#'getting closer' is much harder on a second listen when i've come to love them both so much

[milogreer]

“you don’t have to keep the armor up tonight. the fighting’s done. you can just rest.”

[imaginesheaven]

Bar Owner!Reader x TF 141 - Part III

Like my follower requested: Finally the final part of the Bar Owner!Reader series. I hope you all like it. It was so fun to create it all for you. I listened to the 5 centimeters per second original sountrack the whole time writing this. I've got happy tears in my eyes :)

Warnings: Curse words (like always)

Captain John Price

John knows already for years that he is deeply in love with you yet he didn’t want to accept it. From day to day it gets harder to push the realization into the back of his mind. If you would feel the same you would have said something already. He assumes you are not looking for a relationship. Probably especially not with someone who is always away on missions. Someone who is always in danger to die very soon. Someone like John.

He takes another sip from his whiskey watching you how you serve your customers. It’s a warm evening and you all hang out in the garden behind your bar. You look so incredibly happy talking with everybody while Cougar trails after you like a lost puppy. Your joy radiates like a ray of sunshine. Behind you the sun is setting on the hills coloring you in a deep orange. It makes you even more breathtaking than you already are.

“I think you should tell (Y/N) what you feel”, Kate next to him says nonchalantly like she would talk about the amazing weather. “Am I that easy to look through?”, Price thought no one would know about his little secret. His ever-growing love for you.

“John, humor me for a second. I noticed how you look at (Y/N) when you think no one can see you. Don’t you think you let (Y/N) waiting long enough?”, Kate gives him an overly confident smile. “What do you know, Laswell?”, John tries not to sound too excited. His heart keeps hammering against his chest. Racing to catch up to you.

“I don’t want to give away too much, but if (Y/N) would have died the bar and Cougar would have been yours. Is that enough for you?”, Laswell lets him on your very own little secret. John stares at her in disbelief. The bar is everything you have ever loved in your life. Just like Cougar. You trust him so deeply knowing he would keep both safe and sound.

Price stands up from his chair making his way over to you. “Hey, John!”, your whole face lights up as you see him coming closer. He loves how you say his name. Your voice so full of kindness and love. It makes his knees weak.

He can’t stop himself anymore as he cups your face softly in his big hands. Surprised you look at him with a slight blush on your cheeks. “You have no idea how much I love you”, not waiting for your reaction John presses a soft kiss onto your lips.

Shocked you let go of the drinks, which splatter onto the grass. Doubts creep in John’s mind breaking away from you, but you stop them immediately as you wrap your arms around him pulling him into another kiss. “What took you so damn long?”, you lean your forehead against his.

Everyone starts to cheer loudly. Especially Kate. She is over the moon to see you happy once again. It brings the two of you back into reality. “I’m sorry for making you wait, love.”

It took John years to confess his love to you, but he makes sure to catch up all the things you two have missed. John tries literally everything to make all your dreams come true. Sometimes he forgets that he is the only thing you ever wanted in life.

He is so very thankful for the joy you bring him every single day he can be with you. You were all along his reason to come back safely from missions, but now John is allowed to drown in your love openly. You are his one and only. The ray of sunshine he needs to forget all the pain and misery he has been put through.

Even if you love to make fun of the fact he waited for years not realizing you feel the same all the time. John takes it with pride, “The best things in life take time, love.” Naming drinks that take longer to prepare after him.

Bonus

(Y/N): So, you set John up to confess finally?

Kate: Yes, it worked, right? But I might have lied to him about something…

(Y/N):  Kate… What did you say?

Kate: … I might have told him that you would give him your bar and Cougar if you would have died.

(Y/N): … Well, that’s not that much of a lie. I totally would have, but I’m not that easy to kill.

Kate: Oh, come on. Don’t act like a superhero.

(Y/N): … I took out half of the Russian military, Kate. I am a fucking superhero.

Kate: … *rolls her eyes* Damn it. That’s true.

Soap: *witnessing everything* HALF OF THE RUSSIAN MILITARY?!?

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon keeps his love for you hidden away with the rest of his emotions. Everyone knows he has a soft spot for you, but not how much his heart yearns for you. He wants to share his life with you. He wants you to know the real Simon. The one behind the mask. He wants you to see how vulnerable he can be, because he knows you would never hurt him.

“Fucking hell”, Ghost mumbles under his breath slowly overwhelmed by his feelings and thoughts. “Hey, boys. Another round?”, you stand by the table giving everyone your best smile. Simon can’t believe how much he loves you. It almost physically hurts.

Without a word he stands up to leave the bar. The fresh air calms his racing mind, but he doesn’t even try to untangle those confusing thoughts. Every single one of them revolves around you like they always do. How long can he uphold this façade?

“Hey, you okay?”, you followed him outside pointing towards the garden chairs, “Wanna take a seat?” It’s actually too cold to sit outside yet he accepts your offer thankfully. In silence the two of you sit together. You look at the sky seeing a ton of stars this night. Ghost looks at you wondering which god has sent you his way. You don’t try to start an uncomfortable conversation. Not even once you forced him to talk to you. He’s incredibly grateful for the way you deal with his peculiarities.

“Sometimes when I get overwhelmed by my thoughts I look at the stars. I try to remember all the constellations I learned over the years. It took me years to learn that it’s actually okay not to be okay and w-“, you don’t mind holding an one-sided conversation. Simon could listen to your voice all day long yet he interrupts you, “I love you.”

Simon can’t look at you after his rather blunt confession scared to see rejection in your eyes. You take his hand in yours softly to get his full attention, “I love you too, Simon.” There is only admiration and kindness in your eyes. His heart swells with happiness.

You know it wouldn’t be easy to love Simon yet you still did it with all you had. First things first, this man has to learn to trust again. Opening up himself. He lived so long behind a mask not sure how to be a functioning human being anymore. You are always there for Simon giving him exactly what he needs. Patience, love, honesty, safety.

This man would literally die for you in an instant.

You adjust to keeping your relationship under the radar for a while. Not even his team knows about the two of you. Except for Price. He knew right away after Simon confessed his love to you during that night.

One evening in the bar Simon decides it is time to make it official. Johnny likes to flirt with you in a platonic way. “Amazing drinks as always, sweetheart”, Soap winks at you grinning like the childish boy he still is.

“That’s my partner you are flirting with, Johnny”, Simon wraps his arm around your middle as you stand next to him by the table. A few seconds no one dares to say a word. Price leans back impressed by Ghost’s openness, “Pay up, Gaz.” Kyle rolls his eyes as he hands over the money.

“You did not bet on us?!”, you throw your rag laughing at Price. He raises his hands in surrender, “Sorry, it was clear as the day. Had to take the chance to win a fine bet.” Gaz shrugs one shoulder, “I thought you two would be just friends.”

Soap stares at all of you clearly confused, “Am I the only one who did not about this at all?” Smiling you push his shoulder playfully, “Your head is always up in the clouds to notice the small things.” Cougar pushes his way forward to put his head on Ghost’s leg begging for head scratches.

“Oh, that’s why Cougar likes you more now!”, Soap puts the puzzle pieces together way later than everyone else. Simon can’t explain in words how happy he is in this moment. He finally found his very own little family.

Bonus

Soap: So… (Y/N), did you see Simon without his mask?

(Y/N): … No, not yet and that’s totally fine.

Soap: You didn’t kiss yet?! Simon! What are you waiting for?

Ghost: Fucking hell, Johnny! None of your business!

(Y/N): Don’t be so harsh, Simon. Johnny doesn’t know how to woe his partner.

Ghost: … *tries not to snicker*

Soap: That’s right! I don’t know … wait, what? HEY!

Ghost: *proud of you* (Y/N), I love you so much~

John “Soap” MacTavish

Let’s be honest, everyone would know right away that this man is so in love with you. Soap is not someone who can keep things like this a secret. As soon as he lays his eyes on you his whole face lights up and nothing can bring him ever down.

“Fucking hell, Johnny, tell (Y/N) what you feel or I do it. I can’t stand you drooling over the whole table anymore”, Ghost doesn’t mean it literally, but Soap’s puppy eyes and lovesick grin the whole evening make him gag eventually.

Soap would love to tell you what he feels, but is just way too scared to lose you. “Just rip it off like a band-aid”, Gaz isn’t really the right one to give out flirt tips yet he does it anyways. Gaz and Ghost would team up against Soap; teasing him non-stop to push him to his limits so he would finally confess his undying love for you. “Boys, please, leave the poor lovesick baby alone”, Price smiles into his whiskey knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Soap stands up from his chair without a further word making his way towards the good old jukebox. He choses the first song he played over and over again to annoy you. It’s also actually the song that reminds him off you. When Soap is away from you he is always listening to this song.

You can’t help yourself from yelling out an amused “Johnny!” as you make your way towards him. A slight smile appears on his lips as he falls over and over in love with you once again. It is the first time you ever called him Johnny and it’s the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

He grabs your hands in his to overplay how hard they are actually shaking. The nervousness is eating at him, “Just listen for a second. I really need to get this off of my chest … Then you can yell at me or whatever.”

“The first time I ever saw you has burned into my mind, because it was the best moment in my whole life. You are a ray of sunshine. Every time I’m with you I experience so much happiness and joy like I could hug the entire world. If I could I would drown in this feeling for the rest of my life… Not that I’m proposing… I mean if you want me to I-I … Oh shit…”

Everything started out so good for him, then he starts to stumble upon his own words. Still Johnny keeps pouring his heart into his one-sided speech, “I really like you, (Y/N). I’m not the best catch out there I know but I pro-…”

You cut his rambling off with a brief but meaningful kiss. “You talk way too much sometimes, Johnny”, you wink at him grinning and the whole bar interrupts your moment with cheering. Cougar makes him way in between the two of you to share some of the love.  

This man worships the ground you walk on and would do everything for you. Sometimes Soap is a bit childish, but it doesn’t bother you at all. It reminds you to enjoy the life how it is and don’t worry too much. He still loves to get on your nerves with doing stupid shit. Here and there Soap even teams up with Gaz to make it double trouble.

“Sweetie, you love me, right?” – “You are god damn lucky you are cute, Johnny…”

Johnny is literally moving in with you after the two of you start dating. You can’t convince me otherwise. Being always by your side is his way of love language. Of course, you are not mad about having him around you all the time.

But the most important thing is that you bring Johnny peace and happiness. For the first time in forever he learns what being in love with someone really means. Having a reason to come back in one piece from missions. Johnny loves wrapping you up in his arms for sure being the happiest man on earth.

“I love you so damn much, (Y/N).” – “I love you too, Johnny.”

Bonus

Can’t forget about the most important fact of your relationship. Sharing your lovely Scottish man with your dog…

Johnny: Don’t look at me like that. I love you so much, Cougar. You are my number one.

You: … Do you want some alone time with my dog, Johnny?”

Johnny: No, no, you can stay if you want :)

You: … -.-

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz is quite decent hiding his growing feelings for you behind his poker face. No one knows how much it costs him to keep up his coolness. He lost completely control over his own body. You entering the room is enough for him to turn into a blushing mess How is he supposed to tell you what he feels without making a fool out of himself?

Silently sighing Gaz downs his drink in one single sip. He hates how easy everyone seems to interact with you. Soap always makes you laugh with his jokes, while he can’t even make a conversation without starting to ramble or stutter.

Gaz only wants to let you know how much you mean to him. That you make his life so much better. You are literally perfection and out of his league. Why does he even bother to try? His desperation reaches another level.

Only alcohol can help him now. He downs another drink earning a concerned glance from Price, “You okay?” With a slight smile on his lips Gaz stands up, “Never have been better, Cap.” John just witnessed him downing two handful of drinks within an hour. He is clearly not okay, but maybe Gaz reached finally the level where he will confess his love to you. Price will keep an eye on him from afar.

“Hey there”, you greet Gaz with a smile that lights his whole world up. He hops onto the bar stool almost falling over with the whole thing trying to be cool. “Are you drunk?”, you have never seen him like that before ever again. Gaz usually knows his limits.

“No, not drunk. Only a bit tipsy”, an overly confident grin is plastered on his face. Knowing what an effect you have on him you lean forward pulling him closer towards you by his shirt collar, “Then proof it.” His eyes widen full of panic for a second, while his heart skips a beat just to double up the speed afterwards.

“If I would be drunk I would tell you how perfect you are. I would tell you how much love I have in my heart for you. There is a space in there that is shaped exactly like you. Being near you makes me so damn happy I have never been before. I could drown in your lovely eyes. This must be true love…. But I’m not drunk so therefore I’m not telling you all of this.”

His truthful words leave you shocked. A slight blush appears on your cheeks.

“Well, you just said it out loud, buddy”, Soap just stands a few centimeters away from the two of you witnessing everything. Realization hits Gaz like a baseball bat in his face. His drunk ass just confessed not knowing he spoke all of his thoughts out loud?!

“Soap!”, you throw your rag at him. Without a further word Gaz stands up bailing out completely sober now and makes his way out of the bar. “Oh no, for sure not!”, Price grabs him by his shoulders and guides Gaz back to the counter, where you are still standing.

“Don’t you dare to run away from me ever again”, you grab his chin to place a kiss onto his lips. Soap giggles in the background, Ghost makes fake gag sounds and Price just rolls his eyes, “Get a room, kids.”

Gaz still can’t believe his luck even after weeks of dating. You are the only good thing in his life and he would give everything to make you happy. Which means he lives his romantic side to its fullest. Planning out dates like almost every week. Burying you under a wave of presents he thinks you might like. Writing you pages and pages of meaningful words hoping you can understand what you mean to him.

But as soon as his ass is planted in the bar he turns into a literal child. Bickering with Soap about the jukebox. Making bets with him who can annoy you the worst. Sneaking drinks behind your back and so on. He even teams up with Soap AND Cougar singing songs from the jukebox. Well, Cougar only barks away happily having a blast with Gaz by his side.

“You are all grounded for the rest of the week!” – “No, baby! I love you! You know that, right? RIGHT?! BABY!”

Bonus

Gaz: … Thank you, Captain, for giving me the push I needed.

Price: You are welcome, kid… but please stay away from the alcohol.

Soap: … What about me? I helped too!

Gaz: You made everything worse!

Soap: I did not! You wanted to run away!

Gaz and Soap: *start pushing each other*

Price: Boys, behave.

(Y/N): … I love all of you, but bloody hell what did I get myself into?

Tagging @apathetickun @missroro @abbiesxox @flyingmushroomss

[bleedingredridinghood]

((repost from my old blog))

Katsuki Bakugou is an "all or nothing" kind of person.

Katsuki Bakugou goes from zero to one hundred in approximately no seconds flat.

See, Katsuki either is, or is not. When he meets you, when he first makes you smile, that's it. He's through. It's you. There's no second guessing, there's no waffling. Katsuki knows exactly what he's feeling, even if it's only subconsciously.

There is nobody else for him. Nothing else he wants. When you have your first argument, he can't help but notice how lovely you look as the setting sun casts it's golden warmth on the waves of your hair. You're both angry, feeling hurt and dejected. You're both trying not to yell, though he is trying much harder than you are. Your eyes are set into a fierce glare, your mouth pursed into a scowl--

And he thinks you are just so fucking adorable. He knows you're mad. He knows you're mad because he's mad, and won't just fucking tell you why. But he can't tell you why. He doesn't want to let his hurt-turned-anger get out of hand. Not when it's you.

He knows most people would feel terrified if you were mad at them-- your quirk could easily decimate anyone else. But he doesn't care. He can't be afraid of you. Katsuki knows you. He knows you, and knows it's you, and that it will always be you. How could he fear what he knows he'll call home for the rest of his life, and, most likely, every single fucking life thereafter?

So you fight. You argue. He stalks off, you try not to cry.

But he comes back. Bakugou knows that he will always come back. He comes back, and cradles your face in his large, calloused hands, kisses the still-wet tear stains on the apples of your cheeks. He whispers his earnest apology over and over as he squeezes you closer to him. He never wants to go without feeling the pressure of your body held tight against his.

You apologize, too. Ask him to just talk to you. So, he does. And you listen, and remind him that you love him. That you will always love him, more than anything. More than the air in your lungs. More than the stars in the sky.

He laughs-- a warm, bright, but still under-used sound. He tells you that he will always be yours, that he will always want-- no, need you to be his.

You ask him if he's sure, and he laughs again, a louder sound-- it rumbles in his chest, he grins so wide, his burning autumn eyes soft and glistening like they're made stars. "I ain't ever been more sure about anything in my whole fucking life." He breathes, his nose brushing yours. Your foreheads touch, and then he's kissing you, and you're melting into him.

To Katsuki Bakugou, not much made sense before he saw you, before he loved you. But when he first spoke your name, it was like something inside him was saying, "There you are... I've been looking for you."

Because, to Katsuki Bakugou, it's you. It's always been you. There was nobody else. There would never be anybody else, because Katsuki Bakugou doesn't feel in percentages less than one hundred.

Katsuki Bakugou is an "all or nothing" kind of person.

[brainisonfire]

I really hope this won't come across as a way to compare different kinds of illnesses and struggles cause it's not, it's just stuff I thought about while listening to the great impersonator that I needed to share. at the end of the day, I'm just a mentally ill bitch lol

i still need time to process this record well enough to be able to fully put into words the amount of things that im feeling, but this whole thing about this album is bringing back things. so im sorry if this is going to be sort of a trauma dump.

in february one of my best friends lost her mother to cancer, and even tho it's not my trauma and my loss to claim it hit harder than i expected (and yes, i do feel like shit for expecting it to hit less). my friend and i grew up basically as one, we've been together since we were three years old, we spent so many afternoons in her room playing with her mum. i knew that woman too well to act like it didn't hurt me as well, but im not going to pretend it's my loss to grieve. she had a family i need to stay closer than ever now.

all of this was to say that when she died something in my brain snapped. i had the kind of reaction that makes you go 'life is short. i can't keep wasting mine. anything could happen at any minute. i dont want to go with these many things left unsaid'. which felt insane, and also kind of bad if i have to be honest, because years ago when my father died i didn't have the clarity of mind to act the same way and i wish i did.

it lasted a few months and then i fell back into my usual mental patterns and old habits, which I'm definitely not proud of, but i really do believe that even tho i keep telling myself that i went back to therapy because i needed an ocd diagnosis and someone to help me manage it (which is something that was and still is definitely very real), i actually needed to know i was working in a direction where i could, someday, be at least well enough to be there for my friends when they need me. because i fear that, right now, I'm not. and it's not fair to them to always have to second guess if they can call me or not when they need a shoulder to lean on, especially when tragedies like that happen. i want to be able to give them my undivided attention, not to have to fight against my brain to be able to barely have the energy to listen to them.

it was weird to listen to this album and realise that I can (in my own personal way, i dont want it to sound like i know the exact same pain h experienced cause i didn't go through the same things she did) relate to both of the points of view. my chronic illness is not nearly as debilitating as what she had to go through, but in my tiny way I've been both the 'heavy heart' that's 'too much to hold' and the one that wanted to try to be there for someone else and couldn't because of my own issues. and I swear im trying so hard to not repeat the same mistakes. im far from perfect, but I'm trying to show up more for the people that i love.

I'm not the kind of person that needs to do something big with their life or to give meaning to it etc, but i do need to know that it's worth it, that the bad parts are balanced by something positive. and, right now, i still dont know how to hope for things, cause a future is still not a concept i feel comfortable in yet. if i have to be completely honest i never pictured myself getting this far, but now that I'm here i might as well try to *actually* be here, at least for the people i care about. I can't do that if i dont start seriously working on things i avoided for ten years, and grief plays a huge part in this because spoiler: no matter how much time it passes, it still hurts.

i wish 13yo me didn't shut down completely and was able to process things instead, but apparently it's a job for 23yo me. i still need to fully accept that it is ok to miss my dad now even if i didn't let myself feel it for years, but i'm getting there. i have a million questions for him and I'll never get the answers. i still have to learn how to deal with it. this record hit like a ton of bricks.

so once again, after saving my ass with both badlands and manic at the most perfect time, h art came in at the right moment. i feel like something in me changed after listening to this album, exactly in the same way i felt in february. i felt my perspective shift again, for the better. I hope it'll last.

i might not be able to stitch my brain back together as fast as I'd like to, this shit will take time. i still have to fully convince myself that i can use the word 'will' instead of 'could' because i still dont really believe I'll make it lol, but one step at a time. I'm tired as fuck, but I'm trying.

i'm just so glad that i can do it while listening to the great impersonator. i needed this record so bad, it's unbelievable how someone who doesn't even know me is always able to give me exactly what i need when i need it. I'll forever be grateful for what she did and keeps doing for me through her music. this album means so much more than I'll ever be able to express

[werothegreat]

Music lied to me

Growing up, and until very recently, this is how I assumed vocal ranges worked:

It makes it seem like there's a lot of space between male and female vocal registers.

At the same time, I was aware of different vocal ranges, which are usually presented like this:

See how the boys still live on the bass clef, and the girls still live on the treble clef. It becomes a bit less stark if we overlap them:

Now they definitely look closer together, but there still seems to be at least an octave difference between the highest and lowest notes of each corresponding range, and the highest bass note is only a third above the lowest soprano note, which still makes it seem like there is some stark biological difference between the genders in voices.

But one thing to remember is that S(M)AT(B)B is not a reflection of human vocal ability, divvied into 4 or 6 categories - it's a compositional division made to have 4 or 6 different parts in a piece of music. It's not that sopranos can only sing from C4 to C6, it's that those are the notes that composers write for them.

What started to throw me was listening to Idina Menzel belt.

I noticed that in the first half, there are parts where her vocal quality clearly changes to falsetto. She is reaching into a range where her chest voice is not comfortable. And in the second half, she hits those same notes with her belt.

Some terminology: chest voice is your "normal" or "speaking" voice - it's the register you're most comfortable in, and where you sound most natural. It's so called because most of your sound production is coming from resonating in your chest, in your lungs. Head voice or falsetto is a different method of sound production, where the main resonance is in your mouth and nasal cavity. It sounds "breathier" or "lighter", and can often have a very nasal quality (think Billy Joel in Uptown Girl). Belting is when you push your chest voice higher than is comfortable into the range you normally would switch to falsetto - it requires a lot of breath support, and you can only do it loud - you're basically screaming, with some vibrato. It's not the best for you vocal chords, but it can sound good. It's more common in pop music and musicals; opera singers instead use passaggio, which is a mix of chest and head voices, but is harder to do. People can pick up belting just by hearing someone else do it; passaggio can only really be sung by learning the technique first.

Anyway, I was curious what the actual notes were where Idina Menzel switched into falsetto or belting. And it was only an Eb5. Only here:

I've been working on my own voice, trying to practice passaggio, while working on my belt. My chest voice starts to give out at F4, and I've gotten to a point where I can consistently belt to Bb4. These:

In other words, Defying Gravity isn't sung an octave above my normal range as a baritone/tenor. It's only sung a fourth above. I, a cis boy pumped full of testosterone, am within spitting distance of singing a song written for a cis girl pumped full of estrogen at original pitch.

And I'm not the only one! This is Brendon Urie, a cis man, singing another Idina Menzel song, Into the Unknown, at its original pitch! With just his belt!

It sounds like he's mixing in some head voice at that highest note (again, Eb5!) but everything else is crystal clear belt, all chest voice, singing the exact same notes that Idina Menzel does. This cis man has the same vocal range as a cis woman. And he's not called a freak male soprano or anything, he's just a tenor.

And it goes both ways! Here is this lovely woman singing in a traditionally male range:

In that song, she gets as low as Bb2, here:

That's only a fourth above my own lowest comfortable note, F2. And a lot of basses can only go down as far as G2! This woman could have sung a lot of bass parts at pitch!

The point I'm trying to make is, the gender distinction in vocal ranges is largely imagined, and trans people please please stop worrying so much about your voices. I guarantee you there are cis people of your gender who have the same vocal range you got from (first) puberty. If you still want to vocal train, more power to you, may you receive every piece of gender euphoria you desire, but you don't need to worry about it as much.

[razzlee-meow]

don't tickle a sleeping hank. ...get it? get it?! (i'll show myself out)

sorry the title explains it all. my bad.

i'm in hank brainrot. i want to write about lee!2b but... GOD i love hank. LMAOO

enjoy this small little idea? fic? idk what to call it.

uhm there are feet tickles, for anyone who's uncomfy with that. i think i've tagged my fics with these, but idk. if i haven't, my bad - but i tagged this one. *thumbs up.*

there's also like hurt/comfort? and i mean a physical hurt. not emotional. lmao

he/they for hank || they/them for doc

"Hank," 2BDamned let out an exasperated sigh as they softly opened the mercenary's bedroom door, looking at the adorable sight in front of them. The blankets were kicked off the bed, and the pillows were messy and all over the place... and right in the middle of it all laid the culprit responsible for it all, Hank J Wimbleton, who was still sleeping soundly with soft snores coming from him. His body relaxed against the mattress, with his left arm and leg dangling off the bed.

It took everything in their power not to start laughing at the sight, deeming it hilarious due to the fact that they had never seen him so vulnerable and exposed like that. They knew how much the mission took out of him but dreaded this moment with all of their heart. Hank never slept much, considering the bad insomnia that he fought daily, but when he managed to fall asleep... it was quite literally hell to wake him up. The whole base figured this out the first time it happened, and now the three share a custom of playing rock, paper, scissors to decide who gets to be the unlucky soul to wake them up.

And unfortunately, it was Doc.

"I'm comin' in, Hank," Doc whispered, mainly to themself, as they entered the other's bedroom, noticing how messy they kept their room. They were stepping over empty beer bottles and random clothes as they made their way to his bed. Hank didn't even move a muscle, he just continued to lay there peacefully as if nothing was happening. Doc inhaled sharply. This was the moment they were waiting for. They let out the single breath they were holding as they put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him with a bit of force.

"Hank? Hank, it's time to get up." Doc muttered, squinting their eyes at the sleeping figure. Hank only grumbled and turned onto his stomach as if that would protect him from getting woken up. Their fingers grasped the sleeping figure, shaking them a bit harder. There was still nothing happening. Hank was still sleeping, and Doc was growing increasingly frustrated at the fact that they were such a heavy sleeper. Their other hand reached toward the bridge of their nose, clutching it slightly. They knew they'd have to wake him up - but how?

Doc then grabbed the light covers, pulling them off. It didn't do considering his outfit very much was more than enough to warm him during the night. Doc sighed, frustrated.

"Hank, I'm... erm, damn it," Doc growled as they shook their head. They were a doctor! Well, not a legitimate one, but close enough. There had to be something they could do to get the other out of bed. Doc's gaze narrowed down the length of his body, listening to the other continue to snore without a care in the world. They were silent for a few moments before a sinister idea crept into their mind. A grin formed across their face - they had the best idea.

"Hank, I'm going to count to three," Doc announced loudly, moving lower on the bed. They climbed onto the soft mattress, sitting right next to the other man's legs. This was going to be good - something that Hank couldn't ignore or shrug off. Well, if it even worked on him. Doc's hand moved closer and closer to his ankle, a smirk underneath their mask.

"One," Doc muttered, hand wrapping around his ankle with a bit of force. They paused for a second, looking at the still-sleeping figure with a raised eyebrow. "Two," they continued, pursing their lips as his fingertips twitched with anticipation. Their hand hovered over his socked foot, keeping quiet for any signs of life. Doc chuckled softly, a playful and teasing sound coming out of their mouth.

"....Three." Doc's fingers skittered all over Hank's socked foot, in which Doc finally got a rise out of him - one that they had desperately wanted. Hank sputtered out something unintelligible as his body began to fight back against the ticklish sensations, trying to pull his ankle away from the other's nimble fingers. That only encouraged Doc to keep their grip tighter as their fingertips danced all over his soles. Hank burst out into hysterical laughter, shutting their eyes as they buried their head into their soft pillow.

"Ah, so you're awake now," Doc purred, their eyes narrowing in a teasing way that the other unfortunately couldn't see. A giant smirk was plastered all over their face - they found the situation more amusing than ever, knowing that Hank fuckin' Wimbleton, out of everyone they knew, was ticklish. And extremely, by the simple looks of it. Doc's fingers continued to scribble all over his socked foot, Hank's hand hitting the side of the bed.

"Doho- fUHUHCK! DOhohoHOHOC!" Hank squeaked out through his many frantic peels of laughter, his entire body squirming against them. Oh, this was just too good now. "Yes, Hank~? What do you need?" they asked, turning their head back as they continued to mercilessly torture their friend. Their fingers traveled up and down almost agonizingly, making Hank let out a squeal before dissolving into more laughter, his pitch rising with every torturous touch. "YOHOHOU- AHAH-" Hank was cut off multiple times by his own laughter and squeals, as he planted his face back into his pillow.

"Aw, Hank, you know I can't understand you like that..~" Doc teased, letting a small huff of amusement escape their lips. Unfortunately, they had completely forgotten how strong Hank actually was... so the minute the top of his foot met their jaw, it made them jerk back. Of course, Hank didn't mean to - they'd never intentionally hurt the other, but it's... just what happened. "Ahaha, s-shit, Doc, you alright?" Hank asked, feeling their grip on his ankle loosen.

Hank immediately shot up, their hand cupping the side of Doc's face with a concerned look. "Did I hurt you too bad? I didn't ... mean to, it was..." Doc only chuckled in response, giving him a soft look as they shook their head.

"Don't worry about it. I expected to see some resistance. It caught me off-guard a bit," they explained with a bit of a laugh. "But nothin' I can't handle. Hey, you're fully awake now." Hank pouted a bit, still upset that he accidentally kicked the other. His hand continued to cup the side of their face. "Oh, on another note..." they spoke softly, setting aside their mask to show their scarred face. Their lips pursed for a moment before continuing. "I think that might be my favorite way to wake you up now. Well, minus the kicking. I might have to do it again...~"

"...ugh," Hank grumbled, rolling his eyes as he stretched upward. "That was unnecessary."

"For you, maybe," Doc responded with a slight teasing glint in their eye. "But to me, I think it was quite cute. And fun. I'm have to lighten you up a bit sometimes." They joked. "Besides, you wouldn't get up for anything else. I even shook you a bunch of times."

Hank only gave them a side-eye, pouting a bit as their cheeks turned a soft pink color. "...shut up."

Doc raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you sound like you want more with an attitude like that."

And just like that, Doc immediately pounced on Hank, for what wouldn't be the last 'attack' of the day. Deimos and Sanford were long forgotten, thanks to Hank's attitude. It wasn't like either of them minded, though.

Spending time together is what made them special. ...even if it was to tickle the shit out of Hank!

[aro-ortega]

Top 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

i was tagged by @glitchy-npc and also @autumnfangirler on my main (@/arcane-lock) thank yall for thinking of me !

i will tag ! @villainsidestep @swordsandspectacles @disastersteps and @groan-taire ! (sorry if any of yall have done this already, ive been mostly offline today)

favourite colour: yellow !

currently reading: just started reading harrow the ninth with my partner in our book club ! i really liked gideon, i have no idea what to expect from this book (its my partners 5th time rereading it) but im looking forward to reading more

last song: i've been mostly listening to my sidestep playlist recently, including as i type this so last song is - EDIT. I FORGOT TO ADD THE SONG. IT'S 'BABY NO MORE' BY ANJIMILE

last series: does series mean show ? i have been watching house and big brother with my maman ! this is my first time watching house but she's seen it all before, i like it but it can be too gory/graphic for me

sweet, savory, or spicy?: sweet ! i love sweets i have a big sweet tooth

currently working on: so many things ! im working on three fhr art pieces rn and also need to start a ref/sketch of heartbreaks armour from the front, and ive also been working on outlining a couple fics and i started writing a small thing just for fun and to explore writing in second person. ill put the things i worked on today under the read more

vanya + ric making out at rangers hq

"hi! what are you doing here?" 

"i came to see you," you say honestly. you don't have much free time these days, but when you have a spare handful of hours between one task and the next, and there's nothing pressing or immediate, or nothing else that can really be done in that time -- ocassionally, you indulge. and these days, more often than not, you want to spend that time with ricardo.

the very least you can do for him is be honest with your feelings for him - you want to see him, no ulterior motives.

he smiles and you try to return it - it feels off, and by the expression on ortega's face it looks it too.

but ricardo doesn't ask if you're okay. he's been doing that less and less altely. probably just as tired of hearing your lies as you are of telling them.

"not just to see me, i hope," he says with a flirty wink.

"well," you say, drawing closer to him. you put your hands on his shoulders; his come to your hips. "that tends to lead to the rest."

deja vu?

ortega blinks.

then, he smirks and grips just a little harder, pulling you closer to him.

"i have to say, i'm surprised," he says. "i didn't think you would be so comfortable with public displays of affection."

you shrug. your hands move from his shoulders to his neck, his jaw, his cheeks.

"i want to kiss you," you say. it's easy to be honest with this - why does the rest feel impossible? "if someone see's, i'm willing to pay that price."

[mcbex]

*Going unnoticed *

It's funny how when you pray most often God answers your prayers but doesn't change the situation. He merely guides you to the perspective that is needed to help you through. I have been praying hard about change as of late. I'm starting to recognize I need to be honest with myself because my underlying issue is fear. Fear I lack courage, fear I'll be stuck in the same place indefinetly and fear of the things that will change when all I want to do is hold onto them. Can I be useful and afraid?

As usual with this blog I try to find a way to tell a story about what I wrestle with so I can hit the topic from the side. It brings so much clarity for me when I don't go directly at something. In this scenario I've been trying to share my heart for over a month about how living our life to the fullest doesn't need to come in the way we're expecting it. It's possibly just an effort to validate said fear.

As usual the closer I get to sharing the more satan's attacks hit me head on. Making it harder to find the right words. I'm not even sure these are those. But I've been too long sitting in the fear of saying the wrong thing. He is the master of direct confusion and instant convictor of sin. In fact the second we say "I believe" we become his nemesis. I want nothing more than to go unnoticed by the devil himself but I have a bit of a problem. Satan's attention is a little like an "I love God" meter. The more you lean into those heavenly whispers the angrier that little red guy seems to get. Thus I end up snared, blocked and once more falling prey to his insignificant games.

A.W. Tozier says as christians all we need to do for satan to win is to be complacent and do nothing. We must merely live out our lives accepting the "low key" christian attitude. Funny that this is what I fear the most. Yet what am I to do when my days are short, obligations are long? Is there time enough?

At church last Sunday the pastor was going on about Grace. He was sharing that grace is free and although we don't have to do anything for it, we can't be lethargic about it either. We represent a faith so profound it is bigger than everything. We cannot pretend it's the "lazy river" ride at Disney (his words- not mine). My daughter, whom I'm never sure is listening due to always humming lowly or fidgeting or trying to read a book during service, leans over to me and starts whispering. She says mom he's right. Having faith in God is like white water rafting. I've never been on either ride but I gather they are wildly different. Both analogies fit the truth.

At the end of service unbeknownst to me there was a baptism. An older man got up to testify. I cried. It was with beautiful fervor that he exclaimed his faith and it reminds me that God wants us to enjoy our lives. Although not every second is worthy of a smile. Everyday is worth of joy because he put me here. And if he put me here my fear is wasted on the wrong things. As long as my eyes are on the cross every second counts. Every minute matters.

Today was a day of wins. Juxtaposed between what my heart wants and the accountability of the season I reside in, I found exactly what I needed. In someways I could be more dedicated to the things that vie for my time. In other ways I could do less. Ultimately I just need to go out there everyday in every season of my life and show God I want his grace, I need his love and he's got to keep leading the way. The only thing I need really fear is God. He's got my back so every other thing is arbitrary.

Ecclesiastes 3: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens

Psalm 42: 7-8 Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and breakers have swept over me. By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me— a prayer to the God of my life.

Romans 12:9-13 Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

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CHAPTER 37

IT'LL NEVER CHANGE ME AND YOU

A/N: I don't even know where to begin. This was my first fanfic ever, and I have loved writing every single part of it! And I am just so, so, so honored that many of you have enjoyed reading it. It means the world to me! Thank you, thank you, thank you! 💗

A big shout-out to all of the beautiful people who listened to my ramblings, let me bounce ideas off of them, and were just all around supportive! I'd list you all but there are just so many. However, I absolutely have to mention my bestie @watermelonsugacry for being here for me since Day 1! 💗

So here it is. The final official chapter of EWTNC! Enjoy, lovies!

💗 Bee xx

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>> Warnings: 18+ ONLY: explicit language, fingering, unprotected penetration (birth control), minimal choking, start of 1D hiatus

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Dec 13th, 2015 - X Factor Finale

The past weeks have been quite a ride. You and Harry spent a few days in England with both of your families, and then it was off for (what you feel has been) the busiest time for the guys.

It's been endless interviews, such as Jonathon Ross, Ellen, Jimmy Kimmel, The Chatty Man, etc. And a multitude of performances, such as the Royal Variety Live and X-Factor Australia, to name a few. Plus, the AMAs, and the BBC Awards, to top it all off.

You got to meet the infamous Gwen Garcia when she interviewed the boys again, and you recently got to witness Harry get a tattoo on The Late Late Show with James Cordon.

But today… today feels like the wildest one of all. Today is their last performance as One Direction.

You climb onto the bed just as your second alarm goes off and prop yourself up on your elbow, staring at your beautiful boyfriend.

Harry really is so beautiful, and amazing, and you can't believe the journey you've been on since the day you accepted that internship. You would have never guessed this is how it would go.

You smile, and stroke his cheek, placing a gentle kiss on it.

"H… wake up…"

"No." He replies.

"Babe, I've got something for you." You scoot closer and kiss the top of his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise."

"I like the bed too much, can we just stay here?"

"Perfect, this surprise does not involve leaving the bed…" you state, a hint of seduction in your voice.

His eyes shoot open and he immediately turns onto his side. You bite your lip as his gaze slowly travels down your body, taking in the sight of the black lingerie set you snuck on a few moments earlier.

"Fucking hell." He whispers.

"Good morning." You smirk.

"Yes it is." He grins. "What's all this for?"

You prop yourself up more and start to kiss his chest. "Well, I've got this sexy outfit… and a sexy boyfriend…"

"Are you trying to distract me from what today is?"

"Maybe." You reply, sliding your leg over his hips to straddle him, and moving your lips to his neck. "Is it working?"

He places his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. "Maybe."

You slowly begin to grind on him, extracting an intense hiss from his lips.

"It's starting to work." He smirks.

You feel him already hard underneath you, so you move a bit harder and kiss along his jawline. His hands move over your hips and around to your ass, sliding them underneath your panties. You bring your lips to his, not bothering to wait before you slide your tongue inside. He pulls back slightly and exhales deeply.

"Definitely working." He whispers.

You pull your hips up and move one hand down into his briefs to grab his cock, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace.

"Oh my god. Lemme…" He whispers. "Lemme take these off."

He tugs on his briefs, so you swing your leg back off, and help to slide them down his legs. His cock springs out and you can't help biting your bottom lip.

"As sexy as that outfit is… it needs to go." He demands, and you giggle. "Please."

You quickly remove the bra and panties, and straddle him again. You give his cock a few more pumps and line it up with your entrance, looking at him for confirmation before sliding down onto him.

Your head tips back and mouth drops, still always taken back by how thick he feels inside of you. You start to roll your hips and he holds your waist, running one hand up and stopping just under your left breast.

"This looks amazing on you, baby." He begins to gently run his fingers over your new tattoo.

Your glance falls down to watch, as he scans every inch of the thin ink on your ribcage. His gaze travels up to your face, and he smiles when he meets your eyes.

Your body leans down onto him, resting your elbows next to his ears, so your fingers can get tangled in his curls.

You rest your forehead on his, starting to slowly glide up and down on his cock. A breathy moan begins to escape your lips with the motion, and a deep, subtle grunt begins to escape his.

Both of his hands move to your hips, as you slide back down his cock, and he hisses as he pulls you against him even further.

"You feel so good on me." He whispers.

You kiss his neck, then sit back up on him, placing your hands behind you onto his thighs.

"Oh god." He groans out. "S-so… so good."

He grabs your hips tighter and bucks up into you with his own, both moving at a steady pace to keep in rhythm with each other.

"Fuck. I need it faster baby." He moans. "Can I?"

"Yes."

Right then, he begins to thrust up with force, your bodies slamming together as he pulls you down onto him and gets even deeper.

"Oh my god." Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut.

"Yeah… that's it, that's… that's good." He moans out. "Right there, right?"

"Yes. Fuck. Yes." You reply, leaning forward again and grabbing the headboard behind him, tilting your head back as you feel him completely within you, each one of his movements providing the perfect amount of pleasure.

He slowly runs his right palm up against your skin, stroking your butterfly tattoo with his thumb, and cupping your left breast.

You let out a subtle exhale, which causes him to thrust up harder into you, and moan out.

"I'm… Harry… I'm close…" You begin to pant.

"Me… fuck…" He moans out loudly. "Me too."

He begins to thrust harder and deeper, reaching the very back with ease, and every sense inside you is heightened as he thrusts in, and pulls out.

His grunts become deep, and labored with his breathing.

"Fuck, Y/N… it feels so… fucking… good."

"Yeah… it… oh god…"

"Shit. I can't wait, baby… fuck!" He grabs your hips to hold you down, as his movements become sloppy. "Y/N…"

"Close!"

"God, baby, I… Fuck. Fuck!" He moans out, slamming into you once more, and again. "Oh! Fuck!"

With one last, deep thrust up, he spills into you and you feel the rush of his release filling you up. He continues to move in and out, maintaining his fast pace as he works through his orgasm and brings you to your own.

"Harry! I'm gonna…"

"Go on, baby."

"Oh god. Oh my god!"

He grabs your chin and points it down to him as your mouth drops open. You keep your eyes fixated on him as your walls squeeze tight and body releases onto his cock.

"Fuck." You giggle, falling down onto him, with your face burrowing in his neck. Your chests are rising and falling together as you both come down.

"I could do that forever." He chuckles, and you push yourself up slightly to see a mischievous smirk on his face.

You kiss his jaw, the corner of his mouth, then the center of his lips. He pulls you back, running one hand through your hair and tucking some strands behind your ear.

"I want more." He exclaims, biting his lower lip and running his hands up and down your waist.

"Really?"

"M'never gonna get enough of you… "

You giggle.

"But can I get some more right now?

"Okay."

He sits himself up, grabbing around your waist, and flipping you over onto your back. His lips immediately meet that spot on your neck that is just for him, and makes his way to your earlobe.

"You're so good to me." He whispers.

No words escape your lips, just a sweet moan, as he reaches his fingers down and circles your clit.

"Safe?"

"Yes, H. Please." You plead.

Without hesitation, he slides his fingers into you and slowly pulls them back out. With the sensitivity from your orgasm still lingering, you let out a louder moan as you grab his shoulders, causing him to pump his fingers faster.

"Oh my god." You breathe out. "Feels… so good."

He pumps in and out, still kissing your neck, then in and out again.

"M'already hard again." He smirks. "Are you ready?"

You nod.

He pulls his fingers out, grabbing his cock and rubbing his tip against your wet entrance before gently pushing in.

He moans loudly and your hands reach up for his hair.

He rests one hand by your ear, as the other grabs your hip, and he pushes himself in faster. You feel every inch of him inside of you, every single part of his cock gliding against your walls. Every moment of pressure when his tip hits all the way inside of you.

You can see the sweat glistening around his forehead, and his necklaces dangling in front of you, as some curls come loose from his bun. You can see the muscles of his chest quickly rise and fall with each motion, and his gaze fixated on the spot where he's entering you.

You can't get enough of him either, and decide to ask for something new.

"H-... Harry…" you whisper.

"Yeah."

"Can… oh god… mmm… can we try something?"

"Yeah."

You slide one hand down his shoulder, and his arm, until you grab the hand that was holding your hip. He shifts his weight as you slide it up your body. His breathing is quickening even more as it moves against your skin and stops at the base of your neck.

"Just… just a little… hold it just a little?" You breathe out, moving it slightly over your neck.

"Oh fuck." He moans out. "Are… are you sure?"

You nod. "Yes. I'm sure. Please."

You close your eyes as you let go and throw your hands above your head.

"Safe, baby?"

"Mhmm."

He holds his hand gently in place and quickly moves his other, grabbing onto yours above your head, making sure a majority of his weight is focused on that arm.

"Oh god, yes." You moan.

"Fuck, Y/N." He starts thrusting in harder, and deeper, hitting the back of you with each motion.

"Oh my god."

"Yes, baby! Feel good?"

"Yes. Yes."

He grunts deeper as he removes his hands from yours and grabs onto the headboard, giving him more leverage to thrust with even more ferocity.

"Yes. Oh my god. Yes."

"Fuck… so fucking good!"

"Harry… oh my-..."

"Baby, so… fucking good."

"I'm… go-... I'm gonna…"

"Cum baby… cum..."

"Oh… fuck, Harry."

You grab onto his wrist and buck up your hips, as every inch of you is filled with a sensational pleasure.

"Yes! Oh my-... yes!"

Your walls squeeze him tightly as your orgasm hits, and he moans out deeply.

"M'so close." He grunts. "So… fucking… fuck!"

He thrusts in deep for the last time as he squeezes his eyes shut and his mouth drops open. You feel every drop of his release fill you up as he breathes his way through it.

As you both start to come down, he opens his eyes and meets yours, displaying a wide grin across his face, and removes his hand from your throat.

"Did you like it?"

"A lot!" You admit, biting your lower lip.

"I love you so fucking much." He states, leaning down for a kiss. Your hands grab his face as your lips move with his, and you moan against his mouth before pulling away.

"I love you too."

"Round three?" He chuckles.

"No fucking way." You reply, shaking your head. "You've gotta be able to perform tonight."

"Oh, I'll perform-"

"That's not what I meant." You roll your eyes.

He bites his lower lip and gives you one more kiss. He pushes himself up and slowly pulls out of you. He rolls to the side and lays on his back next to you.

"Don't wanna go out there if I can get this all day."

"Yes you do." You turn onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow and running your other hand through his hair. "You want to go out there."

"Yes." He sighs. "I do."

~~~~~

"Alright, Rockstar. What's the big news?" You ask, sitting on the couch in his dressing room, slightly trying to avoid seeing anyone else and being completely enveloped in sobbing.

"Well, I, umm…" He clears his throat and sits down next to you, taking your hand in his. "I've been talking to Harry Lambert…"

"A legend. Yes."

"Right." He chuckles. "And, umm, well, he sort of wants to be my stylist for future stuff."

You stare blankly into his eyes, not really knowing what this means for you. You have decided to take a break from working, have some time off vacationing and just being with Harry, and figure out what it is that you really want to do next.

"Okay…"

"Well, I… umm… I told him about my amazing and talented girlfriend…"

"Oh?" Your heart starts to race, still unsure what this means.

"And that you're a stylist…"

"Harry! For fucks sake! Get to the point!"

"He wants to work with you. Or, umm, you work with him. While he… works with me, I guess."

"I'm sorry." Your mouth drops open and you feel like your brain may have just glitched. "What the hell did you just say?"

"Harry Lambert wants you to work for him as part of my styling team." He grins, squeezing your hand as you continue to just stare.

"I…"

"Would you want to do that?" He asks, suddenly furrowing his brow.

"I…"

"I mean, I know there's the whole 'don't mix business with pleasure' or whatever, but we've already broken that rule, a long time ago!" His serious expression fades and he lets out a laugh.

"But…" You clear your throat. "Is he giving me the job because I'm your girlfriend?"

Harry sits up straight and his serious expression returns. "No, Y/N. I told him you helped me pick out my suit for tonight. I told him about all the times you've tried to get me to dress outside the box. He really does want to work with you."

"Are you being serious? You're not joking? This is real?"

"F'course! I wouldn't lie about this!"

"Holy shit!" You lunge over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his neck. "Harry, I… this is… thank you!"

He kisses your temple and grabs your shoulders, pulling you back and looking you right in the eyes.

"You deserve this." He states, and your eyes respond by forming a few tears.

[Better get used to it because it definitely won't be the last time it happens today]

Your hands cup his cheeks as your gaze drops to his lips, and you slowly lean in closer for a tender kiss. One of his hands moves to the back of your head, raking his fingers through your hair for a moment before resting his palm on it and pulling you in deeper.

"Shit. Don't hate me." You hear, causing Harry to immediately pull back, and frown, as he refuses to look anywhere but your eyes.

"I can't even believe how many times this has happened…" Harry mumbles. "Yes, Niall?"

"S'just that I wanted to tell ya… the boys wanna have, uh, a last huddle before we go on stage."

"Now?" Harry asks, raising an eyebrow in Niall's direction.

"No, I'd say, maybe forty minutes?"

"Okay, so… I have time to hang out with my girlfriend before I get ready?"

"Guess so." Niall agrees.

"Alright, I'm just letting you know, m'here with Y/N right now, and I'll be there in forty minutes, so you don't need to come back…"

You smack Harry's arm. "Harry don't be a dick."

He turns back to you and peppers a few kisses you on the cheek, causing you to giggle.

"Right. Sorry Nialler." He winks towards his friend.

"M'so happy you two are together. Thanks to me f'course. I can't wait for you two to get hitched and make those babies!" He laughs. "You won't stop me then, m'gonna be around for that f'sure!"

"Oh my god, Nialler. Is that all life can be after One Direction? Marriage and babies?" You laugh loudly, shaking your head.

"You know I want to, right?" Harry states, looking over to you with a genuinely serious expression, as your head snaps over towards his.

"Oh shit! Is it happening right now?" Niall asks excitedly.

Harry growls, but displays a smirk on his face. "No, Niall. But respectfully, get out!"

"Alright… m'gonna go…" Niall utters, quickly turning around and jogging out the door.

"Sunshine, m'not gonna promise when it'll happen, but I can promise that I plan on marrying you someday." He grins. "The near future is so uncertain right now, like, just with my career and stuff, and I want to get a handle on those things, but… I want you in my future."

"Holy shit." You mumble, attempting to swallow the lump in your throat. "And… you really want… babies…?"

"Are you joking? Mini Y/Ns running around? Absolutely!" He smiles, showing off that amazingly distracting dimple. "I want it all with you. I mean it when I say that I love you, always."

"I love-..." You try to respond, but are overtaken by your racing heart and labored breathing, and words seem to be disappearing before they can leave your lips.

"Unless… unless you don't want to…" his head drops low and he winces, seemingly preparing for an answer that he doesn't want to hear.

[You've seen that face before, and you plan on never seeing that face again]

"What?" You lift his chin to meet your eyes. "Harry, I do! I want it all. With you!"

He immediately grabs your face and places the most passionate kiss on your lips. He pulls back, only enough to rest his forehead on yours, as he lets out a relieved breath and smiles.

"M'gonna marry you, Y/N. You're the love of my life, and I want you in it forever."

"And I will be."

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

I love you too, Rockstar." You smile, staring into the seemingly sparkling eyes. "Never a question."

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Gathered around in a huddle, you watch as the each guy says a few words to the other three, and you smile as you lean against the wall.

You feel a nudge on your shoulder and look to see Natalie leaning next to you.

"Life's gonna be dull after this." She states, a subtle shakiness to her voice. "I'm gonna miss it."

You take a large gulp as you try to keep yourself together. Not that you're afraid to show the emotion, but you don't want to miss these last moments with them. The last moments of calm before they take the stage. The last moments of encouragement to each other to do their best. The last moments of sharing a bond with each other that only those four could understand.

[These thoughts are really not helping you to keep it together]

"As crazy as this was, and as crazy as they are… I'm definitely gonna miss it." She adds.

"Nat…" You clear your throat. "Thanks for getting me here."

Her head shoots over to yours, with a confused look on her face. "You got us here, honey, this whole thing was your idea."

"What?"

"You asked Heather about internships, you encouraged me to apply with you. You got scared for a minute, yeah, and I just encouraged you further…" She grabs your hand. "But this was all because of you! You wanted to take the leap, not me."

"Huh." You furrow your brow and your eyes drop to the floor, as you process what you were just told.

"You were always bolder than what you gave yourself credit for. And look where it got us… where it got you." You look up as she points over to the guys, and the surrounding area backstage.

Harry's eyes flicker over to you and he smiles, quickly turning them back to the group after a moment.

Your heart flutters. Not just because of Harry, but because of all of them. Because of the whole experience. And because you got to share it with her.

"Thank you for always being by my side, Nat." You utter, squeezing her hand back as you turn to see her glassy eyes.

"Thanks for always having that spot open for me." She replies, and tiny tears fall from each of your cheeks.

You purse your lips and let out a deep breath as you both turn back to the boys.

They pat each other on the back and Louis suddenly points to the both of you.

"Oi, ladies, get over 'ere!"

"No, this is your thing." You state.

"No… this is our thing. It includes you now." Liam replies.

You and Natalie push off the wall and walk over to the group. Louis holds his arm out to you, and you squeeze in between him and Niall, standing across from Harry.

He gives you a wink, and puts his arm around Natalie as she scoots up next to him and Liam.

You see him bend down closer to her, mouthing 'I knew you didn't hate me', and making her roll her eyes. She looks up to him and whispers back 'it was only for a moment'.

[Okay… okay… no tears yet, Y/N…]

"Well… I'd just like to say…" Niall stutters, clearing his throat.

"Bloody hell, Niall, it doesn't have to be a speech!" Louis exclaims. "We love you, ladies. We've got along with our crew b'fore, but you two are family now. And that won't change."

[Not… yet… hold… on…]

"You've been amazing since day one." Liam adds.

"And we love you." Niall clears his throat again, and turns to you. "So much."

"Fuck you all, I hate crying." Natalie whispers with a chuckle and squeezes the guys next to her. "Love you too."

"Haz?" Niall asks, causing everyone to look his way.

"I… shit… Well I…" He looks at you with a closed lip smile, turns to Natalie with the same expression, and then drops his gaze to the floor. "Shit. I can't. I love you both."

"Especially Y/N…" Louis jokes, making kissing noises and everyone else joins in.

"You're all idiots." Harry chuckles.

"Alright. Well, that's that then." Niall states quickly.

"What the fuck? What about me?" You reply.

"Oh no. M'not letting you say anything."

"What? Why?"

"I can't be sobbing on stage, Superstar!"

"Too fucking bad!" You exclaim. "And I'm giving a fucking speech, Tommo!"

He lets out a sigh and squeezes you into him. "Fine."

[Damn it. What can you even say that sums this whole thing up?]

You grab onto Louis' and Niall's waists, your eyes meeting each of theirs for a few moments before you finally manage to form some words.

"I am so proud of you guys." You clear your throat as the first hint of tears, completely disobeying you, start to form at the corners of your eyes. "I am so grateful that I got to witness even a small sliver of this journey you've been on. Thank you for letting me, us, be a part of it."

Your gaze drops to the ground and you cough to clear the lump in your throat.

"This has been the best time of my life." You add.

"Damn." Natalie chuckles. "That was good."

The six of you squeeze in for a big group hug, sniffles coming from you and all your friends.

You pull away, straighten up, and scan the faces of your favorite boy band.

"Now go out there and make Simon fucking weep or something!" You laugh, quickly joined by the rest of them.

Louis turns to you and shrugs his arms, reaching out for a hug.

"You're the best, Y/N, seriously. Bonded for life, yeah?" He grins.

"Yeah! Who else am I gonna prank people with, Tommo?" You chuckle, tightening your hug as he kisses your cheek and pulls away.

"Partners in crime, love. You 'n me!" He winks, and walks over to Natalie.

Liam comes up next and wraps one arm around your shoulders. "Alright, darling, I'm not saying goodbye, because that's ridiculous. We'll have lunch and stuff when we're in the same place."

"I'm holding you to that."

"I'll buy the first one." He smiles, letting go and moving away.

Niall, hands in his pockets, shuffles over to you. "I can't do this with ya."

"Niall…"

"Don't do it. Don't you start crying on me!" He points his finger as he moves closer.

"We're gonna see each other all the time! Right?" You sniffle, reaching out for a hug.

"Oh, loads! You're one of m'best friends. Plus I like getting Harry all riled up. S'fun." He giggles. "But I guess m'gonna have to learn to dress m'self!" He states, letting out the huge, famous 'Niall laugh'.

You shake your head and kiss his cheek, before pulling away. He takes a deep breath, and you can see the tears starting to gather in his eyes.

You help straighten out his sleek, dark suit and maroon tie. "There… made you beautiful." You state, giving him a wink.

He turns around and makes his way to get set up with his earpieces.

Harry slinks his way over to stand right in front of you.

"You know, I am grateful that you got to be a part of this too." He places a soft kiss on your forehead before resting his own against it. "But it definitely wasn't a small part, Sunshine."

He holds your face in his hands, sending heat through your cheeks, as he gazes at your lips. You bite your bottom one, and he quickly leans in to kiss them.

You reach your hands over and grab his biceps, causing him to smile against your mouth.

You pull away and stare into his beautiful, comforting green eyes, and your butterflies come alive. You doubt they will ever leave at this point.

[There's a reason you got that tattoo]

"This is gonna be a bit weird isn't it?" You ask.

"A bit, yeah. But…" he places another tender kiss on your lips. "I have you…" and another kiss. "So I actually don't care what else happens. I love you."

One more kiss is placed and a sound tech is calling him over to get prepped to go on stage.

"Always." He grabs your hand and walks you with his as he grabs his earpiece.

"Never a question."

You look up at him, admiring everything about him and finally allowing yourself to embrace every emotion this moment is providing for you both.

"You lot know we'll see each other after the show though, yeah?" Louis laughs, seeing everyone nod through their tears.

"You look beautiful by the way." He states, stroking the arm of your black and white puff sleeve blazer.

"So do you! Rockstar vibes for sure!" You wink, taking another look at his floral red Gucci suit. "Now get to work, Mr. Styles!"

They engage in their pre-performance chant, one last time, and you see each one take a deep breath before walking out together.

You quickly make your way around backstage and out into the audience, finding your seat in the front row next to Natalie, slightly to the side of where Harry will be.

You fidget with your necklace as you sit through the announcer's introduction of a video that has been specially made for One Direction.

Multitudes of people appear on the screen, each individually congratulating them on an amazing five years together, expressing their love for them, and making jokes to -at least for you- lighten and distract from the sad mood of the moment.

You glance over at the guys, whose arms are wrapped around each other's waists, and you grab Natalie's hand.

"I'm not gonna make it through this." You chuckle.

"I'm already not." She replies, and you turn towards her to see her already tear soaked cheeks.

"For fucks sake, Nat. If you're already gone then there's no chance for me!"

As the video wraps up, the guys turn back around. You giggle as you see Niall joke that he needs a drink after watching it.

[You'll need one or three after this]

You bring your hands to your chest, over your heart. It is thudding so strongly. It truly sinks in that you are about to watch their last performance together. You let a sharp inhale in as the rhythmic clapping on the backup track starts and everyone immediately joins in.

Harry starts off the song.

(History)

You gotta help me

I'm losing my mind

Keep getting the feeling,

you wanna leave this all behind

Thought we were going strong

I thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

You know this song isn't about you, but you start to think about your own journey with these guys.

No, they don't teach ya

This is school

Now my heart's breaking

and I don't know what to do

Thought we were going strong

I thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

You left this once. You left them once. And it was actually the hardest thing to do.

You and me got a whole lot of history

We can be the greatest team

That the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

You are so glad you came back. It ended up being the best decision you've ever made. You love them. You love them all.

All of the rumors

All of the fights

But we always find a way

to make it out alive

Thought we were going strong

Thought we were holding on

Aren't we?

As they enter into the chorus again, tears are trickling down your cheeks. Streaming down your face, actually. Harry looks over to you and then starts singing with Niall. Watching, admittedly, your two favorite guys, you completely lose it. You can barely finish singing the rest of the chorus, your voice being held back by the lump in your throat.

Mini bars, expensive cars,

hotel rooms, and new tattoos

And the good champagne,

and private planes,

They don't mean anything

'Cause the truth is out, I realize

that without you here life is just a lie

This is not the end

This is not the end

We can make it, you know it, you know

They aren't just famous singers to you, they are your friends, and your family.

[Those four have changed your life forever]

You and me got a whole lot of history

We could be the greatest team

that the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

[You'll always have them]

You and me got a whole lot of history

We could be the greatest team

that the world has ever seen

You and me got a whole lot of history

So don't let it go

We can make some more

We can live forever

[Harry has changed your life forever]

So don't let me go

So don't let me go

We can live forever

[And you'll always have him]

Baby don't you know

Baby don't you know

We can live forever

[Forever]

~~~~~

Fast Forward

July 13th, 2017 - Dunkirk Premiere

"Y/N, lady, hold still."

"Yeah. Kind of a little nervous here, Lou."

"It's just a movie premiere…" Natalie chuckles.

"Then you do it!"

"Oh I would, except my man isn't the one starring in a World War 2 movie." She smirks.

There's a knock at the door, and Natalie walks over to answer it.

"Hello, ladies. Am I allowed to see her?" That sultry British accent asks.

"That's for weddings, you dope. You're allowed to see your lady before a movie premiere." She chuckles and she lets him in.

"I've done neither, Nat. How would I know?" He rolls his eyes as he makes his way behind you, twirling you around from the mirror to look you up and down. He scans every inch of your fully beaded red fitted gown.

"God, you're gorgeous!" He exclaims. "Can we have a minute alone, ladies?"

Natalie and Lou look at each other and scowl as they make their way to the door.

"Don't fucking mess up any of my work, Styles, or I will come for you!"

They close the door behind them and he pulls you in by your waist.

"You really do make that dress work, Y/N." He utters, placing the most gentle kiss on your lips.

"And you are really working that suit, Mr. Styles! I'm glad Lambert picked those shoes." You reply, looking from his dark blue-green Gucci suit, white shirt, and down to his red embroidered boots.

"We look perfect together." Another gentle kiss placed on your lips.

"Well hopefully it'll distract from the intense sweat that'll be dripping down my face and arms." You state, fidgeting with your necklace as you timidly look up to him.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, his brow furrowing with concern.

"Yes! I've never done this before!" You shake your head. "Harry, there's a lot of cameras and I'm not anyone important. Not enough to walk the carpet for a movie premiere! You don't need to bring me along with you, I can just go inside with your mom."

"I'll never push you to do it if you're not comfortable." He holds up your chin. "But I asked you to do it because you are important. To me. And I always love when you're by my side."

Both his hands drop down to both of yours, and he gives your left one a kiss.

"Plus, we'll have some nice professional photos of us as a couple." He smirks.

"We'll have plenty of those." You smile and shake your head.

"So do you want to go with me?"

"Yes. I want to go with you."

"Great! 'Cause I can't not take you out looking like that!" He moves his hands to your body, sliding them down to your ass. "Fucking gorgeous."

"Lou was serious. She will kill you…"

"We better leave now then."

~~~~~

"Are you ready, Sunshine?"

"Yes."

"Thank you for being here with me." He grins, showing off that beautiful, and persuasive dimple.

"Anytime, Rockstar." You wink, taking a deep breath as the driver opens the car door for Harry. He steps out of the car, walking around the back and giving a two-fingered wave to the cameras and fans, buttoning up his jacket.

He makes his way to your door, and grabs your hand as it opens. As soon as your feet touch the ground, flashes and screams erupt, and you almost fall back in surprise.

Harry instantly interlaces his fingers with yours as you are both led around to the start of the walkway.

A coordinator walks up and leans closer to Harry to speak over the noise.

"Mr. Styles, we'll have you walk up ahead to take some solo photos and sign some autographs, and once you make it to the prop plane up ahead, Miss Y/L/N may join you for more of photos and some interviews. It's your choice which of those she can stand with you for."

"Are you serious?" He furrows his brow. "All of them."

You look up to see him smile and he squeezes your hand once more before letting go and walking ahead.

You stay back with his manager, Jeff, and a security guard as you watch with admiration at how Harry handles the overwhelming demands from paparazzi and adoration from fans.

[He's good at everything he does]

As you slowly move down the carpet behind him, you see a few young girls at the front of the barricade waving in your direction. You are concerned you are too close to another actor so you look around quickly to find where you should be standing instead, but don't see anyone except the other two of Harry's entourage.

You turn back to them and realize they are waving at you. Your heart stops for a moment. This time you don't feel worried, like you did a couple of years ago. This time you just feel honored.

There wasn't an official announcement, that just felt weird, but you have been photographed together a lot since the hiatus - holding hands, getting a quick kiss on the forehead or cheek, etc. And Harry has never been concerned about it like he was before. He likes being able to take you out, and be seen with you.

You give those girls a quick wave, and a subtle smile appears on your face as they jump up and down in response.

[You didn't realize it could feel so nice to be acknowledged by his fans]

As soon as Harry comes close to the prop plane, he turns around and walks back a few steps to grab your hand.

"This feels much better, thank you." He chuckles, leading you in front of the plane, as a background for more paparazzi.

His arm wraps around your waist, and he effortlessly moves his gaze around for everyone to get their chance at a photo.

"You still alright?" He asks, squeezing your waist.

"Definitely." You quickly reply, feeling a flutter in your heart, as you feel so safe in his arms.

After a minute or two more, he holds your hand again as you move onto the area for interviews.

You attempt to let go and stand off to the side, but he holds on tighter and gently pulls you in close.

"Stay with me, please" He whispers. "I don't wanna let go of this moment."

A pink hue rushes to your cheeks and your butterflies return, as you simply nod your head.

He walks over to the first interviewer, who politely acknowledges you before the camera turns on, then proceeds to ask questions about Harry's role in the movie.

The next few are the same, with some commenting on Harry's fame being a factor in the movie's success. His fingers are interlaced with yours the entire time, with his thumb occasionally rubbing along your skin, as he answers more questions.

"Hi. How are you?" He greets the next interviewers as one gets straight into her questions.

"How does it feel to have a movie premiere like this that you're such a key part of?" She asks.

You turn to Harry as he begins to answer, but his words are not what you are able to focus on. Your eyes gaze over his face. His shorter but still curly locks, his gorgeous eyes, his amazing smile, and his seductively deep dimples. You admire the passion you see as he speaks about the film he has been a part of. His focus is in the movie and never on himself. You're in awe of who he is and how he handled himself with all of this. And you get to be the one by his side.

[You're glad you came, you don't want to be anywhere else]

You're snapped out of your thoughts when you hear the next question.

"What about the 1D guys? Have they been very supportive? Have they sent you gifts? Best wishes?" The other interviewer asks.

You quickly hide a smile under your free hand, knowing that Niall threatened to show up today and help you get ready. 'To return the favor of always making him beautiful', were his words.

"They have been very supportive actually. Yeah, umm, I was talking to them today, kind of saying that they were excited to see the film and everything, so yeah. It's been a lot of fun."

"And what about this lovely lady beside you?" She asks, motioning in your direction.

"Y/N is my biggest fan!" He turns to you and grins, squeezing your hand yet again. "She's actually the one who encouraged me to do the movie, so I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for her."

"We love that. We love that." She looks down at your hands linked together and smiles, looking back up to the both of you. "And I know that you two don't go out of your way to show off your relationship to the world, but…"

You gulp, not knowing what to except the next part of the question to be.

"But I can see something that is very telling." She points down. "Can I… would I be able to take a look?"

You both bring your hands up a bit, still gripping tightly to each other, and she gasps.

"That certainly is a beautiful engagement ring!" She exclaims.

"Thank you." You reply, dropping your hands and noticing Harry looking over to you, adoringly.

"So you are getting married!"

"Yes." You say in unison.

"When is the wedding?"

Harry runs his thumb over the band of your ring as he pulls his lips inward.

"Umm… it'll be soon. Relatively soon." He shrugs. "We're not really sharing the details 'bout it."

"Like I said, you two don't go out of your way to share your relationship with the public." She nods.

"Yeah, we're not trying to totally hide our relationship. We just like our moments together to be ours, and focused on each other. That's all." He glances over to you and then back to her. "Umm, but she's one of the most important people to me, f'course, y'know, I gave her the ring…"

He gives you a quick kiss on your temple, and lets out a quiet, smiling sigh.

"She's always been my biggest fan, biggest supporter… besides my mum…" He smirks. "So I just wanted her here with me for this. Umm, yeah. She's also part of the team that styled me for this so I'm really thankful she's here tonight."

The ladies swoon over his answer, and he squeezes your hand once again. After one last question about the filming process, the interview ends and the two of you move to the front of the theater, standing for a couple more photos.

He gives you a kiss on the cheek, and you both make your way into the theater. He pulls you to the side and gazes longingly into your eyes, beaming with a grin, which causes your breath to hitch.

"I'm proud to have you here with me." He smiles.

"I'm proud to be here with you, H, and I never wanna be anywhere else."

He shuts his eyes with a wide, tight-lipped smile, and takes in a big breath. He grabs your face, bringing you in for a quick kiss, pulling back just enough to look back into your eyes.

"I love you, Sunshine. Always."

"I love you too, Rockstar. Never a question."

"And… it'll never change…"

"Yeah…"

"Me and you."

"Oh my god."

~~~~~

the end.

~~~~~

Series Masterlist || Chapter 36

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[give-soup-please]

have you seen this 'would you still love me if i was a worm?' meme? what if s/o asked narrator that? please?

(...Have you ever written for a character you love, and written for them in such a way that you fall for them a bit harder? I think I just did that. Hope you weren't expecting a shitpost, anon. I just- whoooo- He did something to me, and I'm the one writing the damned piece.)

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

“No.”

The narrator waits for a few seconds, then bursts out laughing. “Oh, oh dear, reader- I apologize. I couldn’t resist the temptation. Now listen,” he says, grabbing your hand gently.

“If you were a worm, I would cultivate the lushest garden for you to explore and thrive in. I’d give you all the care a worm needs, whether that be… Dirt, heat lamps, whatever you need.”

“The idea of suddenly being transformed into an insect is rather reminiscent of “The Metamorphosis”, by Kafka, is it not? A transformation that isn’t anyone’s fault… it’s a familiar story to many of us, thematically.” He clears his throat, realizing he got distracted.

“Now, my analysis skills are far above the average- Believe me, I know. I’m a writer, I know where the mark is. Allow me to wonder, for a moment, if there isn’t another question you’re trying to ask me underneath this one. I believe you may be trying to ask, ‘would you love me if something about me changed?’, which is a fair and worthy question to ask a partner.”

He keeps rambling on like this, not recognizing the meme.

“Allow me to assure you, then, that there are very few changes that would make me let you go. It’s your heart, reader, that counts for the most, not your appearance. If you were suddenly changed into a worm, but were still the lovely, kind being I know you are, then- Well, I wouldn’t date an insect, but I would still take care of you as best as I could. Because you deserve to be taken care of, even when unforeseen things happen.”

You’re starting to get really emotional about this.

“I can’t imagine you transforming into something or someone that isn't lovable in some way. I fell for you for a reason, after all. So even if something major happens, and you change, I would still very much love you as you are. I think at the end, that’s all that really matters.”

He chuckles. “A worm, really? That’s about as likely to happen as my love for you disappearing, which is to say- It won’t happen. I love you, my dear. Seasons will come and go, the tides will swing, but the way I feel for you is steadfast, an ever-fixed mark.”

You’re a blushing and emotional mess. You pull him closer. You’re going to drown him in affection, having spoken words like that.

(I don't know where the fuck this came from, but he got my heart doing flip flops like crazy today. FFFFFFF oh my god i'm so in love with him. It's totally canonical that he'd remain dedicated to a partner. How many loops have we run him through? How many years has he been telling this story? He's such an emotional person, and i'm willing to bet money that when he falls, he falls hard.

I love him so much, he's the best character ever. I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM! GOD!)

(also holy hell, I've written a lot today. that's odd. I don't know how long that will last before I get too tired, but until then...)

[devildom-drabbles]

I have come with Angst, because I have listened to “two birds on a wire” way too much. So what if Mc came into Devildom with a younger sibling that loved mc more than anything/anyone parents included. Like how do you think Belphie would react to finding out that the human they just killed had a younger sibling that viewed them as the world.

Oof. This concept really hurt to think about, but it's also very interesting. I do think that Belphegor's thoughts after killing MC would be quite different if their sibling was present, so I've got a mini story to properly answer your request. Enjoy! =)

Story - Everything

Main Characters: Belphegor, MC and their sibling Other Characters: The demon brothers

Word Count: 959

Warnings: Angst; mentions of blood and death

Note: SC = sibling character/the sibling’s name

Belphegor stood at the foot of the steps in the entrance hall, staring down at his work with a satisfied grin. He was finally free from the attic thanks to the naive human who laid before him, broken and bleeding after their fall down the stairs, but his hatred for humanity was what brought MC to this pitiful state. But it wouldn’t end here, Belphegor decided. Now that he was out, the rest of humankind would suffer a similar fate by his hands for what their existence had done to Lilith.

Within seconds, the rest of the demon brothers had rushed onto the scene upon having heard the commotion. They gazed between Belphegor and MC’s body in shock, with Mammon being the only one amongst them to hurry over to MC to cradle them in his arms and desperately try to keep them awake. Belphegor watched his brothers’ different reactions as they struggled to figure out what was going on and if they could save MC. All these concerned expressions over a mere human? MC couldn’t have truly become that important to his brothers in the short time they knew them, right? Why would a human as foolish as them be important to anyone?

Suddenly, from behind the clustered brothers, another body squeezed through to the front. Their meek voice cut into the chaotic scene, capturing everyone’s attention. “MC…?”

Another human? Belphegor didn’t know about them, since MC never mentioned it and always came alone when they spoke with him in the attic.

“SC…” some of the brothers muttered worriedly. Everyone outside of the attic knew about the younger sibling of MC who had managed to appear with them when they were summoned into the Devildom. They refused to leave MC’s side even when Diavolo offered to send them back to the human world, so they had joined the exchange program as well and stayed with MC and the demon brothers in HoL. Although they never made pacts with the brothers like MC did, they still had become like family to all of them.

The brothers stood aside as SC cautiously stepped toward their older sibling’s bloody figure, their own body trembling uncontrollably. They collapsed onto their hands and knees once they were next to MC. Their vision was blurred with tears as they looked for signs that MC was still alive. Everyone in the room stayed silent, allowing SC to have their moment with the person they cherished most.

MC’s eyes weakly looked over their sibling. They wanted to reach their hand up to wipe SC’s tears and say something reassuring, but they didn’t have the strength. Their mind was becoming increasingly hazy, and it was becoming harder for them to stay conscious. When SC grabbed their hand to check for a pulse, the best MC could do was gently wrap their fingers around SC’s grip.

That’s when SC let out their pained sobs. “Don’t go, MC!! Stay with me, please!! Don’t die!! Don’t die!! Please!!” Their screaming only grew worse as MC’s grip loosened.

No one dared say anything or get any closer. They already knew what was going to happen, and there was nothing they could do about it. SC’s cries echoed through the house even after MC had gone completely limp.

Meanwhile, Belphegor was studying this new human as they cried over MC’s corpse. There were only supposed to be two human exchange students in the Devildom: Solomon and MC. Where had this human come from? Who were they, and why were they so attached to MC? It wasn’t long before he began to notice similarities between theirs and MC’s appearance.

Could they be…?

Before he could speak, SC suddenly stood up and directed their gaze at him, their eyes full of hate. The demon brothers recognized this type of grief-stricken expression SC displayed, having seen it in each other long ago, especially from the youngest brother. Realizing what was going to happen next, it was Beelzebub who immediately ran over to hold the human back from lunging at Belphegor.

“Why?! Why did you kill MC?!” SC wailed at Belphegor, kicking and clawing frantically in the air like a ferocious restrained animal. “What did they ever do to you?! MC was nothing but kind! They only ever wanted to help! They were so wonderful! They-- They were--”

SC squeezed at the material on Beelzebub’s jacket sleeves. They sucked in a sharp breath and resumed through gritted teeth, “They were my sibling. They were my family.”

Belphegor’s eyes widened with shock at this confirming piece of information. SC’s words and rage resonated with him, reminding him of the many outbursts he had involving Lilith. Beelzebub had held him back those times as well, and he gradually began to visualize himself in SC’s place.

“They were everything to me,” SC declared, “and you took them away like they were nothing.”

The youngest demon brother felt like he couldn’t breathe. He unconsciously moved backward and lost his balance when his heel collided with the bottom step. He had accomplished the first step of his mission, having gotten revenge on just one human for what the existence of their race had done to Lilith. He was proud before, but now…

Why?

Why did he suddenly feel the same as he did when he watched Lilith plummet to her death in the Great Celestial War? This choice he had made was supposed to make him feel better. However, in the face of this heartbroken human who had lost someone as dear and innocent to them as Lilith was to him, he no longer viewed himself as an avenger for his precious sister. In reality, he was no different than those in the Celestial Realm who had sentenced her to death.

[georgiadixon]

Harder, Buck

pairing: stucky x reader or something like that

genre/warnings: nsfw, angst, fwb, cursing, mutual pining, fluffy ending, lots of bucky love <3

a/n: i've been messing around with this one for about a year and i think it's about time it sees the light of day. enjoy!

Steve can hear your moans through the wall.

They’re deafening, never-ending, piercing right through his heart and straight to his cock. The ache in his chest will surely never vanish, no matter how often he tries to stop or how excruciatingly tight he grips himself just to relieve a fraction of the heat coursing through him.

Nights like these make him feel like the walls are taunting him, begging his resolve to crush. But no matter how tight he keeps his eyes closed, the truth is impossible to deny.

He is ridiculously, overwhelmingly, unbearably in love.

He wonders if the serum is a curse, if he was damned to a life of untouchable grief. There’s no reason he should be here, no reason he should be so close but ridiculously far from the man he has given his life to time and time again.

Steve wants to punch the wall with the aggression and pain he feels from never saying anything. And then he wants to kick down the door from how he doesn’t even know what or who he would have bothered to admit feelings for. He looks at you and wishes he would have just told the damn truth and he looks at Bucky and wonders if he’s ever thinking about him, too.

Too late. You were too late. Now they’re each other’s and they’ll never be yours.

He can’t help but listen to the intruding thoughts of regret, and he can’t help but feel like the feelings inside of him that randomly creep up just don’t belong to him.

Because as adamant as you are about your relationship being strictly physical, he sees the way Bucky looks at you.

It’s the way he looks at you, too.

He thinks he loves you and he knows it’s wrong because he knows he loves Bucky and he’d be damned before he messes up the first thing to make him genuinely happy in a long, long time.

It’s easy to bury during the day, when the sunlight hits his eyes as you’re laughing at something dumb he said and he can pretend that you’re just friends. That the sound of your laugh doesn’t light up his heart in every way, that you aren’t the most beautiful fucking thing he’s ever seen.

A swirl of emotions are running through him at an unforgivable pace and he swears he would do anything to feel something other than this.

Cheap. 

He finishes in his hand with a grunt and an unmistakable pain in his chest.

Because Steve knows you’re in love and he knows this is wrong.

He’s fucked.

-

Bucky can hear Steve’s grunts through the wall.

He’s unforgivingly pounding into you, nearing breaking the headboard from how hard he’s clutching it and rocking it in time with his thrusts.

Moments like these make him wonder if the serum is a curse.

Because when he closes his eyes, if he lets himself drift, he’s back in ‘44. He’s stuck in a lopsided tent on its last legs in the backwoods of Brooklyn because “Bucky, we have to make the most out of what we have.” And even though it wasn’t much, it was enough to feel his boy in the early hours of the morning and hold him close until sunlight, knowing there might not be a tomorrow. Knowing that every single second needs to last forever because Steve was already slipping through his fingers with every passing one.

He could look his love right in the eyes, sweet and soft and suddenly bigger than him but he was still Steve and he would always need to feel his boy under him. Hot skin and sweat and groans and “Harder, Buck.”

The scratches on his back are burning but the burn is delicious and he needs to be closer.

He needs to be closer, closer to the glowing skin under him that he’s felt time and time again and he’s pulled down by the neck but it’s not him.

It’s not him. Not anymore.

He’s snapped back to reality, seeming impossibly far away but manages to focus on you again. 

“What did you say?” He’s breathless, dazed, confused. His mind is clouded from not so distant memories on the other side of the wall and the feel of you squeezing the life out of him.

“I said,” You’re breathless as well, but totally consumed with how much Bucky there really is around you, inside of you right now. You wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him, spit dripping from where your lips collide and you feel like you could swallow him whole.

“Harder, Buck.”

He gives it to you. He gives you what you need, what you want and you’re ok with being selfish because he’s not all here, and this isn’t supposed to mean anything. Not really.

It’s dirty. It’s messy. And you know it’s wrong when the distance in his eyes never leaves and you can’t help but wonder just what is going on in his mind but damn, the Bucky that is here feels good.

-

You can hear them talking about you in the next room.

It makes you nervous, being able to tell that there were underlying (or resurfacing) feelings between the soldiers from the moment you met them.

It didn’t really have anything to do with you, as you were verbally adamant to Bucky on no strings attached. Baseless, simple, easy pleasure. And damn, did James Barnes know how to deliver.

But you can’t help but think a little too hard about the way they both stare at you when they think you don’t notice, or the way they stare at each other when they think it’s not obvious.

The truth is, you can keep lying to yourself, but there’s no mistake to the feelings you get deep in your chest when Bucky’s holding you, or the feelings you get when Steve’s looking at you like your laugh is lighting up his whole world.

Feelings that don’t belong to you.

“How’s everything with Y/N going?”

You can hear Steve question Bucky about you. It’s confusing, overwhelming. This entire situation is.

You had already assumed Steve knows just about everything involving your relationship with Bucky. They’re best friends. More. But it’s easy to overanalyze and wish to know just how much he was saying when you aren’t listening. How much a “friends with benefits” situation could really warrant discussion.

“It’s alright.” You know that tone. He’s brooding. Upset about something. Or everything, it feels like sometimes. Like something is always missing.

Like the world wouldn't be enough.

“Just alright?” Steve’s ‘captain’ voice is in full effect. He’s trying to get him to talk. It doesn’t seem like it will be successful, but if anyone could pump some life into Bucky it would be Steve. Your chest aches with that thought.

You could never be enough.

You hear Bucky sigh and shuffle around. “It’s good. It’s really good.”

“But?” Steve’s smirk can be heard clearly through his words.

“How’d you know there was a but?” Bucky jokes, but it’s hard to tell sometimes. You know him well enough to be able to.

“I know you better than anyone.”

You almost want it to hurt, to be jealous because if you’re being honest there’s not much in the world you want more than to have all of Bucky Barnes, to be the one who knows him, the one who he lets in. But you can’t, because as annoying as it is, Steve Rogers is always right.

-

Bucky’s head is spinning.

Steve knows him too well to avoid his question, but his nerves are taking over and he doesn’t know how he’s going to do this, how he’s going to tell Steve everything he’s wanted to since he’s been back and everything that was never gone in the first place.

He takes a deep breath, and he thinks about you. He thinks about how he feels when he’s with you, and he thinks about how even though he knows he loves you there’s something missing.

And then he rips the 80 year old band-aid off.

“I miss you.”

It’s quiet, soft, almost imperceptible, like he’s scared of what he’s saying.

Maybe because he is.

Steve’s response sounds exactly the same.

“I’m right here, Buck.”

He scoffs at that, shaking his head and if Steve wasn’t so damn detail-oriented he wouldn’t have seen his lip quiver in quiet anticipation.

Steve knows Bucky won’t speak next, so he gulps and tries to find the words, at least the next words from the countless speeches he’s practiced in his head for this moment.

“I love her.”

Bucky looks up and locks eyes with him, and for a second Steve thinks he’s in trouble.

But Bucky smiles. He looks out towards the city through the floor-to-ceiling mirrors and sort of nods to himself at how stupid they’re all being for tip-toeing around each other.

“I know.”

Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed as he leans back a bit, waiting for something else. It doesn’t come, so he relaxes and leans further towards the man sitting across from him and stares deep into his eyes, praying he really hears his next words.

“I love you.”

Bucky smiles again.

“I know.”

He isn’t sure if he’s waiting for the right moment or just likes seeing Steve speechless, but he’s sitting on something big and it’s been far too long of almost everything he’s ever wanted.

He’s loved Steve since he was a stupid teenager. He’s been in love with Steve since the first time he punched a guy for him and swore to himself he’d never let him go.

He woke up from years of torture, not just physical but mental and emotional having to be apart for so long and never being able to forget him.

You were an accident. He didn’t mean to fall. He went along with your whole “friends with benefits” idea because he just needed to be close to you. You were entrancing, lovely, intoxicating. He needed you. He needs you. It’s been racking his brain for so long of the growing feelings he has for you and the pure need he has for Steve but he’s learning to let go and say fuck it.

I want you both. I need you both.

“Do you think we could be happy? All of us?”

Steve smiles that smile Bucky knows and loves all too much like the answer is obvious, like it always has been. He loses himself in the thought for only a moment, but long enough to miss Bucky’s face fall with worry.

“What are you scared of?”

Steve speaks as if he can read his mind, because honestly, he probably can, and Bucky looks up at the question and decides they’ve both been through too much for anymore lying or beating around the bush. It’s now, or it’s never. Life is too uncertain to waste anymore time.

“Losing you. Again.”

Steve tilts his head at this, because he’s always felt like he’s the one who lost Bucky. Watching him fall from the train took something from him and putting him back under took even more but maybe that’s not what he meant.

Maybe it never was.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Bucky laughs sadly at Steve’s words and wishes that was a promise that could be kept, that was more simple. None of this is simple. Nothing has been since the 40s.

“I’m not the same person I was in the 40s, Steve.”

“Neither am I.”

He knows this. He knows everything is different, but when he looks at Steve and he’s looking back at him the same way it’s like they never left Brooklyn.

And he finally gets to ask the question that’s been lingering in his head since Wakanda. 

“You think you could love me again?”

Without hesitation, Steve knows his answer. He’s known it since he left him to heal.

“Never stopped.”

-

You try to hurry away when you hear them coming, but they’re both way too clever to not have noticed you.

You stop and let them catch up to you, the butterflies leaving your stomach and making their way up into your throat.

Despite your nerves, you turn and lock eyes with Bucky. Even when the world’s spinning, you can never help but look at him like he hung the stars for you.

Bucky’s looking back at you the way he always does, like he has a million things running through his mind but he loves you too much to burden you with any of them. You just wish he knew he could never be a burden. That you loved him, all of him.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I know, Buck. I love you too.”

He smiles at your return to his confession, some of his nerves leaving knowing that you feel the same. But then he remembers the man next to him and they all come rushing back. He doesn’t want to lose you, not when he just got you. But he can’t deny his boy. Not anymore.

He glances over at Steve nervously and grabs his hand, preparing himself for what he’s about to say next.

“I love Steve, too.”

You smile at him, appreciating that he’s finally letting himself feel the things you’ve always known he has.

“I know, Buck. I love him too.”

Steve looks up at you at this, questioning what you really meant. You look back at him, smile, and give him the eyes you’ve wanted to ever since you met him. He’s hesitant at first, but as if a switch hits his brain, his face lights up at the recognition of your feelings for him. And with one look from your golden boy, all of your nerves wash away and you know this is right.

Bucky, who still hasn’t seemed to catch on, is struggling to find his words. He’s stressed, and you and Steve watch him run a hand through his hair in frustration. The same smile appears on both your faces watching your boy fumble over himself trying to explain the situation, trying to make everything right not even noticing it already is.

You step forward to push his hair back so you can see his face, and you take a moment to admire just how beautiful he really is. You kick yourself for wasting so much time not telling him that, but you make a silent promise to yourself that you won’t go another day without it. Without telling both of them how amazing they are, and how they both make you feel more loved than any person could ever deserve.

With your hand still on Bucky’s cheek, you lean in close and press the lightest kiss of your life onto his lips, making him smile shyly into it. And then you lean back, grabbing Steve’s face with your other hand and giving him the hardest, most passionate kiss of your life in the same breath.

Bucky wonders why he was ever nervous at all.

You look at the pure, unadulterated happiness on his face and you know you’ve never seen him like this. For half a moment you want to be jealous, you want to be upset that you couldn’t do this for him on your own. But it all disappears when you see them looking at each other and not being sorry for it anymore. It makes you realize that maybe it’s ok you couldn’t be enough on your own. Maybe it was always supposed to take Steve and you, together, to make him whole again.

Bucky kisses Steve, hard, right as he winks your way and grabs Steve’s hand to lead him back to your room which you can catch glimpses of all three of you living in, in peace.

He runs a hand through his hair and just looks so goddamn happy that you swear your heart isn’t capable of loving him anymore.

And then Steve looks back at you and he smiles his golden boy smile and you swear your heart could collapse at how much you know you love him.

Yeah. You’re fucked.

[javier-pena]

Astrid hello!! I've heard tell that you want people to talk to you about Javi G and uh ... I just can't get the image of him driving the two of you somewhere and having to pull over to fuck you in the car because he's so worked up out of my headdd 😌 (feel free to delete if you don't want to/can't answer!! I totally understand!)

- @javisjeanjacket

Hi! Okay, anyway, writing this nearly was the end of me, but I hope it's what you were looking for!

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: it's so explicit that I'm thinking about getting a new identity actually

Summary: the ask says it all, but car s*x

Warnings: fingering | multiple orgasms | spanking | a bit of butt stuff | public sex | masturbation (male) | cum eating

Notes: "i am simply ready to lose my mind. you warned me about this but was i prepared? no." - Dani @javierpcna

***

The leather of the backseat scrapes uncomfortably against your knees, you feel your skin stick to the warm surface. Sweat is forming on your brow, your arms, your legs. Everything is hot and sticky and heavy. Your pants fog up the window in front of you, and the landscape behind it appears murky, despite the late afternoon sun, despite the light dancing over the glistening waves below. If you raise your head slightly, you can even see the next bend in the road.

But you don’t lift your head – you can’t. You press your forehead against the glass, your nails scraping against the rough, leathery surface of the door, while you’re being pushed forward over and over again by precise, well-timed thrusts, by three fingers focused on one spot, three fingers that are your entire world.

I just wanna show you the view.

Javi wasn’t lying when he said that, when he pulled the car over. You are looking at the view, but you aren’t seeing it, not really, not in a way you were meant to be seeing it. Because the minute he stopped the car, his hands were all over you, under your skirt, on your chest – squeezing, holding, teasing. You couldn’t blame him because you had been feeling much the same, had felt an ever-growing itch during his week-long absence, one phone calls and expensive toys hadn’t been able to scratch. And when he had suggested taking you out to dinner after getting back from the airport, you’d been slightly disappointed. Yes, you enjoy the build-up, the tension, the teasing, but tonight you need it hard and fast and dirty.

You hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

Javi was impatient in the car, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his foot like lead on the gas pedal. The second your hand found his thigh, the muscles tense like steel, he pulled over.

I just wanna show you the view.

The words were slightly slurred, and the next thing you heard was a ripping sound when he tore your panties, tore them right off you, like impatiently unwrapping a gift. He found you hot and wet and wanting, he all but lifted you onto the backseat and here you are now, your skirt pushed up, your backside exposed, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“Baby,” you moan after a particularly rough thrust. You bite your lip when he does it again. “Fuck!” It’s breathless, it’s quiet, it barely scratches the surface of how good he makes you feel.

His other hand lands on the soft flesh of your backside with a crack and you gasp, your forehead knocking against the glass. Your legs tremble as you push yourself back towards him.

“Again,” you groan. “Do it again.”

He does, and the pain turns into searing hot pleasure so intense that when he thrusts his fingers into you next, you come all over them, coating them with your slick, with wet, hot release, trembling, spilling, screaming his name. Through the haze you hear a new sound, you hear how he pulls down his zipper, you even hear his hand pushing aside the fabric of his expensive dress pants, the dark green ones, the ones you love the most, followed by a sigh of relief.

You clench around his fingers at the prospect of his next move, anticipating how he will fill you up, first with his cock, then with his release, and it feels as if you didn’t just come, and maybe you haven’t because when he starts moving his fingers again, you tumble towards another edge at alarming speed.

“Need you--,” you groan through gritted teeth, “--inside, please, God, please, please, Javi, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your …,” you swallow hard, “your cock, please …”

He huffs, and suddenly he’s hovering above you, his fingers on your chin, pulling so your head disconnects from the cooling support of the glass. His palm hovers in front of your face, and without hesitation you lick it, tasting leather and sweat and him. He allows you to suck two fingers into your mouth, to feel their heavy weight on your tongue before he pushes them slightly deeper, making you gag, making you feel full on both ends, before pulling them out. His hand disappears and the wet sounds that follow, mixed with his low grunts are like a heady soundtrack to your own pleasure.

You listen, and imagine his face, his hooded eyes, his reddened cheeks, his curls sticking up in odd places, and suddenly you find yourself yearning for how he looks when he’s fucked out and glowing and sated. You cannot wait to give that to him, so you try to pull yourself off his fingers to turn around, but he stops you with a harsh command.

“Stay!”

You follow his orders and listen to him fucking into his own fist, thinking about how it could be your cunt instead, and he knows you’re thinking it, too, that’s why he teases you like that, that’s why he makes you listen to his pleasure, why he keeps you on the tip of his fingers where he can feel you clench in time with his hand moving over himself.

“Did you think of me?” you ask with the last bit of strength you have left.

A grunt is all you receive as confirmation. But he does pull out his fingers and you tense because you know what’s about to happen.

His hand is so wet, covered in your slick like this that when he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, he leaves cooling imprints against your hot skin. He slaps you again, does it two times more – grab, slap, grab, slap. You whimper, a pitiful little sound that makes him snarl.

“Harder,” you demand.

This time, your wish remains unheard. Instead, he buries his index finger between your wet folds, then moves it up, leaving a wet trail in its wake, until he reaches a destination you both have only talked about visiting without making the actual trip. But when his wet digit probes it carefully, you want it, want him so much it makes you light-headed, makes you feel fuzzy and high.

His deep voice cuts through the blanket of lust surrounding you. “You’re so tight”, the tip of his finger slips past the firm ring of muscle, “… tight little hole for me to fill.”

He holds you hooked on his finger, like a fish caught, while he continues to stroke himself frantically. You hold your breath, listening to the obscene sounds his hand is making, listening to his pants and moans, and you wish you knew where his eyes are, but you think you can guess. Then something shifts, he shifts, and he’s closer now, also deeper inside of you, while his thumb is buried between your folds again, and your entire body clenches with need.

His thumb finds your clit and it’s over, you come with a scream that echoes around the stuffy car – it might be his name, it might be a curse – but you pull his index finger deeper inside of you as your orgasm rips through you, and he gasps in surprise, deep and desperate. He tries to wait until you’re done, but you won’t stop shaking, your cunt won’t stop fluttering like a butterfly caught in a storm, so he pulls his finger out of you while you’re still coming, making you mewl at the loss.

You feel it, hot and heavy and hard, as he drags his cock through your drenched folds, up until it brushes against where you want him inside of you, but his hot release is already coating your back, your thighs, your over-sensitive center.

You both need to come back down to reality and you need to do it now before someone finds you like this. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

God, his voice! Hearing it after he’s just come makes your legs feel like jelly.

You swallow. “Dinner.”

“Oh, did I forget to specify what kind of dinner?” he teases.

Both of his hands hold you in place as he leans down over your back and drags his tongue over your skin covered in sweat and his own release. When your high giggle turns into a deep moan, he whispers against you.

“I have all I need right here.”

Javi G tag: @badbatches | @darksber | @doin-stuff | @filthybookworm | @for-my-satisfaction | @frannyzooey | @javigutierrez | @karkii | @maziken | @pann-malii | @pedrostories | @raspberrymama | @silksaddle | @skeletonstwins

[rayofsunas]

s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

[littlestarofthewest]

I'm glad you opened requests again! Your writing is 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻I've been thirsty af for a fic where M!Reader and Arthur are fucking and Arthur manages to make the reader cum without even touching his dick, just pure prostate stimulation (preferably with his dick but fingers are good too). Obviously no pressure to actually write it tho!

Thank you for turning this into a tip request. It was a pleasure to write 😄

In The Deep

Pairing: Arthur x m!reader | Words: 2630 | Rating: Explicit (18+)

You sink deeper into the water, feeling like you're floating on clouds. Since you're used to washing in cold streams or lakes, a hot bath is easily the highlight of your month. That, and your company.

Arthur comes over and puts a towel down on the chair next to the tub. "Let me guess, you'll never come out of there."

"If you keep bringing me hot water when it runs cold."

"Oh no," Arthur says, laughing, "that was a one time deal because you looked miserable. I ain't your maid."

Arthur says so, but you're still wondering why he drew you a bath in the first place. You came here to rob a stagecoach or a train, but Arthur found this homestead instead. It belongs to a wealthy family that likes to stay in the city over the winter.

You could have just robbed it and moved on, but it's well off the grid, and you've been on the road for days. Arthur said you should take the opportunity to relax a little, and now that you're soaking in the water, you have to thank him.

"Sure you don't want in on this?" you say, feeling a little guilty that Arthur went to all this trouble for you.

"Maybe tomorrow; I'm good for now."

Arthur's leaning back on the chair, lighting a cigarette, and you can't help but watch him. You've been doing that ever since you joined the gang. There's just something about Arthur that draws you in.

You've seen him beat and kill people, knowing full well that he's by definition not a good man, and although you're usually suspicious about pretty much everybody, you trusted him from the start. Not that he ever tried to get you there. In fact, you've rarely seen someone who tried so hard not to be loved. You fell for him anyway. 

It all started with little things like a lingering touch while passing a gun or Arthur always picking you to bring along on hunts and jobs. That led to whispered conversations while stalking your prey and sharing a tent during cold nights.

You remember the day at the lake like it was yesterday. Arthur helped you bring in this ridiculously big fish, both of you overjoyed. You've rarely seen Arthur this light-hearted before and couldn't help but kiss him. You sat with him by the fire deep into the night before you cuddled up for warmth. And then…

"What are you thinking about?" Arthur asks, leaning over to look into the tub.

The mere memory of being with Arthur gave you a sizable boner, and you take a deep breath. "You told me to relax, remember?"

"That I did," Arthur says, putting out his cigarette.

He comes over and puts his hands on your shoulders, running them up and in your hair. Then he gets some soap and takes his time to wash you from head to toe. You wish you could tell him to stop, but you've never been pampered like this before. You only get out of the tub when the water finally runs cold, and Arthur helps to get you dry.

"Sure you're not my maid?" you tease.

Arthur only rolls his eyes before putting a quick kiss on your lips. "Come on, you haven't seen the best part."

He leads you into the next room, and you can't quite believe your eyes. The bed is enormous compared to what you're used to, with more pillows and blankets than anybody could ever need.

"Some people live like this all the time," you say with wonder.

"And today, we do as well," Arthur says with a shrug. "Help me out of these clothes."

You're all too happy about that command and open the buttons on Arthur's shirt. He peels himself out of it while you move on to his pants and then the union suit. There aren't many things that you like as much as undressing Arthur. 

Somehow you feel closer then, being the one trusted enough to see Arthur vulnerable. As much as you love him with hat, spurs, and guns, just Arthur is everything to you. 

He's still very much in control, but out of choice rather than appearing so in front of others. You learned early on that Arthur is anything but a dumb brute who only knows force.

The second Arthur's naked, he draws you in for a kiss, but before you can cling to him like a second skin, he leads you to the bed.

"Let's get you in there," he says, and you crawl on top of the sheets.

"Jesus, that's soft," you say, making Arthur chuckle.

He comes after you and moves you around, so you lie flat on the bed. You stretch out your arms and legs, enjoying the space and how you sink a little into the fresh bedding under you.

Arthur crawls over you, kissing you. All of this seems too good to be true, making you think about the alternative. You could be fleeing from the law right now or sit in jail after a robbery gone wrong. 

"Arthur?" you ask, a sudden thought creeping up on you.

"Hm?" Arthur hums while he nibbles on your neck.

"There was no train or stagecoach, was there?"

Arthur answers by kissing along your collarbone and down to your chest. It gets harder to concentrate, but you want to get to the bottom of this.

Did you know about this place before we got here?"

"Maybe," Arthur says, peppering your stomach with kisses.

"Why did you bring me here?" you ask, and finally Arthur looks at you, a grin on his face.

"Pretty sure you know."

Heat rushes to your ears before a shiver runs down your spine. You always enjoy being with Arthur, but it means so much more that he planned this.

"What's Dutch going to do to us when he finds out that we didn't rob anything?" you ask.

"Don't worry about that," Arthur says. He moves back up along your body, placing soft kisses here and there until his face is hovering over yours. "Worry about what I'm going to do to you."

Arthur looks serious, and although you know that he'll never push you farther than you can handle, your heart pumps faster. You lift your head, coaxing Arthur into kissing you. It's soft and slow at first, but you can feel Arthur between your legs, so you roll your hips, rutting against him.

"Something you want?" Arthur asks, and you answer by pressing yourself against him.

"Pretty sure you know," you say, making Arthur grin.

He gives you a quick kiss before diving to the end of the bed, and when he comes back, he's holding a small bottle. "Let's get you nice and ready for me."

A tingling feeling takes hold of your whole body, and you wonder if you'll ever be with Arthur without it happening. For now, you let it wash over you and spread your legs, showing Arthur that you're more than willing to get ready.

Arthur takes his time, using a lot of oil that he rubs around your hole before carefully pushing his finger in. You'd be okay with him being more forward, but Arthur seems to be in a certain mood today. 

After taking care of you in the bath, he goes deliberately slow now, pushing his finger in in slow motion, always giving you time to adjust. By the time he actually moves his finger in and out, you're ready to beg for more.

"How does this feel?" Arthur asks, and you sigh.

"Great."

"Good," Arthur says, moving his finger again, and for a moment, it feels weird, like he's looking for something.

A jolt runs through your body when Arthur hits a particular spot, and you suck in the air through your teeth. Arthur puts his other hand on your stomach, rubbing in a circle. "Just relax."

"I'm trying," you say, but the sensation is strange. "It feels like I have to pee."

"That's normal, don't worry about it."

"Normal?" you ask, realizing that Arthur planned this as well. "What are you up to?"

"You trust me, right?" Arthur asks, his voice serious.

"Of course."

"Then let me take care of you. Just breathe and relax. I promise you'll enjoy it," Arthur says, before adding with a chuckle, "you're not going to pee. Don't worry about that."

You take a few shaky breaths before there's a regular rhythm to it again, and like Arthur said, you try your best to unclench your muscles.

The way Arthur strokes this one spot inside of you still feels weird, but when you breathe deeper and begin to trust that you won't pee yourself, the touch becomes more and more pleasurable. 

It's similar to having your dick pumped but also so different. The arousal seems to pool deeper inside of you but still has you standing rock hard. 

"See? You're doing just fine," Arthur says, and his voice makes it even easier for you to just let it happen. 

Arthur moves his other hand now, running it up to your chest and neck, caressing your thighs and teasing your nipples with soft touches that rile you up just enough, so you roll your hips. 

Meanwhile, Arthur doesn't stop stroking you, and you can't help looking down. Your cock is leaking way more than your usual precome, and a jolt of anxiety rushes through you.

Arthur must notice since he catches your eye and stops his movements for a moment. "Hey, look at me. It's alright, that's normal, too."

"Sorry," you say, reminding yourself that Arthur would never hurt you.

"Don't worry," Arthur says, going back to teasing you, "you're alright."

He leans in to pepper you with soft kisses wherever he can reach but leaving out your dick. Instead, he keeps up the pressure inside of you.

Once you stop thinking so much about it and focus on Arthur's touches instead, your whole body seems to grow warm from the inside, with your cock twitching in excitement. You roll your hips, your body sinking in the bedding as if you want to melt, and your breathing grows even slower. 

"Now, that's a good boy," Arthur says, his voice like a gentle caress. "You're doing so good."

Just listening to him always adds to your pleasure, and as you welcome the way he teases you more and more, your arousal grows. You're warm and relaxed, but your dick begs to be touched, and you can't hold in quiet moans when Arthur's finger hits you just right. 

"I need more," you say while Arthur touches every inch of your body except your dick.

"More?" Arthur asks, and you know that he wants you to actually spell it out.

"I want you inside of me."

Arthur gets the oil again, using more on you and his cock before crawling over you. You can't hide your excitement, but again, Arthur doesn't quite give you what you want.

He teases you with the tip of his cock, rubbing with enough pressure to drive you crazy but never pushing in. 

"Please, Arthur," you whine, "I need it so bad."

"Tell me," Arthur says, his voice deep and unyielding. 

"I want you to fill me up and make me lose my mind. I'll do anything. Please."

Finally, Arthur pushes into you, but just like he did with his finger, he stretches you open with his cock as slowly as he possibly can, even holding still once in a while.

The treatment makes you grab the sheets under you, and you buck your hips. "God, I beg you, Arthur. Please, please more."

"Someone's needy," Arthur chuckles, and you run your fingers over his chest, your nails digging into the skin.

"Please," you say again, the word coming from deep within, and Arthur must hear it in your voice.

He pushes as deep as he can go, filling you up. You sigh, a little bit of the build-up pressure leaving your body. Then Arthur kisses you again, his body lined up so perfectly with yours that you feel completely at ease. Arthur's weight on you, his scent, his lips on yours, it's home for you now.

Arthur rolls his hips, hot and heavy inside of you, and with his body trapping your dick between the two of you, you're right back to being on edge. You'd be happy to keep going like this, now that you're on familiar ground, but Arthur has other plans.

After a long kiss, he gets in a kneeling position, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. You're about to ask why but Arthur pushes into you, hitting that spot again.

"Jesus Christ," you moan, your body tensing up for a moment from the surprise.

"Relax," Arthur says, running his warm hand over your stomach. "That's all you have to do. I'll do the rest."

You take a deep breath, and like you did before, you lean into the feeling. Arthur's movements are slow and deliberate, quickly building up that hot sensation you noticed before.

When you close your eyes, Arthur pets your thigh. "That's good. Open up for me."

You're torn between looking at him and just focusing on yourself, but soon it becomes quite hard to miss what's going on. It's like Arthur is setting fire to your lower body. 

Looking at him as he holds on to your hips to thrust into you makes matters even worse. Your dick twitches like crazy, still untouched, and you're not sure how much longer you can take this.

"Arthur, please," you groan, having a hard time even catching your breath, "I need more."

"You're doing so good; just give it time."

You don't have a chance to argue, not with the way Arthur changes his rhythm. You can feel him deep inside of you, adding to the heat, and his voice becomes constant torture.

"God, I love watching you like this," Arthur says. "You're doing so good for me."

Listening to him makes you melt, and when Arthur thrusts into you with shorter bursts, something inside of you suddenly gives. It feels like a volcano erupts behind your cock, hot lava making its way up and down your body, sending heatwaves to the tips of your hair. 

"Arthur," you gasp, and he smiles.

"You're such a good boy. Let it happen. Come for me."

Every push of him drives you almost insane, your thighs shaking, and every muscle cramping in your body. Your cock pulses between your legs, and you stare in surprise at your own dick as you shoot your come onto your belly.

The relief that follows lingers just like your orgasm did, in a way that you've never experienced before. You close your eyes and just breathe, trying to burn that feeling into your memory.

Arthur slips out and lies down next to you, kissing your cheek. "You alright?"

You sigh before you turn to him to steal another kiss. "What the hell have you done to me?"

Arthur chuckles. "Why?"

"It never felt like this before," you say, caressing his chest with your fingertips. "You have to do that again."

"I think you're better off with a break," Arthur says with a smile.

You run your hand further down before you follow the same line with your lips. "You're right; let's take care of you first."

Unlike Arthur, you don't play it slowly but suck his cock into your mouth, eager to pay him back.

"Jesus Christ," Arthur curses, holding on to the sheets like you did. "Fine, you're a good boy. I'll do it again, I promise."

You hum around his cock, happy to apply what you already know, and you can't wait for Arthur to teach you more.

[sugarsymphonyy]

alright, akaashi taking care of his catgirl!reader while shes in heat,, I've been thinking about this for a week straight I loooove the idea teehee

YES ! THIS !! I LOVE YOU !!!

Akaashi x Catgirl!reader in heat

Warnings : NSFW, catgirl(duh), edging, overstimulation, Dom!Akaashi, squirting, very very light degradation, PRAISE, orgasm control, oral (receiving), dacryphilia, fingering, toys

I'm so certain that when he's dom, he's soft with his words and a huge meanie with his actions

Like- he's gonna be so sweet with you, tell you how well you're doing for him, call you his good girl, his sweet little princess, etc...

But then edges you for hours, makes you make yourself cum on his cock, then when you finally beg enough to cum, he'll let you cum again and again and again

Also- I'd like to take this time to point out the fingers on him

His hands are canonically bigger than Bokutos simply because his fingers are so long 🥵

Thank him, you know how to use your manners, use them

SO NOW

IMAGINE

You and Akaashi both knew your heat was coming soon. It was nothing new, but he had just a little bit more work to finish up for his job, and his deadline was soon. You agreed to wait a little bit, you knew this was super important, and he promised it was just a little work anyways.

So naturally, after an hour and a half of waiting patiently for his help, you decided to go check on him. Face red, panties already half soaked, you strutted over to him.

"'Kaaasshhiiii~" you whined, running your hands over his shoulders then down his chest. Your tail flicked softly back and forth, lightly wrapping around his neck.

He looked up at you, "I know princess, just wait a little bit longer for me, okay?" He had kissed the back of one of your hands and smiled softly. "Just be a good girl for me a little bit longer princess."

You whined and then sat down on the ground next to him, rubbing your legs together, allowing him to work again. This didn't last long. After a couple of minutes, you get up and move to sit on his lap, then started grinding.

"Fuck... baby, I'm almost done, wait just a little longer." He still your hips with his hands, holding on tightly to be sure you stopped. "Just a little longer, then I can help you all night."

And as tempting as it sounded, you were already such a horny mess that all you could do was whine back at him and tried to grind again. "I need you now~" was all you could get out. "Pleaseee! I need you to make me cum~"

He tightened his grip on you and looked you dead in the eye, "Not yet" he hissed out, slightly agitated, "now be a good little princess, and wait"

You whimpered and got off his lap, deciding to go back to sitting on the ground where you were before. Akaashi smiled down at you, "good girl, now, I'm almost done. Wait just a little bit longer, I promise I'll make you cum if you do."

You nodded, not really as agreeing, but more as acknowledgment, you had your own plans. "Okay, 'Kaashi~"

...Like hell you'd wait any longer for pleasure, so you decided to take matters into your own hands and slipped off your now fully soaked panties. "Mmng~.." you whined, bringing your hand down to your folds and running your fingers along your slit, then up to circle you clit.

Akaashi just sighed, saved his work, then got up and look down at you. "You just couldn't wait, huh?~" You whined and whimpered, moving the fingers on your clit a bit faster.

He picked you up and took you to your bed, then laid you down softly. "Really are such an impatient, slutty princess~" He pinned your legs open, holding your thighs down. "Just so eager to be fucked stupid, hm?"

You nodded quickly, "pleaseee!~" Your tail was flicking all over sporadically, completely out of your control. Akaashi just smiled down at you, then went between your legs and sucked your clit. "Ah!~"

He chuckled against you, the vibrations adding to your sensitivity and only making you louder, encouraging Akaashi to keep going. "Fuck... you taste so good~"

You grinded down on him more, gripping his hair tightly and moaning loudly, needing more of his tongue. He only sped up, shoving a couple of fingers in, only for you to yell out pathetically, already trembling.

"So sensitive, hm? Already trembling for me" he said against your cunt, then curled his fingers to hit that soft, spongey part right inside you. "Fuck!~ 'm gonn.... 'm gonna cum 'Kaashi!"

He pulled his mouth away from you, stilling his fingers inside you. "Not yet, you don't get to cum yet... you were so impatient earlier, gotta teach you how to wait now" he softly rubbed the inside of your thigh, then slapped it, making you cry out with pleasure.

He softly planted small kisses along your thigh. "Be a good girl and wait to cum a little longer" He flattens his tongue and licks your pussy again, causing you to jolt, before he pulled away again. You whined pathetically at him, wanting more. "Be patient for me baby" he insisted.

You nodded and whimpered, trying to grind your hips against anything, to get any sort of stimulation. Akaashi gripped your hips tightly in one hand, stilling you, "I told you to be patient, or else you will have to wait a lot longer" he warned. You nodded and stayed still for him.

He slowly started to move his fingers in you again, pumping at an agonizingly slow pace, "There's my good girl~" His fingers curled to hit inside of you just right to make you scream.

You tried so hard not to move your hips, but its starting to get impossible now. "Please.. please more..!" All he did was kiss and bite the inside of your thighs, still moving his fingers slowly in you.

You really were trying not to move much, but it was starting to get too difficult after 5ish minutes of slowly being fingered and every once in a while having a tiny bit of clit stimulation. You kept begging and whining throughout the entire thing, but all of it got you nothing more than what you already had.

He only smiled a little bit at your attempts for more. "My precious little princess wants more? Look at you, such a crybaby~" and you really were. Fat, hot tears were rolling down your face, leaving Akaashi to wipe them for you. "You're so pretty when you cry for me..." he punctuated it with a sharp thrust with his hand, making you yell out in pleasure.

He kept up a quicker pace this time, only to have you moaning out loudly for him and how good it felt. "Awww, listen to yourself princess, you sound like the sweet little bitch in heat that you are~" he sucked on your clit, driving you insane. You were already dumb, humping against his tongue subtly, trying not to get caught. But, of course, it wasn't subtle enough.

He laughed at you lightly, vibrations going right to your core, making your mind hazy. You were clenching around his fingers harshly, making it hard for him to even move. "My good girl wants to cum?" You could only nod quickly, trying to string together coherent words, but failing miserably. He pushed his fingers even further in you, "cum then, cum like the needy little thing you are.."

You shook violently as you did, gushing around his fingers that didn't stop moving, driving further into madness. "Such a messy little thing... my pretty, messy girl" his tongue worked smaller, faster circles on your clit, licking down to your hole and his fingers then back up again every so often.

Your mind was blank, clouded by pleasure and pain from being so overstimulated, back arching and screams coming from your mouth. You were being sent hurdling into your next orgasm, and Akaashi could tell. "One more for me, just like this, then I've got a surprise for you"

He knew you wouldn't be able to respond with anything other than frantic nods and loud moans due to your heat making you much more sensitive than normal. You squirmed against him, the pleasure too much, and had your second orgasm. This time, it racked your body even harder, making you choke on a small sob of pleasure.

Akaashi slowed his fingers and mouth to a stop, kissing your thighs lightly, praising how well you've done. "Stay right here, I have to go get my good girl her surprise, okay?" He stood up, softly planting kisses up your torso, across your shoulders, then to your lips. You nodded to him, "m'kay..!" still a bit out of it, but excited to see what he was going to get.

When he came back, he was holding something behind his back. He walked to you, lightly slapping the inside of your thigh, making you whimper loudly. You tried to focus your eyes on him, but failed. He went back down between your legs, taking the small bullet vibrator out from behind his back and turning it on, trailing it along your thigh, getting closer and closer to your twitching cunt.

You whined and squirm, already feeling overwhelmed with all the previous and current stimulation, but still needing more. He circled around your clit, then down to your hole, gathering slick and pushing it in. Even on its lowest setting, it's still almost too much. "Such a sensitive little thing you are" he said softly, licking and biting at your clit again.

He turned up the vibrations slowly, getting more and more intense with his mouth on you. You looked absolutely fucked out now, and he loved it. "You look so pretty when you're all dumb for me, my good girl~" He pulled the vibrator out of you, swirling it around your clit, then pushing it on you roughly.

You thrashed against his arms, babbling out nonsense, incoherent thank yous leaving your mouth as your cum splashed against him. Akaashi chuckled deeply, not removing it until you were sobbing and pleading for him to slow down and to give you a break. He did so, turning off the vibe and putting it next to you both, standing up between your legs and leaning you over you. "So pretty for me like this.." he kissed up your torso and chest, to your lips softly.

"Feel good?" You nodded in response, still not able to fully form words. "You did so good" you whined lightly in response, on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. "Sleepy, baby? How about we get you cleaned up first, yeah?" You shook your head no, gripping his forearms, wanting him just to stay there with you as you fell asleep.

AHHH THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET OUT IM SORRY!!! But I hope you liked it! I really had fun writing this one❤

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