#Why couldn’t that be in the time and fashion you FUCKING PROMISED for helping me pay my schooling?

[astral-catastrophe]

me and the generic extra strong Tylenol and the pure rage in my system

[hazelfoureyes]

⟢Alastor x Cupid FemReader Tasked with making a demon believe in true love or you can’t return to heaven, things immediately go off the rails when you hurt yourself and Alastor catches one of your most troubling arrows; Mania

˚₊ · »-♡→ Week 1 and Week 2

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 3 and Week 4 smut💦 (keep reading)

Alastor lets you leave the hotel! Together! For soup. Later, your plans to make Alastor lose his obsession backfire. But like, in a hot way so you’re not that mad about it. A+ for effort?

˚₊ · »-♡→Week 5, Week 6, Week 7, and Epilogue smut💦

「warnings/promises: smut, I once again misuse a fucking prayer in a sacrilegious way, soup, spoon feeding, Angel texts, so much cum, bondage, tentacles, just good ole fashion fucking in the radio station, not quite dubcon but Alastor doesn’t really listen, hell has twitter and lets be real it’s just normal twitter, giant Alastor, Horse Luci」

Minors DNI ♥️ 🧹lovingly

You finally managed to leave the hotel. It was of course with Alastor at your side, microphone pressing into the small of your back like a third arm. It was as if he worried you’d just turn around and run.

He opened every door, pulled out your chair, and when your left hand shook and dropped your food he took on the task of feeding you. It was embarrassing, to say the very least. The sinners in the restaurant staring, a brave few filming or typing furiously on their phones.

You got a buzz on your own cell, a gift from Angel when he realized Alastor wouldn’t let you speak with others alone. 

He texted a link to a post on some hell site, to a photo of you right then, at that exact moment, being spoon fed by the radio demon. You considered smashing your head into the table until you blacked out. If you got up and left would you make it back to the hotel before someone realized you weren’t a sinner? You were absolutely terrified of someone noticing you as heaven sent.

Heaven kicked? Heaven thrown. Yeah that one felt right.

“You need to eat. You can’t heal like this.” Alastor sounded concerned, but you fought the urge to care. 

He hadn’t apologized to Husk, but Husk did say Alastor seemed to avoid eye contact which was basically a gift to him. Alastor had come to your room to dress you the next day as he always did, neither of you mentioning the day before. The hall was magically pristine by the time you left.

A tiny sliver of you thought he felt embarrassed. But decades of experience told you that Mania didn’t afford embarrassment, the stricken couldn’t be truly manic if something like that was holding them back.

Maybe it had been such a shallow cut he hadn’t gotten the full punch of Mania?

Another attempt to feed yourself, slowly bringing your spoon to your mouth, “You know when I heal I am going to finish my task and leave, right?” 

An odd laugh, a non-existent tear wiped away, “Adorable. No. I promise you, that won’t happen.”

“Alastor.” You put the spoon down with a clink.

“I love when you say my name. May I offer you more reasons to hold it in your mouth?”

“Al-,” you groaned, “I can’t stay forever.”

He hummed, a show of pretending to think about what you said, “Wrong! You can. And I argue, you will.”

You tried again with the spoon, regretting soup. Your appetite had been shot for awhile and it seemed easy enough. Wrong. Again. There was a constant tremble to your hands since arriving. Perhaps experiencing pain for the first time was rattling your body so much that it couldn’t cope. “Why would I ever do that? This is literal hell.”

Alastor leaned over, taking the spoon from you with ease and bringing it to your mouth, “Because I’ll make you understand it’s where you belong. They didn’t appreciate you,” his grin widened, “Not like I do. Like I can, if you’d let me.”

Annoyed and flustered, you took the help to eat. “Thank you.” A spoonful, “How can you say that though? I’m the one and only Cupid.”

“Actually, no. You’re not. You are just the current incarnation. They’ll replace you.” 

You regretted telling him that. They could. Just replace you, that is. There was nothing stopping them. You stared into your soup, lips curling down.

“Don’t look so defeated. I’ll make you happy, for eternity.” 

Your eyes rolled. “When do you plan on starting that eternal happiness?”

You didn’t look at him when you said it, but you could see his hand slow, then become completely still. Had you wounded him?

He pivoted, “Doesn’t Cupid have wings?”

Another spoonful, “Of course.”

Alastor waited while you took a drink, determined to make you eat the entire bowl, “Where are they?”

A pause. Where were they? You hadn’t realized you couldn’t feel them. They weren’t everpresent, but their weight still sat between your shoulder blades at all times. Always. Normally. But now? 

“You don’t know? That’s troubling.” Alastor read your face with ease.

You shot him a look. Stop doing that. Stop replying to unspoken thoughts.

“Apologies.”

Another text before you could snap at him.

You slid the phone away from Alastor, face red. “Do you think, honestly, if you’re capable of it, that I’ll ever be able to go home?”

His hand came to your neck, running over your collarbone, “For the record, I’ve never once lied to you.” You rolled your eyes, fine, okay, “With your heavenly body, even as weakened as you have been here, I’d say just a few more weeks.”

You turned the phone face down.

“Good…that’s good. If you plan on winning me over, your countdown has started.” You pushed the soup away, appetite gone. The idea of never returning to heaven made you nauseous. He slid it back to you, face stern despite the smile he wore.

The walk home was quiet, your stomach full of unwanted soup.

No, not home. The hotel. 

He usually spoke a lot, clearly loving the sound of his own voice. His hand replaced the staff, settled on your back as he guided you. You could feel the warmth through your clothes. How could he be so hot and not be sweating? Another sinner thing?

The thought hadn’t left you by the time you came into view of the hotel gates. Maybe you had been replaced. How would you know? Maybe that was why your wings were gone. Surely there was some way to communicate from hell.

You found Lucifer as soon as you returned, unbothered by Alastor’s presence, “I need to speak to heaven.” 

Alastor was saying something but you had gotten quite good at tuning him out. Lucifer snapped back, the men quickly devolving into arguing again.

“Lucifer.” You said it with your chest. 

His apple topped cane whirled, a golden circle appearing with a crystal clear image of heaven’s glowing gates through its center.

A loud noise erupted behind you, a high pitched static wail, familiar tentacles flailed and a long shadow of a growing Alastor stretched across the wall. His back was bent into the lobby ceiling, perhaps three stories tall now.

The sounds of magic popping as Lucifer shapeshifted accented the sounds of horror with that of whimsy. You approached the portal, those black tendrils slithering around your ankles but you easily slipped out of them as their owner's energy was pulled to full demon Lucifer slamming into him.

Almost, you could see it. 

A monstrously large hand came down, shaking the hotel and knocking various objects off their perches in the lobby. Charlie and Vaggie, someone else you’d come to enjoy the company of, flew down the stairs.

The common area was filled with the sounds of yelling and breaking glass. You crawled over his hand as Alastor’s fingers curled around your body gingerly. He tried to pull you from the gateway but while he slowed, Lucifer now a flying horse kicking him in the face, your outstretched hand strained to enter the portal.

Your fingers grazed the doorway, the air around the lobby fizzing and warping as a desperate screech tore from Alastor’s wide and impossibly thin chest. The grip tightened around you. A static whine threatened to pop your eardrums.

As your fingertips pressed past the ring, they stopped. Something impenetrable and unseen between you and heaven. 

Alastor must have noticed it too, his grip loosening as you clamored on hand and knees to the portal. Your palm ran over the doorway, searching for a hole or seam to rip. Just under your skin was your home, bright and clean and painless. A tiny ‘no’ fell from your lips, smacking at the barrier with your open hand.

Alastor returned to his normal, still terrifying, height. Lucifer came forward, their fight losing motivation, his small hand on your shoulder as you sat on the hotel lobby floor. He closed the portal and apologized, “Sorry kid. Let’s try again when you finish that task, okay?”

Alastor’s arms went under your back and knees and lifted you off the ground. You didn’t resist or argue. Your eyes were unfocused, vision blurry with tears, as you were carried past the others. Vaggie looked ashamed, which was odd given she had more character than half the archangels could muster together between them.

There existed permissions for who could enter the heavenly realm, a list meticulously kept. They’d removed you from that roster. They’d locked the doors behind you.

You felt good. The final week of your first, and hopefully last, month in hell was marked with taking off your sling for the first time.

A good three day wallow in a metaphorical cave helped you emerge with renewed vigor. Of course they locked the gates behind you, otherwise you’d just go home. That made sense. That made sense.

That had to make sense. 

Deciding to take a risk and attempt to expedite your homecoming, you and Angel made plans. Like a teenager in a party movie you snuck out of the hotel when Alastor was asleep. Well, so you assumed. You weren’t really sure what he did behind closed doors.

Angel brought you somewhere he felt people would be receptive to discussing love and talking to angelic beings, and admittedly also very high. 

Sling off but still being as gentle as you could, you leaned across the small standing-only table to talk-shout with a rather cute aquatic demon. An eel? Or maybe some kind of water-fond lizard? It didn’t matter, his glasses were cute, both of you a little drunk,  and you quite good at saying the right things.

And all of the right things were said, and you felt maybe if nothing else you’d enjoy your first demonic lay, when the power shut off.

Everyone filed out, bummed and bothered to find most of the neighborhood shrouded in darkness.

Angel tapped your shoulder and pointed up the hill to the hotel, radio station a glow with a red light, “Ya know, I wouldn’t be surprised.” Nothing to do but to stare, you stayed quiet and angry while he flagged down a taxi knowing the trip would be fast without traffic lights, “Guess Daddy Dead Eyes is calling you back.” 

Anger grew and grew in your chest as you were charioted home.

Jesus, to the hotel. Stop doing that.

You burst into the radio station tower, Alastor barely reacting. Until, that is, you marched up to his desk.

Pinned before you could react, his body pressing into yours as your ass ran up onto the desk.

“Sneaking out like a child?” His voice was low, soft, unnatural. “Why do you intentionally torment me?” 

 “I have done,” you tried to move but only succeeded in rubbing your stomach against his crotch, “no such thing. You’re just possessed.”

He responded by pressing forward, no accident, as his eyes narrowed on you, “Correct. I am a man possessed.” When he rolled himself into you, an alcohol primed groan escaped your mouth. 

“I thought you didn’t care about those things,” your eyes flashed to his lap pushing into you and then back to his glare.

“You’re my exception that proves the rule. If you’re so desperate for attention there’s no need to leave the hotel to find it.” His smile was poisoned by the simmering anger in his eyes, “Dear.”

It was the alcohol and annoyance at losing a chance with glasses-man, Jake or Jark or something not worth a scrabble move, that made you sneer a reply, “Not yours. I am a divine creature, demon. Your body would just filthy me.” Nose up, feeling absolutely better than him in every sense, you pushed him off and left. 

That was easy. Wow. 

Proud of yourself, you made it to the elevator before you realized— illusions. Perhaps his illusion was the idea sex with you was worth the effort, more so than others. He said it himself before, he didn’t care for such things. Perhaps if you could show him it was as boring and unattractive as sex with anyone else could be, maybe you could shatter his mania with disappointment.

You pulled a u-turn and heel-toed right back into his station. Giving him no time to react this time, you climbed onto his chair and straddled him, “On second thought, try your worst. Let’s get it out of your system and move on.” You ground your hips down. He only smiled up at you, amused. Taking his hands you set them on your waist, giving him permission to handle you, “Claim me. Make everyone know I’m yours.” He didn’t move. You were starting to feel embarrassed, had he goaded you just to make you look stupid? He would.  But your kind invented the tension before sex between enemies, “If you can.”

That did it. His hair visibly stood on end, “It is not a matter of ability. It’s about-”

“If you can’t, that’s fine. No need to start lying to me now. But don’t say I never gave you the opportunity.” You smirked, hoping he enjoyed a taste of his own sardonic medicine, and lifted yourself off of him.

His hands came to life on your hips, helping you rise and then flipping you onto your stomach. Your arms pushed radio transmitters and various old timey fuckery away to make room for yourself.

Those talons slipped up the center of your bottoms and crooked into your underwear. Long and strong, his fingers felt you. “Is this a perk of a heavenly body or is this,” two fingers dipped into your already wet and relaxed entrance, “all for me?”

You fought the urge to respond with anything other than malice, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

In heaven no one needs preparation, no one needs lube or required stretching to keep things whole and fun. You would love to say that quality followed you down, but unfortunately, like perfect health and angelic wings, it had not. 

You decided to chalk it up to the alcohol. Always an easy excuse to offer yourself.

Alastor’s hands pulled away and up, finding the place just above the Rosie’s Emporium clothing tag and ripping the bottoms and underwear clean in half.

You bit into your hand to keep your excited shriek to yourself but unfortunately couldn’t stop your legs kicking up. His laugh echoed off the many windows. 

Why couldn’t he be worse at this? Why couldn’t Alastor be clumsy and meek and awkward at sex? No, the menace you’d gotten almost used to was confident and commanding, you felt yourself twitching in anticipation. People have a misconception that Cupid was a chaste and wholly emotional creature, which was false. First of all, Cupids varied based on the incarnation. Just like other heavenly creatures their personality was varied and unpredictable. 

Personally, you weren’t suited for the job. If you were honest. Why couldn’t your quiver just be full of Eros and Agape? Even of those two, sexual love was more your speed. Romance was fine and lovely but perhaps you’d gotten a little jaded. 

Luckily for you, fucking Cupid was something many winners had on their afterlife bucket lists and you rarely found yourself with an empty bed.

Your attention was stolen back, Alastor’s clawed hand grabbing at the flesh of your thighs, “Oops.”

Focus. Why were you doing this again? Your system was metabolizing the alcohol now, and with the air cooling off your exposed sex, everything was awash with lust. Did you want to diminish his mania or were you just horny?

Would it really be so bad to admit you were both?

Deep breath, you remembered. Boring. Banal. The plan was to be motionless and not provide him any satisfying sounds. Don’t touch him, don’t try to push back on him, no tricks or fancy shit. The sooner he was over this you could make someone trust in love and fuck off home. 

Seconds turned to a minute, your ass in the air as Alastor’s hands pawed at your skin. You wanted to ask what the hold up was, but you didn’t want to give away how much you were needing him to just fuck you already.

“Do you miss flying?”

You looked around, were you so drunk you missed an entire chunk of conversation while thinking about how to hide thirsting for his dick?

“Yes…?” True statement.

“Allow me to help with that.”

There was a moment you half expected to be chucked out the window, but almost worse than that, you heard him seat himself in the chair again before your body was picked up and off the desk. “Alastor! I don’t-,” Hands flailing, feet moving around the best they could, you struggled against the familiar tentacles he had command over. “I do not allow it!”

Your hands batted at them fruitlessly. One came under your knees and folded them to either side of your chest before wrapping around your waist twice, a second across your chest like a seatbelt snug and secure. Had you been on the floor you could almost be mistaken for taking a deeply devout praying stance. Only your arms were free to move, the position making you open and incapable of taking back any semblance of control. 

“Alastor!” Stretching, you could almost reach the edge of his work table, but your fingers and toes curled in as you were seated on something hot and stiff. Your lips quivered, desperate to keep silent as you were pulled down onto him. Reaching back your hands found his stomach, raking your nails across the skin in need of anything to grip. 

When you heard him chuckle to himself, you knew you were already losing. Plan backfiring entirely. You pulled your hands back to your center, taking ahold of the tentacle nestled between and across your chest. 

“Heavenly Father,” his voice was quiet but sure, your eyes so wide you worried you’d get stuck making a permanent face of utter shock and despair, “bless us and these thy gifts which we receive from thy bountiful goodness, through your name, our lord.” You were lifted off his lap, Alastor’s swollen tip dragging along your unstretched walls as he said the Lord's prayer, “Amen.” Pulled back down before the second syllable even reached your ears, you cut into your bottom lip as a scream bounced around behind your teeth.

Heathen.

“I would think you of all people knew how to finish a prayer.” Alastor chided, “What will heaven say?”

If heaven knew you were being impaled midair on an overlord’s cock, they’d create a second hell for you to rule. Population of none. Except maybe some horny nuns.

As he found a pace he seemed happy with, slow and long draws out of you, you realized how fucked you were. Looking down, you could see one of his hands was settled at the base of his cock, those long fingers draped down his balls. The other hand was unseen and unfelt. 

“Alastor.” You tried to sound stern.

“Oh I doubt heaven knows my name. Not yet at least.” He sounded unbothered, almost unaffected. “Not until I’ve spirited away their little angel of love.”

You were almost insulted at how easily he could speak despite being buried so far into your wet, hot cunt. Maybe you had been spoiled in heaven, people usually so turned on by the idea of you that they were coming undone as soon as you were wrapped around them or in them in whatever way you decided.  

A broken chant of “be bored, be bored,” in your mind as Alastor hummed, that mystery clawed hand falling at your back. Biting your lip, you tried to think about anything other than how full he was making you. Did the glasses man at the club have a cock as thick as Alastor’s? Would you have been as satisfied as you were now? Every down thrust made the tuft of fur at this base press against your ass. Soft. You wanted to grind against it, the idea pulling a wanton moan out.

Fuck. Failing to distract yourself because you got distracted. It was so hard to think about anything else than your body being pushed open again and again. The blood on your lips was sweet, licking them clean before finding a new spot to bite down on. Quiet.

“Ah, are you giving me the silent treatment?”

Could this son of a bitch read minds? Could sinners read minds?!

 If you didn’t reply, that was confirmation. But if you did reply, you were breaking your goal of not talking.

“Just…,” you took a deep sigh, knowing this was going to be rough, “I’m not really feeling like making any noise.” A shrug, the best you could manage at least while bound and held aloft in the space above his lap. Pretending this was normal and boring was a feat. “I’m not a vocal person during sex. I prefer to just lie there and get serviced. Don’t mind me.”

That sounded awful. Perfect. 

“Oh? Well then, I guess I’ll not worry myself.” You could hear the smile in his voice. Less perfect. He began to hum a little tune as your body, partially upright, was now being tilted forward at a 45 degree angle from his lap. His cock was bending in you, head pressing harshly up into your walls. 

Heart beating so fast you felt a dizzy spell hit you, that renewed anticipation almost as arousing as the sensations.

His humming continued like he was reading the paper. You’d never ridden a roller coaster, but you’d seen many people do it before and this was surely the same feeling; right at the peak before the drop. When the ride operator stills you and lets you stare down at the height before you. Your stomach was flipping, excitement tinged with fear. 

You were pulled off his dick until you felt the bell of his red tip get just outside your entrance. Was he going to pull out entirely?

No. He pulled you down by way of shadows and fucked you just a couple inches into your cunt. His head was dragging out past your tight hole and smashing back in, directly hitting your g-spot. The spongy bundle of nerve endings was dented with every thrust.

You weren’t used to having your entrance stimulated so much, the skin luckily becoming slick as your own wetness was fucked out of you. 

“That feels weird, please.” How quickly you gave up. “Stop pulling out like that.”

A considerate sigh, “But you’ve gotten so wet, my dear. You’re dripping down my thighs already. I don’t think you want me to stop.”

Could you cum like this? You felt like you could, maybe if you just…you quickened your breath, faster and faster. Your stomach heaving, you felt the crescendo of pleasure. 

“On second thought!” He stopped.

Your toes wiggled, hands gripping the tentacle on your chest. Quiet. Shh. Don’t argue. Boring. Don’t care. The building orgasm waned, you felt your blood pressure lower. This really was hell. 

Alastor’s head was just sitting in you, burning hot and throbbing. You were sure you could feel his heartbeat. 

You two were locked in a standoff. Someone had to let on they were enjoying themselves; Alastor releasing pent up frustration with your attitude toward his affections, you chasing down a rare penetration-only orgasm. 

An idea struck you, a way to hopefully antagonize him and bruise his pride enough to force him into your hand (pussy), “Thank God. I think it’s almost my bedtime.”

Alastor’s smile strained, a twitch coming over his left eye. A trap. But the idea of letting you down and off of him seemed far worse than the small defeat you were offering. “Allow me to rock you to sleep then, sweetheart.”

Success! Shit! 

You reached out, the angle of your punishment allowing you to grab the edge of the table and grip. Alastor’s annoyance translated to an inhuman pace, him pulling you off entirely from his cock before bringing you back down. He was positively slipping in and out of you, your lower lips puffy and soaked around him. This degree of wetness was something you couldn’t remember feeling outside of marathon sessions. 

When your hands tightened, a shock of pain tore down your arm, a scream bringing Alastor to a sudden stop. “My collar…” Pain was apparently not a kink you enjoyed, though you briefly wondered if heaven allowed it at all. 

You couldn’t even fuck properly. You couldn’t do anything right. All you managed to do was fail. A sting to your eyes as the air hit your welling tears. Did humans feel this pain often? Your body was righted and turned, you looked down to Alastor’s face as you were brought to him. He looked so soft, usual smirk a sweet toothless smile, “I told you to keep the sling on, didn’t I?” He looked happy.

Your arms found his shoulders and your head came to his chest, “Shut up and finish already.” He didn’t release you from the binding, instead pulling the right arm under the hold of his slender tendril to keep it safe and out of the way.  His hands were both at the base of his cock while you were gently riding him. Well, “you”. He was still using his powers to manipulate your body on and off of him. Alastor’s fingers were spreading your arousal down his shaft and along his tightening balls, if you had looked at his face you’d have seen a weakened man there, furrowed brows and lust drunk eyes. But you didn’t look, trying to hide the same expression on your own features. 

Left hand free, no need to hold yourself up, you made lazy, and you hoped subtle, circles around your clit. You weren’t sure if this was a total failure or not, but you could finish and say something good came of it. You, specifically. 

Things were quiet, though. The loudest sound in the room was the wet pop coming from where his body was meeting your sopping hole. His breathing was fast and soft, sighing when he bottomed out. Another bite to your lip, a few more deep hits to your cervix, and you enjoyed a small but satisfying release. The hand on you stayed through, riding out tiny waves of pleasure as you twitched around him. When you felt his release you sighed, you did it. You think. Maybe. Regardless. 

As he slowly lifted you, you considered if your legs could hold you—

Up you went and back down you fell as he took a new, quicker pace.

“A-Ah-lastor?! You,” you bit your tongue, “already finished?”

You had made a mistake earlier that you hadn’t even realized. But Alastor had been holding it between his sharp teeth, “How many times?”

Absolutely no idea what he was talking about, you gasped out a reply, “What!?”

“How many times should I fill you before you’re too filthy to return to heaven, do you think?” He couldn’t be serious. “Three? Five? You see, the advantage of using my tentacles is that I don't get tired.”

Oh, but he was serious. 

The battle was entirely forfeit somewhere around the third time he flooded you with his seed.

“These aren’t the usual screams I enjoy from my studio, but I’m not averse to them.”

 When he felt you’d learned whatever lesson you were supposed to be taking in by the pump full, you were finally removed from him. He covered your lower half with his coat around your waist. It would be lying to say you were surprised to find his wide shoulders and small waist wasn’t just an illusion of his well tailored, yet oddly torn, coat. He was annoyingly attractive. Who gave him the right?

Your legs gave out when you tried to stand, warm hands pulling under your armpits to get you back on your feet. As much as you wanted to push him away, you were still a little tipsy and your legs still getting used to full blood flow. His arm held out for you to use for stability, you took it and wobbled silently to the floor you both lived on. Before you left the elevator you looked down and saw a line of white dripping down your inner leg. Took longer than you expected, honestly. 

When you turned to the right to go to your door, his arm came around your waist and shepherded you to his room on the left. You shot him a look, asking what he thought he was doing. 

He laughed, “Oh, after tonight’s little escapade, you’re moving!” He opened his door and gestured for you to enter, “Welcome home, my dear.”

What was worse than a failure? A catastrophe? This was that. 

“Now come on, we need to get you cleaned up.” A hand patted softly at your ass before ushering you inside.

He did just that, wiping you down and undressing you before settling you into his bed. Exhausted and sore, you decided to argue after sleep.

When you awoke, you checked your shredded bottoms for your phone. Nothing. 

An answer was found when you mentioned it to Alastor, who asked what you were searching for so early in the morning, “Perhaps someone at that venue you enjoyed has it? Too bad you can’t go back and ask.” He was resting his back against the headboard, you realized he’d unbuttoned his shirt quite a bit. “Oh well!”

How was he always making you scream?

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shopping spree pt.2

clothes/accessories the bllk boys buy you! characters: nagi, oliver, rin content: pro players, established relationship, f!reader, slight implied nsfw in olivers part (nothing graphic but just in case) part 1 here! tysmmmmmm for the love on part 1!!!!! this one was so much fun to write

NAGI SEISHIRO - couples pajama sets 

loves sitting around the house with you on his off days

values every minute he can get with you 

buys it with the express purpose of seeing you wearing one of his shirts

gives you the shirt from his set and lazes around shirtless

seishiro’s free time has always been very precious to him, even more so now that his schedule is jam-packed with matches, press appearances, traveling, so much practice, and most importantly, you. he’s perfectly content with spending all his off days with his lover. which is exactly why he couldn’t resist buying the cute couple pajamas when he was supposed to be buying groceries. you can’t even find it in yourself to scold him for forgetting the frozen blueberries when he pulls the pajamas out of their bag and presents them to you with a small smile on his face. “i’m letting you off easy this time, sei. only because you’ve been gone for a while.” you say, reaching up to pinch his cheek. “mkay, i’ll remember next time, promise. but only if you match with me tonight.” he says as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “alright fine, since you asked so nicely.” you huff, grabbing the pajamas and making your way towards your bathroom to shower. seishiro is lounging around in his new pajama pants when you step out of the bathroom. “sei, what happened to matching?” he turns his attention away from his phone, passes you his pajama shirt and says, “you always look better in mine, sweetheart.”

OLIVER AIKU - bikini

he likes looking at women in swimsuits, trust he’s gonna know the latest and most flattering styles

he just wants you to look your best when y’all go on vacay together!

reminds him of how you two met

“oliver! come tie the strings on this for me.” your voice rings out and oliver comes running to help. he takes the strings and gently ties them into a neat knot. “you look so pretty, baby.” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck before wrapping his arms around your waist and admiring you in the mirror in front of him. “doesn’t this remind you of how we met?” you giggle, turning in his arms to rest your forehead against his. “how could i ever forget?” he questions, thinking back to that incredible summer several years ago. high off his first big win in the pro leagues he’d found himself on vacation at the beach. you were there for a friend's wedding, fresh off a disastrous breakup with your ex. he’d charmed you with compliments and the two of you stumbled into bed together on several occasions before parting ways, but not before swapping numbers and promises to keep in touch. the two of you made things official the following summer and ever since then going to the beach every summer has become a tradition. “meeting my summer fairy was the best thing to ever happen to me.” he says before pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

ITOSHI RIN - evening gown

you're his princess ofc he's gonna buy you a dress to fit that title

studies your wardrobe for a while to make sure he’s getting one with a good color and a fabric that doesn’t bother you 

he browses for so long that he just says fuck it and goes to a designer to have one custom made

rin honestly can’t believe this, isn’t paris supposed to be known as a fashion powerhouse? the fact that he can’t find something perfect for his princess is beyond ridiculous. he gives up after weeks of browsing and calls in a favor from a manager at the club who has connections to a renowned designer who’s willing to make him exactly what he’s looking for. a few weeks later he’s handing you an extravagantly wrapped box, “an early christmas present.” he explains. you open it and pull out a beautiful floor length gown. “rin it’s stunning!” you throw your arms around his neck before rushing away to try it on. “come zip me up?” you ask, and rin complies, walking over to you and zipping the dress up. “it fits perfect rin, did you get this tailored?” you question. “i had it made just for you, the stores didn’t have anything nice.” rin responds, sweeping you off your feet. “only the best for my princess.”

[nylwnder]

get what i want | william nylander

gif by leafsgm

a/n: i’m so sorry for taking years to post this, after promising it several times … but it’s finally here and it’s fucking filthy (because i love you all so much) so have fun and go insane mwah mwah!!!

warnings: SMUT!!!!!!!!!, plot? never heard of her, p in v, unprotected sex, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f! receiving), beard burn kink, thigh riding, chain kink, spit kink if you squint, possessive kink if you also squint, light mentions of crying during sex, lots of swearing.

word count: 3.8k

taglist: @11livpangburn , @savoies , @stars-canucks , @spine-buster , @melissasturges90 , @themotogirl , @thenhlhastakenovermylife , @allison-mchugh , @willianmylander , @boqvistsbabe , @bunting27

sitting on the bed after finishing your lunch, you grabbed your phone from the nightstand. you mindlessly scrolled on instagram for a bit, before returning any messages you had just as you heard the water from the shower turn off. he made his way out of the bathroom not too long after, and you couldn’t help but stare.

it should be forbidden truly, to be able to walk out with a towel losely hanging off of his hips. his perfectly sculpted chest in plain sight as his chains fidget with his every step. your eyes following the small droplets of water that trickle down his back, tracing every crevasse of his muscles.

he spoke and you unconsciously responded, until he turned around swiftly and the towel threatened to fall off completely, before he held it with his hand.

“hm?” he asks as you had to blink repeatedly before you could look up at him. “hmm?” you responded, not realizing the way you mimicked him. he smirked at you, “i said, it’s rude to stare.”

you scoff, “says you!” making will laugh.

“why don’t you go pick my suit while i finish up.” he says, seeing the smile creep up on your lips. it was something you quite enjoyed doing.

you hopped out of the bed, walking into the closet as will made his way back into the bathroom. you raked your fingers through all of them, analyzing all the ones he’s worn this past week. he had a good selection, two new ones even, but he wore the lilac set just last game and despite the way you were contemplating the thought of your boyfriend in it once again, you ended up chosing his green set.

holding it up, you grab the suit jacket and set the rest of it on the counter. opening it up gently, you slip it on for fun. as you moved around in front of the mirror you enjoyed the oversized look of it since you’ve been contemplating wether or not to buy a set for yourself. since you were wearing shorts, the ends of the suit covered them almost completely and showed as if you were wearing nothing but the jacket. you smiled, something to keep in mind as it’d be a fit you think your boyfriend would quite enjoy.

“having a little fashion show are we?” he mentions, fixing his hair as he walked up behind you. you began to take it off, “hm, just making sure it’ll look good all sprawled out on the bed when you’ve barely made it through the door.” he smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “is that so? i thought you like it when i have a suit on?”

“yes. but, i think we can both agree that unravelling articles of clothing-” you begin, as you grab his hands and put them to your hips, his fingers naturally hooking onto the band of your shorts and panties, “-is entirely better.” your lips connect with will’s. you might have come across as needy, as you fingers tugged in his hair, but you didn’t care.

“mmm don’t tempt me” he mumbles as he breaks the link of your lips. you let out a little whine, “we have enough time” you mutter back. “there’s never enough time for you, love.” he says, lifting you and placing you on the bed.

laying down, he hovers over you. “i’m going to be late.” he mentions, as he pulls down what he agrees are in the way. “you’ll be fine.” you state as your fingers tug on his boxers. “you better be right”

you smile, as his lips attack your neck and his hands roam under your crew neck and all over your body. you let out an airy moan as his fingers find your nipples, but that’s before he pulled your sweater off as well, and his mouth latches on. your back arches as his hands roll down your sides, your hips and then to your ass. he squeezes before his hands find their home between your thighs. you’re shut up from a moan as willy kisses you while playing around with your wetness.

“always ready for me, aren’t you?”

you merely nod when his thumb begins to rub circles on your clit and two of his fingers slip through your entrance. “mmmm yeah” you moan.

your fingers continue to tug at his boxers, will letting you drag them down. you were very aware of his bulge, and when his cock slaps against his stomach you’re thankful you were able to convince him.

“is this what you were needy for? what you tease me for?” you look up at him, clenching around nothing but the void. “please will,” your hand raking down his v-line to give him some strokes “fuck me” you whine, getting up just a tad so you could pull him down by his chains with you. he kisses you as your legs habitually wrap around his waist letting his cock push in.

your eyes roll back, that’s exactly what you wanted. your fingers immediately find his still moist hair, willy taking no time but to find a brisk pace. “fuck yeah just like that” you plead, as you move with his every thrust. willy’s mouth finding home in your breasts once again, making his beard rub against your silky skin which only added on top of all the pleasure.

you couldn't stop clenching around him, and you knew you were breaking him by the second. so willy finds your clit, and he’s ruthless with his fingers. you bite your lip to mask your moans, even nipping on his shoulders. “cum for me, love. oh god i fucking love it when you clench around me”

whimpering as the coil snaps in your belly you kick his lower back to go impossibly deeper into you. he lightly snickers, before his cock twitches and he kisses your cheek as he rides both of your highs out. “yeah that’s my good girl” he whispers, grabbing your hips and continuing to thrust into you.

your head is turned to the side, your eyes closed, as you feel like his pace never softens. your hands reach out to grip his forearms as your moans don’t stop and you can feel the beginning of your second orgasm rushing in. that’s until he stops all at once, and you can’t help but cry out at the emptiness. you take a deep breath as you catch his teasing. “mmm later, älskling.” well, of course.

kneeling up just like him you kiss him and nip at his lip. “hey google, what time is it?” you ask your home device. hearing her response you smirk at willy, “hmm i stand corrected.” he merely slaps your ass before he gets up, cleans himself and gets ready. you laid down on your tummy, not bothering to put your clothes back on just yet.

when will comes out, he bites his lip and groans just the softest bit as you stare innocently back at him. not forgetting to flutter your lashes. “you’re in for it later” he warns.

you felt your cunt throb at his tone.

—

you sat on your couch, blanket in hand, as you saw the last few minutes of the game pass on the clock. “and the leafs go home tonight with their third win of the week” the broadcasters say as the boys crowd to head pat sammy. you smile as you watch your boyfriend hug jt and the other boys. they managed to pull through with another win despite a pretty persistent game. the credit goes to not only ilya but also to the game winning goal scorer: william. the same man who you’ll be waiting to come through your door once again, so you can show him just how proud — and worked up — you are.

you waited around watching the post game coverage, fidgeting in your sweatpants. closer to the time you know william would be in his car, you decided to get up and strip yourself from the sweats. you figured you’d save him the time. so you sat back down on the couch, with a crewneck of willy’s and just your baby pink panties underneath.

just as you draped the blanket on your lap, willy unlocks the door. walking in while taking off his coat and shoes, his eyes find yours. he sees how dark they are, but you didn’t budge. he walked up to the back of the couch, letting your head fall back so he could lean down and kiss you. he was quick to pull you close, turning you around so you were kneeling and facing him, reaching for his kisses once again.

letting your fingers run through his hair, he looked down and saw the thin pink fabric. “mmm nice to see you too baby” he says, lips forming into a smile. “you took too long” you whined at him, as you felt everything to be dreadfully longer than usual.

he snickered, his hands running down to rest on the small of your back. you desperately kissed him again, not knowing how much longer you could wait till he could pin you down on your bed and make you cry. “oh what a needy girl you are”

you smiled, as he gripped your ass and pulled you up and off of the couch. he carried you to the bedroom, your kisses never leaving his warm skin. throwing you down on the bed, he bites his lip at the site — resulting in you letting out a cheeky giggle. he follows quickly after tossing away his suit jacket, choosing to take off your sweater at the same time. his lips trail over you some more, leaving wet kisses on the curves of your breasts before going down and kissing your stomach.

you shiver when his mouth gives you small pecks on your thighs before he lays another on your clothed cunt. you can’t hold back a moan even at the barely present touch. he looks up at you smirking at your squirmy state. “got you all worked up from my goal, didn’t i?” he states more so than asks, taking his sweet sweet time to discard your wet panties. you're practically rolling your eyes.

“well i’ve been thinking about you all evening. how i left your tight pussy dripping wet. figured i’d give you what you wanted so bad earlier.” you whimpered. “a good girl should get what she deserves, don’t you think?” his voice grew lower as he looked up at you, your pussy throbbed again. “yeah-yeah she should.” he hums.

“the real question is whether she can actually take it?” he threatens, as his fingers graze your cunt and he quickly nips on your buds. fuck you’re screwed you thought. making his way down he hauls your hips with him. he gave one bold swipe from your already dripping hole to your clit and you let out a small gasp.

his tongue moved quickly, flicking softly at your clit until rotating to lap at your entrance as he groaned at the taste of you. his nose bumping perfectly into your clit, he was feasting like it was his last meal on earth.

your body was squirming, your hips trying to grind on his mouth if you weren't attempting to close your thighs around willy’s head. that made his beard scrape against your inner thighs even more, making pleasure curl throughout your body.

he knew, will always knew. so he purposely moved his face side to side, painting red patches on your velvety skin. the two different feelings numbed your mind. you pressed your head back into the pillow as your free hand reached to grip his hair aggressively. moans spilled into the room and you pushed him closer into you as you chased your orgasm. “mmm—don’t stop—fuck will”

willy’s cock throbbed against his dress pants as he saw your back arching from the bed and felt your nails digging into his scalp. he groaned into you again and the vibrations sent you spiralling while his teeth teased your bundle of nerves. he sucked hard on it and you cried out his name.

when his three fingers slipped inside, no problem, the coil snapped and your wetness soaked his hand and mouth. he cleaned you up, lapping at the most unholiest drink. his beard rubbed against your pussy and you whimpered at the sensitivity. he did it again before he kissed your clit and connected his damp lips with yours.

you moaned at the taste of yourself, and willy smirked. “delicious, no? fuck i can eat you out for days, princess.”

you sat up and grabbed his neck to pull him in for another kiss. you needed something to ground you and you didn’t know what else to do other than kiss him until both of your lips were puffy and pink. willy gripped your ass and pulled you close to him, he was still dressed and you didn’t think that was right.

your soft hands unhooked the last few buttons on his shirt, he had the first three open anyways. willy slipped it off as you rubbed your hands against his chest, down his stomach and traced his v-line like he loves. your fingers targeted his zipper next, “take it off” you mumbled. he smirked in response, getting off of the bed he dragged his pants down and threw them in the direction of his jacket. he walked back to the bed but you dragged down his boxers before he could get back on, “this especially.”

his cock was shiny, precum lacing the pink tip. you licked your lips, his dark eyes steady on you. he had the whole night planned out already, and you could only picture how you would already feel after the first round.

he sat down beside you, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you into his open lips. as you leaned in, your leg draped over one of his legs before william folds it upwards. you gasped, feeling how the stern muscles of his thick thighs pushed right under your wet cunt. “you like that?”

what a stupid question you thought. as if he doesn’t see just how much you stare — in sweats, in dress pants, in jeans, so be it. you thought about them a rotting amount of times everyday. and oh how you’d be lying if you didn’t physically ache over how much you wanted to be writhing on top of them.

you scoffed at him. “can i?” you ask softly, nipping at the inside of your lip as you look at him with your needy eyes. he smiled as he grabbed your hips and started a steady rhythm for you.

your hands found his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. willy gave you kisses on your collarbone, “that’s it, keep going” he was eating up your little moans and whines as you glistened his thigh. nipping down on your soft skin, he flexed his leg. “oh fuck” you yelped as your head fell back at the action.

“eyes on me, darling” he demanded, and you did so. looking at him as he flexed again and your lips fell open. “come on baby girl, soak these thighs” you pull his head into your chest at his words. gripping a handful of his hair as you moaned and twitched. he flexed again, and god forbid if his thumb so happened to rub a circle on your clit. but it did, and he didn’t have to do many before you were chanting his name.

keeping his thigh nicely pushed up against you, he guided you as your juices dripped down his leg. he groaned at the sight, and how you didn’t stop cumming, and how it began falling on the bed sheets. “what a fucking good girl.” he moaned out, seeing how flushed your face got with the lazy last rolls of your hips.

you stopped at the tremble in your own thighs, your head falling on his shoulder and kissing the crook of his neck. your hands found his upright cock and stroked him. he grunted in your ear, feeling how it twitched in your snug grip.

you kissed once again, your forehead against willy’s. “i need you. inside of me” you mumbled into his lips. “please baby”

“my pleasure” he states as he rolls you over. as you get on all fours willy kisses your shoulder, “gonna be my pretty little slut, are you?” he whispers in your ear.

“always am.” you shoot back and will snickers.

he guided himself to you, purposely avoiding your entrance as he teased. sliding his tip to your clit then back down your slit before he slides in seamlessly. a loud throaty moan threatening to escape at how stretched you felt. how you always felt.

he pumped in and it of you devilishly long and slow. as he dragged out every thrust, he would fully exit before retentering. you were dying at the inconsistency of his pace. “faster willy, please.” you begged, “i can’t take it much longer”

he had a smirk plastered on his smug face. he was fucking with you, oh indeed. but it was your choice: either be teased and edged the whole night or well…

he pushes you down, pinning you hard, as he buries his cock in you once again. he pushed down on your lower back as he felt like he could enter not only way deeper than before, but more predominantly. and you expected it.

he thrusted in you at a more familiar pace before he increased it more and more. your face found home in a pillow you had dragged down to you from above. gnawing on it, your moans were still hard to muffle.

the sound of skin slapping skin had your eyes rolling, as his hands sternly gripped your hips into his own. willy could be found groaning as well, even nipping his own lip to try his best to outlast you. but it was hard as you clenched around him every time he was balls deep.

though he easily kept an angle that made you repeatedly chant things like “fuck fuck fuck fuck ugh fuuuck” and he hit it visiously.

“feels so good willy so fucking good”

“i know baby girl. let go for me” he mumbles against your shoulder, placing wet kisses and nibbles.

and so you did, again. feeling the rush of pleasure consume you as willy hushes your whines and moans by pulling you up to him. resting on his chest, your head lolled to the side he held you close as your high faded away.

his hand moved from your neck and gently made its way down your curves. his fingers found your soaking pussy and he groaned at the feeling of his fingers playing with all the gathered juices.

you turned to lay on your back and willy followed. but you knew he hadn’t cummed yet and the look in his eyes told you enough. he kissed your neck, “do you think you can take another hm? wanted it so bad earlier” he teased, though he kept a more gentler tone as he understood your overstimulated state.

you looked at him, playing with his hair. despite knowing just how sensitive you’ll be in a moment, fuck was this so hot. “you know i’ll always be ready for you. this is your perfect little tight pussy. it’s yours willy all fucking yours”

“that’s it princess, it’s all mine.” he says with a smile, taking his cock and thrusting right in. he lifted your hips high in the air as he started at a firm pace once again. he hit that faultless spot deep inside in less than a second. you couldn’t help but scream out a series of expletives, as the oh too familiar haze felt like you were starting to lose all possible control.

he spat on your clit, which was exhibited for his full disposal. using his thumb to push harsh circles. your lip was on the verge of extracting drops of crimson red with the way you were biting down on it. willy continued mumbling things to you but you were in no capability of hearing, understanding or responding to any of it. he was impelling you to the verge of your fourth orgasm in just the bit of time of his return. all you could do was scream.

you ate at the blazing pleasure from both his vigorous hands and his thick cock, giving into it as you gripped willy as hard as you possibly could. william could feel himself twitching at the way your saturated pussy clamped around him. it felt so cruel as his cock ached of its own release.

will’s thrusts never stopped after your high, as he dropped your hips from his high grip. he kept his hands under your knees, widening your thighs far apart. you felt the burn in your eyes as willy wiped your cheek. “i’m so proud of you, baby. taking me so fucking good like the cockslut you are. you can do it, just another for me, princess.”

“y-yeah, yes, ye” you whined out, fuck you didn’t even know what you were saying. he was pounding into you, your boobs jumping with every move of his. so did his chains, in which you gripped, yanking as willy followed down with them. you wanted a kiss, letting willy taste your warm and salty tears. when he moved upwards, your hands kept at the cold metal around his neck.

willy’s deep grunts infatuated you. a bruise would most likely be found on your hips and thighs as he kept you as wide open as you could for him. his hips began to stutter, as your sensitivity only got worse. your thundering heartbeat in your ear and the fire in your lower stomach making the world around you a blur. your chest heaved and drips of sweat fell from willy’s chest. “cum-gonna-cum fuck yeah so fucking close- shit” you moaned out, “come willy, come for me”

“mm baby i can’t help with that fluttering cunt of yours”

with one last twitch, and one last sloppy thrust, you cry out again, now at the feeling of his warm seed coating you. as he pulled out, your conjoined cum dripped out of your pink pussy. willy bit his lip before he decided to dive down and lap you clean. you winced at his flat tongue, gripping the sheets for dear life. “jesus christ william”

he came back up as he kissed your cunt before kissing up towards your mouth again. “you’re so perfect. love how you can take what you tease for all the time” he says in your ear as he moves to the side, letting you follow him to rest on his chest. you smile,

“i get what i want.”

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[mandalaysworld]

everything.

your friend introduces you to a newfound crush and you get your wish because you guys start to hang out. it starts out something small and over time, feelings grow.

momo yaoyorozu model!gf x r&bsingery/n

you are one of the newest and hottest r&b singers in the world right now. and single for the longest. you had a track record of being a serial lover. you couldn’t help it! your life was fast, you never had time to settle down. plus every where you went, you saw the prettiest women and damn sure couldn’t handle yourself! you had situationships with men in the past but you just came to the realization that you preferred women more. men never understood why because you was beyond beautiful despite your talents.

one evening you promised your good friend and fellow pop star ochaco that you would go to an event with her. as a great friend you are, you always keep your word and attend the event. it was a new make up brand launch called MYBeauty by momo yaoyarazu, one of the hottest models right now. when you say hottest, you had literal heart eyes for the girl. the first time you laid eyes on her was in tokyo during a fashion show she walked in. and ever since then, you’ll see her here and there to the point you’ve developed a crush on her. and of course ochaco knows about your little crush she thought it was a perfect idea to come to launch party so you guys can finally meet.

“hey girl! you made it!” ochaco said as she ran up to you and hugged you

you smiled and hugged her back.

“of course. momo got her thing going on here.” you said looking around. ochaco nodded.

“hell yeah! i love her lip line! she sent me a pr kit in the mail and i’m wearing one of her lip sticks now.” she said.

you zoned out immediately once you saw her smiling and hugging different people.

“fuck…” you mumbled. ochaco stopped talking and followed my gaze.

“yes yes! let me introduce you two! give me second!” before i could protest, her little figure pranced her way towards momo.

you looked around to look nonchalant and not nervous out your mind. it’s a difference when it’s a pretty girl and she’s nervous over you…but you being nervous over momo? your thoughts got interrupted when ochaco tapped on your shoulder. you turned around to see ochaco linking arms with momo.

“y/n, this is momo. momo, y/n.” you looked her from head to toe. she looked much more beautiful in person.

oh my god, you thought to yourself.

“hey it’s finally great to meet you.” she said as she extended her hand out.

you reached your hand out and shook it. you rubbed your thumb over the back of her hand softly as you looked her in her eyes.

with a smile you say, “likewise. congratulations on your new business venture.” she smiled and shook a few more seconds and let go.

“thank you so much. if i knew you was going to come i would’ve sent you a pr kit.”

you shrugged. “i rather you send me one personally. it’ll be most definitely appreciated.”

in the corner of your eye, you watched ochaco sneak off leaving you and momo together alone.

“personally? well as you can tell, i’m quite a busy woman. i can say the same for you. as far as i see, you’re never home.” she said.

you felt a dominant energy from her, and you liked it.

maybe i’m reading into this too much already, you thought.

“i have homes in my favorite cities. choose a city and i’ll make it worthwhile.”

momo giggles. “is that a way to invite me to your home?”

you shrugged. “i mean…how ever you take it. i just wanted to you to give me my pr kit personally.”

she smooths her hair behind her ear. “i’ll think about it. but until then let’s exchange contact so we can collaborate.” she said as she pulled her phone out her silver padlock hermes bag.

you literally have the exact purse at home. you pulled your phone out and butted the top of your phones together. it vibrates and her contact picture pops up. your eye widens. momo furrows her eyebrow.

“does there seem to be a problem?” you shook your head no.

“nah…love the contact picture.” she smiled and walked away. you watched her walk away and bit your bottom lip. then you looked down back at the contact picture. it was of her, in a two piece light pink lingerie set with a big ass pair of iridescent looking wings. her tits looked so big and soft.

i can’t wait to put my face in between them!

you kept looking at her picture. a literal fucking angel.

months later…

you smiled as you watched momo do her makeup on face time.

“you always give me that goofy smile when i put on my make up y/n.” she said with a giggle.

she had you propped up on her vanity, front and center. lighting hitting and all.

“cause you’re so beautiful. why don’t you just come over and practice on me?” i asked.

you guys been hanging out a lot lately. and yes she did give you your makeup kit at your doorstep with a bottle of your favorite wine and it’s crazy to say, this was no longer a little crush on momo. your feelings for her are immense. “because you’re only going to try to mess me up. you always want to play around.” she said as she playing rolled her eyes.

all you would do was try to distract her or joke around with her. the energy between you guys is so top tier, it’s like you’ve known each other for forever.

“i can’t help it. you look so mean when you’re concentrating so i have to put a smile on your face every time.” you said with a little pout.

when she’s in business mode, she is so focused, serious, almost nonchalant.

“well sweet pea, i can’t help it. but you know im sweet to you. that’s all that matters, right?” she asked as she put blush on her nose, your favorite part about her routine. you smile.

“yeah that’s all mama.” she gave me a little wink and put her brush down.

“how do i look?” she asked. you looked at her.

“honestly?”

she nodded then stopped. “well…i’m kinda nervous.” she said sheepishly.

“don’t be. come over so i can see it in person.”

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“i feel you squeezing around my fingers baby. pussy just greedy.”

her juices trickled down my fingers to my knuckles as i fingered her tight pussy. momo came over in 30 minutes and the moment you let her in, it was on.

“you look so gorgeous angel i really hate to mess up your makeup this time.” you said before grabbing her neck and kissing her.

right now you had her humming in pleasure as in watched her pussy glisten under my touch. momo throws her head back in pure ecstasy as she massages her breasts.

“y/n baby…don’t stop please. faster.” she was able to get out.

“you don’t have any manners sweetheart? ask me nicely and i just might consider giving you what you want.” you taunted.

she looked at you with a pout.

“please baby? you making me feel so good. go faster please.” she begged.

you hovered over her lips as you sped up.

“like this baby girl?”

the squelching noises from her pussy gets louder. momo’s mouth is parted, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“yeeeeeeeah baby yeah. fuck fuck FUCK i finna cum baby.” she squeals. you smirked.

“really baby? finna cum all over my fingers? im wearing that pretty pussy out already?” you asked as you curled your fingers up.

you watched as her eyebrows knitted together in concentration, just waiting for the knot in her stomach to untie. she moaned as her body jerked uncontrollably as her juices sprayed my forearm and all in the bed.

“give me that shit baby girl! give me all of it! yeah baby…” you praised as you worked your way through her orgasm.

she tried to sit up and scooch up to her headboard. you pulled her legs down and pinned her down.

“don’t try to run away now angel. we just getting started.”

you grabbed her by her neck and moved her head to the side gently to expose her neck. you littered her neck with soft kisses. she squirmed under you as you nibbled on her neck, sure enough it’ll be bruised up by the morning. you go under your pillow and grabbed your light purple, double sided dildo.

“open.”

momo opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, revealing a hot pink snake eye tongue piercing. you shoved the dildo in her mouth.

“get it nice and wet for mommy.”

you watched as her head bobbed up and down. she was gagging and slobbering all over it.

“suck it just like that. im training you so well.” you said as she looked up at you with her big, beautiful eyes.

“you look so innocent swallowing our dick baby. fuck, you look so sexy.”

you twirled it and took it out her mouth, spit strung out falling on her big juicy breasts.

“turn around on all fours.”

she did as she was told, pussy just pretty and pink. you spreaded her lips apart and it was just sticky and wet. you watched her pussy clench on to her imagination.

i’ll never get over this sight!

“i just want a little taste baby.” i said before circling my tongue around her clit.

“ooh…y/n…”

you flicked and sucked, not too much because you don’t want to lose her just yet. you pulled away followed by a groan from her. you slapped her ass cheek twice, hearing some whines. you rubbed the tip of the lilac colored dildo around in her slick, you inserted it. she let out a sweet ass moan, such a beautiful tune to your ears. you watched as her pussy grips around it, her juices are already dripping down the dildo. “fuck baby…just like that. fuck me mommy.” she moaned out. whole time, you’re so aroused by this sight. you turned around and got on your knees as well. you inserted your end of the dildo inside your already wet pussy.

“throw that ass back baby. i want to feel that fat ass clap on mine.” you directed as you reached back to hold the double side dildo in place.

you and momo rocked back and forth simultaneously. you felt her juices drip down the dildo to your finger tips. then you let it go and we was just fucking that dildo inside one another.

pfft, pfft, pfft, was all you could hear and momo’s cries.

“that’s it that’s it FUCK THATS IT!” you squealed out until you squirted.

momo smacked you ass as she felt your juices spray over her back side.

“yesssss mommy. fuck yes, come sit on my face i want to taste you.”

and you did what was told. you held on to your headboard as you grinded your pussy on her face. she caressed your breasts as she fed you little cat licks.

“there you go mama. eat this pussy, you’re doing fucking amazing.” you praised as she started to slurp on your clit.

“ohh fuck…” you moaned out as she stuck her tongue inside me.

momo started to hum as she gave your ass a good squeeze. you leaned back a little and rubbed her pussy. she reached behind you and grabbed her leg back so you can gain better access.

“as much as you’re eating my pussy so fucking good, i can’t leave you hanging. i wanna see your pussy cream.” you spoke out as you stuck your two fingers back inside her. she gave me deep groan.

“my pretty pussy. pretty and pink, fuck look at this.” you managed to get out after a moan. her eyes rolled back as she continued to eat. you felt the pleasure rising in your gut.

“fuck momo don’t stop, don’t fucking stop. right there…right there angel.” you was about to cum.

“you wanna taste right? hmm?” you asked knowing the answer.

momo nodded as you felt her hips buck up. you came hard following momo and her squirt flying.

“my fucking angel! yes! fucking beautiful!” you said before putting you fingers in your mouth.

she breathed heavily as you got up. you saw her foundation smudged from where you was sitting and saw your glossy remnants on the sides of her mouth. you go in your nightstand drawer and grabbed you harness. she watched you seductively as you adjusted it around your thighs. then you reach over and pull her down to the edge of the bed, folding her legs back.

“hold them and don’t move. understand me angel?” you asked as rubbed my dildo’s head around in her juices. she nodded.

“words.”

“yes mommy.”

you inserted yourself in.

“oh my god…fuck.” she moaned out.

you went slow, giving her long deep strokes. you leaned down and started to kiss her slow.

“tell me how you want it baby. i got it all. i’ll keep giving it to you mama." i spoke out as i hovered her lips.

her lips parted, trying to get it out. you started to go deeper.

“what is it baby doll? am i fucking you that stupid now?” you asked lightly smacking her in the face. better yet, you stuck your thumb in her mouth.

“suck.”

fuck she look so good doing that.

you pulled your thumb out and started to rub on her clit in small, fast circles.

“yeeeeah…harder mommy please. please!”

you pushed her hands away and placed your hands where hers were and pounded her until you felt like yall could’ve knocked the bolts out your bed. momo arched her back off the mattress and moaned. you looked down to see her cum dripping down your brown strap.

“look at you! keep making a mess and shit. i’m making you. feel. good. baby?” you asked as you pounded in her four times.

you started to slow your pace and lean back in. you moved her hair off her forehead.

“hm?”

she nodded as you kissed her all over her face softly.

“mommy’s gone fuck you so good and dumb.” you said in her ear and you grinded your hips in deep strokes.

she wrapped her legs around your waist, trapping you in between her legs.

“yeah….there we go. i got you baby.”

moments later, your pelvis was warm and getting wet. you looked down to see a little trickle.

“yeah baby. keep giving it to me….”

after another hour of fucking and switching, you guys both end up in the bath tub. you was sitting behind momo kissing her shoulders.

“how do you feel? are you okay?” you asked.

she hummed and leaned her head back to look at you and pulled my head down for a kiss.

“breathtaking…”

you smiled, taking pride in what you’ve done. then she turned around all the way to face you. the water trickled down her body. her pink nipples perked from the cool air.

“but i know there’s more you have up your sleeve…” she said sucking on your neck.

you let off a small moan. she giggled.

“i want you to give me everything.”

[lesbianslvt666]

Hi, how are you?

can u imagine the reader is ellie's girlfriend and one day she goes on the reader's instagram and sees a guy sending nasty messages to the reader and it makes her angry, something like ellie texts the guy threatening him and then she argues with the reader for not telling her about it and that ends up with ellie fucking the reader hard, but being cute in the end? ty 😘

Hello love 💕

Not proofread lol

Cw: smut, mean!Ellie, kinda sub!Reader i guess, slaps, fingering (R! Receiving), kinda denigration, squirting, over stimulation. Rushed ending. Idk what else lol

Ellie and you trusted each other so much.

You where the one with the idea of having both face id’s on your phones, so when you where doing something else Ellie could look for a song or do whatever.

And now was very handy. Ellie was bored out of her mind, you had offered to cook something fast to watch a movie and her phone was dead.

She unlocked it and went straight to instagram, she loved watching your pics and you had the most random explore page.

It wasn’t a secrete that you had too many unread messages, i mean, look at you! Pretty and talented, a lot of randoms followed you there either for your fashion or your looks or to watch you paint or to hear snippets of your songs.

Ellie thought it was a good laugh to go thorough your your requests, people where shameless sometimes, sometimes funny, and other times like right now, where just so nasty.

The ugliest dude with only one misogynistic meme on his page. The messages started as “flirtatious” (dry and awkward) but as time went by the messages got more and more aggressive and sexually suggestive.

Her blood was boiling, her free hand was scrunching the duvet with so much force that her finger where burning.

Without a second thought she started to type, every word more aggressive than the last one, she typed the last words fast and sent it, she left you phone down, face red, her anger was blinding her.

You entered the room with two plates of food.

“Babe, ya’ wanna help me with the drinks? Couldn’t bring them and-“ your word cut off by her scoff, your eyes traveling to her.

“Whats wrong Ells?” Your words careful after leaving the plates down.

“Angel, you remember when i told you that if anyone ever even dared looking at you the wrong way you were to tell me? Like right away?” Her hand traveling all the was up caressing from you hand up you arm to your face.

She places a stray hair behind your pretty ear. “Yes baby” your voice small, her face changed. “You don’t have anything to tell me?” Her middle and thumb fingers grabbed you harshly.

Moving your face to her liking, looking at you in a way that kinda scared you, however that only made your wetness pool on you panties.

“No baby, i promise” her eyes went dark, blown pupils, her lust mixing with anger. “You slutty lair” her mouth attacking yours with hunger.

She was feeling every part of you and you let her, although your confusion was fighting for dominance against your lust.

“Wait baby, what- ahhh- what why… mmmhhh” you couldn’t speak correctly, her mouth leaving marks on your neck and her hands squeezing your ass harshly was enough to make you delirious.

“There’s” a slap on your eyes made you squeeze your cunt on nothing, eyes closing shut. “A stupid bitch” another slap. “on your request” and she took this time to manhandle you to the bed.

she sat without a word and bed you over her lap. “His messages are very disgusting angel” slap. “Why didn’t you told me?” Her hands massaging your ass to let you speak.

“I just.. umm.. i dint wanted to ummmhaaaaa.. worry you baby!” After every word you spoke her hand traveled further in between your legs.

“It was nothing… mmmmhhaaaa!” Her hand slapped your cunt when you said that, anger filling her again.

“Nothing?” Her face coming close to your face. “Can i take this off princess?” Her fingers hooking up at the waist band of your butty shorts. “Yes, Ellie yessss please, touch me, do anything!”

She took it, taking down your shorts and panties.

Soaked pussy glistening with your milky essence.

She licked her lips while moving her fingers up and down, the stimulation too much.

She inserted two fingers out of nowhere, the pain mixing with delicious pleasure.

“Fuck baby, yes, like that…” your voice just above a whisper. Her hand moving in and out of your pussy so hard your juices where dripping down yours and her leg. You couldn’t take it any longer.

She stopped all movements, carrying you to the bed, taking off your shirt and hers, she knew how much you liked seeing her boobs bounce when she fucked you.

“You better tell me, this shit, even if its not important okay bitch?” Her hand glistening with your cum massaging your boobs, pinching hard and without a care, your body squirming at the feeling, and after all the juices where clean on your tits, she moved to your neck, pressing your wind pipe softly, loving how your mouth opened and your eyes rolled back in bliss.

And thats how she fucked you for the past hour, fingers in and out through your squirts and highs, aiming for over stimulation, and when you simply couldn’t take it any more. She stopped.

She knew your body like the palm of her hand and she know she was overstepping her boundaries. Even if you loved it.

She knew you’ll be sore in the morning and she didnt wanted you to feel uncomfortable.

She give your clit a sweet kiss, going all the way up to your face, she kiss all over, both giggling at her sweet change.

“I love you baby, i just don’t want anyone to make you feel bad or anything” she was a bit awkward, feelings weren’t an easy thing for her.

She took a soft towel that she bought especially for this cause she thought “the normal towels could be too rough on your pretty skin”, wet it a bit and came back to clean you.

She tossed the towel back to the bathroom and took both plates, both of you now under the covers and cuddling on the bed, she pressed play on the Lorax and you laughed at that.

“I love you Ellie” you said looking up at her.

“I love you more baby” she said kissing you on the forehead.

“Fuck i forgot the drinks” she said followed by a groan.

Hope you liked this baby 💋🫶

[hauntedcollection]

WARNING: CONTAINS IMPLIED SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/IDEATION. DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

[Life is always better with you in it. I promise it’ll get better.]

Summary:

You and Simon had a good progress on your relationship… until he decided to break up and ghost you. Now he’s returned hoping to reconcile.

I might’ve been crying the entire time writing the dialogue… needless to say my eyes were puffy the following day…

Hot showers always seemed to be the best way to melt the day’s struggles away. Especially with being under stress from work, struggling to get a restful night’s sleep, and still recovering from the abrupt breakup with your boyfriend. He really lived up to his callsign because after his brief speech of ending the relationship, Simon “Ghost” Riley had simply vanished from your life. Granted, the two of you were taking things extremely slow. From when you met him, you sensed he’s lived a life that wasn’t kind at all. Being so patient with him had rewarded you with learning a new layer of Simon’s personality and little life details. But you persevered with him because you saw his worth in your future. Well… at least you did.

Shutting off the water and drying yourself off with a towel before dressing yourself in sweats and a jumper to contain the warmth of the shower you absorbed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway. The stark contrast of the cold floor against you feet had you rushing to the bedroom, but before you could enter you felt a slight draft. You paused in your steps and listened to the quiet night. Did you leave the window open? You knew it was opened earlier to not keep in the scent of the meal you cooked. Heading to the living room to slide it shut and hurry to kick on the heat, you missed the dark figure sitting in the corner of the room hidden by the shadows.

“You took a while to finish up.” The rumbling voice that sent pleasant butterflies through you only caused terror to strike through your chest.

“Oh, for fucks sake!… Simon?… are you trying to give me a heart attack?… wait… what are you doing here? How’d you get in?!” still feeling your heart trying to calm itself after a fright, you couldn’t help the nervous feeling of seeing Simon again even if he did break your heart and ghosted you.

“… went on an op… I did quite a bit of thinking… I missed you…” his words only struck annoyance in you,

“… right… I totally believe you. Listen, I’m not up for it to go back and forth with you… just… just leave me alone.” You couldn’t believe that after this man had left you for weeks, basically months, and now returned just because ‘he missed you’.

“Oh, come now Lovie. Let’s talk for a bit now.” Despite Simon dressed in his civvies, he still fashions himself as a shadow. His stature rising from the chair and slowly approaching you, reaching a hand to caress your cheek, “please let me explain.”

“No Simon… did you seriously think I’d welcome you back with open arms after you ended things, disappeared to fuck knows where, and popped right back expecting me to go along with you?… Simon, it really hurt… and I can’t let you in again…” gently maneuvering his hand away from your face only gave him the opportunity to grab your arm,

“Then explain to me all those calls. All those messages and voicemails you left me. Begging for an explanation. Pleading for me to reconsider… I thought you cared… or is it that you’ve become so ‘cold-hearted’ and had someone else?” Simon’s tone had a hint of anger and betrayal, but you couldn’t help but feel blinding heat for what he insinuated.

“You don’t get to pin this on me, Simon… I did care for you… but just out of the blue ending things… and not even explaining why… if anything, you are the reason why I’m so ‘cold-hearted’ because it felt like I died… you think I had time or energy to put myself out like that? Do you really think of me so low? No, I was being delusional the whole time hoping it was a nightmare…” at the sound of your true annoyance and being cross at him, Simon’s eyes widened just a fraction. His mind scrambling to try remedy the situation not only from hearing how upset you are but also hearing how your voice began to waver.

“Listen… darling… I messed up. I know I did. Even now I’m messing up… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for ending things how I did… I just… I wanted you to have a reason to hate me… to be with someone else… someone better.” Simon had taken to rub the wrist he had in his grasp, smoothing over your skin with the rough pad of his thumb, “… I was only trying to protect you from me… I really care for you…” his remorseful admission had brought out the frustration you thought you buried.

“No… no Simon… that’s not protecting me at all… I… I couldn’t eat… I couldn’t sleep. I still can’t… do you know how much I’ve gone mad thinking of any possible thing that I could’ve done for you to leave me?” The heat you felt earlier had now travelled to your face, concentrating on your cheeks and in your eyes, distorting your vision of Simon’s face staring at you intensely. You could only swallow a lump before continuing, “… I’ve always told myself it was stupid for people to give up on life when a partner leaves… but I was so close to ending it, Simon… I was so convinced that no one would ever love me…” despite the tears escaping and your voice warbling, you still look at Simon. Watching his reaction, his realization of what transpired in his absence, what could’ve happened. Simon’s stomach twisting in the familiar way when a mission takes an unexpected turn. Taking both of his hands to caress your face, attempting to wipe away the continuous flow of tears.

“Lovie… no, Lovie, no… don’t say that. Don’t say such things… I’d never let that happen… you know I wouldn’t let you hurt yourself… I’m so sorry, Lovie… I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you, I really am…” Simon’s internal panic has caused his heart to drop, “ I can’t imagine my life without you, Lovie… please, please Love… give me another chance. It won’t happen again. I promise.” Now your admission and reflection of what you’ve experienced had caused quiet sobs and hiccups to interrupt your breathing.

“… but it’s true!… I seriously thought I did something wrong!… or that something was wrong with me!… I was so alone!… I can’t- I can’t do this… I can’t trust you again!…” Simon releases your face in favor of wrapping his arms around you, to bring you in to him in an effort to hold you closer to his heart. Listening to the hurt in your voice that he caused. Simon rubbed his hands up and down your back, rocking the both of you back and forth, all the while listening to the muffled sounds of you being in pain.

“I’m so sorry, darling… I’m so so sorry.” He pulls away just enough to once again try to wipe away the tears from your warm cheeks, pressing kisses from your forehead across your eyes and all over your cheeks in an effort to stop the tears, “Please… please, you have to believe me. I love you with everything I am. I always have… Lovie, please don’t leave me…” Simon once again brought you into his embrace, holding onto you tightly as if you’ll break into pieces.

“… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t… because what if it happens again?…it hurt… I don’t wanna be hurt again…”

“Lovie, please don’t cry anymore… I won’t ever let you hurt again. I’ll take care of you. We promised we’d marry one day… don’t let this break us apart… I don’t want to live without you.” His words felt so sincere, the way he held you was so desperate. Seeing you being this hurt over him was another type of pain he was not familiar with. “I’m willing to do anything for you… all I ask is your forgiveness. Please Love… forgive me…”

“… yeah… that was what we promised… but you went ahead and left me anyways… I was the one abandoned, wondering what went wrong… I want to believe you… I really do… but I’d be a fool to trust you again…” eyes now red and puffy, yet still producing a steady stream of tears for Simon to continue wiping away.

“Darling… I understand… I know why you can’t believe me right now… but please… let me make it up to you…” with Simon now fully cradling you face in his hands, staring into you with a determination and resolve, “I’ll treat you better… I’ll treat you like royalty, like the most precious gem in the world… I’ll buy whatever you want, buy the most expensive jewelry… please, give me another chance, Love… call me ‘your Simon’ again…”

“… I don’t want to be treated like royalty… I don’t want the most expensive jewelry… all I wanted was you… that’s all I was happy with… I was perfectly happy knowing I had you…” those words truly broke Simon within. Knowing that he had ruined what was the best thing in his life. All because of his cowardice, he had caused pain to someone he loved. Listening to you cry because of him, because of what he’d done, he was willing to do anything to make you happy.

“Alright darling… I’ll give you what you want… you’re all I ever needed, so this is breaking me… if you won’t give me a chance as your lover… can I at least stay in your life as a friend?… I want you to be happy… and even if it means without me… I’ll do it.” Simon now grasped both of your hands and held it close to his heart, you could feel the strong beat of his heart within his chest. And as you looked at him through your wet lashes, you could see he was being sincere. That he meant what he said. That he was truthful in promising to do better, and that even if you didn’t want him in your life anymore that he would respect it. As much as you were trying to send him off, reject his appeals… you couldn’t help but feel hopeful for another try.

“… Simon… Simon… I forgive you… please, don’t leave me… I forgive you… but please don’t hurt me again… I won’t survive it… it hurt so much… so please don’t leave me again… if you don’t love me, just tell me… but don’t abandon me like that again…” you wrapped your arms around Simon’s neck, burying your face into the crook of it and tightening your hold on him. The sobs came once more, but as you felt Simon’s arms slide against you for an embrace, you felt a sense of calm.

“Shh… alright darling… shh… I won’t abandon you… never again, Lovie… I’m so sorry… I swear it won’t happen again… I love you so much…” Simon resumes rocking you back and forth while pulling away between words to press kisses over your face, “From now on, nothing will separate us… I’ll always be with you… I promise to keep you happy forever…” squeezing you tightly against him, Simon couldn’t help but to breathe in your scent. He heard your cries subsiding and all that remained were the sounds of your sniffles,

“… this better not happen again… I seriously couldn’t take it…” even pressed against him with your words muffled, Simon heard it loud and clear.

“It won’t happen again, darling… I love you… I love you so much… as long as I’m breathing, you’ll never cry over me… do you understand?” Simon pulls away to hold your face gentle within his hands, the face he dreams of and longs to kiss when he’s away, “My Lovie, may I kiss you?” And only when he asks that do you attempt to wipe away the mess of your face, carefully dabbing at your eyes and wiping away any nose drippings with your sleeve. Yet it’s still a sight that Simon loves, he hates that he’s made you cry like this but it’s brought a warmth to know that someone loves him this dearly.

“… I’m all covered in tears and snot, Simon…” your face warms as you feel the embarrassment of breaking down in front of Simon like that, yet you glance at him through your wet lashes only to find that he was staring the entire time. You felt his warm hands caress your face and noticed him bringing your foreheads together whilst letting out a quiet chuckle,

“Regardless, my love, you are still so beautiful and precious to me.” Not a single moment was wasted before you were pulled into a passionate kiss.

[drewsbuzzcut]

I love their romance feels realistic for their age as well. Although I would love to have a blurb of them doing LDR when he’s in the NHL and she’s in Paris. Alternatively a day of them spending in an Paris

So I haven’t actually decided if Dallas will live in Paris or if she turns down the offer. For the sake of this request, we’ll say she’s in Paris for a little bit during Nick’s first year in the NHL

warnings: minor angst

Dallas makes her way up to her tiny apartment, coffee in one hand and a roll of fabric in the other. She struggles with slotting her key in the keyhole, the shrill ring of her phone making her nerves heighten. She knows who’s calling her and she shouldn’t be so annoyed by it, but she is.

“Yes?” She says into the phone that’s now between her cheek and shoulder, voice short and hard.

Between the stress of finishing her first 5 pieces of her collection and Nick’s schedule not coinciding with hers, Dallas feels like she’s hanging by a single, tattered thread.

“Woah. What’s wrong?” Nick asks. She doesn’t even have to see him to know his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting at his lip.

“What isn’t wrong? My deadline is nearing its end and I still have one piece to work on. My fabric choices aren’t vast, so I’m literally hauling myself into any and every fabric store to find what I need. Oh! And I can’t talk to you right now,” she huffs into the phone, finally pushing her door open.

Her lips part to allow oxygen into her lungs. Her hair that was neat an hour ago, is now all over the place. Strands pulled out from her hairstyle now lay over her forehead and get caught in her mouth as she talks.

“Babe, it’ll be okay. You’re a fashion genius, you’ll figure it out. But, what do you mean you can’t talk?” He tries to hype her up, but he’s a little lackluster because she can’t talk.

“I already told you, Nick. My schedule is strict. I was available for a phone call yesterday- one that you were available for as well, but then you said that something came up. You’re the one who canceled our call yesterday, so yeah, I can’t talk today,” Dallas snaps, a hand pressing into her forehead to prevent the headache she already feels from draining her completely.

“I’m sorry, okay? I had something important that I couldn’t just cancel, but surely you can take a little break,” he says, trying to keep calm.

“I take a break every time I step away from the damn sewing machine to look for fabric, or to eat for fucks sake. I can’t do this right now. I need to let you go,” she rants and clicks the red button on her phone.

She inhales and exhales deep breaths and lets her tears drip down her cheeks. She feels bad for snapping at him, but he can’t expect her to drop everything when he won’t. You get what you give.

She stomps through the tiny layout of her temporary home, flinging herself on her bed and dialing Nick’s number.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“I’m sorry. I’m so stressed. If I don’t get this last piece figured out, then all of this will just be a waste of time and money. Money I can’t afford to lose out on. I can’t even begin to fathom what the investors will tell other companies about my capabilities. It doesn’t help that I miss you every single second of the day. I wish I was with you. Why did I come to Paris?” Dallas rants, her tears evident in the way her breathing stalls and her soft sniffles.

“Baby, I love you. You’re my wife and my wife is amazing at what she does. You’re having trouble right now, but you’ll figure it out. Once you do, you’ll be unstoppable. This isn’t a waste and those investor assholes don’t have any room to talk badly about you. I miss you so much, June bug. We’re going to be okay, though. Only a month left until you come back to me, or I can go to you. We can spend a week or two and do all the things you were too busy to do,” Nick soothes her. It feels like she’s being kissed through the phone.

She misses him so much.

“Promise?” Her voice is scratchy, but Nick can hear the vulnerability.

“I promise.”

“I love you, Nicky. Tell me about your day. Maybe I can spark up some up inspiration,” she allows herself one moment of peace, listening to her husband’s voice.

[dumblilb]

UNAPPROACHABLE ゚☆

Frank iero x Fem!reader

(Summary: she was terrifying, no one should be that kind of perfect. But he didn’t care. She didn’t scare him.)

(This is set in the Im Not Okay (i promise) music video universe and it’s loosely based on it. So they are all seniors in high school besides Mikey who is a junior.)

(Warnings: lots of fluff, a lil angst, a little physical violence (not in the relationship), and cursing)

(Words: 4412)

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She’s the schools most unapproachable girl. Her pretty hair and bright eyes make gazing at her almost uncomfortable, because no one knew what would happen if she caught you. But that was the problem. People would just assume who she was.

How she behaved. Because putting in the effort to find out who was under the porcelain structure she upheld in the halls was to taxing of an idea. Which means no one knows besides her small group of friends that she is a genuine and kind girl who wouldn’t hurt a fly.

No matter who it was she would always greet a person with a smile. An optimistic shield surrounded her in her daily life to hide the anxieties that riddled her brain when she was behind closed doors. She knew no one would truly ever understand or like her for her because no one ever cared enough to find out for themselves.

That was till she met him.

He didn’t give a fuck who she was when he sat down in the chair next to her, during a random third period. He just new he was annoyed.

“Mr. Iero please move yourself away from Mr. Way and Mr. Toro. How about…. Hmm, ah yes. Next to miss (l/n).” The older woman hummed as she turned away from the ineligible chicken scratch she was writing on the board. The noises coming from the back row distracting her.

“Ugh…” he whined picking up his notebook and a banged up pen, bringing it to the table next to the girl. A loud thud sound echoing in the room as he sat down dramatically.

His notebook was covered in sketches and what seamed to be paragraphs of what stylistically, the girl assumed to be poetry. A few staples holding the corners on for dear life.

He looked up at her and all she could do was what she did best. She gave him a soft smile, hoping to make him feel at ease in his new chair at the front of the room. He just rolled his eyes and started to hit his pen on his notebook in a drumming fashion. Which explained why it looked almost chewed up.

She adjusted herself in her seat making sure her uniform looked straight. She could feel his eyes boring into her every few seconds. But she couldn’t help but do the same. The way he looked made her head go all fuzzy. He didn’t look like the rest of the people at the school. From his haircut, to his lip ring, to the way his uniform fit. She was entranced.

But for the first time she would be the one caught staring.

“Why do you keep looking at me all weird.” He asks in an almost offended tone. He sees her eyes widen as she quickly removes her gaze from him. He could tell she’s never been called out so blatantly before. He found it almost funny.

“Oh! Im sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She apologized profusely. He saw her sink into herself. Her confident façade melting away at his words. He felt a little bad. She almost seamed terrified of her self because of what she had done. Which frankly wasn’t a big deal. He was pretty much doing the same thing. He was just better at hiding it. As he looked at her eyes, he sighed and softened his gaze.

“No I’m sorry that was rude… I guess. You’re fine. I’m just annoyed.” He explains softly, causing her to look over at him.

“Cause she moved you from your friends? Yeah that sucks.” She agreed looking down at her hand with a tingling feeling in her cheeks. The way he looked at her made her feel things she hadn’t before. His eyes are a bright hazel color that stand out in contrast to his rich black hair. His lip ring made staring at his lips almost impossible and she didn’t understand why.

She wasn’t used to being the one who was nervous. Normally being on the receiving end, but he was screwing with her head. She just didn’t know she was doing the same. He was in utter shock by the kindness the undeniably pretty girl next to him was giving off. People who looked like her where normally the type to shove him in lockers and aggressively nudge his bag to the floor as he walked in the halls. Or throw food at him durning lunch. But she didn’t seem like that. She greeted him with a smile and treated him like a human. He couldn’t help but feel all bubbly inside.

“Yeah but it’s okay I guess…. Im Frank by the way.” He smiles causing her insides to melt.

“Im (y/n), it’s really nice to meet you.” She says returning the favor.

“You too.” He grins trying not to show the joy on his face.

And as they both looked away, staring at anything but each other, they wouldn’t realize this was the beginning. Over the next few weeks the once boring 3rd period seamed to become each of their favorite class of the day.

Small talk became genuine conversation. Leaning into each others presence rather than cowering away in awkward fear of friendly rejection.

“So your in a band?” She exclaims. The excitement consuming her voice. He nods, a wide smile resting on his face.

“Dude that’s so cool. I’ve always wanted to be in a band.” She continues.

“You should come by a practice. We could use an audience for once.” He chuckles slumping further back into his seat.

“That sounds great.” She said pulling out her phone, flipping it open.

“Our next rehearsal is after school, you wanna hitch a ride?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Yeah I’d like that.” She smiled.

The two boys sitting in the back of the classroom gave each other a knowing look. As the school bell rang everyone got up and grabbed their bags. With out even thinking about it she gave him a hug.

“I’ll meet you in the parking lot after school, okay?” She smiles and the boy nods, stunned into place.

“Yeah yeah, sounds good.” He stutters out and she walks out of the room.

The two guys walk up behind him and pat him on the back.

“Holy shit!” Ray exclaims.

“She uh, she’s coming to watch us practice.” Frank says turning to the two guys.

“No way she didn’t think it was lame?” Gerard says running his hands threw his shoulder length hair.

“No she actually said it was really cool.” He explains and they boys eyes widen.

“Wow, okay. Then we need to tell Mikey.” Ray says. The others nod in agreement and head out the classroom door to find the junior way brother.

After the school day was over they all headed into the parking lot to find (y/n) leaned against the wall her uniform jacket held in her arms with a pair of headphones over her ears.

The boys walk up to her and Frank taps her on the shoulder bringing her out of her daze.

“Oh hey! Are we ready to go?” She asks scanning the group of boys in front of her.

“Yeah let’s go.” He says holding out a hand and leading her to his car. Everyone pilling in.

“Do you mind if I play some music?” Frank says and points to the radio.

“Yeah, you’re all good.” She responds. He turns the radio on and nirvana starts playing. The boys all look at each other a little worried she might not like the type of music they do. That is till she starts humming along. Causing their eyes to widen.

“So uh, you like Nirvana?” Ray asks.

“Yeah, plus this is off the unplugged album. It’s one of my favorites.” She says getting visibly excited by the topic.

“No yeah, it’s really good.” Ray says.

“Ugh this is so cool!” She exclaims.

“What is?” Frank asks with a small laugh.

“It’s just… none of my friends are into this stuff. Well, I guess till I met you guys. It’s nice to have people I can relate to.” She smiles softly causing the rest to grin.

“We’re happy you’re our friend.” Gerard smiles.

“Yeah, we really are.” Frank says quickly looking over to her from the drivers seat. A warm smile on his lips. She couldn’t help but look at his lips and wonder if his lip ring would feel cold against her lips.

Feeling the heat rise to her cheeks she looks out the window and sees the street they’re driving down.

“Hey I live a few doors down. Do you wanna stop by real quick. I kinda wanna change out of the uniform if it’s not to much trouble.” She asks politely and they all agree that it’s fine. They then pull in-front of her house.

“Okay so my parents are gonna be out of the house till around 10 with my siblings. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.” She says walking up the stairs to her room. Nerves wrack her body as she heads upstairs. This would be the first time they would see her in clothes outside of school. What if they thought she was lame? They where so much cooler than she was. At least that’s what she thought.

She walked into her room closing the door quickly. She pulled out a pair of grey cargos and a tight white spaghetti strap shirt. Putting them on she grabbed her chucks and her bag. Lastly grabbing her black cardigan she opened her door only to find Frank in her doorway, his hand up in a knocking position.

“Oh sorry, I was just gonna ask where your bathroom was… but wow your room is so cool.” He says enamored by the atmosphere and she steps aside so he can observe further. The posters of bands like Led Zeppelin, Bob Marley, and Pearl Jam adorning her walls. Small pictures of people covered the lose space fallowed by plants strung all over the room. A leather jacket and multiple pairs of black boots on the floor by her dark green lounge chair in the corner. Her bed was unmade and covered in pillows and blankets. A small Teddy bear, that was visibly old, lying next to her pillow. A desk covered in makeup products and an old mirror on the other wall.

“Oh thanks. Whenever I go to the record store I like to get a new poster so my walls look a little cluttered. I’ve had to start putting them on my celling.” She says blushing hard over the fact that an attractive boy was in her room.

“It’s cool as fuck to be honest. Do you have people over often. This seams like such a chill hang out spot.” he looks to her and asks.

“Oh uh no actually. I don’t really have that many friends.” She awkwardly chuckles trying to ease the tension. He looks to her confused.

“How? Everyone at school loves you. And I see you with other girls in the halls.” He asks as his brows furrowed.

“Those are just what I like to call.. school friends. They are fun to hangout with when we are at school but they don’t really ever want to hang out outside of that. I guess I’m used for their school rep. Plus I’m always told I’m very… unapproachable. I don’t really understand why.”

“I don’t find you unapproachable.” He smiles taking a step closer.

“You are probably one of the coolest girls I’ve ever met.” He continues taking another step closer. The room got thick with tension. Her breath hitched and she look straight into his eyes. Neither of them really knew what was about to happen. But before they could find out Mikey knocked on the door way.

“Hey we better get going. Me and Gerard’s mom will be home in a few hours and we wanna get a good practice in. Oh sick room (y/n).” He smiles and walks back down the stairs.

“I- uh guess we should get going.” She says and heads out the door him following close behind. He couldn’t help but notice her arms and they walked down the stairs. His eyes widened.

“You have tattoos?” He asks extremely surprised.

“Yeah I’m planning on getting another before prom but I haven’t gotten around to it.” She says causally and his heart starts beating faster. She was so cool and she didn’t even realize it.

“Speaking of which where did you get your lip pierced? I’m thinking of getting a nose ring.” She asks.

“Oh I- I did it myself in Gerard’s basement, but the place I get my tattoos done has a good piercer. I can take you if you’d like.” He says as they head out to the car.

“That sounds awesome.” She grins and his heart stops. The color of her eyes in the sun made him weak.

“Cool cool.” He says and hops in the front seat driving to the way household.

They get there and head to the basement where they find two guitars, a bass, 3 mics and drum set.

“What do each of you do?” She asks as she takes a seat on the couch in the corner.

“Well Mikey plays bass, I play guitar, Frank plays Rhythm guitar, and Gerard sings.” Ray explains.

“I’m so excited.” She leans back into the couch as they each set up. The sounds of tuning and some screeching from the amps ended with a soft “one. two. three.” Which was very misleading for the sound this band made. The sound was almost violent, but it was still so beautiful that you enjoyed it. Making you re think things about yourself. She couldn’t help but stare at Frank as he played.

He was almost manic in his movements. The way he swung his body around as he played, never in one spot for long. His faces made him look almost pleasured by every stroke… of his guitar that is. She felt butterflies in her stomach as the song stopped and he looked to her. She could see a sense of what seemed to be nervousness on his face. Like he was waiting for her approval. But the large smile on her face made the heat rise to his cheeks.

She liked it.

After that day she went to every single practice. She was their number one supporter. Her and Frank grew really close because of it. Every practice he would offer her a ride home. And every time he would pull up to her house and she’d ask if he wanted to come inside. With a smirk he would nod and they would go up to her room. She would put on a movie and they would ignore it. They would sit and talk for hours. About everything. Things like old crushes, arguments with their parents. They would tell deep secrets and embarrassing stories. Every time it would start getting a little to late he would tell her his mom would be worried and she would walk him to the door. And there would be this moment. They would look into each others eyes and for a second it felt like a magnet was pulling them together. He would look down to her lips, and just think ‘how could something look so soft?’ And he’d have to stop himself from leaning in.

He’d take a step back and thank her for her time. He’d walk to his car and sit down roughly placing a hand down to the wheel while rubbing his other across his face. He just didn’t have the balls to do it. She was to good to be true. But she would also back into her house and shake her head in frustration. She just didn’t understand why she couldn’t make the first move. He seemed to cool for her.

This one day she was standing in the halls at school when one of her friends walks up… and just slaps her straight across the face.

“You bitch!” The red haired girl yells as the noise of the slap echos threw the space.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” (Y/n) says holding a hand to her cheek.

“Why does every single guy I like always want you!” She screams.

“Except you are so goddamn unapproachable they don’t even want to do anything about it. Just watch you from afar like perves. And I’m left alone for no good reason!” She cries.

“I’m sorry I-“ (y/n) tried to say before the girl slaps her again.

“No! Don’t fucking apologize! This is why none of us actually like you! Just stay away from me!” She yells and storms off.

The entire hall way was silent as they stared at the girl with red cheeks and glossy eyes. Four guys run up to her and lead her out of the school to the parking lot.

“(Y/n) are you okay?” Mikey asks concerned as Frank and Gerard sit her down on the curb. Her breathing got heavy and she looked up to Frank. In a swift feat of emotions she starts to sob. Frank looks to the three guys.

“Hey guys you should go back to class, I’ll sit with her.” He says.

“Are you sure?” Ray asks.

“Yeah we”ll be fine.” He reassures and they nod, walking back into school. Frank sits down next to her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t understand what’s wrong with me.” She says through tears and he rubs her shoulder.

“There is nothing wrong with you.” He sighs.

“I just don’t understand. Why am I so unapproachable. I don’t try to be. I go through life with a promise to be kind and it repays me with loneliness.”

“You’re not unapproachable. You never seamed that way to me.” He smiles down at her.

“Which I don’t get. You are the only person at this school who treats me like I’m a real person.”

“I guess it’s cause you’re, we’ll don’t take this weird, but you’re really pretty. And I guess people are intimidated by that. But everyone treats me like shit at this school so before I knew you. To me you just seemed like everyone else. But now that I know you, you don’t intimidate me. You just leave me in awe.” He confesses, running his hand through his hair. His face bright red. I nervous chuckle leaving his lips.

“Do you really see me that way?” She says turning towards him, wiping her tears away with a soft smile.

“Well yeah, and I don’t understand how you don’t. You’re just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the out. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” He says, bashfully looking down. His voice getting soft enough it ended in a whisper.

“Frank.” She sighed.

“Yeah?” He asks looking from his lap to her eyes. And what he saw left his heart yearning. No one had ever looked at him that way before. He could see the emotions pooling behind her eyes. The pleading they held for him. He knew what he should do. But she didn’t let him make the first move. Well, more like she didn’t give him the chance.

She placed her hand to his cheek slowly caressing it with her thumb taking in the way he looked. His eyes where so bright the hazel color was all she could think of. She leaned in as his eyes fluttered shut. The feeling of his cold lip ring causing a shiver to go down her spine. His lips where surprisingly soft as they moved together with hers. He couldn’t help but move his hand up to the nape of her neck. The feeling of her skin sending him into orbit. The soft sound of surprise leaving his lips made her stomach flip. They slowly moved apart and he looked at her with surprise.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever met.” She said in a soft, yet sincere, voice. His cheeks practically glowed red as he leaned his forehead against hers.

The next few months they where always together. And for the first time in a while they where happy.

They would go to concerts together and sneak out to get tattoos. He went with her to get her nose pierced. He thought she looked so badass he got a nose stud. Afterwards they made out in his car, only to leave a few noticeable marks on each of their necks. Her mother noticed before she did and Frank was banned from the house for a week. Much to Gerard and rays amusement.

They had weekly movie nights after rehearsals. They would sit and talk barley watching and when the fell asleep with their limbs tangled together covered messily in blankets, her mother would walk in to tell her it was time for Frank to go home. Only to find them peacefully asleep. So she would call up franks mom and explain, leading to multiple unplanned sleepovers and very awkward family breakfasts in the morning.

That was till she started noticing him being a little distant. He would start to actually watch the movies on movie night and he would leave afterwards. Even telling her rehearsal was cancelled two or three times, when she knew from the others that it wasn’t.

“Hey Frank.” She said as they sat together in her dark green chair listening to the soft sounds of her record player spinning in the corner.

“Yeah.” He said mindlessly fiddling his lip ring with his teeth. As she traced his tattoos she sighed.

“Are you okay? You just seam a little… spaced out lately.” She asks softly. He looks to her and she could see a flash of sadness behind his eyes before he looked away again.

“Oh I’m fine, just a little tired I guess.” He says dismissively. She could tell he was lying and so she pushed a little.

“I’m mean are you sure? Cause-“

“Yes Im sure just drop it okay.” He snapped a little and she sat in shock her fingers leaving his arms. The large green chair suddenly feeling to small for the both of them. She got up and was about to leave the room to give him a break when he continued, stopping her in her tracks.

“It’s just… I saw you 3 weeks ago. You where standing on the field with one of the players. And he was touching your arms.” He says sitting up and her heart dropped. He though she was cheating.

“That wasn’t what you think it was.” She says taking a step closer to him.

“Oh yeah? And what was it?” He said standing up.

“He was hitting on me and touching me without my permission. I told him to stop because I have a boyfriend. Is this what’s been bothering you?” She explained her heart racing.

“Well yeah. Cause to me it just looked like my girlfriend was being asked out by someone who was more in her league than I am.” He says and frustrated tears well up in his eyes. He couldn’t get over the feeling he wasn’t enough for her after actually seeing her with someone like that.

“You know I would never do that to you Frank. Why wouldn’t you just talk to me sooner?” She asks. And he heard her words. And they made sense to him but the feeling where still bubbling up inside.

So he called her the one thing she told him she hated.

“Cause you’re so unapproachable when it comes to this stuff! You’re just little miss perfect!” He exclaims in a moment of anger. Mostly with himself.

The gasp that left her lips sounded like an echo in the silence.

But the look she had when her eyes widened, brimming with tears, had his brain shut off. He knew he messed up and quickly softened his features. Starting to walk closer to her.

“(Y/n) I’m sorry I-“

“You where the only person who never called me that… who never treated me that way.” She said as the tears burned her cheeks.

“(Y/n)- please I didn’t mean it. I was just overly emotional.” He says, his voice soft.

“Why would you say that.”

“It’s just. It’s the only thing about you that is even a little imperfect.” He sighs.

“I’m not as perfect as you like to think. You’re just blinded by how you feel. The first time I kissed you, it was because you saw me for who I am. Just like everyone else. I have insecurities, I have problems and I’m not perfect.” She says and sits down on her bed as he steps closer to her.

“I know it’s just… everyday. We walk through the halls and people cant help but give me weird looks. This one guy even threatened to beat my up after school if I didn’t leave you alone. Every time your absent they throw food at me during lunch. And I just can’t help but wonder why your with me.” He says and his lip starts to quiver. She looks up at him and realized she had never seen him cry. His voice was shaking and his eyes got red. She had seen him get teared up but never like this. He looked so…. broken.

“Frank, why didn’t you tell me…?” She asks and he takes a step closer.

“I just didn’t think it would matter. But then I thought I saw you with that guy and I got scared.” He says as he steps down onto his knees in front of her. Pleading with his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I should have said something.” He exclaims softly.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you told me though. People are horrible. But all that matters is I love you and nothing is changing that. No stupid football players or mean girls. Cause to me you are beautiful. Inside and out.” She smiles as he looks up at her. She leans down and places a kiss to kiss lips.

“I love you.” He whispers into the kiss. And they pull away. She places her forehead to his. Just like the first time they kissed, and he smiled at the memory.

“I love you more.”

[kingofthe-egirls]

MODERN AU: LUFFY x Y/N (drabble)

modern au

(cw: reader has severe adhd, bipolar symptoms, mentions of insomnia, describes stay in mental hospitable, angst but hopeful)

(a/n: guess who’s using fiction to heal from real life experiences)

Songs: “i just wanna be your princess” by Gilanares

words: 510

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“I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut,” you say.

Luffy looks up from where he’s browsing a cologne ad in a glossy magazine. It’s Burberry: Hero.

“What’s wrong?”

He asks, unsure of why you said something like that all of a sudden. You suck your teeth, kernel of popcorn stuck between your canines. He closes the magazine.

“I should have asked such different questions,” you sigh. You’re sitting crosslegged on the armchair beside his bed. The glass panes that look over LA let the sunshine light the room in fluffy, buttery streaks.

“Questions about what?”

You shrug.

“At the psych ward,” you shift, clocking how he stills in discomfort. His fingertips rip at the corner of his fashion magazine. You stop caring.

For just a second,

I promise.

“It sucks so hard. It sucks so bad that I was in there. I wasn’t hurting anything. I was just insomniatic. Insomnia—,” you shake your head angrily. “I wish you hadn’t admitted me to that fucking hospital.” Your face is scrunched in distaste.

Luffy stands.

He crosses the short distance between his bed and the armchair you’re shut up in. Your arms are around your legs, knees pulled as tight as possible to your chest.

Your heart is

such a feathery

sky blue

thing.

“Y/N,” he says seriously, face scanning yours, “It wasn’t just insomnia. You were hypomanic, remember? You weren’t safe, and I—I couldn’t just take your phone, or help you sleep. You were exhausting,” he says it seriously, not trying to hurt you in any way. You know this.

“I’m sorry.”

He sighs, eyes trained on the floor.

“It’s okay. Just, stop saying stuff that hurts. Like how you’re crazy or insane. Or stupid. You’re not stupid.” He says it steel, as his hands curl warmly over yours.

“I’m not stupid,” you repeat, eyes hazy. You’re seeing him, as well as thinking about a million things.

It’s exhausting.

“You’re smart,” and he says more things. Stuff that’s sweet and kind and gentle and your ears listen to the sounds instead of the words.

You blink.

“I’m sorry…,” you breath hitches, as you realized you have no idea what your best friend just said.

He shakes his head.

He stands, and kisses your head.

“It’s okay,” he slides back into his bed, gym shorts bright red against the navy blue sheets. The blankets are all mashed up like fluffy cotton candy, and—he’s saying something.

“I—can’t listen.”

He swallows, and nods. “I’m sorry.”

You stand, and go curl up in his walk-in closet. It’s carpeted and smells like new car smell. So you lie on the ground and stare at the dust where the floor corner meets the wall. His red t-shirts and black button downs obscure the rest.

You put your hands over your ears.

I wish it wasn’t real.

that it had been an audition

or love story,

or something.

something other than curled up on the floor breathing through sobs.

So you close your eyes,

and say,

“I’m not stupid.

I’m not stupid.

I’m not stupid.”

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[glacialswordsman-a]

1oo :' )) with benny :' )))

∗ 1OO﹕ sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out . | prompt

An emergency assembly had been called at the headquarters of the Knights in the Gods-forsakened late hours of the night, causing everyone’s nerves to be completely on edge. Something must have happened, and they all knew, if it wasn’t for the way that the atmosphere became deathly still.

Kaeya was fashionably late, as always, figuring that it certainly cannot be that serious.

“…the passing of Bennett from Mondstadt’s Adventurer’s Guild.”

The door to the headquarters shut with a loud, heavy thud, as Kaeya stood at the entrance completely frozen.

He stared at Huffman, who was making the announcement to all the rest, his brain struggling to catch up on what he just caught the tail-end of.

Surely…surely, he heard wrong...?

“… Captain Kaeya,” Huffman said, his voice careful and gentle, as all faces turned towards him. Stop it... Why is everyone looking at him like that?

Like they're sorry?

“Repeat what you just said, Huffman.”

“I—… It is with a heavy heart, Captain, that we announce the passing of Bennett from Mond—,”

Kaeya didn’t even let the man finish as he practically blinked before him from how fast he crossed the distance between them. “WHERE is he?!”

“C-Captain, please—,”

“Where is my BABY BROTHER?” he howled, his expression manic as his hands completely frosted over, threatening to freeze the Knight he held onto in an unrelenting grip. The other Knights were sent into a frenzy as they tried to calm Kaeya down, pleading for him to release Huffman. He was merely a messenger!

“H-He’s— his body has been taken in by the Cathedral—, it’s… Captain, you shouldn’t see him. There’s not much to see.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“We couldn’t find all the pieces of him—!"

Hearing that made Kaeya’s heart halt as his world spun way too fast on its axis. He heaved as he let go of Huffman, his hands trembling violently as his eye shrank into a pinpoint.

He ran.

The Knights called out after him desperately while Kaeya booked it towards the Cathedral, tears burning his eyes red as breathing began to hurt all too much for him to bear. He stumbled and fell way too many times to count as he vaulted over the steps, his knees scraping and hands bleeding from the ice suddenly breaking and digging into them after landing on them over and over again.

The nuns gasped at the sight of their once esteemed, calm, collected Kaeya having become completely undone. His face was completely wet from his tears, the eye beneath his patch feeling tacky and gummy and just so, so gross.

“Please—sisters, let me see him, please—,” he begged, fallen to his knees and pathetically dragging himself towards someone, anyone who would help him. Anyone who would tell him it's not true. They looked at each other worriedly, and a little fearfully, before one of them graciously guided him towards a mound covered by a white blanket.

“Captain Kaeya… It may be best if you don’t look—,” one of them attempted to say before he completely yanked the cover off the scattered pieces of his baby brother.

His baby brother whom he swore to protect. His baby brother whom he promised to his sister that he would keep him safe. It was his one job. His one fucking job—! She placed everything into him, her dying wish was for her flesh and blood to live! Her own prince couldn’t even keep his promise!

He wailed at the very sight of Bennett’s mangled body—or what was left of it. His knees landed on the marble floors with loud CRACKS, his hands gripping helplessly onto his brother’s severed one, the only one that was left, as he screamed and cursed Celestia. Cursed them for having cursed him, a mere child. An innocent, bright young boy who had no choice!

A nun silently placed Bennett’s dulled, grey vision on the bed near Kaeya’s head as he pressed his forehead to those fingers he used to hold so carefully, so protectively. His peripheral caught sight of the vision as he shakily moved to grab it, choking and spluttering on sobs as he held it close to his heart.

He failed.

    He failed his baby brother.

[ollieofthebeholder]

to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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The valentine on Jon’s desk had Martin written all over it, in every way but literal. It was done in an elaborate old-fashioned style, fitting with that retro aesthetic he liked, huge and dark red and trimmed in a delicate white lace shot through with silver. Across the front in gold ink was a syrupy love poem praising Jon’s eyes, hair, voice, and general sense of style, using a few rather forced rhymes and clearly patterned on Keats, and written in a delicate, ornate script. It was signed “Your Secret Admirer”, but the I had been replaced with a drawing of an actual eye, winking flirtatiously. It had also been taped to a tin of chocolate-covered biscuits specially manufactured for Valentine’s Day. In short, it was a grand, over-the-top gesture designed to either make Jon swoon or die of embarrassment, with the additional risk that he might explode with rage.

Jon set it on the edge of his desk and tried to ignore it, waiting for the person who’d put it there to come back and see how he was taking it.

Soon enough, the door creaked open. “Hey, I—what the fuck is that?”

“A llama,” Jon said, as calmly and dryly as he could, without looking up from the tapes scattered over his desk.

“You’re an ass.” There was no real heat in Melanie’s voice, though, as she shut the door and pulled up the chair opposite him, then reached for the valentine. “Oh, God, did you make this?”

“No, it was on my desk when I came in this morning.” Jon glanced at the clock on his laptop. “Bit surprised nobody’s come in to ask about it.”

Melanie’s face screwed up into something indescribable as she read the poem. It was like she wasn’t sure if she should laugh or throw up. “Why did you let me see this?”

Jon raised an eyebrow at her. “In the first place, I didn’t know you were coming. But now you have, I’m hoping you can help me come up with a suitable way to get back at Tim for this, since I can’t fire him.”

Melanie burst out laughing, setting down the valentine. “Oh, thank God, I was afraid I was going to have to shove Martin into the Thames.”

“Yes, well, Tim obviously meant for me to think this was from Martin, but the handwriting slants in the wrong direction,” Jon pointed out. “This was clearly done with a fountain pen. Martin couldn’t have written like this without dragging his hand or sleeve through the wet ink and smearing the whole thing. Also, he knows I’m not overly fond of this brand of biscuits.”

“You should bring it to the bookshop after work today. Get the rest to go with you. Give it to G—to the proprietor in front of everyone and tell him Tim was too shy to deliver it himself. Then do me a favor and take a picture of his face so I can see it later.”

At that, Jon couldn’t help but start laughing too. “You won’t be coming?”

Instantly, Melanie sobered. “That’s what I came to talk to you about, actually. I, um—I think the time has come for me to make a statement about…you know. Our research.”

Jon became serious as well and reached for the tape recorder. He knew Melanie wasn’t talking about the Unknowing.

In the time between Melanie getting off the phone with Martin and Jon being discharged from the hospital up Sheffield way, they’d come to a mutual understanding regarding what had happened at the scrap yard. Namely, that despite the fact that both of them knew the risks—Melanie perhaps more than Jon, although he’d always been a quick study—they were going to keep investigating. At first they’d said, or maybe just pretended, it was because of the possibility that the Slaughter was preparing for a ritual, but since Gerry said they didn’t have to worry about it, it was harder to admit they really believed that. The trouble was that they were both…fascinated. Curious. It might have been the Eye, it might have been the Slaughter trying to lure them both in, it might just have been that they were drawn to a challenge and a good mystery, but whatever it was, they hadn’t been able to leave it alone.

“Hypothetically speaking, how much trouble am I going to get in if Martin gets hold of this tape?” he asked as he hit RECORD. No sense in even making a pretense at using the laptop.

Melanie snorted. “Not nearly as much as I am. I mean, you’re still relatively new to all this. I’ve been dealing with this bullshit since I was eight. I should know better. And here I led you right into it.”

“It didn’t take all that much leading, to be honest,” Jon admitted. “Right, let’s—let’s get this started. Statement of Melanie King, regarding her further researches into war ghosts. Recorded direct from subject, fourteenth February, 2017.” He nodded at her. “Statement begins.”

Melanie took a deep breath. “Ghost Hunt UK struggled after Aldershot. I was honestly not in the best place in the world at the time to begin with—I’d just lost my oldest brother a couple months before, and I was ‘dealing’ with that by bottling it up and ignoring it, but I was distracted more than I wanted to admit. Sarah Baldwin disappeared. I spent a while trying to track her down, but nothing led anywhere, and I was afraid to push too hard. I think I knew there was something…off about her, and I had a guess as to what it was, so I was admittedly a lot more fixated on the ghost. It wouldn’t go on the recording, that’s what hit me. Things that won’t record properly are always dangerous. I didn’t dig into it too much at the time either, because a part of me wondered if Sarah was what made it go wonky, but it stuck with me.

“The others were dealing with their own stuff. We struggled along for another year, but it wasn’t the same. Toni was the worst. She just got harder and harder to pin down, and when she moved to Bristol in the end, she didn’t even tell me. I had to hear it from Pete, who told me at the same time that he was thinking of leaving, too. That’s about when I came to make my statement, and truthfully…I didn’t actually intend to make it about the incident at the CMH. I was going to…I don’t know, give you something you could have proved was false? It was just an excuse, really. I wanted—needed—to talk to Martin, and I had to say something to get past the harridan at the front desk, so I said I was coming to make a statement. But after it came out…I realized how it sounded, and I just couldn’t let it go. That helped when Andy decided to take what he called ‘a bit of a holiday’ and moved out of the house. As far as Ghost Hunt UK is concerned, he’s still on holiday, and it’s just me.”

She kept going, detailing the paths she’d followed, the research she’d poked into, the way she’d been subtly or not-so-subtly warned off by the few contacts she’d had left in the ghost-hunting world. Jon had heard most of this before, on the trip north to visit her family, but he listened intently anyway, especially when she got into how she’d found out about the scrap yard and made arrangements to stay with her great-aunt.

“That’s when I brought you in,” she said. “When I first got started with Ghost Hunt UK, I promised my brothers that if I ever ran into anything like that, I’d tell them right away, that I wouldn’t go into situations like that without backup. But Martin was still recovering from the attack on the Institute—maybe not physically, but mentally. If he gets too close to this sort of thing too soon after a major incident, he’s more…vulnerable to it, and I was scared to death of losing him. And I trusted you—not just to have my back if things went south, but to, you know, understand what we were doing. Maybe there was also a little bit of knowing you wouldn’t stop me from investigating further. Martin would have gone into big brother mode, and honestly he would have been right to, but I just…I had to know.”

“I know what that’s like,” Jon admitted.

“I know you do.” Melanie gave him a quick smile. “I don’t think I need to go into detail about what we went through at that scrap yard, since you were with me. And thank God you were, because I was…I was fascinated by that ghost we saw, the one with the scalpel. I wouldn’t have gotten away in time if you hadn’t pushed me out of the way, and I almost certainly would have been caught by security. I didn’t want you to get hurt in my place, but…I’m glad you were there.” She took a deep breath. “Anyway. Once we got back to London and…things settled down a bit, I took that serial number you found on the car and looked it up. It was from World War II, you were right. The Eleventh US Army Hospital train, operating in the European theater from August 1944. The train crew was even commended for their service.”

“But…” Jon prompted.

“It crashed in April 1945. Derailed, killed five crew and seriously injured fourteen more. There weren’t any patients on board at the time—at least, not officially. We both know how that goes,” Melanie added, her eyes darkening slightly. Jon winced in sympathy. “There was only one steel car that avoided derailment.”

“The one in Rotherham.”

“Exactly. There’s not a lot of information on it, though, and I’ve no idea how it ended up there. So that’s when I asked you to get me into the library.”

Jon blinked. “I—I didn’t think of that, actually. Our library is extensive, but it’s hardly focused on the Second World War.”

Melanie grinned. “No, but the most detailed description of the crash came from a man named William W. Hay. And later in life, William Hay…”

“Became a noted occultist,” Jon completed, feeling a grin split his own face, “whose memoirs and researches were only ever published in a heavily edited form. And we have original copies.”

“Exactly.”

“What did you find?”

“Plenty. He served on the Eleventh Hospital Train as an engineer, and there was a lot he had to say about it. They even let me make a photocopy.” Melanie handed Jon a sheet of paper that felt far too flimsy for the weight it undoubtedly bore.

He read it out loud, slowly and distinctly. It wasn’t much, just a brief description of atrocities committed that had left Hay wholly sympathetic to the train’s derailment, but at the end, it also included a cryptic reference to an incident at the infirmary at Amritsar. Jon knew where that was, more or less—he wasn’t intimately familiar with Indian geography, but it was at least the same end of the country that his grandmother’s people had come from, so he’d done some studying of the region. And he certainly knew who the Ghurkhas were. The passage, short as it was, chilled him to the bone.

“I see,” he said, lowering the paper. “So does this mean…?”

“Yes,” Melanie said with a nod. “And I’ve already got my plane ticket to India booked.”

A spike of alarm, mingled with curiosity, shot through Jon. He scanned her face a bit anxiously. “Are you certain that’s wise?”

“Probably not,” Melanie replied honestly. “But I’ve got to go. I can’t let this go. You know that.”

“I know.” Jon shot a glance at his laptop. If he could justify this to Elias…“Perhaps it would be safer if I went with you.”

Melanie winced. “Under any other circumstances, I’d jump on that, honestly, but—no, I don’t think so. Not with that scar on your shoulder. This…whatever it is, it’s made a much deeper impression on you than it has on me. I might get lucky and be able to escape it. Worst-case scenario, I’ll probably just end up with a nasty injury that lays me up for a few days. If you come along, I think it’ll stir up worse and increase the risk that neither of us make it out alive. So, thanks, but no. I’ve got to do this on my own.”

Jon wasn’t entirely sure he agreed with that last part, but he did have to admit she was probably right about not taking him. “One more question, then. Have you told…ah…anyone other than me that you’re going?” They were careful not to mention Gerry anywhere Elias might overhear, at least not by name, but the specter of Melanie’s brothers hung between them as though they were right there.

“I told my boss at the bookstore,” Melanie said with the briefest of flickers in her eyes. “Or at least I told him I was going out of town. Didn’t tell him the specifics. And…well, Martin was at lunch when I got here, but I’ve got time before I need to get to Gatwick, especially since I’m not bringing any luggage, so I figure I’ll wait a bit and say goodbye before I go. Uh, I’m—not going to tell him what I’m heading to research, either.”

Jon shouldn’t be encouraging that level of concealment, but, he rationalized, Martin likely wouldn’t be able to go with her if he did know, and he’d just worry excessively. Maybe he would let him listen to the tape once Melanie was well on her way.

He would undoubtedly kill both of them, but at the same time, they had to know.

“I understand,” he said finally. “Thank you, Melanie.”

“Yeah,” Melanie said softly. She stood up and held out her arms.

Jon got up as well and hugged her fiercely. He didn’t need any kind of supernatural ability to know that she was more afraid than she was letting on. The thrill of the research, the curiosity about what they had seen and felt and discovered, may have driven her to this point, but she had a healthy respect for, if not fear of, death, and she knew what she was risking. He knew it, too, but he also knew that wasn’t going to stop either of them. His warnings were on the record, and he had to admit that if their positions were reversed, he wouldn’t have hesitated in going either, frightened or not.

“Please be careful,” he implored her. “You know what it would do to Martin if he lost you.” He tried for a laugh. “And I’ve grown to rather like having you around myself.”

Melanie managed a laugh, too. “I’ll be as careful as I can, mate.” She squeezed him extra hard for a moment, then eased back—reluctantly, it seemed to Jon. He, too, let go slowly. “Shouldn’t be more than a couple weeks. Three at the most. I’ve got the automatic feeder set up, but if you could maybe pop in and make sure there’s water if you get the chance…”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” Melanie smiled. “And, uh, I’ll turn in that library pass on my way out. Do I have to go back and leave it with Diana?”

“No, you can leave it with Rosie. She honestly handles most of the paperwork for the Institute.”

“Which one’s Rosie?” Melanie flushed slightly under Jon’s raised eyebrows. “I, uh, don’t talk to a lot of people Upstairs if I can help it. I only know Diana because you introduced me, really. It’s not like everyone else walks around with name tags or anything.”

“True,” Jon admitted. “Rosie is Elias’ personal assistant-cum-secretary. She’s also the, ah, front of house, I suppose, for the Institute. Normally when we have people come to give us statements, she’s the one who calls down to tell us.” He paused. “In point of fact, she called to tell me you were coming, the first time you came to give your statement.”

“Oh, yeah, her, okay.” Melanie pursed her lips slightly. “I haven’t seen her around since then, actually. Where does she sit?”

“More or less right in front as you walk in. She’s just outside Elias’ office.” Which made sense, if she was Elias’ personal assistant, but also gave her way too much knowledge about the comings and goings of the Institute. Jon had long ago told Melanie to use the side door when she came in, so it wasn’t unreasonable that she’d found one of the back stairs to avoid having to go past Rosie’s desk on her way to the library. Frankly, Jon avoided her as much as he could, which wasn’t much, since he was constantly in and out of Elias’ office for meetings and whatnot. She was sweet enough, but…

“Huh.” Melanie’s frown deepened. “Is she out sick?”

“What?” Jon blinked at Melanie. “No, she—she should be in. I saw her this morning.”

“Who covers her breaks, then?”

“I—I don’t know that she takes them, actually. Why?”

Melanie shrugged. “Didn’t recognize the woman at the desk, that’s all.”

Jon thought back to the last time Melanie had been in. “Ah. Maybe she had her back to you? She’s dyed her hair again. I swear she does it at least once a month. It was, um, chestnut last time, wasn’t it? Last week she went to a kind of blue-black.”

It was Melanie’s turn to blink at him. “Yeah, that’s the woman I saw today. Didn’t have her back to me, though, we talked—she was as sweet as anything. Who was that?”

“Rosie,” Jon said, a bit exasperated.

“Then who the hell called me down the first time I was here?” Melanie said, sounding equally exasperated. “That woman was at least a foot taller, thin face, long pointed nose, straight grey hair. Seemed offended by my existence, which is why I had to think so fast to give her an excuse to get down to the Archives. I watched her make the call—you’re telling me that wasn’t Rosie?”

“I—what?” Jon’s stomach churned with unease, and he couldn’t really say why.

Melanie started to answer, then cocked her head towards the door. “I hear Martin. I should probably go say goodbye before I lose my chance and then get going.” She gave Jon another quick hug. “Be careful while I’m gone, yeah? Martin won’t want to lose you either.”

Jon hugged her back and resolved to sort through the conflicting roil of emotions he was currently feeling once she was gone. “I will. Safe travels, Melanie. Call if you need anything.”

“Sure.” Melanie gave him a wavering smile, then turned and stepped out of the office. “Martin, hey!”

The door closed behind her, and Jon sank into his chair, then glanced at the tape, which he belated realized was still running. “Uh. End recording.” He pressed the STOP button, and the tape shut off with a sharp snap.

If he was being honest, and he was trying very hard to be, the only part of Melanie’s statement that had actually shaken him was that last bit. He knew Rosie. Of course he knew Rosie. She’d been a fixture at the Institute since long before he’d come to work there—probably since before Martin had come to work there. She was always cheery and kind to everyone, but seemed to have a special smile for Martin. Always greeted Jon warmly when he came in, asked after his health when he came back from physical therapy, warned him if the reason he was being called to Elias’ office was a transgression or a praise. He knew her almost better than he knew anyone else outside the Archives.

Right?

What was it Michael—no, not Michael, the Distortion—what had it said after he got done calling up to Rosie when Helen Richardson finished her statement? Do you even know they’re lying to you? He hadn’t thought anything of it at the time, hadn’t been able to focus on the words over his sudden surge of fear, and afterwards, back in his flat with Martin fussing over him and time to think clearly, he’d just assumed it was calculated to make him paranoid. After all, the Distortion hadn’t specified who “they” were.

But now…

Jon looked back at the tapes on his desk. Basira had brought them just that Friday, really to Martin, but they had all sort of communally agreed to store them in Jon’s office. He’d been sifting through them, looking for where to start. And now…he had an idea.

He skimmed the labels, looking for the one he’d noticed earlier. Like most of Gertrude’s tapes, the labels made little sense until you actually listened to them, and not all of them had corresponding file numbers written on the fronts. The one Jon was looking for had, but what had caught his attention was the title written above it…

Ah. There it was. Jon reached over and plucked up the tape with a single word written across its front: Changeling.

Before he could change his mind, he took the tape he’d used to record Melanie out and put Gertrude’s in, then hit PLAY.

The details of the statement may not have been what he expected, insofar as he’d expected anything at all, but the sum and substance was exactly what he’d feared. A woman had gone to her parents’ home only to find a woman everyone else seemed to believe was her mother, but the woman she remembered had been vastly different, in appearance and personality. Only the woman who’d given the statement seemed to remember her real mother. In her summing-up, Gertrude noted that the being—she called it a Not-Them—had left for good after the father’s death two days after the statement was given. She seemed remarkably blasé about the whole thing, really, and Jon wanted to be annoyed with her about that. What caught his attention, though, was her casual statement: Personally, I suspect it to be an aspect of the Stranger, though that’s entirely conjecture at this point.

The tape clicked off. Jon barely noticed it.

He thought back to the morning after the attack on the Institute, the conversation they’d had, first around Melanie’s kitchen table and then in her living room, about the statements they’d researched and the Fears they related to. Amy Patel’s statement, and the thing that was obviously not her friend Graham. The thing that isn’t Graham is the Stranger. Martin, at least, had sounded so sure…

Well. Jon trusted Martin far more than he trusted Gertrude Robinson. If the thing that had pretended to be Graham Folger and the thing that had pretended to be Rose Cooper were the same thing, then they were both of the Stranger. And…oh, God. The table. Was it tied to the table somehow? Lucy Cooper hadn’t mentioned one in her statement, but—it had to be, it just had to.

There was one more clue. Gertrude had mentioned a previous statement from this Adelard Dekker character—maybe Martin would know that name as well, although he seemed older, so who knew—and if Jon could find that, if he could read it…he wouldn’t trust the tapes, so few of them were correctly labeled, but the nineties were a bit more organized than they had been. He ought to be able to find it. And then…and then he would know.

No, he was stalling. He knew now. Breekon and Hope had delivered that damned table to the Institute. Rosie had signed for it—cheerfully, wanting to help, not wanting to bother him—or, no, was that just the Rosie he remembered? The Rosie whose memories had replaced the real ones? From Melanie’s description, maybe she had been annoyed, maybe she’d signed for it because she thought it would be easier—that didn’t matter. What mattered was that Rosie had signed for it. It was in Artifact Storage. Rosie must have gone to have another look at it, sometime after the attack…

Jon took a deep, steadying breath and got up. A plan was beginning to form in his mind. It was about time for his lunch break anyway. He would go out and—and get the supplies he would need, and then he would come back and find that statement, just to confirm what he already knew. And then…and then he would do what he could.

He suspected he wouldn’t be able to bring Rosie back. But he could make the thing that had taken her place pay for it.

[nagalias-mindscape]

Things that have been said in my household since the start of this month, no context edition.

“Stop eating me!”

“Cannibalism! Help!”

“There’s no brain in this skull ‘o mine. Your brain-feeder has died. Shriveled up into a husk of existence, doomed to forever have lines of jumbled code torment their not-quite afterlife.”

“I swear to god, if you apologize one more time. I will yeet this fucker right at you.”

“That… is a dead rat. Why do you have a dead rat on your pillow?”

“So we have mommy-issues, fire-disaster, and glitter bombs. Where’s the fashion problem and party central? I promised I’d babysit you kids. Where did the two biggest trouble makers run off to this time? This house isn’t that big- what do you mean the attic? We don’t- we do? Huh. I’ve lived here… how old are you? Just shy of that. I’ve lived here that long and never knew we had an attic. I just thought you were hiding in the garage to get away from people, not that I blame you.”

“… I have no words to describe how baffled I am that that actually worked. How?”

“… I forgot what I was thinking about. Where am I? Oh, hey kid. Did I abduct you again? Any clue where we are? No? Alright. I’m turning the car around, wanna pick up ice cream on the way home? Oh! I was thinking about visiting the veterans memorial with your mom and wanted to check that they were open before going. Why am I in the car? Couldn’t I have looked that up online? Stop laughing at me! Ugh, you’re being so mean. Fine, no ice cream for you. See if I do anything nice again.”

*bum bum…. Bum bah ba ba bah… bum bum… bum bah ba ba bah… bum bum…* “Will you stop fucking humming that one line and actually sing-” “ITS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!” “Oh fuck you”

“Where in the fucking name of all that’s holy are my cheese grat- oh, fuck you.”

“Preemptively, sister, fuck you.”

“This is too nice a gesture for you. What did you two destroy? Who am I yelling at- who am I even kidding, what do I need to yell about when I confront you after I clean your mess?”

“Why did I even bother holding out hope that you didn’t cause a mess?”

“Damnit Spain! … Oh, fuck you.”

“Which one of you replaced Sargent Peen with this un-amalgamation abomination? He has served this family faithfully for years, and this is how he’s repaid? Shame on you!”

“I have regrets. They are many and plentiful. This? This is not one of those times. Grab a super-soaker and some water balloons, and attempt to not get any of this dye in peoples eyes. I’m supposed to be a parent, not an instigator of terrible ideas. That said- let’s tie-dye some kids!”

“If you’re feeling up to it, you can heat up the dishes and eat it while I wash the soup.”

“What? Did I say something again? Preemptively, fuck you.”

“Huh… I genuinely thought we were going to die there. Note to self, your sister is not allowed behind the wheel of any vehicle.”

[ajwinter-is-a-nerd]

Le Chat et le Serpent - Chapter 43

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

Adrien is held in the hospital while Luka is pushed to his physical limits.

*Since this is a heavy chapter, I actually included a few songs in the body! Some are repeats, but I think it gives a little more connection to the characters and feels?*

Chapter 43: Please Don't Leave Me

And at first it’s okay, you know, not perfect, but okay, and you get used to it. Then it gets a little worse, and you get used to that, too. Then one day, you wake up and you don’t have the first freakin’ clue how it got that bad.

More Than This by Patrick Ness

Adrien’s palms pressed against the table as he glared at Luka. 

Luka tried to abate the rage by setting down a book of crosswords, sudoku, and the book More than This by Patrick Ness. Adrien’s intensified leer indicated that it was not helping. 

“Adrien, I’m trying my best.” Luka pleaded. 

“I shouldn’t be here. I said don’t call an ambulance. You do realise that I head a pretty significant company, right?” Adrien grit his teeth at the, once again, blue haired man. 

“Adrien, you split your fucking head open. You go to the hospital when you split your head open.” Luka barked back. It was the first time he had been able to see him in a week, why did it have to be a fight?

“You couldn’t have just said that I slipped?” Adrien tilted his head as he scrunched half his face. “I can’t even have my ring in here. This is hell.” 

Trying to avoid the pessimism that was oozing from Adrien, Luka worked to soften some of the issues. “Well… Nathalie has been doing a really good job in managing things while you're gone. Both Marinette and I have agreed that we are okay in not dealing with the fashion week contracts until later in the year. Things are still running smoothly. I’m taking care of your cat… There are a lot of expenses on your card for cheese.” 

“Yeah? So things have been great? How’s my fantasy team doing?” Adrien leaned back in his chair. 

“They’re fine, they’ll be fine until you get back, I promise.” Luka knew that being away from the team immediately after healing was going to be hard on Adrien, but he wished he wouldn’t threaten that discussion here. 

“Yeah, I can’t wait to hear the captain going off about how unreliable I am again.” Adrien resisted his enraged urge to spit, especially once he noticed one of the nurses was watching him. They kept watching him. There were always eyes on him. There was nowhere to go. He couldn’t even shit with the door locked. 

“I fucking get it, Adrien. You do know that I’ve been in these places more than you, right? Do you remember that?” Luka was rapidly losing his patience. 

Adrien clenched his jaw, irritated that Luka was using his own trauma as a reason to imprison him. “Yeah and this fucking self-help book took you out of it?” Adrien aggressively poked at the hardcover book on the table. 

“It’s not a self-help book. It’s just a fictional tale. But you’re right, for some reason, it did help me.” Luka resisted the urge to pet the book. He had a strange relationship with this book. He knew he loved it and that he had read it cover to cover over and over the last time he was here, but he could rarely remember anything about it. He knew it brought him comfort and he hoped it would do the same to Adrien. But, when your mental health includes a great deal of dissociation and issues with memory, the things you struggle with while trapped within white walls can be fascinating. 

“This entire thing has been so humiliating.” Adrien shook his head, ignoring the dropping in Luka’s tone. 

“Enough. I called the ambulance because you split your head. They asked why, I said panic attacks. They thought that was odd.” Luka feigned animated facial expressions as he spoke. “Do you know how many people get put on hold for panic attacks, Adrien? No one that I’ve ever met.” His hands jetted to the sides as if he was saying ‘I don’t know’. “And then, I get to have a lovely coffee with Nathalie. And guess what she tells me? Can you guess?” Luka leaned in closer. 

Adrien continued shaking his head, trying to watch the ceiling. 

“She told me that they had to stick a tube in you so that you would eat. That your stress, depression, anxiety, and PTSD has made it so that you can barely eat. And then they tell me that during this fiasco, you completely dissociated and tried to fight the staff. You can not blame me for putting you on psych hold. You can not blame me for getting strapped to a bed. You. Need. Help. Make the most of your time instead of putting the fucking blame on me.” If he hadn’t been working overtime covering for Adrien in both the Miraculous world and Agreste Industries, these words would have been much lighter. Not only was he solely fueled by Red Bull at this point, but the inondation of added stress was threatening to destabilise his own precarious mental health. 

“I’m sorry.” Adrien finally cracked. He bit his fist as tears ran down his face. The nurse that was observing them started to walk closer, on edge over any possible forms of self-harm. 

“Adrien - get your fist out of your mouth!” Luka put his hand that was on the side of the orderly against his face as he spoke. He shifted his eyes to convey his reasoning. 

Painfully, Adrien took his source of comfort from between his teeth. Speckles of blood stood out against his grip. 

“How are we doing, boys?” The nurse asked with an overbearingly large smile. 

“Just talking through some stuff, we’ll be fine.” If she knew Luka, she would understand how truly bad of an act this was. His voice went up nearly two octaves as his lips formed into a smile that reminded Adrien of a serial killer. 

“Adrien?” The nurse broke Adrien’s observation of Luka’s performance. 

“We’re fine.” He growled through the tears that were still flowing, but at a lighter pace. 

“Okay, well, you guys let me know if you need anything!” She slightly bowed before she walked off. 

Luka could see that Adrien’s chest was starting to heave. “Hey, breathe with me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.” 

The shuddering of Adrien’s breaths started to calm. The entire world was moving around him and he was trapped being told how to breathe. It felt like he was living with Gabriel all over again. 

“Everyone, to your rooms, there has been an Akuma Alert.” A different nurse announced to the room. 

Some of the other residents hugged their families goodbye as nurses worked to delegate the visitors to the designated ‘visitor Akuma room’. 

“No!” Adrien yelped. “Don’t leave me, Luka! Please don’t leave me!” He jumped, against his tether that was holding him back, onto Luka. He was barely in the man’s arms before inciting a river of blood. 

Luka gripped him tight as he started to sob. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I love you.” 

“Alice, please get a lorazepam prepped for Mr. Agreste.” One of the nurses ordered as hands started to grab at Adrien. 

“No, no,” Adrien started as the staff started to tear him away from Luka. “No, LUKA!”

Adrien was dropping to his knees, his gown stained with an ocean of scarlet as hands grabbed every part of his body. 

“PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME HERE LUKA!” Adrien’s blood curdling scream started a chain of distress through the ward. 

Luka never hated Felix as much as at this moment. Sprinting down the vacating halls of the hospital as Adrien’s shrieks carried against the walls. 

-

“Are you okay, Viperion?” Rena asked as soon as he stepped on the scene. Beyond the fact that there was dried blood along his neck, he hadn’t had enough time to suppress his tears.

“Let’s get this over with.” His voice was flat as he sized up Monsieur Rat. 

“No Chat today?” Vesperia craned her head around, in hopes that perhaps her GPS was malfunctioning. 

“NO! He’s been really sick and he wasn’t ready to come back in the first place! Trust me. The only place he wants to be is here.” Viperion fought to control his panicked breath. Thankfully, the press and their friends were under the impression that Adrien was on a business trip. It turned out, the extents that Nathalie and Gabriel went to hide Papillion’s identity were  extremely useful. 

Adrien’s business identity was protected by a holograph of him visiting New York. Chat Noir’s identity was protected by being too sick to be Adrien.

-

Luka rested against the brick of the sewer, praying that no one else would choose that place to transform today. Sass watched helplessly as he recharged with gummy worms. 

“You’re doing really good, kid.” Plagg pressed against Luka’s chest, trying to reassure him. “You’re putting us Kwamis to shame.” 

His sobs were broken by a laugh, the entire situation was so incredibly onerous. 

He knew someone was coming once Plagg hid from his supportive position to the underside of Luka’s coat. The echoing steps worked to confirm it. 

“Luka,” Alya sat down beside him and held his hand. “I’m here for you. I know Adrien’s not on a business trip. This team means too much to him. You don’t need to give me the whole story, just… just know that I’m here for whatever you need.” 

Part of him wanted to stay strong, to not let anyone know the agony that he was submitting to. But Alya’s warmth and comfort broke through that resistance easier than a wet paper towel. His body collapsed into Alya’s lap as his wheezing sobs lost control.

“Y-Y-you sh-,” Luka cried harder at the fact that he couldn’t speak. 

-

“What book did you bring this time?” Adrien meekly smiled as he passed back Sleeping Beauties by Stephen King, his raw reddened wrists exposed. 

Shutting his eyes for a moment, Luka deeply breathed while bouncing his knee. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. I’m sorry.” Adrien pulled the book back to himself, but was stopped by Luka setting his hand on top. 

“Adrien, you know that I could visit you more if you stopped fighting your treatment.” Luka brushed his fingers along Adrien’s marred arms, which were pulled away the moment he understood. 

“It’s… it’s not that simple. I can’t… I can’t do anything in here. I thought these places were supposed to make you better, but I’m constantly… controlled.” Adrien ran his fingers along the red marks under the table, away from Luka’s sight. 

“Listen, I know it’s hard, but if you put some of the work in and take your med-,” Luka was cut off from Adrien’s groan. 

“I hate the meds!” Adrien’s head dropped onto the book. “How does an antipsychotic make you feel psychotic? I get detached from everything. Just a tired, bitter robot.” 

Luka carssed Adrien’s hair. “Tell that to your psychiatrist, maybe they’ll try something different.” 

Adrien’s face stayed glued to the book. “I did, they said I wasn’t giving it the proper chance.” 

Luka nodded in a morbid sense of comprehension.

“You know,” Luka lowered his own head to the table so that he could meet Adrien’s jaded eyes, “you might not like it, but it’s a good first step. Maybe then you’ll be able to get privileges back, like using your phone again.”

“Everyone thinks Adrien is in New York. I don’t want to message them to talk about ‘how exciting’ New York is.” Adrien sighed. 

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that. Alya was asking about you, and I’m sure Nino finds it odd that you haven’t messaged him. Chloe also stormed in, demanding I take you out of your hiding place.” Luka snorted at the reminder of Chloe kneeling to look under the bed, convinced Adrien had burrowed himself from society.

Adrien’s eyes slightly lifted. “You can tell Chloe! I’m sure she wouldn’t tell anyone. And you know that no one would be surprised to see her walking into a psych ward.”

The air between them lifted, Luka was ecstatic to see a smile of genuine happiness from Adrien. “I can do that.” 

Adrien suddenly jolted upwards with a huff. Concerned, Luka went to stroke Adrien’s hand, but was immediately rebuffed. A slight snicker fell from Adrien’s lips as he rested against the chair. 

A shock of concern raced through Luka. Is this one of his moments? Is he in the midst of an episode? 

His running thoughts were abated as Adrien raised his eyebrow at his chest. Plagg had snuck into Adrien’s shirt. 

Another smile of genuine happiness spread across Adrien’s face. Watching, Luka couldn’t help but think how bittersweet the moment was. Adrien was only granted small moments of glee. He was starting to look healthier on the outside, but he was living within his worst nightmare. The nurses were already starting to glance over, there had been too long of a silence, and grinning at your chest isn’t always the best way to demonstrate sanity. 

“Here,” Luka pulled out the next book for Adrien, replacing the Stephen King novel with a slide. 

Clenching his jaw, Adrien resumed his previous lean on the table, flipping the book to see the cover. Luka could tell the moment Plagg slipped out, an unconscious drip of dread twitched on Adrien’s face. 

“Never Let Me Go, cute.” Adrien smirked at Luka, knowing there was always a catch. 

“I mean… there is a romance component to it?” Luka bit his lip as a grin splashed over his face. Adrien had always commented how Luka tended to lean towards the morose style of literature. 

The familiar squeak of the dinner carts started to sing through the room. Adrien’s hair swept over his face as he sighed. “I fucking hate being told when to eat.”

Recognizing his cue to leave, Luka zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, it’s almost been a month, I’m sure they’ll let you out soon.” 

Rolling his eyes, Adrien stepped into line, waiting for his standardised meal. 

Adrien no longer screamed when Luka left, but Luka always felt his eyes on him as he walked towards the door. They were both aware that they were putting up a facade for each other. They had to. Without their masks of detachment, they would lay in a pool of bloody despair. They were both bound to a singular means of support, feigning normality so the other wouldn’t crumple. 

-

Juleka scoffed at Luka’s explanation of the concept. “What? So he’s buying our forgiveness for going on an international trip?” 

Frustrated, Luka chewed at the inside of his cheek. “Juleka, how would that make sense when no one else knows he’s Chat Noir?” 

“Whatever, you know he’s just doing it to soothe his own guilt.” She wanted to tear the paper describing the terms of the Miraculous fund in half. 

“Jules…” Rose crept her hand over the table, “this will be massive for some of the other holders. Just think about how many of them were worried about keeping a roof over their heads.”

“He’s buying love! Because he doesn’t know how else to get it!” Juleka yelled, the paper shaking in her hand. 

“Enough! He’s the reason you’re a fucking model! The reason you aren’t crying in relief over these stupid papers!” With each indignant word, he leaned closer over the kitchen table. 

“Yeah? And he’s also the reason for this-,” Juleka poked at Luka’s arm. 

The skin beneath her touch burned. “Is he? Because I seem to remember getting a tattoo long before I dated Adrien!” 

Rose tried to push them apart, but the heat between them was too strong. 

“YOU’VE GOTTEN A TATTOO NEARLY EVERY WEEK - THAT’S NOT NORMAL. IT’S A FUCKING COVER-UP.” Juleka screamed back to him. “What does Adrien think? Hmm? Oh, he wouldn’t know. Because he’s in fucking New York, STILL.” 

“I WANT HIM BACK TOO, JULES, BUT IT’S NOT THAT FUCKING SIMPLE!” Luka threw the fruit bowl off the table. Their silence was amplified by the ununified rolling of apples and oranges. 

Rose lowered to her knees, sniffling as she picked up the produce. 

“I’m sorry, Rose.” Luka mirrored her actions, cleaning up the evidence of his rage. 

“I’m worried about you, Luka.” Juleka muttered from above them, still crossing her arms. 

“Can you just trust the decision I’ve made? At least give him a chance? You guys were friends for years, you know he has a heart of gold.” Luka sat on his feet, staring at the retowered bowl of fruit. 

“I just wish you didn’t keep making your own life so damn hard.” Juleka sighed, joining them on the ground. 

The pressure from secrets that Luka held, the exhaustion that tore at his seams, and the constant helplessness could only release in the form of salted tears. He buckled forward onto his fists as his chest heaved. 

“Hey, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Juleka smoothed circles against Luka’s back as she pulled him against her. 

“I’m - I’m just so tired.” Luka blubbered as he dropped further into Juleka’s embrace. 

-

“Are you sure that you support this decision?” Nathalie tapped her pen against her desk. 

“Honestly, at this point, I don’t know what to do. He’s been in there almost two months, Nathalie. He needs to come home.” The bags under Luka’s eyes were so dark, most people asked if he had been in a fight. 

“You do understand the warnings that they have given on his release?” Nathalie pulled out the papers, as if he hadn’t read them at least ten times. 

“I just want him home.” Luka’s leg vigorously shook as he rested his forehead on her desk. 

“Do you think it would be better if he stayed at my house?” Nathalie reached her hand out to Luka’s. 

“No, I don’t think that staying at the fucking business headquarters would be a good idea.” Luka rolled his forehead along the cool veneer of her desk. Partially to calm himself and partially to keep himself awake. 

“Oh… I um… Adrien’s room is still set up at the old manor, I just wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to that place.” Nathalie gulped at her secret she’d accidentally revealed, that she was the anonymous buyer of the Agreste manor. 

Luka’s black hair stood up as he lifted his face to cringe at Nathalie. “No, I don’t think the house where his dad shot himself is a good idea, either!” 

“Luka, please. I am trying to do my best. He’s been on suicide watch his entire duration. They don’t particularly want to let him leave, but there’s only so much they can do there. I understand this situation has been difficult in your relationship, but do you fully comprehend the position you’re putting yourself in?” 

Luka scoffed at the robotic tone she took while discussing someone she described to be like a son to her. 

“Nathalie, beyond thoroughly reading those papers myself, I understand those discharge papers. I’ve been on the other side. I know what to expect.” It was incredibly frustrating that everyone doubted his own knowledge on the topic. 

“Yes, you’ve said that.” Nathalie tapped the papers against the desk. “That is also one of the reasons I’m worried.”

Luka started to bump his head on the desk in frustration. 

“You’re only further proving my point. Do you think someone with your own mental instabilities is going to be able to provide the support that entails suicide watch?” Nathalie slipped her hand under Luka’s head to prevent him from hurting himself. 

“Just fucking ask Adrien. Just do whatever he wants. I want him home. I want him with me. You figure out whatever the fuck you need to to decide what matches up with his needs and your wants .” Luka refrained from smashing her fingers below him. 

“Unfortunately, that’s not my choice. Adrien has you listed as the only one legally allowed to make these decisions for him.” 

Luka perked at that information. “Why am I only now hearing about this?”

“I don’t know why Adrien never chose to convey that information to you, but nevertheless, it has been appropriately documented.” Nathalie clenched, not wanting to demonstrate how much that decision had hurt her. 

A light sparkled in Luka’s eyes, he could finally break his Prettyboy free. 

Author's Note:

Never Let Me Go will be coming back - it’s the only reason I refrained from using that book as an opening quote - it is so on point for so many aspects of the relationship and the vibe. Less organ donation, but still 😂

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

[explorevenus]

I NEED A EDDIE FACE RIDING

YES.

OH YES.

first of all thank u for the request, i appreciate your patience ♥ and second of all i imagine that eddie loooooves giving head and probably spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking about u sitting on his face like,,, pretty much since u met. sooo why don't we give the man what he wants right ?? <333

nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!

word count - 1.1k

warnings - none really just some good ol' fashioned face riding

my masterlist ♥

fic under the cut,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥

"B-But what if I squish you?"

"You're not gonna squish me, honey."

"But how will you breathe?"

Eddie's lips parted in a smug chuckle, thick lashes fluttering as he replied, "I'm not really worried about that either. There're worse ways to go."

Cheeks burning, you swatted at his chest, voice breaking in a shy whine, "Eddie!"

He simply caught your hands in his with a gentle laugh-- he gazed up at you from where he laid on your plush, pink bed, as you were sat on his stomach, knees tucked to either side of him. It wasn't like he'd never gone down on you before, in fact it was one of his favorite pastimes-- his words, not yours-- but now that he was asking you to sit on his face, you found yourself inexplicably nervous. You'd never tried it before, not just with him, but with anyone. Certainly you were intrigued, just worried about the logistics.

Lucky for you, Eddie had practically mastered calming your nerves by now, having familiarized himself with the quirks in your thought processing enough to break through them, when the situation called for it. Big brown eyes softening, he reassured you, "I'll be fine, I promise. I wouldn't ask you if I felt otherwise, m’kay?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive. Now, have a seat, princess," He encouraged, tone dropping to that husky whisper that he knew always cut right through you, fingertips hooking into the hem of your thin cotton panties.

Blushing at his words, you buried your face in your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your underwear, but of course he was quick to call you out on such behavior. "Hey," Eddie warned, "C'mon, sweetheart, no hiding. Lemme see you, hm? Wanna see that pretty face while you ride mine."

That definitely didn't help with the blushing, but he'd convinced you all the same. You pulled your hands away, however hesitantly, tilting your chin down enough for him to see, though you still had a hard time meeting his eyes. His thumbs dragged back and forth on your soft thighs as he waited patiently for you to collect yourself. With a mildly unsure breath, you squeezed his hands for comfort before scooting yourself forward, hovering shakily over his face in what you could only guess was the right position. Your heart was hammering away inside your chest, accompanied by a familiar growing heat between your legs. For a moment, driven by anticipation, time slowed to a crawl.

Pupils swelling with lust and adoration, Eddie smooched lazily inward until his lips met your dripping cunt, pulling you downward by your hips until you were properly seated. Almost immediately your jaw dropped in a breathless gasp, “O-Oh, fuck, Eddie...”

With his mouth otherwise occupied, he couldn’t exactly reply with words, but the slight chuckle he let out against you was enough to communicate his pride, both in himself, and in you for trusting him. Clearly you were right to do so. His tongue slipped teasingly inside you before trailing upward to swirl around your jewel, and you drew in a sharp breath in response, hips bucking forward as your shaking hands quickly found purchase in his thick, curly hair. The motion only seemed to encourage him.

Sucking harshly on your clit, his tongue slid forward to flick at the swollen bud, sending waves of white hot pleasure through you. You let out a broken cry, trying desperately to keep still as your hips trembled above him, thighs tightening over his ears. Face burning, you subconsciously began rocking into his ministrations, the (perhaps irrational) fear of suffocating him slowly melting away to make room for the glittering heat that was pooling up inside you. As if to encourage you further, he tugged you down just a little more by the plush your thighs, fingertips printing into your skin until you fully relaxed your weight into him. 

He lapped at you greedily with a satisfied hum that ricocheted through your core, making you jolt and clutch his hair at the roots. Your breathing faltered, chest rising and falling in stutters, and as you looked down to check on him, you nearly thought you would faint-- Eddie looked exceptionally good between your legs, the inky black of his pupils swallowing up almost every last trace of that familiar coffee color as he raked up the length of your quivering body with a hunger you almost couldn’t believe. By the looks of it he was in his element, and he was enjoying himself just about as much as you were. After all, he’d been waiting on this for a while.

Dragging the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt, collecting a pool of your slick arousal in his hot mouth, the two of you moaned almost perfectly in sync. His hands slid upward and back behind your hips, cradling your body and rocking you into himself a bit harder than you were on your own, sending white hot pulses of pleasure deeply through you with every seemingly minute bump of his nose against your heat. As much as you hesitated to admit it, you could feel your peak looming on the horizon already, and quickly at that. Surely he could tell, but Eddie certainly wasn’t cutting you any breaks, the devil that he is.

“E-Eddie,” You gasped, blushing body misted with a thin sheet of sweat, hands fisted tightly into his locks. “I’m close, I-I’m getting close--”

Your words trailed off as he sucked your swollen, aching clit between his lips, before pulling back with a soft pop just enough to free himself to speak. “No one’s stoppin’ ya, doll,” He mused, taking a short moment to catch his breath before he continued to mercilessly devour you.

As if his encouragement was the only thing holding you back, your eyes screwed shut and you let out a breathy, high pitched whine as that coil deep in your stomach wound itself tight, and then snapped. Sparks showered over you in rhythmic waves, and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed anymore as your pussy clenched around nothing, and your cum flooded his tongue. Grinning against you as he held you down by your thighs to lick you clean, he truly looked like the embodiment of the cat who got the cream.

Only once he was satisfied with his own performance did he let go of you with a parting squeeze of the flesh, fingertips trailing softly down the length of your legs, and in the aftermath, it quite tickled-- it was hard not to giggle a bit as you jolted away from him, toppling over on to the bed beside him as he tried to subtly regain control of his breathing. His lips and cheeks glistened with your arousal, and donned a proud smirk.

Eddie reached for you, rubbing your back as you shook and caught your own breath. “Good girl,” He hummed. “I take it that wasn’t so bad, huh?”

[kwonzoshi]

Top 10 Best BL Boys of 2022

10.) Mangkorn [Big Dragon]

- I’ll tell you right now, when I started Big Dragon, I did not expect to like either of the characters. Yet SOMEHOW this tall lanky fuck ended up winning me over. He’s complicated, can’t communicate for shit and has so much love to give.  

9.) Tankhun [Kinnporsche]

- Where do I even start... this man is funny, fashionable and loves his family/friends deeply. He gets written off as crazy and is EXTREMELY misunderstood but has the BIGGEST brain in that family. I mean he truly holds the only braincell in the compound. This man deserves so much more than he is given, and I love him to pieces.

8.) Nuea [Secret Crush on You]

-The definition of his crazy matches my crazy. The way he accepted and loved Toh for everything he was. NEVER asked him to change and met him wherever he was at, incredible. He always stood firm on his feelings, even when he wasn’t sure Toh felt the same. 

7.) Wasuwat [The Eclipse]

- He was cute, artsy, funny and smart as hell. I respected the hell out of him for not accepting whatever the fuck KhanThua tried to do at the beach and I respect his quick thinking even more. He is loyal and will do anything for his friends. Even put more work on his plate. 

6.) Khondiao [Cutie Pie]

- Literal ray of sunshine. Though most of the story he seems weak, he is strong as hell. He handles himself, Hia Yi, Kuea and so much more with grace. He is an amazing friend and an even better partner. His patience with Yi deserves to be rewarded. I mean that. 

5.) Jao [Secret Crush on You]

- Literal ray of sunshine number 2. Watching his story develop and him gain confidence in himself was one of the highlights of the show. As a friend, he was ten toes down for his Alphabet Mafia and I love him for that. 

4.) Payu [Love in the Air]

- Y’all may disagree with me but this man is one of the best boyfriends in all of BL. He took Rain under his wing, and while the beginning of their relationship wasn’t the best, he really did everything to make sure Rain was being careful and responsible. He also lays the pipe down, what more can someone want?

3.) Ayan [The Eclipse]

- He is the definition of “I’m hurt but I’ll heal you.” The way he cared for Akk even though he could’ve easily just let him rot, is why he is top 3. He knew what Akk was doing from the beginning but he noticed that he was suffering, just like he was. The way he was with his supposed ‘enemy’ just shows that his character was pure of heart and just trying to find closure. Green flags everywhere.

2.) Akk [Enchanté]

- I’M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE, AKK DESERVED BETTER. This man shoved all of his feelings to the side to help the man he has loved since they were children. Even though it hurt. Even though it was KILLING him. He was supportive and loyal. The way he forgave Theo and just continued to give him the same energy... he is incredible. And the way he was waiting to fulfill promises they made to each other as kids?! Where do I find an Akk?!

1.) Pluem [Ghost Host, Ghost House]

- I will take ZERO criticisms or arguments. Pluem Pitiphong is THE best BL boy of 2022. He was loving, understanding, gentle, caring and just everything he could be for Kevin. He had his low moment but he’s human and it was honestly, mild. He loved Kevin with every fiber of his being from the moment he met him. HE WAITED FOR THREE YEARS FOR HIM. Patiently. Quietly. He faced his fears and worked on himself to be the best he could be for the man he loved and I respect the absolute hell out of him for that. He is the GREENEST of green flags and this is why he is number 1 on my list. 

HONORABLE NON-BL MENTION:

Yeon Sieun [Weak Hero Class 1]

- I have to mention him because while it WASN’T a BL, there were gay undertones. Sieun was loyal and devoted as a friend. He was willing to put his safety and his life on the line for Sooho and even risked jail time for him. He went from ‘couldn’t be bothered’ to ‘if you touch a hair on his head, i will kill you’ and I LOVE THAT. He is quiet, intelligent and full of so much love for the people he cares about. He was deeply misunderstood and even then, he wasn’t full of hate or resentment. He just took care of business. 

🚨Disclaimer:

This is simply my personal opinion from the shows I watched this year. This isn’t to say there aren’t more that could fit this category, these are just MY choices for my list. Thank you ♡