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earthry · 9 months

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Hellooo love I hope you have a nice day/or night Can i ask for papas x reader with soulmate matching marks?

Also I want you to know I really love your short fics and they give me comfort (maybe Im weird, but your angst is my favourite thing to read)

Aw thank you! I’m very glad to hear they give you comfort! <3 I hope you don't mind the angst I gave this prompt eheheh! They're all happy endings though, I promise.

Warnings: sfw, hurt/comfort, angst, subjects of coma & hospital, happy endings for all regardless

Primo

Knew the two of you were soulmates from the first day he met you, but has never said anything because you deserve someone else, not someone as old and worn out and tired like him.

He’s not strong enough to not get to know you and talk to you and make you laugh though. He never plans on letting you know that he’s your soulmate, and has accepted that one day you will fall in love and leave his side and he will have to let you go. Jokes on him though, all that time spent together because he couldn’t bear being away from you only served to make you fall deeper and deeper in love with him.

You loved how patient and knowledgeable he was, how his age has mellowed him and retirement has allowed him to pursue his interests. You often find your feet moving on their own to the gardens, and it never feels like a complete day without getting to see or talk to him at least once. It doesn’t help that he uses pet names and calls you things like dear and treasure and sweetheart in his mother tongue.

A year later finds you secretly wishing he could be your soulmate, but knowing he isn’t because he would have told you if you were; he’s seen your soulmate mark countless times. But through some accident or perhaps a moment of fate, you get a glimpse of Primo’s soulmate mark without him realizing and— that’s your mark. Your soulmate mark on Primo. The same exact one he sees on you every single day you see each other and you’ve never felt more hurt. The knowledge that he never spoke up or claimed you as his was heart wrenching.

Of course, you assume that he just didn’t want you. What else could it be? No, the only explanation there can be is that he simply does not want you. You know him well enough to know that if he didn’t like you he wouldn’t keep you around. But you also know that he likes you good enough as a friend but you will never be enough to be a partner, a lover, soulmate.

You fall apart and Primo’s never felt guiltier in his life, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever forgive himself. He tries to hold you in his arms in comfort but you pull away with a sob. You plead him to tell you what it is that makes you so unloveable and unwanted and he can hardly bear it.

The truth comes spilling out and he begs you to listen, begs you to believe him when he says that he does want you, he’d love nothing more than to have you as his and his forever. It’s his fault, his own insecurities and reservations about himself that caused this. And when you finally let him pull you into his arms, he holds you oh so tightly. Tells you he loves you without requisite, whispers that he’s never letting go, that the two of you will figure this out.

He takes you back to his rooms after you’ve calmed— runs you a bath with essential oils and salts and helps you wash your hair. He presses light kisses to your skin as he goes, often making you giggle at the sensation. Each laugh he coaxes from you makes his heart lighter. Afterwards, he bundles you up in a fluffy white towel and insists you wear his clothing to bed. There’s a possessive look on his face when you come out wearing only his shirt and he can’t help but sweep you into a hungry kiss. When you’re both sated, you settle into bed together and he holds you against him. You fall asleep to soft kisses and whispers of love and reassurance. He promises he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to make up for the pain he caused you.

Secondo

You knew that the two of you were soulmates before he did. You also knew that he didn’t want a soulmate. It was common knowledge, really. Grass is green, the sky is blue, and Secondo does not want a soulmate.

Even if you knew he would never want you, you still wanted to be in his life as much as you could. As much as you were allowed. It starts small, bringing him cups of coffee exactly how he likes them, asking if he needs help with his work, a few passing comments on a book he’s reading that evolves to conversation.

Soon your presence in his life becomes something natural and you tell yourself it’s enough. And in a way it is, being able to see him each day, make him chuckle at something funny you said, coaxing a smile and pleased look on his face when you bring him food during a particularly long work or reading binge.

It still doesn’t change the fact that seeing him bed countless others shatters you almost each and every time. Each morning you visit and there’s hickies on his neck barely covered by his papal pain, a satisfied aura around him as he goes about his day. You feel your heart crack.

Your constant vigil by his side is an anomaly to him; he’s never had someone like you stay by his side this long. Especially not for the man behind the paint. At first you were simply a tolerable pretty face that he accepted into his orbit but soon you because so much more.

You weren’t just another sister, brother, sibling-in-sin anymore. You became the smile he looked forwards to greeting each morning, the voice that caressed that bitter hurt wound around his heart, the face he saw in his dreams. Secondo didn’t realize he was falling in love with you, but as surely as the moon shines, he was already lost on you.

Secondo finds out that you are his soulmate through an accident. Something happens and he rushes you to the abby’s infirmary, his heart pounding and scared out of his mind for your safety. He doesn’t mean to see you in such a state of undress while the nurses have to cut around your clothing to get to your wound, but he does and that’s when he sees it— his soulmate mark on you. It hits him hard, the sudden knowledge that you’re soulmates and you must have known, and now that he knows he can’t do anything about it because you’re laying so, so still in that bed. He’s not even upset at you for not telling him; he just wants you to be okay. He needs you to be okay.

You don’t wake up and he has you transferred to the best hospital in reach, where you’ll have the best treatment and the best chance. The hospital bills are insanely expensive but he puts his card down on your expenses and orders them to continue charging any needed cost for you to the card. He would give you everything, give you anything to have you be okay.

Secondo becomes a permanent fixture in your hospital room, and for the first few days he sits there gloomily not doing much except for wallowing in his guilt and grief. He regrets openly announcing that he doesn’t want a soulmate, regrets boasting that he doesn’t really think they’re anything special. He wishes he could take it all back.

Sometimes he can’t help but reach over to feel your weak pulse to remind himself you’re still alive, can’t help but gently, so gently tracing his soulmate mark etched into your skin. A week passes and you haven’t woken but just as Secondo begins to despair, you finally wake.

As much as he hates showing emotion, he cries. He holds you so close to him, as close as he can without aggravating your wounds. He kisses your palms, rests his forehead against the back of your hand and pleads with you to believe him when he says he loves you and that he was a fool to think he’d never want a soulmate. You feel skeptical at first but time after time as he will show you just how much he means it.

He takes you home when you are well enough to be discharged from the hospital and you find yourself in a luxurious house you’ve never seen before. You look at Secondo questioningly and he explains that he isn’t required to live at the Abby or be involved as much since he’s retired. Now that he has you, he’s ready to settle down. You look at him, and then you look around the huge house in a very nice area with a beautiful yard that must be very expensive to maintain. It has at least three stories and when you glance out the window to the backyard, it stretches on and on. You turn back to the love of your life with large eyes and go: “wait what.” “Welcome to our new home, amore mio.”

Terzo

The first time you meet Terzo you accidentally mace the poor fool because he sees your mark from afar and realizes the two of you are soulmates and in his exuberance and relief and joy that he actually had a soulmate, that there’s someone for him, he flings himself at you in a whirlwind of hugs and kisses and then you mace him and he cries and you cry— anyways some people intervene and you find out he’s actually not a creep, he’s your soulmate and very bad at self control. Despite the rocky beginning, you find yourself enamored with his charm and clumsiness.

He's such a romantic, wants to do all the 'How Well Do You Know Your Soulmate' quizzes together. He loves cooking your favorite dishes for you and planning dates and treating you to expensive nice things.

You do learn a little bit about his reputation around the ministry, plus there's always the occasional jealous sibling-in-sin that gossips to you about what a playboy, what a womanizer Terzo is. How he can't commit, how he's good in bed but not worth sticking around for (those last ones get you really upset on his behalf), but you decide to ignore them and to let his own actions and words speak for themselves. He's already shown you that he's a thoughtful person-- he listens to you and has a silly sense of humor. He's not very coordinated and often gets into little accidents, but you're always there to kiss each scrap and bruise better. You realize that you're falling in love with him one night when you're both cooking in his kitchen and he is singing to the radio and dancing goofy to make you laugh (though the laugh turns into concern when he slips and half the ingredients in the bowl he was holding go flying across the room-- regardless it's one of your favorite memories.)

Terzo is already half in love with you after your first meeting and he makes it a mission to do anything and everything he can to convince you he is the perfect soulmate. Because he wants you to stay-- needs you to stay. If he's not perfect, if he isn't everything you've ever wanted, why would you stay? Why would anyone stay for him?

It starts becoming a issue when Terzo begins to get flustered and upset with himself when things on dates go wrong; sometimes it's natural and cannot be helped, like a rainy day or crowded restaurant, but you can still tell from the look on his face that he's beating himself up over it.

He doesn't have much work to do at the abby now that he's retired so he dotes on you as much as he can. He hovers and sticks so close to you all the time that eventually you get a little frustrated and ask for some space.

That night when you retreat to your shared bedroom, you find Terzo curled up in bed, eyes red and puffy, papal paint smeared and runny. He tries to hide his distress from you but you're not having it and eventually it all comes out and he sobs in your arms as you hold him in your lap, murmuring in gentle tones promising that he is enough, promising him you love him and you're not going anywhere. It doesn't immediately heal all the hurt that's been festering all these years, all the shame and self-hatred that he's carried on his shoulders all this time-- but it's a start.

Copia

Sighs. We know where this one is going already, in case you haven’t guessed. You two grew up together. Yup, you’re childhood friends again.

You’ve known each other since you were like 7 years old when Copia was being bullied by some kids for being the ‘weird rat kid’ and you bullied them back and scared them off because at that age you were a little bit of a hellion with a big attitude. The other kids were kind of scared of you too. Even though he also found you scary, Copia ended up following you around after that and you guys have been close since.

He used to hold your hand when you were kids cause it made him feel safer and also so he wouldn’t get lost around the big Abby halls, and it kind of ended up carrying over to when you two got older. It just came naturally and you didn’t mind and if anyone commented or said anything a quick glare from you had them shutting up real quick. Your reputation for being scary had not changed much since you were a kid, if anything it got even worse because you could pull nasty pranks for revenge. People learned not to be mean or rude to Copia at all because you’re a menace and would make their lives literally unbearable if you found out they made him upset or something.

When you were both 15, it was two in the morning and the two of you sneaked out to hit up a 24 hour fast food joint together— with scrapped knuckles from your last scuffle, grass-stained jeans and blinding neon lights illuminating your face as you very gracefully (which is to say not graceful at all) scarfed down your greasy burger, how could he not kiss you? How could he not tell you he loves you? You’re more than enthusiastic to kiss him back, to tell him you love him too and would kill a man for him (to which he very weakly replies ‘please don’t’ and you shrug and he looks very very worried until you give him a kiss to his temple and tell him you’re joking)(kind of).

As you neared the age of eighteen when you would develop your soulmates marks, Copia got anxious. While you were absolutely certain the two of you would be soulmates, Copia had his fears. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you weren’t his soulmate— the idea of having to spend his life and be with someone else for the rest of his life was nauseating. The idea that the one person who’s always been there for him, who knows him better than himself, who stands up for him even to his own mother, the idea that you aren’t his soulmate— that keeps him up at night.

Your birthdays are two months apart, and you get your soulmate mark first because you're older. It's beautiful and you show it off to Copia who admires it and caresses it. He tells you it suits you well, and that he loves it. You tell him good, because he will be getting the same one, and his smile falters (Because what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't get to be yours?) and you ask him what's wrong. "What if... what if we aren't soulmates?" You scoff and tell him that that's impossible and he goes quiet and nods. Sometimes you hate yourself for being so blunt; so insensitive sometimes, because a week later he disappears.

You're frantic when you realize he's missing-- you tear the abby apart, asking everyone and anyone who will listen if they've seen him. Eventually you go to his mother and she tells you not to worry about him. She tells you to just forget about him actually, it's not like the two of you will end up being soulmates afterall-- and that's when you realize the culprit of Copia's doubts. The whispering rat that has been on his shoulder fostering doubt and insecurities that you don't love him like he loves you, that he'll never be yours. You should have known she'd do something like this-- she never did like you in the first place. You snarl and demand to know where he is but she doesn't look threatened-- she simply repeats her words and leaves you to seethe in an empty room, heart aching for your other half.

It's only when you threaten to tell the whole ministry that Copia is Papa Nihil's son that she gives in-- she can't risk that knowledge coming out so soon, so she reluctantly gives you the address.

It's a small hotel, and you are too jittery to wait for the elevator, instead running up 7 flights of stairs to get to his room. You let yourself in with the keycard his mother gave you and run into the room and there's--

Copia. So small and lost and curled up in such a big hotel bed. Dressed in his red tracksuit he loves to wear so much 'because it's super cozy and soft', eyes bloodshot and surprised when his head shoots up to look at you. Your name is a hushed whisper that leaves his lips, and you can swear you almost hear relief.

"Tesoro, what are you doing here?" "I'm here to bring your dumbass back, is what I'm doing." He splutters a little and you crowd him on the bed. His cheeks flush and he stutters as he asks what you're doing and you tell him you're making sure he can't run away again.

That night, you hold him tight in that hotel room and tell him that you're not going anywhere. Even if the two of you weren't soulmates in the end, you still weren't going anywhere. You kiss his temple and make him a promise you're never leaving his side. You remind him of that promise you made to each other when you were five, that you would always be there to protect him. Because you can't do that if you're not by his side, after all.

And on his eighteen birthday, you're holding his hand as he nervously watches the clock countdown and when midnight strikes and a soulmark identical to yours spreads across his skin, the smile his eyes make will forever be your favorite memory.

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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Rating Stranger Things Ships

(I’ve seen so many people do this so I wanted to)

(Some of these don’t have ship names as I can’t remember them or just can’t spell sheubeud)

(Btw feel free to send in any asks you have any these or just want me to talk more abt them)

- Byler 8/10- I love them but I understand the people who don’t. Honestly before season 4 Will and Mike were low on the favorite character tower, they were basically at the bottom actually. But I love Will in season 4 and season 4 Mike is so good to me (even if he’s oblivious). Also them being absolute idiots when they start dating is canon, just little whispers back and forth, Mike crushing will in his sleep, wills constant need to do laundry bc Mike drools in his sleep, Mike posing funny for paintings, Will getting his picture taken by Mike every five seconds- just awe

- Mileven- 4/10- Eh. I didn’t even like them in 1&2 so there isn’t much to say, I think season 3 showed some cute moments and the part in the pizza place in 4 was so cute to me. I don’t really love the idea of them staying together but I get peoples liking to them

- Jopper- 10/10- I mean come on, the best, love them, they need to get married and move in together

- Jancy- 5/10- I loved them in 1&2 but three ruined them, it was just so bad and then 4 on top of that proves they need to break up. It’s that thing where the build up is way better than the actual thing, they just aren’t it and some of their fans get crazy so it makes me dislike the ship even more

- Stancy- 8/10- my loves <3, would be a 10/10 if steve didn’t do that billboard sign thing in 1. Steve being a housewife while Nancy is out making the money sounds like heaven to me. Lovers to enemies to friends to lovers again trope give me (I know they weren’t really enemies but shush) (also if anyone tells me Steve would force Nancy to have kids, fuck off and shut up, disrespectfully)

- Steddie- 3/10- IM SORRY!!! They just got so much hype and for what?? I don’t hate them or anything but they do nothing for me. They’re just eh. Meh. Bleh. Bland I guess

- Ronance- 6/10- I could see it and I could get behind it but it’s not like my otp or anything. They are super adorable and I love seeing fanart for them so yeah, good ship just not my fav

- Jargyle- 10/10- if you don’t think they’re gay you’re just plain dumb. Stoner bfs for life

- Stonathan- 8/10- need I say more? Steve and Johnathan? Yeah. Yup. 1&2 just make them have the best enemies to lovers arc known to man

- Steve x Johnathan x Argyle- 10/10- I feel like this is self explanatory but yeah them, them over so many

Steve x Johnathan x Argyle x Nancy -11/10- YES I NEED IT!!! It’d solve every single problem ever!! Omg I would sob so bad if I ever found a fic of them

- Stoncy- 10/10- one of my favorite ship of the older kids. They’d be perfect and having Robin third wheel at all times is great, they are everything to me. The three of them in 2 makes me feral

- Lumax- 10/10- how can it not be a 10/10??? It’s perfcet!! Max is so great for Lucas and Lucas is so great for max!! I love them!! Would die for both of them <3

- Elumax- 10/10- give it to me now!! They’d be so fucking adorable and just so pure. I’d die for the three of them

- Elmax- 9/10- add Lucas and boom 10/10, I’m a sucker for these two together though and that mall scene remains one of my favorites out of the whole show

- Byclair- 5/10- okay so I see potential but it’s nothing I’m actively thinking about a lot, they’d be cute tho

- Madwheeler- 7/10- id pay money for them to be together in a different universe where they’re snarky sarcastic partners that shit on everyone and love doing it!! Their relationship would make me giggle and I know it. They have actual potential for enemies to lovers but just not canon cause y’know Lucas is <3

- Wheelclair- 8/10- yup I see it and I love it. Nerdy broody boyfriend with jock teasing boyfriend?? Yup. They’d be so smart together don’t even lie, also Lucas teaching Mike how to play basketball is a must. Them skipping hellfire to make out- yup! Mm them <3

- Dustin x Suzie 4/10- okay I like season 4 them as Suzie is a queen but season 3 made me annoyed a bit, like girl shut up about a song when the worlds collapsing

- Henderhop - 6/10- I can see it and they’d be adorable but I wish they had more interactions in the show. Like yes they’d be adorable but I have a hard time picturing it with how little I can think of them that relates to actual scenes

- Lucas x Dustin - 5/10- I see it okay but they just meh for me, like season 1 them yeah but I much prefer max and Lucas

- Dustin x Max- 2/10- I remember rooting for Lucas when watching 2 for the first time and my points still stand, it wouldn’t work out good and I know it. Max is too mature (?that sounds mean but I can’t think of another word) for Dustin and it’d crumble so fast

- Will x Lucas- 5/10- okay yeah I can see it but I think it falls into the category of the not enough screen time together for me to get a good visual of how it would play out

- anything with Billy- 0/10- he’s racist and abusive stop trying to pretend he isn’t

#jj rambles #stranger things #lumax #elumax #stancy #jancy #jopper #byler #henderhop #madwheeler #byclair #stoncy #stonathan #jargyle #ronance #steddie #mileven #wheelclair

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obsessivelyloved · 1 year

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hello! im actually pretty new to your acc and i love your writing so much :)

and i found your button au for eddsworld very entertaining and i was wondering if i can send a request about… how the 4 deal with readers homesickness? orrr readers reaction to seeing one of them in their other mother monster form? (if i were to see that in real time i would scream till my voice is gone lmfao)

(gn!reader please <3 also i hope im not bothering you with this eddsworld request bc ik you get a lot of request about them sorry😅 its up to you to write this ofc lol)

Hi! They don't deal with it well haha, it takes a while for them to figure out how to get reader out of their head.

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Ever since they had brought you back it was as if you withered. You barely spoke. Barely ate. It was a fight to get you to drink or eat anything.

It made Edd feel sick. You were supposed to be happy here. He and the others could fulfill your every wish, could make you happier than their pathetic “real” counterparts. But you barely looked at them.

Always you kept your head down. Cloudy eyes taking little to nothing in. You were stuck in your own head and he was at a loss as to what to do. None of the other people they lured in here had acted this way, even after they realized what monsters they were. You didn’t even know they were monsters.

Hopefully you never would.

“What are we going to do?” Edd mumbled, his face in his hands. Maybe he needed to decorate the house more?

Yeah! Maybe he just needed… more pictures? Making those shouldn’t be hard. Even less so if he goes with still pictures instead of sentient.

Edd smiled, moving to grab his supplies. That’s just what you need.

* * * *

“Don’t you like them?”

You stared blankly at his pictures.

Edd’s smile slowly fell off his face. He watched as you took in all his lovely crafted pictures in frames and said nothing. Not a “i love them”, not a single smile, or even a “thank you” for creating them. He hadn’t even given him and the others button eyes in the pictures! They looked so much like their awful counterparts and still you weren’t happy.

“What do you want from me?”

Excitement welled up in his chest. He hadn’t heard your voice in so long…

“To be happy! I made them for you, so you can cheer up.”

You turned to look at him, disbelief clear on your face. You didn’t say anything else.

“Don’t you like them?” he repeated.

To his alarm, tears started pouring down your face and you sob.

“Don’t cry!” he rushed to put his arms around you. “I can make different ones!” He rubbed your back, desperate to soothe you.

“What’s wrong?” Matt rushed into the room.

“They didn’t like the pictures.”

“Oh.”

Matt frowned, staring at you. He joined the hug and said, “It’s okay honey, cry all you need to. We’ll figure out how to make you happy.”

You cried harder. Clutching onto Edd’s hoodie, you pressed your face against his shoulder.

“I want to go home,” you rasped. “Let me go, please just let me go.”

Anger swelled in Edd. This WAS your home. Why would you want to go back? Why?

He didn’t voice his anger but he didn’t say anything to you. Nothing he had in mind was kind and all of them had already chewed you out for trying to keep them locked away from you. So he let Matt take the wheel.

Matt seemed at a loss as to what to say as well. He opened his mouth and told you, “How about we go lay down? I’m sure some sleep will do you good.”

And that was that. They led you to your room and laid on both sides of you, holding your hands and reassuring you that they loved you. It was all they could do until they figured out what would help you.

#button eyes au #tw yandere #yandere tw #yandere #yandere polyworld #yandere edd x reader #yandere matt x reader #yandere au

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tobythenewt · 1 year

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this is full of spoilers. (crimson rivers!!)

just wanted to post my bookmark notes on this because its the longest one i've ever written - and it's mainly just things that stood out to me, and has so many spoilers so warning!!!

This was actually one of the most amazing fics ive ever read - every single detail was perfect. I hardly even have the words to talk about how beautiful it was because it was so very lovely and I think it's genuinely one of those things that's changed me forever.

starting from the beginning, evan and his death and how even though regulus and evan didn't know each other for long, evan was such an important person in his life and helped him through so many hardships. The full circle at the end was fucking beautiful as well. The scene where regulus tips himself into the river and is ready to die, while james is ready to drink the poison. that was fucking amazing.

Pandora and Dorcas the whole way through were amazing - just a side note. Remus and sirius' whole relationship was so beautiful, remus learning how to be himself and to be free again, sirius learning how to be true to himself and be more present and all of that. omfg.

before we move on, the whole entire devastation that circled regulus and james' relationship while they were fully just a symbol to the hallow. I cannot describe the amount of pain that brought me.

The second round of the hunger games. fuck me, man. sirius once again volunteering and regulus going in anyway when he volunteers for james. goddamn. That whole part where regulus keeps saying to james "everything I do in the arena is for you, james" like I cannot do that. His whole plot of getting sirius to kill him so james would have sirius and sirius would be able to live. regulus' whole plotline is so fucking devastating but i am so glad he got a happy ending. WITH THE BOOKSHELF AND DANCING IN THE FIRELIGHT. sobbing. also that scene where sirius realises and HAS ALMOST KILLED HIM. yep that one broke me.

another quick mention to all the times sirius slipped away into his own head and remus knew and took care of him, even in the wedding? cutest thing ever.

oh my goodness, when remus and regulus were in the Phoenix and james and sirius weren't there, heartbreaking at all times.

AND IN THAT WHOLE SECTION OMFG: monty and regulus' relationship was so fucking adorable the entire time, they were so lovely together and no death hurt me more than monty's im not even joking. and also regulus and aberforth's relationship and hatred for each other deserves a mention because that was amazingly written and was such a parallel i don't know how to describe it.

The war. there was so much going on during this time. rescuing james and sirius was amazing, sirius and remus' little spat after sirius hurt him was painful but so well done I am so glad it was there, plus remus being the cure to the biological warfare was amazing too.

briefly - I thought both effie and monty died pretty early on and that was painful!! plus when we didn't know that riddle was killing the officials, pandora's death hit me so hard.

Oh my fucking god. barty's death. he was second on the painful scale after monty because honestly, he was such an amazing character with regulus and I loved their dynamic with everything i have. I remember reading that his arm got torn off and i was on the EDGE OF MY SEAT. then i was like PHEW ! the hallows are pulling through and then they all got mowed down and regulus laid next to barty, finding comfort in his heartbeat until the consistency they'd always had broke when his heart stopped. fucking goddamn. that was so fucking sad.

okay post war now, i don't want to think about that again. quick shout out to molly and arthur for shocking everyone with their billions of kids. dorcus' grief for marlene was one of the hardest chapters i've ever read. how she was stuck in such an awful place, then went home, to cordie, then turned to alcohol. honestly that's all i can say there because it was so fucking painful. then she went to minnie and poppy, dried out, learned to live without and accept life without marlene, and ended up being amazing and running the foster place!

also! sirius telling dorcas marlene was going to propose was devastation but beauty all at once. ALSO I LOVE LYALL AND SIRIUS' DYNAMIC ABSOLUTE FAVES FR. also stella, everyone's emotional support dog, is amazing love her. I love the kids as well, im running out of space to write things to be honest, but teddy's character, though short, was fucking amazingly written and I love how it was done.

Also regulus accidentally falling in love w marcel and malcom when baby sitting? fave as well. oh my god i haven't said anything about mary and lily yet? i love those two with my whole heart, plus bingley is the cutest and everything about those three was amazingly written.

SIDE NOTE: sirius proposing to remus with a spoon. love that so much and the whole meaning behind all of it omfg.

OKAY LAST THING. sybill and king. that was so fucking heartbreaking honestly because they were made for each other here, and the way that king never really came back to everyone? parallels between king and dorcas break my heart. i loved this <3

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batteredwarriorstillstanding · 8 months

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She responded quickly and warmly. We immediately began catching up. I was slightly concerned about her because I could see that she me had not addressed a number of issues that appear vital to Mr, but was doing great...and that warmed my heart. Almost in a literal sense. She told me of long stretches of time spent homeless; often with an expensive heroin habit hanging over her. Stories of robberies, pimps, rapes, begging in vain for a hospital to detox her (her state offers the service nowhere near as readily as AZ) a literal hell until it crescendo with a felony arrest, which provided the misery necessaryvto force her to change, so..yeah. It was awful. Not awful enough to cause me to even consider stopping. The victim of a hit and run, I was in PAIN, man....people didn't get it. She began setting appointments for me for a little extra money every week...I have to admit, I kinda low balled her a bit. Should have paid a little more. But, the business was able to make both she and I exponentially larger amounts of money...I wasn't really ready to put the necessary work in at the time. Initially, she didn't seem to care. The 3 bills I sent her every Friday afternoon (or somewhere near then...lack of. Scheduled organization was an occasional issue, but she always got paid...and I thought the status quo was, basically; fine with her and I would start investing full time hours when I felt strong enough to do so. This, apparently, was NOT AT ALL within my friend's range of acceptability. I never asked for specifics, but something had changed for the worst within her marriage and homelike. Suddenly, money was of VITAL importance. She wanted constant briefings on where every single one of her deals were....they paid her at least 20000 when converted, but would take a long time, great deal of effort and, in all likelihood Iikelihood, a trip to the client's home state much of which I was still willing to risk procrastinating, as my body was aching horribly. She got pissed when I nodded out through an appointment and quit. I felt bad, but was in legitimately horrible shape..as a subsequent week long hospitalization would prove (long story) We continued talking when I was released and I can't even put into words how happy that made me. Then, several weeks later...a phone call out of the blue. It was her. She was sobbing. Her husband had found our text messages and "forbade" her communicating with me any further. Though not at all convinced that this woukd really result in us ceasing communication, I was pissed. I sent an IM that states my case...I had been nothing but supportive and positive when it came to her and her young family. I never allowed the many thoughts that were constantly forming that included caustic opinions on her husband and other housemates accidental release....and was perfect in this aim. Now SHE had plenty to say about him, in particular. Never having met the man, I essentially used the information contained in her rant against this guy in my own tirade made necessary by his...a dude I do jot fucking kniw at all...accusing me of trying to have sex with his wife and "disrespecting him."

Angry as I was, I realized that 1) resuming my valued friendship with her would be difficult in his presence and 2) if it was possible, would I even want to? Judging by his behavior and apparent worldview, as much as I loved and treasured his wife, I was fine with never knowing this dude. I sent exactly 2 messages in the 2 or 3 months that followed. They concerned the subject of a deal she had played a part in that was about to close and making sure she got paid, informing her that my phone number would change soon, etc. Then her brother, it was reported, was "run over by an 18 wheeler." Natuarally, I assumed the lad's prognosis was not especially promising, so I messaged condolences as well (it turns out, he's fine. I suspect that also means that it turns out, he was not run over by a semi, but whatever. Then she sends a message warning not to "constantly message" her (2 in 3 months) but, not to worry. He would "come around," and eventually lighten up. Something about this rubbed me wrong. I realize that I can sometimes....or, very often, more accurately, place myself and others in an uncomfortable, sometimes costly situation just to "prove a point" when it was completely unnecessary to do so...and I realized that this quickly was developing the potential to morph itself into one of those times. But, a couple of things were annoying me, to be honest. 3 months prior after spending several months employing a friend of mine....a person with whom I had not so much as attempted a mere kiss in years and years....and this guy,, who has never spoken to me, met me, etc ...doesn't know a fuckin' thing about me reads some texts messages between myself and a friend of many years. These contain all sorts of sarcasm, inside jokes, talk with absolutely no connection to our real feelings opinions, etc...I read through what he was hung up on and I didn't see how that even happened....especially since he presumed himself to be entirely above asking the senders of these messages to please explain them, because to him they appear inappropriate for a married woman to be having with a male friend. This would have ended his suspicions immediately...at least where this text was concerned. Not long afterward, his main suspicion involving planned infidelity would also be erased. One thing is certain about my relationship with this person: I loved it, but had no interest whatsoever in its escalation. She felt the same way. That's all it would have taken. Instead, he forcibly removes his wife from her platonic friend of many years and makes an untrue accusation against this friend...who, again, is a stranger. Now, 3 months later, I am suffering through this guy (who was not mentioned in recent texts at all..in fact, I added something about how she should not feel obligated to respond to my messages and that maintaining peace in her household is certainly worth this sacrifice..

I neglected to add my true feelings, that I can't believe you actually married this guy and when you decide to finally divorce him, be sure to give me a call as I will make certain that this is not a hardship for you.....THAT woukd have been disrespectful. Now, I wasn't planning on continuing the messages. I just didn't want to respond in any way that could possibly be misinterpreted as meaning "oh gee, shucks tell Sir I am awfully sorry and that is real swell of him for being open to "one day" changing his mind and forgiving me for something he is fucking wrong about....But, I didn't go over the top, either. No name calling or the like. Just thought simple statement that claimed I would continue to avoid "disrespect" of hin ir anyone. She responded with an "I love you" (platonic) and that was that. Imagine my concern when I received a message from her that was LIVID in tone....(i had sent nothing since her last response) NOW, she completely agreed with him.i WAS, in fact, horribly disrespectful. Furthermore, she has deduced the following: 1) I enjoy ridiculing her family (which I just plain fucking bullshit. I have dine nothing but tell her how lucky she I and how proud I am of her for the past year...even the shit I said about her husband the one time I was a but "disrespectful" about him being a fuckin' broke ass deadbeat paranoid weirdo.....came directly from her. And anyway, I was just upset and it was not repeated. This post was mostly just for me. Let me add a couple of final thoughts for everyone's benefit potentially. 1) It is no secret my phone is tapped. Now, as I said, I did not send a thing after her final response last week. If I found out someone sent messages from my phone afterward, they are about to run into a much more impulsive version of Glen Clos's character from Fatal Attraction. It IS true that I have few friends...and insist on losing the ones I am gonna lose on my own...plus, I love this girl. We have been through a lot and been friends for a long time in spite of it. If she just wigged out and read shit that was not actually there, OR didn't read a fuckin' thing and simply listened his summation then, based on that, sent a scalding, hurtful text message to me, then whatever....fuckin' bye, if that's how you feel...it's not what you have been saying for the past year and I didn't deserve it, but whatever. Fuck you. If someone ELSE caused that issue, though...it's a/different story. 2) My "if I turn 50 and am still single, you and I can have an open marriage" friend is no longer alive and I am well short of 50 (short of it anyway) I desperately...I mean DESPERATELY need a new pledge. I am gonna start growing gray hairs by the bushel...I can feel it. Please...anyone with a heart: would you Please spareyour heart, mind and vagina,with me in a few years? (If necessary)

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wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i · 2 years

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1 am thoughts

currently listening to: never grow up by taylor swift

i'm sitting in my room for the last(ish) time before i start my last first day of undergrad, and i just got full on body slammed into a heart wrenching sob session while listening to this fucking song that broke my heart when it first came out when i was like fourteen, and hurts worse now that i truly understand it.

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said And all your little brother's favorite songs I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone."

the truth is that i was a military kid who never put down roots anywhere in her life before the age of eighteen. pieces and fragments and memories of the little girl and moody teenager and immature young adult that i was (and still am) exist all over the country.

i have a singular photo of one childhood room that i had as a four year old living in watertown, ny just a stones throw away from the canadian border.

i have selfies of myself from nine year old me in front of my god-awful cotton candy pink and blue walls from when we lived in oahu, hawaii.

i have memories of the bedroom i had in south carolina with all the flowers on the windowsill and my giant care bear collection that took up my entire room and my bright pink princess tv and the closet i'd read until the wee hours of the night inside of

i have memories of the wall of posters i had in my 7th grade bedroom where i cried to paramore nightly and never slept

the bed where i had my first kiss with a girl whose skin was so fucking pale it was illuminated in the moonlight and made her look like an angel

and i can't forget the bunkbed era in my third house in georgia where my niece and i developed a pully system to send secret encoded messages back and forth to each other in the middle of the night, or the big window in my high school bedroom where i used to watch the neighborhood and sometimes stand naked in front of the window in the middle of the night because i knew people couldn't see inside, and even if they could, they probably wouldn't be believed if they said something or would be considered pervy for watching a 15 year old "undressing" in her bedroom

all of these pieces of me exist in the houses that raised me and the people who knew me

and yet they are not roots quite like this house that drives me so insane everytime i come home to it

they don't pull at my heart the way this house does. the way my pretty blue room with the orange and yellow themes and butterflies on the walls and flowers in every corner

i'm realizing right now that i may never experience coming home to one of the houses that truly built me ever again after my senior year. my childhood dogs will not always be around (one is already gone). my best friend won't always be forty minutes away. and my mom won't always be here to throw things at my door when i wake her up in the morning

and that's a different type of hurt

it's a different type of hurt from the first time you leave home because it's real now. it's so real. you make plans to leave the country and not come back for a few years, and it occurs to you that you are going to be a real adult with a job and bills, studying in a university that predates your fucking country, and it all becomes so scary in both the most heart wrenching but exciting way possible.

it's a different type of hurt because i'm ready for it this time. i'm not sure what to expect from this year. i'm not sure what to expect from my mid-twenties. i'm not even sure what to expect from being two years out from having a fully developed adult brain.

but i'm ready and im okay with that fear i feel.

it's all scary and it's all so hard. and yet i feel so much more prepared than i ever have before, despite knowing i'll never really be prepared for a single thing in my freaking life. my life is full of curveballs that fucking look down at the earth and go, "yeah, idk her but fuck her in particular."

god, who knew 23 was gonna be such a big year for me? it's only just started (and more than half of the lessons i learned were when i was 22 lmao) and i've already learned so much

i'm so different from how i was in january, and yet so similar to how i was at fourteen. crying over the same songs, regularly writing in a diary again for the first time since i was seventeen, unlearning the lessons i had force myself to learn to survive, reconsidering weather or not i've outgrown my dolls (i return to this every five years or so), wondering what im really going to do for the rest of my life

i've grown so much in my understanding of who i am and what i stand for. in being okay with not knowing everything and admitting when im wrong and letting things be well with my soul and not caring so much when the effort i put in isn't returned.

things are going to move really fast now, and i deserve a moment to stand back and applaud the universe and the little brooklyn that carried me here.

what a production the show has been so far, right?

i can't wait for the third act to start. but while i wait, i think i'll stick around here for a bit and cry some more.

i don't have to really move on until im good and ready.

#personal post

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lawsandother · 3 years

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me listening to the ending of La Paura del Buio on repeat

#the life version oh my #excuse my thirsting on the main #like the last bridge #and the outro #im both sobbing and in awe every single time #måneskin

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yslkook · 3 years

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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kyovtani · 3 years

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okay so, since my babes @iwaasfairy and @lovingsuna have been talking about Oikawa for a while now and it’s basically what I woke up to, have this little something: Oikawa with a size kink bc motherfucker is huge. and no, I do not take criticism.

— cw: size kink <3

when the two fo you first start dating, Oikawa doesn’t really understand your hesitation when it comes to sex. you aren’t a virgin, maybe a little less experienced than him, but not completely new to all of it. and whenever he asks you about it, you just tell him that you want to take it slow; not rushing into things to avoid discomfort on either side.

after some time you tell him you’d much rather explore each other’s bodies first and even though Kawa still struggles to understand you, he respects and loves you too much to overstep any of your boundaries.

what then really confuses him is when you slowly start becoming needier and needier. after every single moment of intimacy you have to pull yourself back, rather than your tall boyfriend, which is why he asks you yet again, why you’re so hesitant when it comes to anything further than blow- and hand jobs.

“it’s just that...”, you gulp harshly, trying to cover your naked body from his prying eyes yet Oikawa refuses to avert his gaze from you. he can sense the tension in your body but at the same time he can literally see the way your juices are dripping down your thighs which is why he’s still rather confused as to what you’re currently worrying about. Because obviously you want him but then again...you don’t?

“come on, pretty girl”; he sighs, his cheeks tinted in the prettiest shades of pink as he takes your hand into his big hands and starts caressing your cheeks, “you know you can tell me anything. we’ll work it out together.”

you finally get yourself to look up at him, a deep sigh falling past your lips as the thought of your reasoning comes to your mind but the throbbing of your cunt and the sight of his huge, rock hard cock casually laying against his toned abs has your head spinnig.

“you’re so b-big, tooru”, you whisper and look away, your heart hammering against your chest like crazy, “I'm scared you’re going to rip me in half.”

oikawa is – shocked; to say the least.

he doesn't know what he was expecting but definitely not this.

“what?”, he asks, confusion, heavy arousal as well as light excitement grazing his pretty features as he looks at you. “you’re too big, kawa”, you sigh, noticing the way his thick cock twitches at the sound of your words, “I m-mean I can barely fit you into my mouth or wrap my hands around you. you know how t-tight I am...how is it going to fit?”, you add, feeling yourself calm down when oikawa starts caressing your naked back.

you watch in awe as he wraps his hand around his throbbing cock; stroking his length with practiced flicks of his wrist before he softly asks you to lay down on your back.

“oh baby”, he sighs, spreading your legs to put your cute little cunt on full display for his hungry eyes before he casually pushes two of his long, slim fingers into your spasming hole, “I promise im going to take good care of you, okay?”

you let out a row of shaky whimpers, nodding at him when the pleasure from his constant thrusts has your head spinning and all you can think about is his huge cock filling you up to the brim.

and oikawa knows what you’re thinking about as you desperately reach for his cock, the soft pout on your lips making him chuckle softly before he continues to watch the way your pussy is creaming all over his fingers.

the thought of stretching your tiny little cunt out to the point where you cum from just being penetrated is what has him going absolutely mad.

he wants to watch you become a nonsense babbling mess from his cock. and he wants it now.

by the time your cute hole is spasming around his fingers like crazy, showing him just how close you are, oikawa just casually asks you to take a deep breath before he pulls his digits out and easily the thick tip of his cock into you.

you let out a row of high pitched moans and little cries, telling him how much he’s stretching you already and how you won’t be able to take his full length in hopes of having him go easy on you when all you do is fuel the fire inside of his chest.

“it’s okay, pretty one”, he mumbles, pulling at one of your hard nipples before he pushes his cock just little further into you; a loud groan escaping him at the feeling of your tight walls gripping him like a vice, “you’re doing so well, taking my fat cock like a good girl. you got this.”

with every inch, you feel yourself growing more and more breathless; the feeling of being stuffed so full completely overwhelming you and while you’re trying your best to keep your noises and cries down, oikawa cannot get himself to look away from the spot where your bodies are connecting.

“youre fucking tiny”, he grunts pulling his cock out a little bit to observe your juices coating his skin in the prettiest shades of white, “I wanna completely destroy this cute cunt of yours, pretty one”, you sob at his words, pain and pleasure from the stretch sending you into a haze of pure ecstasy and you find yourself struggling to form a proper sentence.

it takes him another good thirty seconds before he finally bottoms out, both of you groaning and moaning at the feeling of oikawa’s cock grazing the entrance of your womb and you can’t help but clench around him even more.

“that’s it baby”, he smiles and looks at you, “be a good girl and cum all over my cock, hm? I know you can do it”, and by the time those words manage to reach your foggy brain, you’re already arching your back as a huge wave of pleasure hits you in the best yet worst way possible.

“good girl”, is all kawa mumbles before he pushes you into a mating press and slowly starts fucking into you.

#this is messy </3 #but oh well #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #oikawa x female reader #haikyuu x reader

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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Hooked

Summary: Harry and Y/n meet again. This time spending more time together and getting to know each other.

warnings/ disclaimers: Swearing, mentions of death, mentions of childbirth.

Harry was out searching for a book. He had left Loralie with his mother for the day since he had some errands to run and it would be a busy day. He had finished all of his books and he was on the search for another, maybe even some extra ones for his classroom. He had stopped by his favorite coffee shop and ordered his favorite black coffee to start his day of errands, then he went to the market to get everything for dinner tonight- he thought he might as well get it out of the way since he hates grocery shopping.

Now he’s on the way to a bookstore, he didn’t want to order it on Amazon or just go to a big chain store so he did a quick google search and found a small book store a block down the road from the coffee shop he had gone to. He wanted to find the book burning in water, drowning in flame- his sister had recommended it to him and now he was itching to read it.

He made his way to the bookstore, it looked like a homey place just from the outside of the store. It was a rust colored brick with two sconces on either side of the top of the book shop, a rather tall building- possibly a flat at the top. Harry looks at the cacti peeking through the windows, little flower stickers to decorate.

Harry walks into the book shop, opening the door making the golden bell at the top of the door frame sound off. As soon as Harry steps in he notes the warm scent, it smells like the owner had been baking cookies. “Hello!” He hears a cheerful voice sing while he steps toward the poetry aisle in search of the book. “Is there anything I could help you with today?” He hears the voice again making him turn his head. To his surprise it’s Y/n, he’s been thinking about her. “Oh, hi.” He says bashfully, smiling and stepping over to the cashier counter she was behind.

Y/n smiles, continuing to add price tags on the back of her new shipment of books. She had started her little business officially a bit after she had gotten pregnant with Milo. Milo’s dad had left her after she broke the news to him, they were in their early twenty’s (Y/n being twenty one and him being twenty two) so it was understandable that he didn’t want children yet but the way he dealt with the situation was just dramatic and too much on Y/n. So she put everything into her little book shop, she took out a loan and bought this place, starting planning and putting her all into it, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it.

“Hi Harry.” She says, adding a book to the stack. Harry blushes at her tone again, she’s hard to read. “Um… do you happen to have burning in water, drowning in flame?” He asks, whirling around her display of different styles and colors of bookmarks. He is a twenty six year old man, why is acting like one of his students who thinks he’s handsome? Y/n laughs, nodding while she pulls her mug up to her lips- Harry thinks it’s hot chocolate (and he’s right). “It’s in poetry, first aisle, third shelf, second row.” She says, impressing Harry in how she has memorized every single spot of her book store.

Harry gives her a tight nod, walking over to the poetry section and looking for the book. “Is this your place?” Harry asks, making conversation while the rest of the store is dead silent.

“Yeah, me and Milo live in the flat upstairs.” Y/n admits. Harry’s ears perk up, she didn’t say anything about a partner. He walks back to the counter placing his book down, not handing it over to her yet. “When did you open this place?” He questions, looking around the shop. He sees some crystals, some candles- that both look up for sale and also her personal ones. It’s cute.

“After I got pregnant with Milo. Right after Xavier left me.” She says, leaving Harry wondering. “Xavier is…?” Y/n sighs, rolling her eyes a bit. It’s only their second time meeting and she’s already giving him her sob story. “He’s what would be Milo's father.” She says, picking at her bare nails. She doesn’t consider Xavier Milo's father, he’s never been there for him so he’s not a father. Harry’s lips form a tight line, “um, Loralies mum died… so… we’ve all got baggage.” He laughs, trying to cut the tension.

Loralies mum had died, she died during childbirth. She already had a particularly painful and rough pregnancy with Lora and that was just extremely unexpected, Harry just thanks his stars everyday that his little one is safe with him. “That’s awful, Harry. I‘m sorry.” Harry smiles at her, “it’s okay. I’ve got my Lora so I’m okay.” Y/n nods, smiling and grabbing the book from between his fingers. “She’s a sweet girl.” She compliments.

Harry nods, feeling a little cocky over how well he has raised his daughter. “Is this all for you?” She asks, pulling out a small brown bag with the logo and name on it- they are cute. “Yes please.” Harry politely says, making her laugh under her breath. “If this is your first time here? You get a free bookmark with every book you purchase if it is.” She says, nodding over to the bookmarks. Harry nods, looking through the bookmarks and picking a random Fleetwood Mac one- cute, he thinks. Y/n adds the bookmark to the bag, setting it infront of him. “13.22” she says, Harry fishing his wallet out.

“Are you doing a lot today?” He asks, motioning down to all the books stacked around her while he hands her a ten and four singles. She shrugs, “the usual.” Y/n says, handing him back his change. Harry thinks for a second, pausing his response making Y/n a little nervous. “I could help?” Harry offers, setting his coffee on the table. Y/n gives him a questionable look, sharpening one of her eyes at him. “You want to put tags on books and reorganize with me?” She asks, making Harry laugh. He nods, putting a bookmark back in its place “see, I’m already helping.” He says cheekily.

Y/n smiles, shaking her head. “I guess you can help.” She says.

Soon enough they are sat on the brown carpet, mountains of books around them. Y/n has a blanket wrapped around her and Harry has his legs stretched out. Y/n is tagging books while Harry is setting by the book shelf closest to them organizing. “I swear they put something in the water fountain at that school, the kids are always running and screaming around my classroom while I’m trying to talk about how Van Gogh cut off his own ear.” Harry says, making Y/n loudly giggle, thinking about how Milo probably gives him a horrible time on Wednesdays.

“You like working where Loralie is?” She asks, Harry of course nodding. Loralie is his baby, he loves knowing she’s just up the stairs- especially if she were to get sick or hurt he would be right there to take care of her. “Yeah, I wish I could always be with Milo but one of us has to make the money.” She jokes which makes Harry laugh.

“She always comes waddling into my classroom screaming for me- which disrupts the class but I don’t care.” He shrugs, his mind going back to Loralie. “Oh shit, I’ve got to pick her u-“

“Hi! How are you, baby!” Y/n cheers, Milo running toward her then crashing into her in a hug. Y/n’s friend Mikaela had babysat Milo for the day while Y/n tried to get as much work done as she could. Usually on the weekends (like today) Milo will be in the store with her… which tends to distract her. “Um, I’ve got to go but we should do this again? Maybe… over dinner?” Harry asks, Y/n’s face lighting up.

“Are you asking me on a date?” She teases, Harry blushing and nodding. Y/n laughs, slipping her phone from her pocket, “take my number and we can schedule that date you’re begging me for.” She teases.

Harry gets her number, thanking her for the book and letting him stay before he slips out. Now he’s got to get back to Loralie. But he’s got a date!

Later that night when Harry and Loralie are practicing her memorizing her ABCs his phone beeps. He ignores his at first, just expecting it to be a stupid text from his friend Mitch, but once he looks down he sees Y/n’s contact name. “Keep going, bug.” Harry says, grabbing his phone from the carpet while they set on the floor of the living room, unlocking his phone.

Hii, im free next Friday :) let me know if that works with your schedule!

Harry laughs at her cute little smiley faces, trying to think up a response that doesn’t make him sound a thousand years older than her. The tip of his tongue sticks out while he types back his response, his eyebrows knitted in concentration.

Hello! Friday works, how about 5:30? I can pick you up.

He lays his phone back down and helps Loralie with her letters, pulling her onto his lap. “D is for Daddy!” She cheers, making Harry smile, chuckling and kissing her round cheeks while she squeals. Harry hears his phone ding, grabbing it and reading the response, thanking god she answered. He thought his heart would explode out of his chest. It was beating so hard.

That sounds good ☺️ see you then!

Harry got her to say yes, but now he has to deal with the anxiety of actually going on the date. What should he wear, where should they go? Should he be opening the door and pulling out her chair or is that not in-in dating anymore? He hasn’t dated since Loralies mum and his baby is two years old now, it’s been quite a long time since he dipped his toe into trying to charm a woman. He just hopes he’s still got it.

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The day is here. Loralie is with her grandma so Harry can get ready for the date. He’s been panicking and running all around his little house. He showered and smothered himself in lotion and his best cologne- he wanted to smell nice for her. He was adding leave in conditioner to his hair (which he hardly remembers to do) to make it more silky and the curls look a bit prettier than they usually do- he doesn’t know much about hair, he just does what his sister tells him what his hairdresser tells him he should do.

He planned out an outfit, a pair of tan dress pants with a white tank top and a cardigan over it. He had thought over the outfit a bit too much, was it too casual for the date? Was the cardigan too much? He decided against his thoughts and layers some pearls on, sliding his rings on that were in a jewelry dish, placed in there before his shower. He takes a look in the mirror, readjust his cardigan before he gives himself a little nod. He feels good about this.

He makes his way over to Y/n flat, walking up the metal steps to her flat and knocking on the door. When she opens the door he notices just how amazing her home smells, just like her book shop. He needs to remember to ask her where she gets her candles. “Hi,” Harry smiles, looking his date up and down. She was dressed nicely. It was a sage green dress with spaghetti straps, it stopped a couple inches above her knee. Harry thought it was cute.

She paired it with gold jewelry and a black cross body bag. Dirty white vans to go along with it that added a child-like feel to the outfit. Harry thought that was cute too.

“Hi,” she smiles, glancing behind her. “You look nice.” Harry says, suddenly feeling hot. Y/n laughs under her breath, thanking him. “You look nice as well.” Harry smiles bashfully, looking down at his feet. “Thank you”

Y/n says her goodbyes to Milo, hugging and kissing him before thanking her friend again for watching him. It’s the same one from last week, Mikaela. They get into Harry’s car, a bit of awkward silent before Y/n breaks it, Harry stopping the tapping of his fingers along to the low radio once her voice interrupts it. “So, where are we going?” She asks, smoothing her dress out against her thighs.

Harry laughs, he’s not prepared for dates and for some reason he hadn’t thought about the most important part. “I’ll eat anywhere to be honest.” Y/n admits, looking through her window at all the different places.

Harry was looking around in a panic and he finally pulled something out of his ass that sounded good, especially on his teacher salary. “Olive Garden?” Harry says, trying to say it confidently but it definitely comes out as more of a question. Y/n’s eyes light up, she’s in the mood for bottomless salad and breadsticks. “That sounds heavenly.” And Harry is happy to hear that.

They walk into the busy restaurant, instantly getting escorted to a table. Harry is happy they didn’t have to wait- that would have just been embarrassing since he threw this together last minute. They sat in the booth, sliding in and getting comfortable. “So, how’s the bookstore?” Harry asks, pulling apart his breadstick. Y/n knocks her shoe with his under the table, she thinks it’s cute how bashfully he can get when just asking a simple question. “It’s good. How are your little art students?” Harry playfully rolls his eyes at her choice of words.

“It’s good. They are doing self portraits.” Y/n laughs, her eyes widening.

“How’s that going?” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “They look like shittier versions of Picasso’s paintings.” Y/n dramatically gasps through her laughs, “aren’t you supposed to worship the ground that man walks on? Why would you say that?” Harry rolls his eyes once again, chuckling at her. “I’m just behind honest!”

Their date goes on the same, they order their food, giggling while they eat and even getting into a little food fight with the leftover breadsticks. (They weren't being humble, they asked for another basket) They finished their food, “That was fun.” Y/n admits smiling. Harry nods, taking the check and opening his wallet. “Here,” y/n holds out her card, Harry shaking his head. “I’ll pay.” Harry shrugs her off, handing his card tucked in the black check book the waiter had brought over back to him before she can further protest.

Y/n scoffs, throwing another breadstick at him that he tried to catch but it’s too greasy. “Hey! I thought we had a truce?!” Harry questions her. She shakes her head, apparently swearing off the truce. Harry shrugs, thanking the waiter when he brings his card back along with their mints. “You better sleep with one eye open then.” Harry says, standing up and waiting for her. She laughs, standing up and pulling her bag over her shoulder. “I have a three year old, I basically sleep with them both open. You’re nothin’.” She says, Harry nodding his head in agreement. He knows just how she feels.

They drive back to her flat, Harry of course walking her to her door. “I had so much fun tonight.” Harry says, looking down before he looks up at Y/n. She smiles, blushing. She hasn’t dated since Xavier and she admired that to Harry tonight, they both admitted that they haven’t dated since their children’s parents so they felt a lot comfortable knowing they were both rusty.

“Me too, you’re a really sweet guy, Harry.” She says. She needs to remember to thank her forgetful little Milo for leaving his folder in Harry’s classroom. “Thanks for agreeing to go out with me. I was pretty nervous.” Harry admits a bit sheepishly. Harry is a bit giddy on the inside about them hitting it off so well, they were having the best conversation and at times they were getting extremely loud, probably annoying the people around them, but they didn’t care, they had fun. “Yeah, I was nervous as hell but I haven’t had this much fun in a while. Thanks for tonight.” Y/n smiles, leaning in for a kiss.

Harry’s eyes widen, but he still kisses her back. He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long he thought he had forgot how to for a second. His hands come up to cup her jaw, moving his lips with hers. “I’ll see you soon. Have a good night.” Y/n smiles, opening her door with red cheeks. Harry nods, a little flabbergasted. “Have a good night.” He says, trudging down her steps.

And now he’s hooked on her.

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kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

kinktober day 13 main kink: pegging | kinktober masterlist

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things.

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends.

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle.

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid.

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious.

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile.

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe.

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear.

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment.

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms.

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous.

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain.

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend.

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts.

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys.

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness.

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length.

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him.

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin.

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you.

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his.

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this.

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips.

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand.

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned.

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

#midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku x reader #midoriya smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

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dr3amofagame · 3 years

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imagine though... a confrontation between sapnap and quackity when he finds out what he's been doing to dream...

ohhh man i REALLY hope we get smth along these lines soon ,, especially with that c!sapnap lore teaser ,, but at the same time im so SCARED ,,, c!fiances *holds gently while sobbing*

hope you enjoy this !! it’s a bit shorter than usual AJSDLKfas but yeah :D

tw: mentioned torture, abuse, violence, dehumanization, abuse apologism, emotional distress, toxic relationships, prison arc/pandora’s vault, c!quackity critical ? kinda ? they’re both unreliable narrators HsHSH

Quackity can’t beat Sapnap in a fight.

It’s a simple fact, and a hardly shocking one. Quackity knows that he’s lacking, to put it lightly, as a fighter, and Sapnap is among the most skilled people he knows on the battlefield, wielding a sword and axe and shield with ease. He’s a force of nature, a firestorm, and Quackity had admired him, once, and the blaze-bright fury that had swirled around every lash of his sword. Staring at the opposite side of his Nether-forged anger, smoke shaking through the air off the skin of his hands, the sight is far more intimidating than it is beautiful.

“Sap-“ he tries, wincing hard when Sapnap answers him with little more than an axe swinging down towards his head, only barely blocked by the shield he had managed to snag from a chest just before the fight, the wood creaking dangerously in protest. The axe in his own hand feels strangely heavy and unbalanced; he’s become much more comfortable with one in the last few months, thanks to his visits with Dream, but- he hisses, rolls out of the way of the next strike, shield hanging uselessly as his arm struggles in the aftermath of the last blow - as he’s found, here, using one against a defenseless, unhealthy opponent is much different to one that is hale and very, very armed.

“Sapnap,” he shakes his head, words reedy in a near beg, and sucks in a gasp that leaves him lightheaded when a sword lashes forward fast enough to catch the fabric of his shirt, carving a tear in the fabric. “Sapnap!”

“What?” Sapnap snarls, drawing back into himself in preparation for the next strike. Embers fall from his mouth at the words, smoke curling from his flared nostrils. His eyes, narrowed but still shining with tears, seem to glow golden. “What the fuck do you want, Quackity?”

Quackity’s chest seizes at the hatred that coats his fiancé’s - are they even fiancés anymore? - call of his name, thick and bitter and awful in a way that sends a spear of pain in his chest greater than the burning of his lungs from exertion. His eyes heat with tears that he stubbornly blinks back, and he pulls his shield back in front of him, heart in his throat at the sight of the enchanted netherite sword Sapnap has held between them.

“Please- just let me talk-“ he tries, scrambling back, and Sapnap’s expression darkens.

“Talk? About what?” The words are harsh, spit from the back of his throat in a spray of sparks and contempt. “About how you left me and Karl for months for some fucking plan to scam everyone out of their money? About how you ignored us completely, not knowing if you were alive or dead, for some harebrained shitty vision of glory? About how you’ve been apparently torturing my brother for ninety fucking days?”

“I DID IT FOR YOU!”

The words leave his lips without thinking, rising with a swell of acrid indignation at Sapnap’s self-righteousness - how dare he act like he was in the right, when he didn’t even try to check in once? How dare he pretend to care about the monster locked in the vault where he belongs and had only ever gotten the punishment he deserves, when he only visited him once? How dare he pretend to be a hero, how dare he act like Karl and him ever gave a single goddamn shit when Quackity had done it all for them? Las Nevadas, El Rapids, Mexican L’manburg, the revive book - it was always for them. He gave his entire goddamn world to them, carved his heart out of his own damn chest to give them as a gift and trusted them not to let it break, how dare they how dare he-

“You did it for us?”

Sapnap’s voice has gone deathly quiet, hand tightening on the handle of his sword until his knuckles turn white. Quackity shakes his head, breaking him out of the swirl of angry thoughts that had begun to circle his head, suddenly unnerved at the tone of Sapnap’s voice, foreign in its cold.

“Sap?”

Sapnap laughs.

“You did it for us-“ His sword disappears in a flash of light, palms going up to dig into the sockets of his eyes. His shoulders shake and Quackity hesitates, not knowing whether to move closer or step away, Sapnap’s laughter warbling and scattered and off. “Prime, you sound exactly like him.”

“What?”

“Let’s get this straight, Quackity,” Sapnap growls, stalking closer. “You didn’t do jack shit for us. Making your mark on the world was for you. Obsessing over a stupid legacy was for you. Getting your sick revenge on Dream, torturing him every single goddamn day-“ his voice breaks off, breathing ragged. “That was for you. That was because you wanted it. You’re fucking selfish.”

Quackity shakes his head, unable to think past the denial rearing up in his head, “No- no you don’t fuckin’ understand- I made a whole wedding venue, I made an Eiffel Tower, we were going to be great together, all three of us and George-“

“I don’t want to be great, Quackity!” Sapnap screams, tears falling down his face, hissing at the contact with his skin and rising in threads of steam, “I don’t want to be great. I- I didn’t- want anything but what we already had. I wanted you to be with us. I wanted you to come home.”

The words freeze in Quackity’s throat, a thousand scattered thoughts making themselves known but refusing to leave his lungs. Sapnap steps back, wiping roughly at his face.

“I- I can’t look at you right now. I’m not sitting around and waiting for you to destroy yourself like Dream did.”

I’m nothing like him, Quackity nearly shouts, but Sapnap turns away, already walking back on the worn wooden path. There is something dark and thick lodged in the back of his throat, impossible to swallow around, and for a second, Quackity wonders if it’s guilt.

“I’m going back to Karl. Don’t- don’t come back.”

#tw abuse #tw torture #tw dehumanization #tw abuse apologism #tw emotional distress #tw toxic relationship #prison arc #pandora's vault #c!quackity critical #tw violence #-> my writing #my writing :D #my asks !!#-> my asks

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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It's okay, I'm here, I'm real

indulgence and vent based on a event that has happened to me somewhat recently but it's been long enough that I've gotten over it but still sucks that it happened - reminder, just because there are bad experiences with weed doesn't mean it's evil, just means be careful and smart about where you get and much you take - how you feel whilst doing it can heavily influenced what kind of trip you'll have

Be smart and responsible, know your limits and always have someone you trust with you

Mammon is irresponsible as always and Lucifer is there to comfort him. Big brother is going to make sure he's safe and okay whilst he goes through a bad drug trip because no matter how much they argue and insult each other they will always have each others backs

Angst/comfort

Warning: weed, bad drug trip, angst, sudden panic attacks, detailed descriptions of trip, drugs, taking too much drugs, heavy dissociation

It wasn't supposed to be like this; he thought it would be fine. He forced himself to breathe. Slowing his sudden gasps as his heart spiked. He could feel his mind blur as the weed finally kicked in. It hit him all at once and his skull pounded; the left side of his face was buzzing like a hive.

He mentally cursed at himself for being reckless but they were such small brownie slices! He didn't expect it to hit this hard.

He wanted to break down and sob his heart out but he had to stay calm; he was on the verge of a panic attack.

Meanwhile, Lucifer was marching down to his younger brothers room. Snarling to himself as he knew he was going to confront mammon ONCE AGAIN this week; he really wished that he would just be responsible for once.

The eldest demon threw open the door.

"Mammon, I said keep your habits in your own room! I had to stop Beel from eating every single brownie you left in the fridge-"

His lips immediately flew shut; his eyes landing on the rigid form of the younger demon. Eyes screwed shut and Barely keeping his breathing steady. Lucifers eyes landed on the plate beside him; already able to connect the dots.

Lucifer slowly approached, trying not to stress mammon even further. Mammons eyes opened once again; they were glassy and obviously he was holding back tears. The whites of his eye already turning red.

"how- how long has it been?"

"What do you mean?" He sat down beside him, watching closely to the males expression.

"I heard you coming and I closed my eyes and now you're here- how....how long did I have my eyes shut for...?"

Lucifers chest clenched; he always seen Mammon get hurt or in an unpleasant situation but this was breaking his heart. Mammons hands were shaking as he was trying grasp the world around him; nodding to himself as he was gripping to any spec of reality he could get.

"only for a few moments, mammon."

"seriously?! It felt like hours." He laughed, leaning back on his bed, still dazed.

"How many did you take? You're obviously not having a good trip, I haven't seen you like this since you first started."

"it was only 4! And they were tiny! Did you see em?"

He did, in fact see them. That was the whole reason he was even here; because he saw a pile of mini brownies all wrapped up and stuffed lazily into the fridge. He announced his annoyance just seconds ago but he can't blame his brother for not processing it all; he wished he would be more careful.

"I did....I did see them, let's get you comfortable."

He helped mammon take off his jacket, shifting to grab a nearby hoodie. He sniffed it to make sure it was still fresh through he was mammon didn't care at this point. After putting mammon in the hoodie he guided him to lay on the bed.

Mammon felt another sharp spike of panic seeing his brother leave his side. Weakly grabbing out to him as tears rolled down his cheeks, Lucifer patted his hand. Softly reassuring him he's not leaving. Lucifer pulled the blanket over his brother before taking off his coat, neatly placing it on the chair.

He mumbled sweet 'im here' as he came back to his brothers side. Crawling on the bed on the other side of him and laid down. He embraced mammon from behind, the other male gripping his brother's arms as he let out shaky sighs of relief.

You see, mammon was so relived. Why? Because Lucifer felt real. He was real. His clothes, his hold, his arm - it all felt real. He desperately clung to his brothers arms as he got comfortable in his bed. Lukcily, it was big enough for the both of them but it was still somewhat a squeeze.

But right now that didn't bother Mammon. He just needed to feel something solid. The world around his was weightless; false. All just a blurred background to trick him. More tears came out; curling into himself as he mentally reminded himself that it'll all go away. This feeling wil go away.

"I hate.....I hate feeling like this again....it's been centuries since I've had one this bad- I hate it - I hate it so bad...."

"I know, I'm here, just get some sleep - it'll make it go away faster."

Lucifer leaned his forhead against the back of mammons head. Giving him a gentle squeeze. For a moment Mammon panicked; Lucifer sounded like how he did in his dreams. Those dreams never ended well for him. He always got hurt.

Together, they breathed in and out. Slow steady breathes coming out if the both of them.

"I know but- whenever I close my eyes I feel like I'm dreaming - I can't - I can't tell the difference..."

"I'll tell you how long it's been, just rest."

"it's been an hour, Mammon, go back to sleep."

Despite his reluctance, he nodded. Mammon closed his eyes, trusting his brother. He laid there; unable to tell when he was finally asleep. It was strange because he wasn't tired at all and yet it was effortless. Or maybe it wasn't; he had no idea. It was all just darkness within darkness. He could sense the world shifting as he kept his eyes closed.

Finally, he awoke. Feeling more refreshed and for a few moments - sober. He felt fine. Normal. Grounded. But those feelings weren't going to last. Lucifer noticed his awakening, patting mammons arm and sighed tiredly.

"it's okay, I got you." Lucifer always had him, no matter what.

"an- an hour-?!" His voice squeaked, pain coming out as he let the words echo in his head in disbelief.

Was eternity really only an hour? Was this how it was going to be? He'd wake up every hour still experiencing this awful trip and unable to tell if he was even actually awake.

Mammons tried to go back to sleep; his legs suddenly twitching and jerking. He couldn't remember when that happened. But he was being persistent; sleeping was going to fix this. He was sure belphegor would be amazing at this.

Next time his eyes opened; they immediately went for the clock that's by his bed. He was vaguely aware of the time before he closed his eyes; but at what time did he close his eyes? Was it the first time he closed his eyes or the most recent? When was the most recent?

He whimpered and groaned to himself, moving his hair out of his face. He was able to see through his fringe but it felt odd - it was like looking through a TV screen. Everything behind his hair was far away but yet, he could still see it if it was up close. Being free from his hairs tricks he got to have a another moment of being sober.

Lucifer was sleeping. He spend the past couple of hours just staring at the wall, not wanting to disturb mammon. Soon enough he always went to Dreamland; bored of waiting. But somewhere in his brain he could still sense the world as If he was conscious; sensing mammon was once again awake.

"It's been 3 hours - it'll be over soon." His voice was groggy but mammon was thankful the change didn't make him panic.

He is legs kept twitching and moving. He couldn't stop it. His body was just moving on his own. Lucifer moved one of his arms much to mammons dismay; grabbing a water bottle Asmodeus left not too long ago. He handed it to mammon.

"Drink, you'll need it."

Mammon was in no position to say otherwise. His mouth dryer than a dessert. He chugged down the water until he felt satisfied; closing his eyes once again and let himself drift through sleep and uncertainty.

Next thing the both of them knew was Mammon was keeping close to the edge of the bed. Mumbling about falling off the edge. But he couldn't move; he kept hunching like was going to throw up. He kept taking large gulps of water as he his mouth kept drying up in moments.

Lucifer rubbed his back, trying to keep him from throwing up. That would only cause the poor demon to have a panic attack and he didn't need to be struggling to breathe mid way through barfing.

Thankfully; time flew by at last and it was the next day. Both brothers still snored as they held onto each other. The other brothers checked in to make sure they were okay, mammon had plenty of water and Lucifer has some snacks to eat.

It was going to be okay

He was okay

Thank father it's okay

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