#But- well- there he is... in all his puppy glory. cries

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

[milswrites]

The light which persists

~ Azriel X Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel finds his source of happiness in the most unlikely of places.

Warnings: Smut 18+ Minors Dni (p in v)

It's strange how Azriel could identify the very moment in which his life had just changed forever.  All it took was one look, a second-long glance in your direction, and the shadowsinger was certain that his entire world had just shifted. Whether it be by the cauldrons design or his own, Azriel had no doubt that your fate was to be entwined with his.

It was unbeknownst to Azriel, how a flower as lovely as you could bloom in the toxic gardens of the Court of Nightmares. Yet here you were, sitting across from the male in this tedious meeting, a soft smile adorning your lips as Azriel admired you in all your beauty. A rose untouched by the thorns of her less than savoury counterparts.

The radiant aura you permeated acted like a beacon, a glowing light of warmth and comfort. Your bright signal subconsciously drawing Azriel into your safe harbour. He had yet to hear your voice and Azriel was already sure that whatever sweet nectar poured from your lips would coat his mind like honey, pulling him deeper still into the soothing waters of your tangible soul.

Azriel failed to register the dull words which Kier was speaking, his thoughts occupied by you and only you. In fact the shadowsinger found it impossible to tear his eyes from you. Afraid that if he were to do so for even a second, whatever hypnotic spell you had cast upon him would be severed and his world would be rudely shifted back to the mundaneness of its usual orbit.

Instead, his hazel eyes stayed locked on you, Azriel’s searching gaze committing your delicate features to memory. Noting the slight furrow of your brows knitting together and the growing pout of your plush lips as you listened to Kier’s absurd proposition, his chest tingling with satisfaction at the sight of the flames which flickered in your determined eyes. And when you finally spoke, each syllable which fell from your lips had Azriel clinging on for more, entranced by the power which laced every well-spoken word.

Azriel had only received but a taste of your presence and yet he was already addicted. The tantalizingly delicious way your light coursed through his veins was a feeling the male wished never to forget. He would bottle it if he could, squirrel away a piece of your light and take it back with him to Velaris so he could experience the high which had been gifted from you whenever the male wished.

And so, with your gravitational pull too mesmerizing to resist, the shadowsinger became a ghost in the ebony halls of Hewn City's palace. A shadowed phantom haunting the corridors, hoping to receive just a glimpse of your warming light with the goal of replenishing his well. Returning day after day to silently bask in the glory of your presence.

Even his shadows had fallen victim to your siren’s song, enraptured by the comfort your luminesce provided. The smoky tendrils slipping from Azriel’s control in order to seek you out and soak up the warmth of your prevailing light.

It was therefore no surprise when you noticed the new little followers who trailed after you like lost puppies as you walked through the winding halls of the palace of nightmares. Bringing you a warm satisfaction when you were able to return them to the blushing shadowsinger who always seemed to be hiding nearby.

It wasn’t long before the days where Azriel’s visits to the Court of Nightmares which were once filled with harrowing screams and cries for mercy were now few and far between. Instead, no longer needing to pine after you from a distance, his visits involved friendly walks through the gardens in Hewn. The twisted vines and dull flowers failing to hold a candle to the beauty which was you.

Azriel’s senses were right that day he had first met you, it was destined for both of your fates to be intertwined. Far behind were the days of being strangers, and soon, so were the days of being friends. The shadowsinger’s growing love for you was why it didn’t take long for the cruel city to become one of Azriel’s favourite places to be.

It was the highlight of Azriel’s day, wandering through the winding avenues of Hewn City as he made his way to your home under the cover of his obedient shadows. Following the faint glow which led him through the familiar streets, its presence holding the draining aura of the wretched city’s air at bay until he had safely passed through the threshold of your home.

And just like the day he first met you where you knocked his world off kilter with only one glance, a single look at your beaming face as he entered was all Azriel needed to feel the worries of his arduous day start to slowly ebb away.

A single look being enough to remind the male just how in love with you he had grown to be. Thankful that the prayers whispered from the dark cage of his childhood had finally been answered, because the gods have given him you.

Only you had the power to illuminate his life. Your presence a lighthouse which called him back from the festering darkness of where he once inhabited. Azriel could withstand anyone, any place, even the looming evil of the Court of Nightmares, if only it meant he was weathering them with you.

One look was all it took to muddle his senses and scramble his thoughts. Clearing Azriel’s mind of all the sweet things he had planned of saying to you as his lips came to meet yours instead.

Azriel kissed the same way he fought, rough and calculated. Each skilled brush of his tongue and sinful nip to your swollen lips done with the intention of drawing sounds of pleasure from you. But Azriel didn’t only kiss to please, every swirl of his warm tongue sought to absorb more and more of your comforting light. The two of you locked in a passionate kiss which was only growing wilder as he attempted to sate his never-ending hunger for you.

His scarred hands explored every inch of your body that they could possibly reach as his salacious lips moved to devour the soft skin of your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive flesh until the purple marks of his labour began to appear in the wake of his reddening lips. Pleased with the desperate manner of which Azriel was attacking your neck you teasingly pulled away from the male, lips pulling into a smile as you goaded him, “What no hello? You’re not going to ask me how my day has been?”

Groaning at the distance you had created between you, Azriel closed the space once more, leaning forwards until his lips tantalizingly brushed against your ear. Using his teeth to gently tug on your lobe until his lips upturned into a cocky smirk, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he spoke lowly, “Why should I when we both already know that your day is about to get a whole lot better?”

“Confident in your skills are we?” you teased, not missing the twinkle which flashed in Azriel’s lustful gaze.

“Why don’t I show you?” Azriel asked, hovering his warm lips over your own, your sultry eyes glancing up at him through the shadow of your eyelashes, “And then you can tell me just how good my skills are.”

Azriel fucked well, there was no doubt about it.

Having done the act with him hundreds of times you were familiar with his unforgiving pace and the brutal force behind his thrusts. Azriel fucked like a man starved, seeking to steal every ounce of pleasure from you possible with each wild snap of his hips.

Yet tonight something was different, Azriel still drew the same cries of strangled pleasure from your lips, though his hips worked at a slower pace. The male taking his time to tear you apart, the leisurely pounding of his cock into your heat working to slowly bring you to your completion.

Tonight Azriel wasn't just fucking you, he was making love. His eyes, once blown black with lust, were now filled with an emotion you couldn't quite decipher and each languid thrust of his insatiable hips pulled soft moans and whimpers from your mouth. Your sounds matched by the shadowsinger's strangled groans escaping from his own lips at the newfound softness of the moment.

His stable hands entwined with your own, fingers laced together as he gently moved your hands to rest on either side of your head. Trapping you beneath him as he patiently drew you closer and closer to your high. Azriel was an expert of torture, never failing to stop the arduously slow rhythm of his thrusts no matter how much you cried for him to go faster.

The heat from his loving gaze becoming too difficult to withstand at the steady pace he was keeping and so you snapped your begging hips to meet his, allowing his cock to hit that sweet spot inside your core, urging the male to seek his high quicker.

A low rumbling laugh tore from his mouth, that cocky smirk once more returning to his lips as he continued his torturous pace. "So good for me princess," he crooned, his words stirring the butterflies in your stomach, aiding to pull you closer and closer to the high you were nearing, "You take me so well." The regular pulse of his hips unwavering, the repeated rhythm inching you closer and closer to satisfaction.

"Keep your eyes on me" he warned as the blissful wave of release began to wash over you, a scream of pleasure escaping from your lips as he finally began to speed his thrusts, "Don't stop looking at me my love."

It was Azriel's turn to reach his high, but it wasn't just satisfaction he was chasing, it was the glowing ball of light which stemmed from you that Azriel longed to absorb. Each mighty thrust working towards reaching that light, growling with the effort of reaching his completion.

Once he had found it, and that familiar golden glow had settled in his chest, Azriel's hunger was sated as his high washed over him and he spilled into your aching core. Panting in time with you as he carefully drew his cock from your heat and pulled your aching body into his soothing embrace, whispering sweet words of affirmation into your ringing ears. Aiding in bringing you down from your crushing high.

It was in the wake of his overwhelming pleasure, still inebriated by the intoxicating feel of your warming light, that the words slipped unceremoniously from his lips. "Come with me" he blurted, that unknown emotion from earlier still dancing in his begging eyes.

"What?" you asked breathlessly, unsure what it was that the male was asking for. Sensing their master's wavering nerves, his shadows had made their appearance. Slowly travelling across your heated skin, their soothing caress, acting to cool your burning flesh.

"To Velaris" he explained, the words leaving his mouth with a anxious gulp, "Come with me to Velaris."

Your eyes blow wide at his question. Thoughts becoming clear as the wave of your pleasure retreated. It was love you had seen in Azriel's stare, which you had felt in his passionate thrusts and searing kisses. Love which fueled his shaking nerves at the prospect that your answer would be anything other than yes.

"You deserve so much more than this cursed city" he continued, gentle hand coming to meet your cheek, his grounding touch drawing you from your tempestuous thoughts, “The world deserves to see so much more of you, you’re wasted here. This city, it just kills off everything good, everything pure. You deserve to live, to share your light with likeminded people."

"My light?" you questioned, not quite understanding what it was that Azriel was trying to convey.

Azriel moved the now shaking hand which was settled on your cheek to rest against the center of your chest, taking a few minutes to absorb the steady beat of your heart before continuing to speak.

"I don't know what it is, or why it's there. But I see it, the same light I only ever see on one day of the year, on Starfall. It calls to me, you call to me. . . I don’t know if we are mates, but I just get this feeling, the same one I felt on the day I met you, that this light was made for me. That it’s guiding me towards something. . . towards you.”

You looked down to where his hand was resting but was disappointed to see there was no light shining, yet the intensity of your lovers gaze already told you everything you needed to know.

“Is it there now?” You ask, noting the way Azriel’s hand had stopped trembling at the realisation that you believed him.

“Yes” he smiled softly, and whilst you couldn’t see the light yourself you could have sworn you saw the reflection of a warm glow in his hazel eyes, “it’s always with you, like my shadows.”

As if answering their masters call his shadows had begun to swirl around where his hand was placed, you could only assume they were dancing with the mysterious light that Azriel had likened them to.

“So Velaris huh?” You ask, looking deeply into Azriel’s hopeful eyes, “When do we go?”

And with those four words all of Azriel’s wishes had come true. The male no longer needing to bottle your calming light, sipping at his reserves until he was blessed with your wonderful presence once more. No, this time when he left he would be bringing his star to Velaris with him. To his home.

[vwriter]

Darrel Curtis Imagine - Johnny's Sister

Part 4 - Final Part

That night, after everyone goes to bed, you sit on the couch, unable to fall asleep. You try reading one of the books you brought, when you hear a door open and footsteps coming down the hall. You thought it might be Darry coming to convince you—again—to come to his bed.

You prepare another argument when Ponyboy appears around the corner.

“Hey Pony.” You say and Ponyboy nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Glory!” He exclaims, “I forgot that you were here. I’m used to having people sleep on our couch, but usually they don’t say anything, so I kind of forget they’re here.” Ponyboy says as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Sorry,” You say. You get up and walk over the counter that divides the kitchen from the living room. “What are you doing up?”

“I couldn’t sleep very well, Soda’s snoring again.” He looked so much younger than he was. One would think that after what he’d been through that he’d look older, but in the moonlight he looked like a kicked puppy with his black eye and bleached hair.

“I couldn’t sleep either.” You say. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.” You don’t know why you confess this to him. Ponyboy was close to Johnny, not you. But, with Johnny gone, you missed having a little brother to confide in.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” You feel embarrassed over admitting that to Ponyboy.

“No, it’s ok.” He’s quiet for a moment, contemplating if he wants to be honest with you too. “I have a lot on my mind too.”

You want to reach out and hug him. You know exactly what he has on his mind: Johnny, Dallas, guilt, plus everything that he and Johnny went through in Windrexville.

“Do you guys have any cocoa? I can make us some.” Ponyboy pulls a cannister of nesquick out of the cupboard. He gets you two mugs and a pan to heat up the milk.

You both sit on the coach as you wait for the milk to get warm.

The house is quiet, the two of you not knowing what to say to each other. Of course you had spent time with Ponyboy and Johnny, but not enough to know what to say to him.

Ponyboy breaks the silence first.

“I miss him.” Is all he says. It’s enough to tear your heart in half.

“Me too.” You whisper, trying to hide the break in your voice. You’re thankful for the dark, but somehow, even after all the crying you did tonight, you feel tears well up in your eyes.

You don’t say anything else, instead you wrap your arm around Ponyboy’s shoulders and put his head on your shoulder. He’s so quiet that you don’t even notice he’s crying until your feel a wet spot on your shirt. You don’t say anything about it though, just run your hand on his far side up and down his arm.

You forget about the milk on the stove and just hold Ponyboy. You try not to cry because you know you’ll wake the whole house if you do. If it’s over Johnny you will. But, right now it’s not about you, it’s about Ponyboy and him missing his friend so fiercely and having to be reminded of him through you, his sister.

“I’m sorry if me being here upsets you Pony.” You choke out, a few tears spilling and your throat tightening. “I don’t want to be a reminder of J-J-“ You can’t even say his name because you know if you do, here with Ponyboy, it’s over. You’ll never be able to recover.

Ponyboy turns and hugs you full on.

“You’re not doing that. I just miss him and I feel so guilty. I feel like he died because of me.” You rub Ponyboy’s back. Oh god, he reminded you so much of Johnny. Always so full of shame and guilt because of your parents.

“We all feel that way, Pony.” You know you sure do, and Darry probably does too, and if Dally was around he would too. Maybe the Socs even felt that way too…

“Grief does strange things to a person.” You say.

Ponyboy doesn’t say anything else and he doesn’t ask you to either. He just cries into your chest until he tires himself out.

Meanwhile, Darry had been watching from the hallway this whole time. His heart ached for his youngest brother, but it also swelled with seeing you take care of him. He knew it must have been hard for you, Ponyboy being so close to Johnny and basically his age. But, he knew that in the end you both shared a grief that no one else could understand. You had both lost a brother.

Darry couldn’t imagine his life without Ponyboy or Sodapop. When Ponyboy had gone missing, he had stayed up all night, worried half to death that he’d never see him again. Guilty over what he had done to cause it…

“Alright kid, lets get you to bed.” Darry hears you say to a groggy Ponyboy. Darry moves quickly back to his room to hide, not wanting to shatter the moment.

You guide Ponyboy back to bed and tuck him in.

“Sorry about the cocoa, we’ll make some more tomorrow.” You say to Ponyboy.

“Thanks, (Y/N).” You hear Ponyboy mumble as he rolls over in bed.

You exited Ponyboy and Sodapop’s room and close the door softly. You head back to the kitchen and turn the stove off, emptying the boiling milk into the sink.

“Hey.” You hear a voice say behind you. You turn to find Darry standing at the counter.

“Hey.” You say back softly. “What are you doing up?”

“I heard you and Ponyboy talking. Wanted to make sure you were ok.” He comes around the counter and grabs your hand. “Thanks for being there for him. Soda and I have been trying, but I don’t think anyone truly gets what he’s feeling like you do.”

Somehow, hearing Darry say that, heals your heart a little.

“I really care about him. He’s a good kid.” You say.

Darry pulls you in for a hug, rubbing your hair.

“Johnny was a good kid too. He was family to us, and you’ll be family to us now too.” Darry says. He tightens his grip as the sobs start to rack your body.

That night Darry sits with you on the couch and holds you while you cry over your brother. In the end you fall asleep with your head in his lap and in the morning when you wake up to a pink and gold sky you feel better than you have in weeks. Somehow, you start to think that while everything from here on out will be different, it will be ok.

[a-vampire-culturelover]

The Insect is Awake- Chapter 3

Carter knew something was wrong when Monty had eaten the ecclair out from the trash. He knew something was wrong when he didn't return his calls. He knew something was wrong when not even his mailman knew if he was home. But he was, Carter knew. The Warehouse had no one in it, not even the little cockroach he had been introduced to. He'd wondered where the little guy had been since the first demonstration on his visit.

Carter didn't know what to do. Where to go, put up missing posters? The best thing he could think to do was knock and see if he was there.

The first went unoticed, so did the second. Then the third, then the fourth, then the fifth. Eventually, he decided, fuck it, and kicked down the door. He regretted that instantly, worrying about the expenses to pay for it and if Monty would be upset. He decided to fix it when he was done looking, and then leave if he couldn't find anything.

He had searched everywhere in the downstairs, beginning to feel nervous. Then he heard it.

A scuttling on the second floor. Taking a gulp with anxiety and treading lightly up the stairs, afraid now. What had happened? Was his new friend robbed? Was the robber still here? Oh god, was there a serial killer in the house??

Hearing a few bangs, he piulled a flashlight over to a fallen trash can, saliva dripping from deep down on the bottom, wiped clean of whatever was in it. Heading towards the Bathroom, he noticed when he flicked the switch on, that there was four canine teeth, bloody and in the flesh, in the sink. Carter was more than afraid now, worried that what Monty did with the Teleporter might've had adverse affects on him. Hearing something in the bedroom, he went in, he switched the lights on.

And they both screamed.

Well, let me reiterate: Carter screamed. Monty, in all his glory, had done something he hadn't before, and had hissed like a Roach. Looking over Monty, and trying to push any further adrenaline from his body, he noticed his canines were gone, replaced with weird bug mandibles, the things moving like they had minds of their own. The strange threads Carter had noticed before were longer, and a lot more prominent now, flicking wildly and seemingly gravitating towards Carter like curious puppies. The oddest thing of all though, had been the Bandages around Monty's face, specifically the ones wrapped around where his nose was.

"Monty? Monty of thank goodness you were killed or robbed! What happened to you?"

Monty opened his mouth, but closed it, trying to regain his thoughts. He didn't know what to tell his friend, if Carter would even believe him. Then again, the bug antennae trying to simply sense and feel Carter begged to differ.

"I..I dont know, in all honesty. I mean, I have a theory, but it's not a pretty one." Monty pulled out the X-rays he had witnessed prior to his strange little blackout, giving them to Carter. Carter was confused at what he was seeing, unsure If it was a tumor he was looking at or a weird growth.

"I..I dont get it Monty." "It's a cockroach brain. I..I think I have a hunch what happened to me and him." Monty spoke, scratching the bandages around his nose. He had something behind him in a little jar filled with ice, and as Carter went to look, Monty timidly would push it further under the bed he was sitting by.

"Monty."

"Yes?"

"What's it in the jar?" "...." "Monty. What's in the jar."

Monty shakily pulled it out, revealing that it was his nose of all things in the ice jar. Carter stopped himself from screaming, putting his hands to his mouth in shock.

"I just woke up and it was like this!" Monty cried, beginning to finally break down after all of his attempts at bottling up his feelings. He fell into Carter's arms, caterwauling and wailing about how he couldn't stop himself from eating everything in one of the house's wastebins, and recalling throwing up a chewed up pen and at least 4 pieces of disgustingly wet paper. Carter wanted to say something, anything reassuring, but he couldn't, for he had no grasp on the circumstances.

"Is..the stump where your nose is at least okay?" He asked a little timidly, not wanting to pressure him into showing what could have been under the bandages. He could see the antennae attached to Monty's scalp twitch, his eyes tired but half-lidded in understandment.

Slowly unwrapping the bandages around his nose, Carter was shocked to discover no deformity, no fleshy, bloodied mess, but instead skin grown over where it was, as smooth as a butterball turkey. He had asked for Monty's permission to feel the area, and Monty agreed hesitantly, almost sighing if not, purring, at the feeling of Carter's fingers around the area where his nose formerly was.

Suddenly Monty pulled back, screaming in agony, as he pulled his hands to his head and hissed, curling up into a ball on the ground as his fingernails fell off, and his fingers molding to become naturally sharp, prickled here and there like that of a roach's limbs. Monty staggered up, barely able to muster coherent words as he felt something familiar rise up in place of his brilliant, intelligent mind. Feeling the intesity of the light in the room, he ushered to turn it off before stumbling and falling down to the ground, feeling weak. Eyes dilating to the beady, shiny black they had been a moment before.

Carter was standing frozen still in silence, having intitially reached out to help, but recoiled in fear of endangerment from the hissing and the disgusting shedding of Monty's nails, both hands and feet, good lord!

"Monty?..." "M-monty are you ok?" All Carter got was a stranger chittering, like mandibles clicking together in an frantic buzz of noise. Suddenly, the man-turned-oddity sprung up, hissing at Carter with it's beady eyes, wild antennae, and salivating mouth. Carter fumbled back, slamming into the door as whatever was in control of Monty, chattered and clicked it's mandibles, becoming unitnerested in him before skittering on all fours outside the bedroom, antennae twitching with hunger and the scent of food nearby.

Carter was just about on the verge of gaining grey hairs from the fright and stress of it all, wanting desperately to muster courage to go look for his friend elsewhere in an unfamiliar house. Hearing the skitters of limbs in the kitchen, Carter followed in the dark, flashlight in hand quivering, for Carter knew just how much cockroaches hated the light.

Seeing the fridge door opened in the dark of the kitchen, Carter could see "Not-Monty" flinch at the bright light and instinctively skitter back a few steps, before adjusting to the so very sensitive light and reaching for whatever it could grab. Inspecting it further, Not-Monty took leftover fries that had gone cold and took them up to his mouth, mandibles taking small bites and shovelling the bits down its mouth. ' Did Not-Monty even know how to use a human mouth like one?'

Suddenly, the fridge door closed, the kitchen going pitch black yet again. Fumbling for his flashlight, he couldn’t seem to find where the skittering had gone. Finally turning on his flashlight, he felt a drip above him, a pit in his stomach forming.

Looking up, he saw Not-Monty above him, claws diggings into the ceiling and salivating, something that finally broke Carter and made him scream. The screaming must have irritated it because he hissed and recoiled his limbs, falling into Carter and trying to crawl off them. When he spotted him with the flashlight, he covered his eyes in fear and skittered under the couch, sensitive to light and loving cramped spaces.

Carter thought and used a “pspspspspsp” to try and lure them out, which seemed to work, although he kept messing with his eyes and unable to to stop blinking with the bright light in front of it. Thinking, Carter gave it sunglasses from the kitchen counter, guiding Not-Monty onto putting them on so it could bare the sight of the flashlight.

”Monty, is it still you?” He asked, putting a hand on Not-Monty’s cheek as he simply gave a chirp, not a single thought other than cockroach things behind that mind.

“…”

“Honda??”

And at that, Not-Monty snapped up with familiarity, for Honda had recognized his own name being said.

[beauhoword]

The Long Walk to Tyre

24 September 2023

Author’s note: I have written many fics for Got but I have not written any yet for you God. So here’s one for you, for your love to me on 24 September 2023. While looking for a comb, I found the hairpin

The Journey to Earth was not an easy one. Easy was an understatement. Who could understand the burden of being a son, His Son. But here he stood, confined in time and space. His very hands and feet that hung the moon and flung stars into space walked and toiled in the heat and clay of soil He moulded.

Who could understand? He was sent to His own but his own received Him not. The very bread He was tasked to bring to His children of Israel, it was spat out and rejected. Wearied and despondent, many would find it hard to believe that God would feel this way, like one of us, like a stranger on a bus, after a dejected day at work. Wasn’t the Son of God pictured by man in all Glory and Favour, but there He was, just spat upon and sent away by His Words, they found offensive.

“ Why do your disciples not wash their hands, do you Reverent One not teach them well ? They are defiled and have not regards for the Laws ! “ Day and night, they accused Him endlessly.

If their reply had been more wicked and intelligent, He could have endured it.

“It is not what goes into a man that defiles him but what comes out of his mouth do you not understand!”

Then He went thence, and departed into the coast of Tyre and Sidon. It was a long walk, a very long walk. No miracles were performed during that walk. It was a quiet walk, even his disciples were worried for Him.

“Lord, Lord, we have never seen you so quiet …”

But He did not answer them a word and continued with a purpose in the journey. He walked with a sole purpose towards Tyre, for one sole woman, His Father had spoken to Him

“My Son, go to Tyre with a sole purpose. Go quietly and discreetly and look for that one woman. She will refresh you”

That Walk took Him and His disciples a week, a week to arrive in Tyre - the House of the Gentiles. The House of the Dogs as the haughty and self righteous Pharisees liked to put it. He finally arrived.

“Quick. Hide me in a house, before the multiples receive news” And so he secretly went into a house with his disciples.

And behold, a woman of Canaan came out of the same coasts and cried unto Him, saying, “Have mercy on me O Lord, my daughter is grievously vexed with a devil”

There was something about this woman’s faith that refreshed Him. She was called not affectionately but disparagingly-a dog. It hurt Him so. He would use little puppies instead. In fact, He was so hurt and discouraged by the words of His own He was so demoralised that He had spiralled to the depths of the sea - the coast. Dejected He could do no miracles at all. Could it be that He could ask for more and test this lady’s faith ? After all, the greater her faith, the more delighted He would be. Who could understand the mind and heart of God ? That deep down, the reason for earth was, was but … to be loved.

I … I just wanted to be loved.

In my House are many mansions, do I need to conquer more land ? Behold my streets are paved with Gold. Do I need more gold ? Behold the earth is but a footstool in my Room. But Who who can understand the heart and mind of the Lord ?

“Lord help me !”

And so He answered, “It is not meet to take the children’s bread, and to cast it to dogs”

He held his breath. Would she give up turn and walk away ? He found his human heartbeat racing. Unbelievable but He was rooting for her. Come on my daughter, say it and it would be done for you

And she said, “Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table.”

Yes ! He found Himself screaming internally. She did it ! Of course they were all the Father’s children. The children of Israel were sent to speak of the Father’s love but they were but fallen flesh and blood and had twisted or not shown His Love towards “the Gentiles” that they have named so to discriminate and assert a false sense of superiority. Ironically, it was always the Gentiles that had shown more faith that the haughty “Children of Israel”

With her answer and hopeful presence looking yearningly at Him, suddenly He felt all the stress and tiredness fell off his shoulders and he relaxed in her presence beside Him

“O woman, great is thy faith: be it unto these even as thou wilt.” He broke into a big smile and lifted her from her humble bent posture.

Immediately she gave her thanks and took flight back home, leaving Him in awe and wonder at her faith

And her daughter was made whole from that very hour

With that He turned to His disciples, who were relieved to see Him being Himself again.

And Jesus departed from thence, and came nigh unto the Sea of Galilee, and Went UP into A Mountain, and sat down there

And UP in that Mountain would be where He would perform one of his greatest miracle, the feeding of the five thousand

[anonymousewrites]

Of Sensibility and Swords (Mulan AU Megumi x Reader)

Chapter Three: Captain

            (Y/N) peered out from the woods down at the encampment of soldier. She was too nervous to enter, too unsure of how to act. If she was too strange to act like a proper woman, how would she manage to act like a man?

            “It would take a miracle for me to do this,” murmured (Y/N).

            “Did someone say…miracle?!” cried Gojo, leaping out from the bushes.

            After several hours of running full tilt (thank god for being a dragon and not a human), he had finally caught up with her. He had planned a dramatic entrance to assert his power and ability before (Y/N). As he leapt out, however, (Y/N) pivoted and swung a fist at the intruder, and he went flying back into the woods.

            Gojo groaned and sat up. “Shit…”

            (Y/N) crept closer, sword drawn. “What are you?”

            “I’m the strongest guardian of your ancestors!” cried Gojo, deeply offended she didn’t realize that.

            “A guardian?” She furrowed her brow.

            “Yep! Sent by the spirits of your ancestors!” Gojo puffed up his chest.

            “The spirits sent a lizard to help me?” (Y/N) cocked her head.

            “Hey! I’m a dragon,” huffed Gojo. “And I’m here to take you home.”

            (Y/N) crossed her arms. “I can’t. Then Nanami will be sent to war. I’m going to fight. And no one, not you, not the ancestors, not even the gods themselves will stop me from protecting him.”

            Gojo sighed. “Listen, kid, you and I are both in enough trouble as it is. Just turn around now.”

            “No. This is the only way I can help him. So I’m going to do it,” said (Y/N).

            Gojo frowned, looking at (Y/N)’s stony expression. Underneath it, however, lay emotions. She was truly willing to risk everything for Nanami. Even if it meant her death or the family’s disgrace, she didn’t care as long as Nanami was alright. He was (Y/N)’s family. And Gojo found he couldn’t say no to that type of conviction.

             “Fine, fine, fine kid.” He groaned. “I can’t say no to puppy eyes,” muttered Gojo to himself. “And I guess making you a war hero is better than disgracing the family. Might even get a medal out of this, some glory is good for the soul.”

            “I don’t care about all that,” said (Y/N). “But if I’m going to do this, then I will do my best.”

            “Well, at least you’ve got spirit,” said Gojo.

            “You were the one who changed their mind so quickly,” pointed out (Y/N).

            “I’m gonna be in a lot of trouble with the ancestors if I go back now, so it’s not too bad of an idea for me to avoid them for now,” admitted Gojo. “Plus…you’ve got a point. Nanami will die if he goes to war now. You’re doing what any son would do.”

            “But I’m a daughter,” murmured (Y/N).

            Gojo shrugged. “Humans are weird about those things. You’re doing what’s right. That should be what matters.”

            “So…you’ll help me?” asked (Y/N).

            “Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get killed, and I am the strongest guardian,” said Gojo proudly, trying to diffuse the situation. “Now, let’s go down to that camp and show them a real man!”

            (Y/N) furrowed her brow. “Why would we bring another man with us?”

            Gojo, with an awkward smile, looked at her. “You serious?”

            (Y/N) cocked her head. “Yes. This is war.”

            “Oh, boy.”

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            “Remember, head high, shoulders back, back straight,” said Gojo as (Y/N) walked into the camp, guiding her horse Midnight behind her. She remained alert as she walked through to the soldier’s quarters, watching the men around her. “Remember to pay attention, you’re going to have to act like them,” said Gojo.

            (Y/N) furrowed her brow as she passed by several men laying around and acting like gross children. “I don’t think I want to.”

            Gojo wrinkled his nose and nodded. “Yeah…let’s maybe go for the more refined look. Try those guys, they aren’t doing anything weird.” He pointed at a group of four boys.

            (Y/N) sweat-dropped. “One of them has his shirt off.”

            “Look at this tattoo! Wards off evil,” said a pink-haired boy proudly. “I don’t know if it works, but it looks cool!”

            A boy with long black hair pulled into two white-wrapped braids at the sides of his face scoffed. “As if that’ll do anything on the battlefield. You need skill, not flamboyance.”

            A boy with messy black hair smiled sweetly. “I think it’s nice, Itadori.”

            “Thanks, Yuuta!” said Itadori excitedly.

            “Yes! Noritoshi is just being a downer!” said a muscular man, clapping Itadori on the back. “You look tough, brother!”

            “That’s nice, Toudou…but I’m not your brother,” said Itadori, chuckling nervously.

            At that point, (Y/N) had arrived. Yuuta noticed her first and smiled. “Hey there. New conscript like us, right?” (Y/N) nodded jerkily. “I get it. It can be weird arriving here. I bet it’ll get easier once we start proper training.”

            “Yeah!” said Itadori brightly. “Welcome! I’m Itadori!” He pointed at the rest and introduced them. “That’s Yuuta, Noritoshi, and Toudou. What’s your name?”

            Gojo, hidden in the back of (Y/N)’s armor, whispered, “Make something up! Quick!”

            “(Male/N),” said (Y/N). She stuck out her hand for a handshake.

            Itadori slapped her hand in a high-five instead. “Welcome!”

            “Well, you’re not doing too bad. The handshake was weird, though,” whispered Gojo.

             (Y/N) forced a smile onto her face in order to not seem too cold. At least Itadori and Yuuta seemed to be nice. Noritoshi seemed a little mean, and Toudou was a little…weird, but she could work with that.

            “Come, sit! We’re discussing preparations for training! I prefer punching bags, and Yuuta likes running. Noritoshi thinks we should all stretch to loosen our joints would be good, and Itadori…well, he just wakes up and goes.” Toudou laughed boisterously.

            (Y/N) sat down. “Well, I review my basics before doing anything harder. ‘Basics are the foundation of the complex,’ is what my father told me.”

            Yuuta nodded. “Good point.”

            Noritoshi scoffed. “You should already have the basics by now.”

            “Nothing wrong with practice,” pointed out Yuuta.

            “You’re doing great kid,” murmured Gojo as the conversation continued.

            Okay. Alright. I can do this, thought (Y/N). Can’t get much harder than this, can it?

“If basics are really that impressive, then (Male/N) should prove it right now,” declared Noritoshi.

            “I’m sure he could,” said Itadori, growing frustrated with Noritoshi’s rudeness.

            “Oh, I’m out,” said Gojo, sneaking out from (Y/N)’s armor as he recognized the beginnings of a fight. “Don’t forget to hit them if they hit you! That’s manly!

            “I don’t believe now’s the time—” began (Y/N), but she was interrupted.

            “If you truly believe what you say, then you should be able to fight now.” Noritoshi stood and glared down at her.

            Uh, oh.

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            “The Curses have struck several places,” reported Ijichi to Megumi. As he spoke, Naoya entered the tent and sat down. “You’ll be going here with your troops.” He pointed to a small mountain valley. “You will be starting your trek once your men are ready and Naoya approves it. Good luck, Captain.” Ijichi handed over a sword.

            “Captain?” Megumi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He bowed. “I am honored.”

            Naoya narrowed his eyes. “This is an enormous responsibility. Perhaps a soldier with more experience would be better suited to the task.” Undoubtedly, he meant himself. He had power as an advisor, but he wanted glory and power as a war hero as well.

            “Fushiguro was top of his class and has extensive knowledge of training techniques,” said Ijichi. “The Emperor believes he will do an excellent job.”

            “I won’t let him down,” said Megumi politely.

            Ijichi nodded. “Very good. We will see you victorious at the palace.” He stood.

            Megumi stood and bowed again with Naoya as Ijichi left the tent.

            “Well, then, Captain,” said Naoya. “Let’s go see your troops.”

            They ducked out of the tent both froze and stared at the sight before them.

            Noritoshi and (Y/N) were engaged in a fight while the rest cheered them on. He had tried to prove (Y/N)’s “basics” were silly because he knew more complex movies, and now they were sparring to see who was right. Neither had completely gained the upper hand, but (Y/N) was holding her own against Noritoshi’s obvious years of proper training. Noritoshi lunged for (Y/N), and she shifted to the side and used his momentum to knock him down.

            Naoya scoffed. “Day One. Not starting well, Captain,” he simpered sarcastically.

            Megumi glared at him for a moment before turning to his troops. “Soldiers!”

            The entire group of people froze at his tone, even Noritoshi and (Y/N) in the middle of their fight.

            “What is the meaning of this?” asked Megumi, crossing his arms and looking judgmentally down at Noritoshi and (Y/N).

            They scrambled to their feet. “He needed to prove he knew what he was talking about when it came to battle,” said Noritoshi defensively.

            “Is that the truth?” questioned Megumi, looking at (Y/N).

            “He asked me to fight him,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “And you said yes?” Megumi raised an eyebrow. (Y/N) just nodded in response. Megumi deadpanned. “I don’t know if that is stupid or confident. What’s your name, soldier?”

            “(Male/N),” said (Y/N), keeping herself impassive and formal with the captain.

            “(Male/N)…” Megumi looked her up and down. “Try to stay out of trouble.” He looked at Noritoshi. “And stop picking fights.”

            “Yes, sir,” said Noritoshi.

            “Yes, Captain,” said (Y/N).

            Megumi looked out over his men. “That goes for all of you. Unnecessary fights will hurt our chances against the Curses. Now, prepare yourselves. Tomorrow, the real work begins.”

[venushasvixens]

Oct. 1st - Stretching (Lotor x Reader) / Kinktober 2021

[A/N] ahhh, first Kinktober! Okay, want to thank everyone for their patience and lets start off the month right. Mwah, enjoy slut puppies 👻🎃🖤.

WARNING: 18+, contains themes that adult oriented.

“I-I need more of you!” You cried out, your small pussy being stretched to the brim with Lotor’s huge cock.

He held onto your hips as you tried your best to sink onto him, but you weren’t even halfway there. He kissed and sucked on your neck, leaving bite marks. When the Galra mate, it was with extreme force and roughness. Lotor knowing this, was trying to have mercy on your human body. You did reassure him earlier you could handle whatever was thrown at you.

“Y-you feel amazing just like this, my sweet.” He spoke softly, stimulating the tip of his cock with your tight hole.

“No- ah, I can take m-more, please?” You pleaded as Lotor came to a stop. “Please, my emperor?”

That was all you had to say as Lotor pushed you down further. He watched as you cried out in pain and pleasure, accommodating his monster size. Having you bunched up his arms, he gently laid you on your back. He wanted to give you everything, every last bit of him. He fully sheathed himself inside of you, the base of his cock right at your entrance.

Slowly he pumped in and out of you, watching the bulge of his cock move below your navel and into your stomach. Oh stars, that got him even hotter. You couldn't outstretch your legs apart enough.

“So beautiful,” he moaned as he thrusted into you. “Just fit for me.”

You nodded as you let your head fall, overcoming with ecstasy. God, how you wanted more. Fuck being torn apart, your and your Prince’s pleasure was all you needed. Something primal awoke in you, wanting to be roughed up and bruised at the end of this night. That’s what you get for ruling the Galra. You eventually become one.

“M-my love- ahh, be rough with me,”you keened , looking into Lotor’s eyes. He feigns worry, afraid he is going to hurt you.

“I-if I begin, I cannot stop my sweet, do you really want that?” Lotor asked cautiously.

Glaring dead set into his eyes, you growled. “I want you to hurt me, now.”

There was a viciousness behind your eyes, full of lust and want, one that Lotor had only seen in fearsome battles. If you were up for a fight, he was going to give you a good one.

Pulling back out of you, Lotor slammed back into your needy pussy, causing loud yelp out of you. He pounded hard and fast into you, his balls slapping against your ass. Holding you close to his body, Lotor bit down on your shoulder, puncturing the skin.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes, my Prince!” You howled, feeling a fire seep out of you. Your hole was destroyed, now made especially for Lotor. Your walls pulsed and squeezed around him best you could, trying to milk the cum out of his cock.

You were completely ravaged, made unhinged. You growled as you kissed Lotor roughly, your mouth yearning for his. Your tongues clashed, fighting for the top spot. It was all getting to be too much for Lotor.

He pulled back, wanting to watch you in all your feral glory. His hands held your hips in place, giving hard, full thrusts into you. Gripping the sheets behind you, your orgasm came with full force, shooting heat into all limbs. You screamed as you came, giving in to the flames. This only felt better as Lotor released himself into you, one more powerful thrust doing the trick.

You were locked together, now bonded. It only seemed right that love and trust could make sex great. This was mile high to come off of, and it seemed like vargas until you both were calm.

You looked up at Lotor, panting and groaning softly. Reaching up, you wiped away the sweat from his forehead, placing both hands onto either side of his face. You gave him a sweet kiss, letting your forehead rest against his. He stroked your hair, his eyes closed.

“You really are made for me.” Lotor said lowly, smiling. “You did so well.”

“Thank you, my Prince.” Your heart swelled.

[mooncademia]

Ref:rain — Gojou Satoru x reader

Pairing: gojou x reader

Genre: fluff! + slightly spicy make-out session that gets interrupted (oops! ☺️) (warning: slight language!)

a/n: ive had this in my draft for months but im suddenly reminiscing jjk and finally got around to edit and finish it. i hope you guys enjoy it :)

[12:57 a.m.]

You should have been sleeping right now, but instead, you were on the bed in front of Gojou with your hands cupping his face. You’ve managed to lock Gojou against the bed frame and cradled his lap. Your knees were lifted at just the perfect height to kiss him tenderly on the lips and you could feel his hands massaging rhythmic circles on your hips as you kissed him passionately.

This evening, Gojou texted you that the earliest he could come and see you from work was next week, but of course, being the sly tease he is, he surprised you at night with a spontaneous fumble of your doorknob, your favorite flowers in his hand, and that classic fucking smirk that he always have on whenever he sees your cute shocked look.

And being too swooned and shock to even get a smidgen mad at your boyfriend for almost making you blast out your “emo playlist” (aka: all the sad and emotional songs by Daughter) you ran to your door and threw your arms around him, snuggling your face in his jujutsu uniform.

You closed your eyes are you wrapped your arms tightly around him, inhaling his scent like a warm summer breeze. Wrapping your arms around him was one of the biggest things you’ve missed for the last few months it, it was just like puzzle pieces finally coming together. It fits.

When you broke away, you still had your arms around his neck, and when your eyes met your boyfriend, you shot him your perfected death stare--the kind that always leaves Gojou largely unaffected by your glare and instead chuckle.  

“Miss me?” Gojou asked, peering down at you with a charming smile on his face. You could barely see his eyes through his dark sunglasses but you could tell they were glistening with excitement.

“After three months of not seeing you?” You tilted your head and shrugged playfully. “Hmm......Maybe.” You looked up at him and gave him a sneered eye and a pout. “I don’t think I can trust your word anymore, Gojou Satoru.” You teased.

Gojou cocked his head to the right and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “A little surprised doesn’t hurt, babe.”

You cupped his right cheek and let out a puff of air through your nose, shaking your head slightly with a grin. You were still in disbelief that after so many weeks being away, your boyfriend was finally here.

Your eyes slowly soften as your eyes trailed down to his lips, your thumb ran through his lips and you knew that Gojou was already aware of what you were thinking at the moment because before you could even say anything, he leaned down to capture your lips against his. The kiss was so deep and so long, that it had your knees weak and before you knew it, he’s managed to magically carry you to the bedroom in a blink of an eye.

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You were often the one following Gojou’s leads in the bed, but after so many days without seeing him, your kisses increasingly grew more needy and hungry. Heat flushed to your cheeks when Gojou responded with a slip of his tongue into your mouth as he hugged your body tighter from below. You let out a soft mewl when you felt his tongue flicker in your mouth, making Gojou reply with a soft groan, adoring your whimpers in your deep kiss. He opened his eyes a bit to see your eyes squeezed shut in bliss through his shades. Your eyebrows were softly tightened in delight as if you were on cloud nine and immeasurable pleasure seeped into you as you continued to kiss him with your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping his snow white hair softly.

But as lust filled the night and kisses grew more heated, a loud gurgling sound in your stomach broke the tension like a knife. Your eyes immediately snapped open and you pulled away, sputtering out a cough from the surprise and embarrassment coming from your belly.

You heard Gojou laugh aloud. He tucked his chin down so you could see his piercing blue eyes behind his shades lock directly with yours. He arched an eyebrow up and a coy smirk was plastered on his face.

“You hungry?” He asked, voice lush and teasing.

“Gojou!” Your face flushed with embarrassment as you clutched one hand over your stomach and another hand over your mouth, wiping away the string of saliva from your swollen lips  that connected the two of you. Gojou let out a chuckle, caressing your thighs up and down. You looked so cute with your face flushed where a minute ago your eyes were glazed with lust and now you looked like an adorable innocent puppy.

“Do you want to go grab something to eat?” He asked, leaning in to plant his lips on your neck. You could feel the light chuckle dancing on his lips on your neck, making you feel even more embarrassed.

You didn’t want to abruptly stop everything. There was still fiery passion in your heart and a pool of heat waiting to be released so you bit your lip and shook your head in response.

“Let’s continue,” you said timidly.

Gojou chuckled and he moved his hand up to cup your cheek, admiring your features as you looked at him somewhat shyly now. His laughter began to fade as he caressed your right cheek tenderly, eyeing your still-swollen lips once more before tilting your chin downwards to taste it once again. But before he could press his lips against yours, another gurgling noise from your stomach echoed the room and you pulled away, head turning to the side giving everything up while Gojou lets out abrupt fits of laughter.

“ARGH! I can’t kiss like this!” You cried frustratedly, shifting your hips around his lap in disappointed. The intense makeout session was now replaced with Gojou laughs that were so infectious that even your lips couldn’t help but twitch a smile.

“Hey!” You pouted at him, still clutching your stomach.

“Awe its okay, it’s cute! We can always continue later. You just tasted something too sweet,” Gojou stated with a smirk, making you playfully push his shoulder away. He wraps your waist and lifts his knees up once more so you were propped higher.

“Come on, let’s go out then. Mind as well stop by somewhere to aid that stomach of yours ,” He said giving you a quick peck on the lips to wipe away that cute embarrassed look that you still had.

Your eyes slowly brightened and a smile began to form.  “Now?”

“Now,” Gojou mirrored back your smile as you clapped happily and got off his lap, grabbing your coat.

You pondered for a bit at the thought and a big grin flashed across your face. “Convenient store junk it is!” You happily squealed making a quick twirl in the room. It was past midnight but eating the goodies from the convenient store during this time of day was just as special as a fancy dinner out. It has been one of your common shared memories with Gojou and you couldn’t have anything better planned.

Gojou propped himself up and watched you jump up and down already listing all the things you wanted to buy out loud, even counting all the items with your fingers. His heart swells up with a soft feeling and his cocky smirk was replaced with a soft one. Only you could make him feel such a feeling…the same exact feeling when he sees you smile, laugh, or even when you were talking about something so passionately. He realized he was probably lost in his thoughts for a while because when you turned around to see him still sitting on the edge of the bed, your eyes laced in confusion.

“What’s wrong?”

Gojou blinked behind his shades shook his head.

“Nothing…” he said in a surprisingly low voice. You saw a soft gentle smile form on his lips which made you bit your lip in awe.

You slowly made your way over to him and your laced your fingers through his hair once more, caressing it in a way that he likes. You hummed in satisfactory when Gojou wrapped his arms around you again.

“Y/N?”

You looked down, and in that moment, you lifted a hand to take off his shades, revealing his ice blue eyes and white eyelashes at its full beauty and glory. His eyes were soft…not in lust or sadness…but rather….pure euphoria.

“Hm?” You responded with a smile, gently gliding a thumb right below his eye.

“I love you.”

You froze, staring down at him in suprise with your eyes widened. This wasn’t the first time Gojou had said this to you, but every time he does it shows his soft side. A side he doesn’t normally show to others. His words always sends something so special to your heart, something that couldn’t be replaced. You weren’t used to hearing it but oh, how you loved it so much.

You smiled back and leaned down for a sweet kiss on the lips. You pulled away to admire your boyfriend’s face once more.

“I love you too, Satoru~”

[imaginethathaikyuu]

kinktober - day six

bokuto koutarou - impregnation 

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list  

NSFW warning featuring: impregnation/breeding kink, dirty talk, showing ownership, unprotected sex, creampie, slight cockwarming  other tags: married au, pro volleyball player bokuto, starting a family, trying to get pregnant, mentions of frustration 

definition of impregnation/breeding kink: “An impregnation kink is marked by intense arousal from the possibility of impregnating one's partner or becoming pregnant via the act of unprotected vaginal intercourse.” word count: 1781 - There was nothing like a win. 

Sure, a good game is good no matter the outcome. But Bokuto doesn’t just play for the sake of the game. 

He plays to win. To hear the crowd cheer when he scores the point that makes the game his - to feel that rush of knowing he’s the best. To fight, and fight, and fight, and walk off the court as the victor. 

And when it’s all over and you run into his arms, a proud grin on your face as he scoops you up and twirls you around and basks in his own glory, well - that’s exactly what winning is to Bokuto. 

You gave him a big kiss, and he laughed into it. “Did I make you proud?” he asked against your lips. 

“So proud.” 

He squeezed you tight, knowing he had to put you down; he had meetings and press and interviews to do, and he had no idea how he’d get through it all without you in his arms. 

“We’re celebrating tonight,” he said, and you knew what he meant. “Tonight’s our night.” 

He didn’t get to see you again until he finally made it back to the hotel, a good two hours after the game was over. And he scooped you right back up into his arms; he was still buzzing from the big win. 

You could tell, you could see it. His smile was big and bright and permanent, he was kicking his feet against the floor like he does before a game. 

That’s exactly what he saw this as, and he was ready for another win tonight as he put you down on the bed.

“Tonight’s the night, my girl. I can feel it.” 

“Can you?” you taunted, watching as his restless hands lifted your shirt. 

“You can’t?” 

“I’m just saying,” you had to pause as he pulled the shirt off of you, “you’ve said that before, Kou.” 

“No, I mean it this time. There’s magic in the air, babe.” 

You hummed. “Magic, huh?” 

“Magic, baby,” he laughed. “Come on. We’re in the nicest hotel in the city - I’m on a winning streak. Tonight’s our night, pretty girl.” 

You chuckled, “You said the same thing on our honeymoon,” and you thought about it for a second, knowing that the odds are tonight wouldn’t be the night, not in the way the two of you hoped. “It can’t hurt to try,” you replied as excitement and fear and nervousness all mingled in the pit of your stomach. 

Koutarou pouted, the volume of his voice dropped. “I know we’ve been trying for a while… You still want to try, don’t you?” 

You didn’t even have to think about your answer. “Of course.”

“Then let’s try. What’s stopping us?” 

You looked for an answer to that question as Koutarou kissed your neck, unbuttoned your pants, and got himself comfortable on top of you. 

Nothing was stopping you, but every time you thought about doing this - trying again to get to start your family with him - you saw nothing but a roadblock. It’d been a year since the first time Bokuto brought up having kids. A year without birth control, a year of negative tests, a long year of trying and failing. And you thought it was supposed to be easy. The two of you have all the parts, yet they didn’t seem to work. It was like something was missing. 

And if you can’t even do a good job at getting pregnant, how could you ever expect to be able to raise a child? 

“Hey, baby girl. Get out of your head - I can’t make magic by myself, can I?” 

You laughed, “You’re going to do most of the work anyway,” making him laugh with you. 

“Are you forgetting my job is the easy one? Fucking a baby into you isn’t the hard part.” 

“Seems like it,” you grumbled. “If we would have gotten pregnant the first time -” 

“We wouldn’t be here right now,” he argued. “We wouldn’t be making magic tonight. What do we always say, baby?” 

“It’ll happen when it’s meant to happen,” you said, sighing through the overused line. 

“That’s it.” He tilted your chin to make you look up at him, and the sunshine beaming from his smiling face easily lifted your spirits. “When it’s meant to be. We’re doing everything we can - patience, babe. You need patience.” 

“No, I don’t. You need to hurry up.” 

“I’m going as fast as I can!” He was laughing as he stripped himself down to his underwear, and you watched with as much patience as you can muster. 

“Now take my clothes off,” you said, and he scoffed at you. 

“I really am doing all the work, huh?” Even though he was laughing he complied, because he saw this task as something he was privileged to do. He’s constantly blown away that he gets to do this with you, that you chose him to be your partner for life, that you loved him even half as much as he loved you. And, in all reality, he’d do anything you asked him to do, no matter the task, and he’d do it as if it was as easy as taking off your clothes. Anything is worth it if it’s for you. 

“Would you rather I strip myself?” 

“No,” he mumbled, pressing his lips to your chest. “You always take too long, anyway.” 

“You’re taking too long,”  you said in a whisper. “Just hurry up, Koutarou.” 

“I’m hurrying.” He finally tugged your underwear down, leaving you completely bare. “I’ve been wanting you so bad all night - I get so hard just looking at you, baby.” 

His fingers met with your entrance and two of them slid into you, pumping against your walls in a way that was so good yet not good enough. But you knew you’d get your fill soon. 

“Gotta get you ready to take all of me, baby, gotta get you ready to be filled up.” 

“I want it so bad, Kou,” you whined, thrusting against his hand as if it would help at all - it didn’t, it only made your need for him grow. 

“I know you do, my girl,” he said with a grin. “You want it now, babe? You want me to fuck my baby into you now?” 

“Please - fuck me, please.” 

Koutarou could watch your desperate hip thrusts all night, he could listen to you begging for him forever, but he needed you too much to hold back any longer.  

So he didn’t hold back, and before he could even kick his boxers all the way off he was inside you and moaning loud at the feeling. 

“Fucking finally,” he cursed, giving himself a second to catch his breath and you time to adjust. “Been needing your tight cunt all day.” 

All you could do was lie back and let your husband take you however he wanted to; by now Koutarou was lost in you, lost in his own world where the only thing that mattered was both of your pleasure. 

“Gonna fill you nice and full, my girl,” he told you, meaning every word. “As much as it takes ‘til you’ve got my baby in you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes -” 

“Tell me. Tell me that’s what you want - tell me you want me to fuck you ‘til you’re full. Say it.” 

It was hard to get any words out - all you could think about was the possibility of Koutarou’s words coming true, and it was sending you and your entire body to the edge. 

“Just fuck me,” you managed to choke out, “fuck your baby into me, Koutarou - oh, fuck.” 

“Cum with me,” he begged. “Come on, make me cum, milk my cock, take it.” 

You were seeing stars and you weren’t even cumming yet - Koutarou was hardly even giving you his best yet. 

He pulled both of your legs up and underneath him, bending them into your chest, basically folding you in half, and it was like he was reaching places inside you that you didn’t even know existed. He was pumping into you fast and hard, strong and deep - all with a proud smile on his face as he listened to your cries for him. 

“Gonna make you all mine,” he said proudly. “Gonna mark you as mine, make sure everyone knows it. I’m so fucking close, baby girl - I’m going to give you exactly what you want, baby.” 

You didn’t even hear him - your orgasm hit you suddenly, and it was like you were underwater. The only thing you could think about was the euphoria he was giving you; the only thing you could feel was Koutarou pounding his own pleasure into you. 

In a few seconds, your head was finally above the surface, and everything had slowed down save for your beating heart and Koutarou’s fleeting breath. 

You straightened your legs out, and he let himself fall down, making himself comfortable on top of you. He tucked his face into your neck, whining against your skin at the feeling of still being inside you. 

“Why are you squeezing me so much - fuck - stop it!” 

You laughed, “I can’t help it! Pull out if you don’t like it!” 

“No,” he said, “it feels good,” and it left both of you giggling. “I don’t want any of my cum going to waste, babe - just making sure you’re really filled up.” 

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Kou,” you said, but he wasn’t hearing it. 

“You feel it?” His hands roamed your body as his hips started rocking again. “That magic in the air. It’s inside you - I just know it.” 

“I feel it,” you told him, trying your best to believe it. 

“We’ll keep trying,” he said, kissing you as he finally pulled out of you, “keep making our magic til it works. We’ll have our little family in no time, I know it.” 

“Do you really think so?” 

“Don’t you believe in me?” 

The puppy-like look he was giving you would make you believe anything he was saying, and you just couldn’t take your eyes off of his. 

“I play to win,” he reminded you, and even though he was serious you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. 

But you believed him, because you could feel it, too. It was like all the stars were aligned in your favor; every moment you ever shared with this man had culminated to now. You had to wait for a reason, you knew that now more than ever. 

And if you had to wait even longer, you would try not to mind - it would only give the two of you more time to try again, after all.

- 

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 7: bored and ignored

[dreaminpetals]

Can you do Idv Andrew relationships Hcs, maybe add nsfw if it's not too hard. thank you so much also I love your writing style :))

⏳ Andrew Relationship HCs . . .

SFW ;;

��� when andrew first arrived at the manor, everyone welcomed him pretty well but nobody ever went out of their way to make him feel welcome

♡ except for you

♡ you'd always make sure he had something to eat, an umbrella for the sun, and would help him walk if he felt dizzy or couldn't see very well

♡ he couldn't understand why a stranger was being so kind to a monster like him

♡ he was so enamoured with you, it was like you had put a spell on him

♡ thank goodness his shaggy hair covers so much of his face because every time your hands touched when you handed him a snack he'd blush furiously

♡ when you shared an umbrella with him, he was squirming so hard from how happy you made him and how new this feeling was.. you noticed he was walking weird and thought it was due to his condition, not that he was trying to stop himself from bouncing like a puppy every time he walked with you

♡ before the sound of footsteps shook him to his core, now he associates them with you approaching him to tell him about your latest match and he gets 🦋🦋🦋

♡ andrew is a religious man, so he figured you were an angel sent to watch over him

♡ you laughed when he referred to you as an angel but secretly... you didn't mind the name

♡ whatever you were, he felt blessed by your presence and unworthy of your kindness

♡ when he asked why you never degraded him for his condition, you explained that the timeline you were from before reaching the manor is about a hundred years ahead of his so you knew all about albinism, you even had classmates with it

♡ he stared at you in awe and sniffed back tears, thinking about how people like him were able to attend school and make friends

♡ you held his hand when you noticed him battling the urge to cry

♡ he'd never felt such warmth before

♡ andrew was the kindest, most gentle man you've ever met and it felt like daggers to your heart when he told you about how he was tormented his whole life

♡ that was when you kissed him and whispered, cupping his cheek and staring lovingly into his eyes, "it's okay andrew, they're all gone now, we all love you here... i love you,"

♡ he nearly fell off the bench the two of you were sitting on

♡ hearing those words, feeling your warm lips on his icy chapped ones;;;; he pinched his wrist under the assumption he was dreaming

♡ "this can't be real, if it is... she has to be deceiving me... nobody could ever..." poor andrew didn't know he was speaking out loud

♡ you hushed him and pulled him close to you, so close he could feel the heat radiating off your body, and planted a kiss on the crown of his head. "andrew... please don't say that. it's okay if you don't feel the same, but... i want to be yours,"

♡ he stiffened up in your arms and nodded profusely

♡ he was tongue tied, especially when it came to the word love. he's never loved or been loved before this

♡ love was a scary word for him but his nodding told you that he felt the same way, he was happy, he was warm, he wanted more kisses, he wanted you, he loved you

♡ the two of you laid there while you rubbed his back and whispered words of endearment into his ear, he was completely relaxed for the first time in his life

♡ luca and victor passed by you two and victor promptly slipped a coin into luca's pocket

♡ "told ya they were gonna get together eventually," luca snickered before whistling at you two, mortifying you in the process

♡ your relationship is the softest thing ever

♡ andrew loves to hear about the future

♡ even if he's completely lost when you describe video games to him, he cherishes being able to hear you speak about what you're passionate about

♡ plenty of nights he falls asleep to you reading aloud to him, andrew loves to snuggle up to you and nod off to a bedtime story told by his love

♡ he's a very attentive lover, always picking up on what you like and what you don't

♡ dating is a brand new concept to him so there's lots of explanations you have to give, it's all worth it though. andrew is like a puppy around you, he's sooo so so happy and in love

♡ he sometimes feels insecure about holding your hand, especially in the winter, due to how cold he is but you told him he made you feel so warm inside that it cancelled out

♡ that's how you make andrew so flustered he has to hide his face in his hands 101

♡ he's ripped from digging graves all day long and can give you piggyback rides

♡ you beg him to run around with you in his arms but he always refuses, he doesn't wanna drop you

♡ doesn't matter, getting picked up by him and hearing both of you laugh in sync while your legs wiggle in the air is the best part anyways

♡ speaking of his laugh

♡ he'll laugh at whatever joke you tell him, whether he understands it or not

♡ he loves you call you angel, sweetheart, honey, dear... especially like, my dear sweet wonderful y/n the light of my life my angel from above - he thinks the more petnames he stacks, the more love he conveys for you. it gets ridiculous at times

♡ you two never fight and can agree on pretty much everything

♡ the second somebody in the manor makes a joke about you two getting married, he seriously considers it and goes searching for rings

♡ he wants to be with you for the rest of his life 🥺

NSFW ;;

♡ if you thought andrew was inexperienced in relationships, just wait till you want to take things to the next level with him

♡ i feel like he'd know what sex is but only because he was told not to do it before marriage and he knows that it makes babies, he has no idea people do it out of love

♡ he's so affection starved that he gets horny when you do the smallest things

♡ he'd never dare to speak on it though

♡ your clothes dip to reveal your chest or ass and he feels something down there, but he doesn't know what to do about it and feels humiliated

♡ he thinks he's being cursed, he's been too lucky and too happy for far too long

♡ the final straw is when he accidentally opens the door while you're getting changed and he catches a glimpse of your naked body

♡ he's reduced to a trembling mess who can't do anything but palm himself through his cassock

♡ that's when you have to explain to him that he's just horny and there's nothing wrong with sex, even if you aren't married

♡ you emphasize that you'd love to do it with him and you've wanted to for a long time

♡ he trusts you but he's so embarrassed he doesn't know where to start

♡ you start off by slowly undressing him and running your hands all over his body, kissing every scar and praising him endlessly

♡ he's shaking and dripping so much precum with every word of endearment, he's waited so long for this to happen

♡ you sit in his lap and stare into his eyes and he cums before you even get to his lower half

♡ he can't sit up straight and clings to you for support, he's never had any sort of sexual action before and this poor guy is way too sensitive

♡ showing his body to you was scary but with the way you tenderly kissed him and drew circles on his skin with nothing but pure adoration, he realized maybe he wasn't so ugly after all

♡ your first time with him lasts hours and he proposes to you seconds after pulling out because he wants to do that with you everyday from now on without feeling guilty

♡ nobody thought he would have such a high sex drive but he's like a rabbit, he always wants to touch you and make you feel good

♡ he can't initiate things but you can tell by the way he squirms and eyes you when you walk in the room that he's about to explode

♡ those years of isolation did something to him

♡ his favourite activity is when you give him handjobs because he's scared of hurting you somehow, paradise for him is sitting in bed together while you pump his cock and kiss him gently

♡ his hands and fingers are HUGE and super calloused so the friction feels like heaven when he gets the guts to touch you

♡ not to mention his dick is like the eiffel tower, he needs to learn how to use it bcos it is biiig

♡ he's so addicted to the noises and faces you make when you cum, you truly are an angel to him

♡ he loves to go slow and savour every moment, but right before he cums his carnal side comes out and he's like an animal

♡ he goes from soft cries to straight up growling

♡ something unexpected he loves is bath sex

♡ the two of you covered in bubbles in a warm bath getting each other off makes him so happy, especially when you're back from a particularly gruesome match

♡ he'll be extra soft if you have any injuries

♡ andrew is willing to try anything that you want, even if he thinks he won't like it, he wants to make his darling happy

♡ he doesn't like when you bury your face in a pillow or try to hide from him, he wants to see your body in all its glory and worship it like you do his

♡ his moans can get so loud that your neighbours victor and luca have to smack the wall to tell you to quiet down in there

♡ which is pretty unfair since they aren't any quieter either :/

[asknarashikari]

Minific idea: Emu getting a hold of the ToQgers and Kotaro and even Juru. What would he do with the kids? would he play video games with them?

Well...

"Oh, you didn't just- Hikari, how could you, you blue-shelled me!"

"You snooze, you lose." Hikari said, sticking his tongue out at Right.

"Tokacchi, you'll drive me off Rainbow Road!" complained Kagura.

"I'm sorry, I just can't get the hang of this controller!" Tokacchi cried.

"Haha, eat my dust you guys!" Mio cheered as she got a speed boost.

Emu smiled as he glanced over at the kids gathered in front of his TV, playing Mario Kart on his Wii. It was nice to hear some wholesome ribbing during one of these things instead of the cursing and trash-talking he heard from his friends whenever they had game nights.

Emu wasn't entirely sure why he ended up charged with the care of the ToQgers. Supposedly, they had tried to contact Kouta, but he was busy being Fruit Jesus and all, so they went to their successor, the Ninningers, who then went to Shinnosuke, who then went to him. Emu tried to say no, citing his tiredness from work and wanting to sleep early...

But, once they showed up at his doorstep, in all their pre-teen glory, puppy-eyes and pouty lips and all, there was no way he could say no to them.

The microwave went off and he went to retrieve the meat that he had heated up, putting them on top of bowls of rice and cracking a fresh egg over each of them. "Hey guys, dinner's ready!" he called. "Come get your bowls, we can eat in front of the TV since I don't have room here."

"Yay!" the kids cheered, dropping their controllers and rushing to Emu's dinner table to get their gyudon and chopsticks. "Thanks, Emu-sensei!"

"No problem," Emu said, finding that he meant it despite his earlier misgivings. He got his own dinner and plopped on the couch with the kids. "So, since we can't game while we eat, how about we watch something? What do you guys want to see?"

[hanjizung]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣  𝕕𝕒𝕪  𝟘𝟙: 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜.

Hyunjin x Reader.

Word count: 1.3k

♡ Warnings ♡: Smut, oral (m), riding, creampie, size kink.

【ｐｒｅｖｉｏｕｓ　ｄａｙ　||　ｎｅｘｔ　ｄａｙ】

【Ｋｉｎｋｔｏｂｅｒ　ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

Sometimes when Hyunjin went out shopping with you, walking hand by hand with you and hugging you close to him so you wouldn't get lost in the crowds was when you felt the most protected.

Walking next to someone as tall as Hyunjin could be a struggle for people like you. Your steps were shorter than his, but he always smiled and walked next to you understanding that he gave long steps.

For you, being in his arms was like being at home, and luckily for you he loved having you having you that close.

Another thing you noticed he loved was when you struggled to get something from a cabinet, or straight up just struggled to get things down from high places.

Today was one of those lazy days he had nothing to do, asking you if he could come hang out with you. Answering him excitedly, you told him your house was also his and that he was welcomed to come whenever he wanted to.

So here you were, making dinner for the both of you while he talked about his week, telling you how badly he had missed you and overall just taking any chance to make you smile.

You also told him about your week, how you had been doing at work but you got cut short when you had to pick something from above the fridge, trying to get it down on your tippy toes but failing miserably, having to look at your boyfriend with puppy eyes and a pout for him to help you.

He laughed at you, yes, but it wasn't his intention to make fun of you. He just said you were pocket sized and stood up, walking behind you and taking a random object, giving it to you.

"It's not that what I was trying to grab, look at where I'm pointing!" it was your turn to laugh, Hyunjin seeming clueless about what you needed from up there.

He gave you another few things, but not what you needed. At the end, he grabbed you by the waist and carried you so you could get yourself the item you wanted.

But he took you by surprise and you screamed, placing your tiny hands on his wrist to make sure he was golding you good and then you were able to get the box you needed.

The only problem was; it wasn't there.

You asked Hyunjin to put you down, and you began looking for the damn box in every drawer, starting from the ones at the bottom.

It was all good, but Hyunjin wasn't helping you. He only stared at you going from cabinet to cabinet, bending down and standing on your toes.

Annoyed, you looked at Hyunjin and was about to ask him if he was having fun.

But the evident bulge on his jeans left it clear that he was indeed having the time of his life watching you struggle.

"Baby, you're so adorable, bending and moving a chair to stand on it… You're so tiny" Hyunjin laughed, his eyes disappearing with the smile he showed you. You pouted again at his words, walking to the living room and sitting down on the couch.

You heard him walk behind you, and you sat looking at the TV with your arms folded. It wasn't fair he got to make fun of your height, yeah you liked being smaller than him but he always said how cute you were, looking down at you and bending to kiss you on the lips.

Being small had its pros and cons.

You felt the space next to you sink, Hyunjin pulling you on his lap and cupping your cheek. You tried so hard to not let his touch affect you, but your love for him was stronger so you leaned on his hand and unfolded your arms.

"Baby, you're so tiny and when I see you struggling because you're short all I can think of is how cute you look sucking me off and how tight it feels when I'm inside you" Hyunjin whispered, nuzzling your neck and whispering into your ear, kissing the shell of your ear. You shivered, Hyunjin's words having an effect on you.

Your hand snaked down his chest to the bulge on his jeans, squeezing it, gaining a groan from him. He rested his hand above the one on his crotch, a fire on his eyes as he pulled his dick free.

"On your knees, angel" he commanded. You did what he told you to, moving from his lap to the floor between his opened legs and you licked your lips, staring at his red tip. He didn't say anything, all it took was a nod for you to start tasting him, the salty flavor of his precum on your tongue.

Hyunjin couldn't help but moan, you looked so tiny trying to take his full cock inside your mouth, taking him little by little until it reached the back of your throat and you gagged. Hyunjin placed his hands on your hair, stroking it gently before grabbing a fist of it and pulling out of your mouth.

You placed your hands on his thighs, ready for him to thrust into your mouth and choke you with his big cock. You knew he liked hearing you moan around him, the size of his cock making you seem smaller in front of him. So beautiful…

"Fuck, angel. You're so small…It's amazing how well you can take my cock in your mouth" you swirled your tongue around him, your small hands working at the base of his cock.

"Baby, if you keep up with this I'm gonna cum in your face. Is that what you want?" you stopped your movements, looking up at him with a hurt expression moving your head indicating him no.

"Where do you want me to cum, then? Tell me, angel, you sucked me so good, you deserve a reward and the reward will be choosing where I cum" you stood up from the ground, straddling his lap and grinding against his dick. You panties had a wet patch on them, Hyunjin could feel it, the moan he emitted when that certain spot rubbed against him confirmed it.

"I want you to cum inside me, please. I wanna feel you filling me up so badly, and tell me I'm a good girl" you cried out, your hands on his shoulders as he moaned one more time at your words.

He pulled your dress up, leaving you only in your cute panties which he moved to the side and teased your hole with his red tip.

"Fuck, you're soaking, Y/N, you're so wet…" he started pushing himself into you, stretching you out little by little as you held onto his shoulders, leaving marks in them with your nails.

"Ride me, baby" Hyunjin ordered. You started working on that, moaning and whimpering on the crook of his neck. Meanwhile, he watched you carefully, examining your features when he was too deep into you and you felt like you were in paradise, the familiar sensation of a knot building in your stomach as you ignored how your tight started to hurt and tried so hard to find your glorious release.

A wave of satisfaction washed through you, Hyunjin grabbing your hips and moving your body to find his own high and finishing inside you, the feeling of his seed filling you making you moan Hyunjin's name in a way he wouldn't be able to forget in his life.

You stayed like that for a moment, feeling the warm liquid trailing down your thighs. It took you a few moments for your legs to stabilize themselves, once you did you pushed yourself off him to lay next to him.

You stayed in comfortable silence, until a not so nice smell reached your nose and you jumped alarmed, running to the kitchen.your boyfriend only watched you run in all your naked glory to the kitchen while you said:

"I forgot to turn off the stove, the food is gonna burn!"

[stxvercgersslut]

I don’t know

A/n: Like the title says I have no idea what this is, honestly I don’t know. It’s just a Drabble. There’s no actual discription to this since I don’t even know what it’s gonna be. Let’s find out together huh? 😅 this is such a mess I’m so sorry 😂

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, angst, little bit of fluff at the end.

“Y/n, come on! You can’t just keep doing this every fucking time a girl even remotely shows interest in me!” Chris groaned, staring you dead in the eyes with a stern ass look on his face, whilst you say there on the couch looking terrified. You were cowering like a puppy who’d just upset their owner. But this puppy was ready to fight back.

With a low chuckle you looked up, mortified at the words that had just left your boyfriends mouth. How dare he come back to your apartment with you and then begin to argue about the situation you had tried to block out.

“Interest in you? Are you actually fucking shitting me right now? She was not showing interest in you Chris!” You yelled back, tears stinging in your eyes as you attempted to calm down yet no matter how hard you tried nothing was working. Not even distracting yourself was going to work since Chris had stormed back into the room whilst you were attempting to have a nap just minutes ago.

“Oh really? She wasn’t was she? Well would you care to enlighten me as to what exactly my friend was doing?” Chris asked with a slight cock of his eyebrow.

Now you had to laugh, you had to laugh at your idiotic boyfriend! Could he not see what was going on?

“SHE WAS EYE HUMPING YOU!” You screamed, instantly regretting your words.

“Eye humping? Seriously?” The look on Chris’s face was a look of sheer shock. Clearly he hadn’t expected you to be so sure of yourself and not even the slightest bit sorry.

That look right there was enough to break your heart and make you feel guilty for everything that you had done. After all you were already wavering on the edge of bursting into tears. Yeah you definitely needed to fix this.

“Yes seriously! Chris she was all over you, touching your arm, running her fingers through your hair. She even called you ‘sexy!’ Did you miss that huh? Because I didn’t. I didn’t miss the sounds that she made when you brushed past her. And I didn’t miss the way that she stared at you all night, smirking to herself when you literally just hugged her! It was like she didn’t give the slightest shit that I was there!” Now the tears from your eyes wer falling.

Chris was speechless, totally and utterly shocked that you would ever say those things to him. How could he had missed that? How was he so blind that he hadn’t noticed his girlfriend looking upset all night because some other girl, his closest friend for that, was all over him. He had to be the worlds shittiest person right?

After a long pause Chris finally spoke. “Y/n.....just because she was all over me....or whatever doesn’t give you the right to do what you did.....gracie didn’t deserve that”

Okay now it was your turn to cringe in discomfort as you looked down to the floor like a little hurt puppy.

Yes you knew that shoving Gracies face into a choclate fountain and pouring water all over her before screaming “congratulations you’ve always wanted to be a brunette I’ve saved you the money” in front of all of the guest was a bit drastic. But in your defence you were slightly drunk and not really thinking clearly.

Yet the second Chris yelled at you for being so stupid, you’d practically sobered up.

“The right thing? Are you seriously lecturing me on the right thing?” You asked completely shocked

“Yes yes I am y/n! Because you clearly don’t know what the right thing is! You made Gracie cry! Are you that selfish that you don’t give a shot about other people’s feelings?” Chris growled back, causing you to jump back a little as he raised his voice.

Now that had hurt you, hearing Chris say those words really fucking hurt. How were you supposed to come back from that? Seriously how? He’d just called you selfish!

With a sad voice you mumbled “I’m not selfish, she wanted you...” before you ran off to your shared bedroom and practically began bawling your eyes out. You couldn’t help it, his words had really hurt you.

It was at that point that Chris realised he’d fucked up. The sound of your voice cracking as you escaped the room and ran into your shared bedroom had broken his heart. How could he have been so stupid?

He should have known that you hadn’t done what you had done for no reason. Yet he was being a dick and just thinking about himself and his friend instead of thinking about you! His girlfriend. He loved you.

He loved you! He really fucking loved you, But now he’d made you cry and he’d forever feel guilty about that. He was literally the text book definition of an asshole.

It had taken Chris 3 hours to calm down from his extremely angered state before he finally wandered into the bedroom.

As he walked into the bedroom he had expected you to still be crying hard like you had a few moment ago, but instead what he had been met with was your sleeping form. Causing him to from ever so slightly. Had you really cried that much that it had warn you out to the point of passing out? Either way you were sleeping which was good enough for Chris.

After a couple more seconds of standing there looking at your sleeping body he finally got into bed, pulling your body into him and burying his head in the crook of your neck. Basking in the glory of your scent for as long as physically possible.

“I love you y/n......I’m so sorry I made you cry baby” he muttered into your neck before he drifted off to sleep right next to you. The pair of you tangled up in each others embrace.

He hadn’t heard you mumble “I love you too Chris” in the night. But you did.

Tag list: @chuckbass-love @jtargaryen18 @et-lesailes @chrisheavans @chrissquares @stargazingfangirl18 @navybrat817

[merakiaes]

Pussy Whipped - Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Pairing: Oscar “Spooky” Diaz x reader

Requested: Yes. 

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: I lacked good ideas for dialogue in this one so this is shit, I’m sorry😂 Not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Translations for the Spanish bits are at the end. 

Wordcount: 2420

Summary: Mother nature pays you an early visit and Oscar treats you like the princess you are even though his Santos are watching. 

The weather was thriving outside, the air a perfect temperature and the sun shining down on all of Freridge. Yet, on this particular Saturday morning, you were absolutely miserable.

It was eleven o’clock and Oscar had been up for God knows how many hours already, while you had refused to leave your bed when the alarm had urged you to get up and get on with your day.

You’d had a lot planned for the day; chores like cleaning the house and switching out the broken lightbulb in the bathroom, and errands like going to the mall to get Cesar a new pair of shoes and go grocery shopping.

But no, as usual, mother nature chose the most inconvenient of times to pay you her monthly visit, never taking your planned cycle into much consideration.

With Oscar being in charge of Los Santos, he was always an early riser and you rarely woke up next to him, so in any other case, you didn’t mind.

But when you woke up this morning to a cold, empty bed, you had grown sad and started crying, and because of this realized pretty much instantly what was going on, even before the intense pains started.

But the cramps weren’t far behind, stopping you from getting out of bed any more than to go put in a tampon. After that, you had buried yourself under the mountain of blankets Oscar so stubbornly insisted that you slept with and cried even more because of the fact that they smelled like him and he wasn’t there to hold you.

You lost track of how long you laid there and just sulked, feeling sorry for yourself and craving everything you didn’t have in the house, but the second you heard people entering the house, followed shortly by Oscar’s voice cutting through the previously silent air, you defied the painful cramps radiating all through your abdomen and left the safety of your bed. 

It was with sulking and begrudging steps that you made your way out of your shared bedroom and headed straight for the living room.

With each step you took, the voices now speaking freely became louder, and you realized only then that your head was throbbing in sync with your uterus, making you cringe silently to yourself.

But you pushed on, desperate to be near Oscar in all your self-pitiful glory and entered the living room only seconds later.

You spotted Oscar where he was sitting in the couch instantly and when feeling your eyes on him, he looked up to meet your gaze.

The smile that had been stretched across his lips prior to your entrance faltered ever so slightly at the sight of the state you were in; hair thrown into a properly messy messy-bun, eyes bloodshot, cheeks streaky with dried tears and your body still dressed in your sleeping attire consisting of a pair of leggings and one of his very oversized t-shirts.

You were always one to start your day early. Not as early as him, but still early. You didn’t like to stay in your pajamas, so when you did, something wasn’t right.

“¿Qué pasa?” He asked you as you approached him at the couch, passing a few other Santos sitting on the opposite side of the coffee table.

Your lips automatically pulled into a small pout at his question, starting to feel your emotions getting the better of you again.

“I’m dying.” You answered in a small voice, looking down at him.

He wasted no time in shuffling further back into his seat and opening his arms, nodding his head lightly. “Come here, mami.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, sitting down in his lap and feeling a rush of calmness go through your body the second his arms wrapped around you. Getting comfortable, you leaned your back against his chest.

Sad Eyes, who was sitting next to Oscar, wordlessly accepted your legs over his knees while taking a sip out of the beer he was holding in his hand.

Meanwhile, the other three Santos who were present looked on with amused expressions as their fearless leader pressed a kiss to the top of your head and started rubbing your arms in a soothing manner.

“You going soft on us, Spooky?” One of them asked, but before Oscar even got the chance to reply, you flashed a fierce glare at him.

“Shut it, Manuel.” You snapped, snuggling further into Oscar’s chest.

Manuel whistled, smirking at you. “Damn. You on your monthlies?” He laughed at his own joke, but the others didn’t join in, having known you for longer and knowing exactly what was up.

“Yes, I am on my period.” You confirmed with hard eyes. “No, that does not mean that my anger is irrational.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the side of your neck from behind you, clasping his hands in front of your chest. “Calm down.” He mumbled into your skin, pressing another kiss to the spot between your neck and shoulder. “Flow came early this month, huh.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, his affections calming you down immediately. “It’s ridiculous. I shouldn’t be punished for not being pregnant.” You complained to yourself, scoffing lightly.

“Psh, how bad can it be? So what you got cramps.” Manuel dropped yet another comment, shaking his head.

This time, you only closed your eyes and took a deep breath through your nose, focusing on Oscar’s soft touches in order to not blow up right then and there.

Instead, the Santo next to him slapped him across the chest, giving him a look of disbelief. “Dawg, do you have a death wish or something?” He asked. “You don’t question chicas when they’re on their flow. Rule one.”

“I’m just sayin’, homie. It can’t-“

“How about you let me stab you in the stomach a hundred times?” You interrupted him, opening your eyes and raising an eyebrow at him. “And then make you walk around like everything is fine while you bleed from your privates?”

His nose scrunched up in disgust at your words, his previously teasing attitude dropping. “Keep those bloody details to yourself. That shit’s disgusting.”

Your eyebrows shot up even further at that. “Well, that’s pathetic.” You chuckled. “What’s really disgusting is that men are still grossed out about girls getting their periods in the twenty-first century. I’m sure your mother was praying to get hers but she got you instead. Tragic.”

Oscar’s chest shook with laughter behind you, the other Santos joining in while Manuel looked sheepish.

“She got you there, ese.” Sad Eyes spoke up for the first time at that, shaking his head with an amused smirk crossed over his features. “You know, there’s a reason Spooky’s got a ruca and you don’t.”

“Yeah, and this is it.” You agreed with a snort, before looking at your boyfriend’s right-hand man with gratitude. “Thank you, Sad Eyes.”

He gave you a nod, face still amused. “I got you, Lady Spooky.” He chuckled, but Manuel wasn’t half as amused, glaring around at you.

“Why you ganging up on me?” He asked, offended, and one of the Santos immediately delivered a slap to the back of his head.

“Because you’re stupid.” He answered, and while the two continued to bicker back and forth, you turned to look at Oscar behind you.

His face was pulled into a similar expression as Sad Eyes’; one of pure amusement as he quietly watched the scene unfold. But his face turned sincere when he averted his gaze to meet yours, eyes turning soft.  

“You need anything?” He asked, and you wasted no time in nodding, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes even though you knew for a fact that it wasn’t necessary to get what you wanted.

“Can you go get my heating pad?” You asked, touching his face with your hand lightly. “And an Advil, too.”

He stared into your eyes for a long moment, taking in every feature of your face, before slowly nodding his head.

At this point, the bickering stopped and all of the Santos were watching you with amused expressions.

“Check this out, this is where Spooky’s manhood dies.” One of them, this time not Manuel, remarked, causing all of them to laugh.

Oscar’s face broke into an equally as playful smirk as he moved his attention from you to his homies, raising his eyebrows at them. “You know how it is, compa.” He joined in, shrugging his shoulders. “I gotta treat my future baby mama good.”

He rubbed your arms for a moment longer, before starting to stand up.

Naturally, since you were sitting in his lap, you were stood up with him and instantly felt your stomach pull together in pain. You managed to ignore it and raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend instead.

“You planning to put a baby in me, Diaz?” You asked teasingly, and he smirked down at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it, mamas.” He fired back without missing a beat, leaning his face closer to yours while caressing your butt shamelessly. “With my smarts and your looks, our babies will conquer the world.”

“Are you insinuating that I’m not smart?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course not, mi amor. The smartest person I know.” He was quick to defend himself and pressed a kiss to your lips before you could say anything else.

You smiled into it, neither of you caring in the slightest that his Santos were watching you with different expressions. At this point, they were all used to Spooky’s soft spot for you. Or well, everyone but Manuel was, him being fairly new.

But luckily, he was smart enough to understand not to point it out anymore, with the way the others were averting their gazes and minding their own.

Breaking apart from the kiss, you shared a final look before Oscar wordlessly walked into the kitchen to bid to your wishes, while you got back into the couch.

This time, you laid down flat on your back, your head resting on the armrest and Sad Eyes once again accepting your legs over his knees without as much as a single complaint.

The man in question started conversing with the other Santos while Oscar was busying himself in the kitchen and meanwhile, you just laid there in silence, listening in to the conversation at hand with an arm draped over your eyes in an attempt to block out the sunlight streaming in through the window for the sake of your throbbing head.

Five minutes later, the conversation happening around you quietened down and another second later, you felt a prod against your arm. 

Removing said arm from over your eyes, you caught sight of Oscar now standing above you, holding your heating pad in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

A smile instantly graced your features and you wasted no time in pulling yourself into a sitting position, pulling your legs up to your chest.

“Thank you, baby.” You thanked him, gratefully accepting the glass of water along with the pill he had been holding in his hand behind it.

You swallowed the pill with a few sips of the water and handed the glass back to him, trading it for the heating pad that you wasted no time in placing at the bottom of your stomach.

You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of the heat and Oscar raised an amused eyebrow. “Better?” He questioned and you nodded, wrapping your arms around your legs and leaning your cheek on your knees.

“Much.” You smiled, and he smiled back before heading back into the kitchen with the glass.

Only a few seconds later, he walked back into the living room with his phone in his hand, raising it slightly in a signal to his Santos.

“Got a text. Let’s dip.” He told them and they didn’t need to be told twice, all of them beginning to stand up from their respective seats.

Oscar’s face was much colder now, almost completely free of emotion, but as he walked over to you, his eyes still went soft at the sight of you.

You offered him a soft smile, taking his hand in yours once he reached you by the couch. “Can you go by the store when you get back?” You asked. “The fridge is empty and I’m hungry. And I’m all out of tampons.”

He nodded his head simply, squeezing your hand. “Te apoyo, cariño.”

Sad Eyes was the last one out of his seat beside you, shaking his head and chuckling, watching his best friend basically turn into a pile of mush at one simple touch from you.

“She’s got your cojones locked up tight, compa.” He teased, and you watched as Oscar’s playful attitude returned at the comment.

“Cállate.” He chuckled, looking at him, before turning back to you. “I'll get you some of that chocolate you like, too.”

He used his thumb to caress your knuckles and you smiled at the feeling, feeling your body grow warm at his affection. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, mi amor.” His hand dropped yours, instead reaching out to touch your chin. “Go lay down. I’ll be back soon.”

You nodded, still smiling softly, but instantly raised an eyebrow when his hand left your chin and he turned to walk away.

“Hey, where are you going?” You asked, giving him a smirk when he turned back to look at you. “Forgot something.” You pointed to your lips, raising your head from your knees and straightening your neck to give him better access.

He chuckled at you as you started making kissing noises, but nonetheless leaned down to press a quick kiss to your pouting lips. “I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby.” You smiled and leaned your head back on your knees, now content and allowing him to walk away from you.

“Pussy whipped bitch.” Sad Eyes wasted no time in commenting once he reached him in the doorway of the front door, and Oscar, in turn, wasted no time in playfully shoving his chest.

“You looking to scrap, cabrón?” He asked, shoving him again. “I’ll give it to you.”

Sad Eyes stumbled into the wall behind him at the sudden force but he quickly regained his composure, starting to play-fight back. 

You shook your head as they exited the house and let the door shut behind them, listening to their Spanish bickering until the sound of Oscar’s Impala starting and driving away filled your ears, only then speaking fondly to yourself.

“Idiots.”

Translations (I’m not a native Spanish speaker so this might not be a hundred percent accurate):

¿Qué pasa? – What’s wrong? Te apoyo, cariño – I got you, baby

[a-lil-bi-furious]

Scisaac :D

oof, thank you for this ask, and I am so sorry this took so long to respond. It’s finals season and I grossly underestimated how much I have to do 😅 But here it is, in all it's (hopefully understandable) rambling glory: Scisaac

*aggressively hits ship button* 

1) What made you ship it?

I’ve been on the Scisaac train for a looooong time now. When I was first watching Teen Wolf, during my own very teen-y but non-wolfy years, I don’t think I actually started to ship them until a bit into 3A. When I re-watched the show, though, that scene in the club with “No, I mean you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” had me as done for as Isaac. (There’s this lovely gif set someone made, too, that’s just a close up on their hands during the syringe hand-off, and all the subtle, soft finger brushing makes me go feral.) Anyway, that scene was the shipping spark, but it wasn’t really what established Scisaac as an important relationship to me.

For me, the scene in the clinic with the dog (in 2x11 “Battlefield”) is what really cemented that. It’s funny, because this scene really isn’t a shipping scene, right? This is a learning moment which focuses more on resident-mentor Alan Deaton extending to Isaac the opportunity to learn how to use his abilities for something other than anger and power. And I love it so much for that! But the interaction between Scott and Isaac makes me weak. Because you’ve got Isaac--this jaded, abused kid who holds a lot of resentment and fear and accepted the bite, most likely, to feel like he had some modicum of control in his life and the strength to not feel helpless anymore, and in the end externalized all of that rage--experiencing this moment of raw vulnerability with two people who, by all counts, should want nothing to do with him. And we can talk about how that moment in the club was probably one of the first times anyone has shown genuine concern for Isaac’s well-being (and how this act of kindness was coming from someone he’s been hostile to) in who knows how long, but what about the first moment Isaac acts in compassion and tenderness? How long has it been since he considered himself capable of feeling something that wasn’t pain, fear, or that deep seated fury which swallows everything else? How long has it been since Isaac knew any language other than violence? For a moment he’s cracked open and everything is overwhelming and rather than using his hands as weapon and shield, he’s using them to heal. He cries, and for a moment he’s even startled--maybe scared. And what does Scott do? He immediately offers a point of connection and consolation (“It’s okay, I cried the first time he showed me, too.”)

Scott has this heart which is (sometimes dangerously) open and exposed. He cares and he believes so deeply in humanity and goodness that even when he’s spent weeks(?) fighting Isaac, distrusting Isaac, he’s also been worrying about Isaac. And the way Scott acts in this scene is so soft and curious as he’s standing by, watching. It’s like he’s just been waiting for Isaac to let his guard down just enough to step outside of what Derek’s been teaching him (about anger and control, just like he did Scott). And he gets this tiny little smile on his face as he watches it happen, because I can imagine he knows almost exactly how Isaac is feeling. Scott presents it differently and he often buries it down, but he’s angry too. All the time, at so many things, but he chooses to channel his energy into helping other people. And seeing Isaac, who up until this moment has mostly shown animosity and apathy, brought to tears when he learns he can take pain from others just proves to Scott that the tenderness pays off, that caring heals. Everyone is capable of kindness if they choose it, and to watch Isaac open himself up a little bit to that option--one that hasn’t been available to him for a long time--is incredibly rewarding. It just was such a warm, vulnerable, and genuine exchange between all three of them, and given how closed off Isaac is it was a significant indicator of the safety he was starting to feel around Scott. 

2) What are your favorite things about the ship?

re: above, my favorite thing about this ship is how tender and vulnerable each of them can be with the other (in their own ways) and how they challenge each other in ways they both really need. Scott encourages Isaac to turn away from aggression as a solution and to focus more on others, on compassionate and peaceful forms of resolution. (It’s uhhh....a work in progress.) Scott softens Isaac in a way I think he really needs. Conversely,  Isaac challenges Scott in ways he really needs. Isaac encourages him to place more focus on himself and actually attend to his needs. And also? I just think they would have fun, because Isaac = trouble and Scott 100% enjoys shenanigans more than he acts like he does. He’s a little shit at heart, and I’m here for Isaac encouraging that.

Also, I think their relationship has a good balance because they’re very different people, but I think that they have some points of relation that run deep in ways many people wouldn’t understand. For one thing, I think that Scott has a foundation of understanding for Isaac’s experience of childhood abuse and how this informs his behavior. This is entirely up to interpretation because the show never specified beyond the time Rafael accidentally(?) pushed Scott down the stairs, but even if Scott didn’t experience physical abuse outside of this incident, it’s pretty clear that Rafael is an angry, violent drunk and that the relationship in that home was toxic and (judging by his interactions with Scott and Melissa) likely emotionally abusive. It probably wasn’t always that way; it wasn’t always that way for Isaac either. The abuse that Isaac endured was different and more severe (at least in a physical sense), and whereas Scott’s dad left when he was ten, Isaac was stuck with his dad until the kanima killed him. But I think that experience of living in a home that doesn’t feel safe is something they both share. Isaac’s initial reaction seems to be to run away or retreat when he’s unsafe, but Scott’s is to make it a safe place. I could ramble on and on, but what I’m getting at is just that I think even with extremely different personalities and ideologies, they’d be able to understand each other in very specific, personal ways and help each other cope. I’m also a huge sucker for the fact that Isaac showed up on the McCall’s doorstep and that Scott’s home literally became his home--but, really, Scott became his home. And rather than run or hide when things are scary, he defends his home now (metaphorical and physical) and keeps building it up again. (And yeah, sometimes defense means beating a guy he already hated senseless over Scott not healing and then Scott probably being less than pleased about it, but it’s a learning curve okay?)

3) Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? 

I’m not sure what the general opinions are on this ship, especially now. But the most unpopular opinion I probably have is about Isaac’s temperament. A lot of people have a tendency to kind of take aforementioned softness and turn Isaac into a very gentle, sweet, puppy-like character, which I just don’t think is realistic. Really and truly, Isaac’s a sarcastic asshole with anger issues and not a whole lot of tact. And, though I tend to think he softens up quite a bit with Scott, I don’t think that changes the nature of his behavior, if that makes sense? I actually think part of the reason Isaac is a good match for Scott in the first place is because he’s this way. Scott has a tendency to ignore his own needs, which often means his wellbeing suffers. Isaac’s the kind of person to point out the bullshit, no sugar-coating, and stubbornly counter Scott’s attempts to excuse his own self-neglect at every turn. Isaac is loyal and caring, yes, but he’s pushy and aggressive about it. And I honestly think Scott needs a partner who won’t put up with his self-sacrifice; he needs someone who’s going to be persistent, because Scott also tends to be pretty obstinate.

In conclusion, I love them your honor. 

(Send me a ship and I’ll ramble about why I do/don’t ship it!)

[hellisheuphoria]

Chapter 4: Lament.

The MC finds shelter and solace from a few friends.

[Thanks for reading! No warnings here, but don’t hesitate to write constructive criticism, and this series contains spoilers from chapter 16 onwards, but thank you! <3]

“Hello, MC.” Solomon spoke behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder. He was dressed in his usual attire with a cape and his signature smile on his face.

“Solomon?” You were confused, why was he here? And at this hour too?

“Why- why are you here? It’s late, and dark. Aren’t you supposed to be at the dorms with Simeon and Luke?”

“Yes, but, well...” He carried off, looking to the side as though he was trying to hide something, but wasn’t really trying his best at all. He could pretend better than this, you’ve seen him.

You realised what he was up to- he was trying to get you to go back to the House of Lamentation. Asmo must have texted him what happened, and so he set off searching for you.

”I know what you’re trying to do, and no! I’m not going back there, you can’t make me. I’m so done with everything!”

“This is none of your business.” You turned away from him, shoving his hand off you. You then walked away, muttering to him. “Leave me alone.”

You walked away for a few seconds but could then hear his footsteps a few metres behind you. You picked up the pace, expecting him to take the hint and go back to Purgatory Hall.

But he didn’t, and continued to follow you from a few metres away, irritating you immensely.

Annoyed from his antics, Your fists clenched and you turned around suddenly, ready to yell at him to leave you alone.

But there was no one there. It was as if he’d disappeared. You stood there dumbly, not knowing what to do. It was probably the best course of action to just get as far away as you could.

You would walk to even the far side of the Devildom if it meant you could get away from all you knew here.

You roamed for what seemed to be hours on hand- you couldn’t really remember or tell the time.

It was pitch black and quiet, no soul in sight. The air was frosty and unwelcoming, the wind threatening to blow you away, tousling your hair and clothes.

The stores were all shut and dark, all the employees having gone home and the world silent. The only thing you could see or hear were the animals, completely strange and unrecognisable when compared to the animals that you were used to in the human realm.

Satan would’ve loved this part of town, there were many stray cats in sight. You smiled and bent down, letting the cats rub their faces in the palm of your hand, purring and their tails curling at the end.

You couldn’t recognise anything at this point, having truly been lost in the Devildom. Maybe one of them would take pity on you and end your misery. If only.

Everything seemed to blur together as the darkness wrapped around you like rope, blinding and binding you.

You were now a runaway, completely lost in this unknown and horrifying world.

But somehow, you weren’t scared, you were relieved. A weight having been lifted off your chest, allowing you to breathe.

It was an amazing, yet frightful sensation. You were free, but you weren’t safe. You wouldn’t be safe at all, not until you could go back home, the only home you had in the human world.

Why would anyone have ever expected you to have forgotten or forgiven what Belphegor had done to you?

What he’d done to you had and will linger behind you for the rest of you life. His cold hands had tainted you, defiled you and polluted you in filth and sin.

You weren’t escared of a demons’ power before freeing Belphegor, but that fearlessness backfired on you. You, yet not you, had died, but then brought back from another timeline to serve as a replacement for the one that had been disposed of. One that would no longer exist, but would have a direct impact on this timeline and their previous one, in a way.

The brothers may never understand, having been living for thousands of years before you had even existed. And they will continue on existing for thousands of more years to come.

And at some point, they will forget you. It was inevitable.

And when Belphegor didn’t hesitate to lay waste to your life, why should the others?

Your feet started to ache from your little adventure, but you didn’t have anywhere to go. Maybe this was a bad idea, to have run away from the only home you knew and had.

Panic set into your chest as you feared for yourself. This was.. this was a bad idea, you should have just gave up and went back hours ago, but you were lost. You were lost, in another world, far different from your own, and more stranger and dangerous.

God, how stupid could you be?

”Why, MC. I’m surprised to see you here.”

Your head snapped back, tears already threatening to escape. Simeon was there, in his all of his glory and beauty.

”I- Simeon..” You whispered, shaken, yet relieved by his sudden appearance.

He held out a hand to you, “MC, you wouldn’t be lost, would you?” He kept his eyes on you, radiating warmth and comfort from just being within inches of his presence. “Come with me, I can help you.” He spoke in a voice so soft and understanding, that you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

It made you feel so much more better, and so you let him whisk you away, like a helpless, little doll.

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A warm cup of green tea lay snugly in the palm of your hands, as you kept your eyes on your lap.

Simeon brought you back to his dorm, where Solomon and Luke had been waiting for you, almost jumping in their seats due to their unease.

They got notified of your outburst by Lucifer and Asmo, and decided the best thing for you would be to just bring you back to their dorms, where you could stay for as long as you needed.

The minute Luke saw you, he grabbed onto you and cried, all the while muttering how worried he’d been for you, thinking that you’d been eaten by a demon for not responding to his messages.

Solomon thought that you had followed him as he walked away, expecting that you had realised the danger you were in. It was an unpleasant shock when you hadn’t, but he waited for you patiently, not knowing that you tried to get yourself to the far side of the Devildom. He was very close to flicking you when he found out what had actually happened, worried for his fellow human exchange student.

Simeon was sweet enough to go out and look for you when the time got late, and was fortunate enough to have found you in a casual and serene part of town. He may not have looked like it at first, but he was extremely worried for you. He wouldn’t stop expressing his anxiety for you, amazed that you hadn’t been eaten by a demon.

When Simeon brought you in, they fussed over you immediately. Luke made you a cup of tea and Solomon threw a whole bunch of blankets on you, practically burying you in them.

You hadn’t said anything, but you were silently thanking them for everything, and you knew they understood. You were used to helping others, yet not taking the time to care for yourself.

They asked you if you wanted to let Lucifer and his brothers know what happened, but you said that you would do it later. You would definitely need to build up the energy to have Lucifer’s ramblings pass right through you.

“MC.” Simeon sat next to you, placing a hand on yours discreetly.

”Where would you like to sleep tonight?”

Your eyes widened, where would you sleep tonight?

There were no more dorms available. And if you were to sleep in either Simeon’s or Solomon’s rooms, people may get the wrong idea.

”I can sleep on Luke’s couch, if that’s okay with him?” Simeon called out to Luke, who ran in immediately after like a puppy, cute and all.

”Oh, yes, MC! You can stay with me on my sofa, that’d be great!” He acted so cutely that you couldn’t help but smile at him, the first time in ages.

Solomon and Simeon left, leaving you and Luke in his dorm. Tomorrow, you would be skipping school to get a few of your belongings for the time you would be spending here. But for now, you would sleep in the clothes you came in with.

As you lay on the sofa with your eyes closed, you imagined someplace where everything would feel right for once in your life.

It was only a dream, but you cherished it, holding onto it as though it was an anchor, keeping you stable and in place.

Then at once, the worries of tomorrow and onward disappeared.