#also it got cold so fucking fast & i was absolutely not prepared

[allylikethecat]

atkh soon come??

Ahhh thank you for sending me this ask I was low key kind of thinking maybe no one would notice if the update was suuupppper late (and by that I mean hopefully tomorrow).

The original plan had been to finish up the chapter yesterday. BUT THEN I managed to give myself a mild case of heatstroke / sun poisoning at the barn yesterday (yay summer) and basically spent most of the day laying on my cold tile floor with my work laptop wishing I was anywhere else. I went to bed at 6:30pm that's how bad it was. And then so today I was playing catch up on all the work stuff I didn't really do yesterday because I was laying on the cold floor wishing I had remembered to drink Gatorade. Which means I have not even looked at the chapter since earlier in the week and it is in fact not finished 😞 BUT I'm actually finally starting to actually feel better (yay!) and the plan is to finish it tomorrow - hopefully before the Oilers / Panthers game. I'm so sorry for the delay, and thank you so much for checking in about the update. I'm so grateful that you're enjoying ATKH and hope you continue to do so. I hope your Friday is going better than mine and that you have a wonderful weekend!!

❤️Ally

[cyber444angel]

sick againnn👍👍👍👍

[yawnderu]

delulu time🤭

Everybody keeps talking about how Simon’s hands are constantly cold… But I have a feeling this man is a fucking furnace.

He’s so big and burly, so warm and cuddly… He’ll take off his hoodie and give it to you and it would as warm as if it just got out of the dryer. He’s so warm his cologne just spreads out like from an oil diffuser.

He’s looking so warm and cuddly just laying on the couch, you just want to put your hands down his sweatpants🤭 He’ll let you lay down on his chest, pulling his hoodie over your head and body.🦘

And with Simon being such a girl dad we have to talk about the ‘hot balls’ phenomenon. A theory that athletes and physically active people have more baby daughters because of having a slightly higher body temperature and the heat destroys male spermatozoa😭🫶🏼

I also believe he always wears a lot of layers, as many as the weather allows. He’ll always spare you his jacket… He has so many hoodies, socks, it’s insane… He’s so clean and disciplined, folding his clothes impeccably, his bed always perfectly made. His apartment is so neat, a remnant of his army ways.

Only problem is his place is always a little cold, he simply doesn’t need the heating like you do :( Your feet would get so cold he would simply have to warm them up in his lap, rubbing your soft soles against and tenderly kissing your pretty toes… He secretly loves it and that’s why he never puts the heating on :(

Don’t get me wrong, Simon isn’t a feet guy per se, but he adores every single part of you… He worships the ground you walk on. So he’s utterly blind to the fact that you’ve been feeding him so well these past months all in an attempt to get him to the optimal cuddling weight🤤 (photos for reference🤭)

Ps. This is so discombobulated and corny but I can’t stop thinking about it. I swear I’m a better writer in my native language.🎀

YES YES YES TO ALL OF THIS.

I used to date a guy who was ALWAYS a fucking furnace. It was lovely during winter, but summer were nightmares in a small bed. x_x

Yeah!! I'm also a firm believer of Simon always having VERY warm hands, to the point he can easily sandwich your cold hands and heat them up almost instantly. Simon's body is always very warm, yet he uses long-sleeved shirts out of habit, keeping his tattoos hidden from his enemies to keep both of you safe and away from Ghost and his enemies.💗

One of his favorite things is putting his hoodie over your body when you're cuddling or standing together at home, watching your pretty face peer up at him from the fabric has to be the closest thing to heaven he's ever gotten.

The ‘hot balls’ phenomenon made me giggle GRJFEHJB God, he's such a girl dad that it hurts. I can see him cuddling his baby daughters, holding them close to his bare skin because they find it comforting and always sleep through the night without waking up whenever their papa puts them to sleep. <3

YES!! Simon loves rubbing and kissing your feet, simply because he loves you and loves using his body to make you feel better, his warm breath tickling your feet to the point you've been close to accidentally kicking his face more than once, yet it's worth if for him the moment you start thanking him for warming you up, rewarding him with a rapid-fire of kisses all over his rough face.

I stand by the fact that the easiest way to Simon's heart is his stomach. He needs to eat plenty of calories to maintain his body mass and keep growing muscles, coming home especially hungry after being at the gym, ready to eat whatever hot meal you've prepared for him. :((

Sometimes you have to remind him to eat slower, yet the small hiccups he gets after eating fast serve as reassurance that he absolutely adores and devours anything you cook.<3333

[1-ker0sene-1]

God your blog is fucking SCRUMPTIOUS. If you’re willing could you do something with a reader who has POTS? Much love ❤️

{Thank you so much ♥️ Apologies this took so long! Requests are starting to come out again! I lost all my drafts due to my laptop breaking and had to rewrite 🥹}

Gaz

Honest to god. This man would probably be the absolute best partner for someone with POTS. Whether he was there for your diagnosis or you already had it when you started dating, he wants to help and accommodate the best he can. Kyle would hate for you to feel isolated, trying to match and normalize your routine so you're not alone.

Definitely got you both massive water bottles, the ones that have at the very least sixty ounces. So you can keep drinking and sipping all day and stay hydrated. If you don't feel comfortable going out to a physical therapist? Kyle is researching ALL night how to do gentle therapy at home with you.

Taking care of you is second nature to him. He's constantly thinking about you. When he leaves for deployment he has small meals already prepped in the fridge for you, cleaned the whole house.. leaves sweet notes all over the place reminding you to drink water, get some electrolytes, cool off and get plenty of rest.

"I'll be home soon baby ~K"

"Don't forget to drink your water! Love you pretty girl ~K"

"Rest for me lovie, we'll be doing plenty of 'exercise' when I get back ;) ~K"

Price

Prepared. That is what John is. He wants to be ready if you have a bad day, so he can pamper you as much as he physically can if he cannot immediately whisk away your pain. John definitely moves fast in a relationship, especially if he feels an immediate connection. You're telling him he can take care of you? Of course it's not that he likes that you struggle with the condition, but his love language is definitely acts of service.

" 's no trouble love, house feels empty when you aren't in it anyways. Might as well just stay full time."

You're moving in. He's installing a nice and sturdy shower bench, he's got snacks all around the house for you, he's mixing electrolyte powder in your water. John wants you to thrive more than anything, you're his girl, going to be his wife one day. He still wants you to feel and be independent, if you need he'll go with you to get a mobility aid so you can comfortably go out more.

He's set in his military ways so.. He's somewhat blunt with scheduling. Little reminders all day to drink your water with a kiss to your forehead. When you go out together, he's stashed some instant cold packs and little salt packets in your bag. John often lifts your hand to check your BPM tracker, once he's done he'll kiss your knuckles.

"Look at that darlin' .. Takin' care of yourself so well for me."

Soap

Johnny had quite the habit of being a bit lazy when home from deployment. But then you wandered into his life, he didn't know about your POTS at first. Just figured you also had a busy life and preferred nights in for dates. Then you got more serious in your relationship and opened up to him about your condition. It was an immediate flip of a switch, Johnny became your Johnny.

He wants you to be able to spend your energy doing the things you love, not the simple tasks, especially when he can take care of it. You practically gained a Scottish housewife. He'll shoo you softly away from the dishes, insisting you enjoy your hobbies or rest up so you two can have a nice day out. Laundry, cleaning, making the bed. Bathing you even though you're perfectly capable, definitely not to touch you and get a little handsy-

"I can take care of ye bonnie.. believe me tha more I do the more I fall for ye."

Would say the only somewhat struggle, is overheating at night. Cause you cannot tell me this man doesn't run hot like a heater. And he loves to love you, hold you, touch and feel you. But there's work arounds, a nice AC, and cooling blankets. Besides he sleeps like a rock so once he's out, if you get too hot you can give him a little push off you. Rarely he'll wake up and drawl out whines.

"..miss ye lass.. my arms are useless without ye in them.."

Ghost

Simon never thought of himself as a worrier. He's been through hell and back and not much phases him. But the first time he saw you faint nearly sent him to an early grave, threw whatever was in his hands to dart over to catch you. This was definitely before he really started to understand the seriousness of POTS. Now it's constantly on his mind, especially the moments in the day when he's not right there with you.

He doesn't want you to feel guilty about his panic, so he's pretty stoic and calm when face to face with you. Definitely goes in with you to every doctor's appointment now, asks questions, how he can help, what to do during your flare ups. You best believe he is taking everything your doctor suggests to heart. Buying you a BPM monitor, knowing Simon he'll probably figure a way to connect it to his phone. So even when he's not with you he knows a little about how you're doing. Statistically it's his most used app now. Once in a while you get a blunt-

"Go rest."

-text from Simon as soon as it gets too high for his liking.

Simon is very adamant that you take plenty of breaks throughout the day, if you're overexerting yourself he's right there with you. An arm winding around you, kissing the nape of your neck after gently brushing your hair aside.

"How you feelin' doll? Let's get you some water and we'll take a break for a while yeah? Put on that show you like and I'll take care of this.."

[irkimatsu]

Giving anal and spanking for the ask game.

Giving anal:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes |FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

The way I write Husk is as an ass man, through and through, so yes he will absolutely give anal if invited to, regardless of gender or sex. He especially likes it from behind, or with you riding in his lap and facing him. Soft cheeks pressing into his thighs or waist on every thrust... fucking heavenly.

He'll start you off slow, of course, especially if you're inexperienced. He has no qualms about rimming; he'll make sure to get you nice and wet first. (No, that's totally not just an excuse for him to go down on you. Yes, he knows actual lube is much more effective than spit, he'll use lube later... but grant him this for a second, will you?) He can't finger you, but if you need help getting used to being penetrated, he's happy to warm you up with a plug or a dildo. He loves watching a long toy disappearing inside you, praising you for how deep you're taking it, imagining how great it'll feel once he replaces that toy with his cock...

Even when he's finally inside you himself, he's still taking it easy. He never wants his desires to hurt his partner. He'll check in on how you're doing, making sure he's not going too deep or fast. He asks if you're feeling good, and throbs when you moan about how much you love it.

And then your sweet voice urges him... "faster, Husk, please..." As long as you can take it, he'll go as hard as you need. That blissful sound of flesh slapping on flesh drives him mad. Unless you tell him otherwise, he will be cumming in you like this; he sees no reason to pull out of you until he physically can't take it anymore.

Spanking:

No | rather not | dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes |FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

Admittedly, he's lost his cool with some brattier partners in the past, mainly when he was an Overlord. He tells himself they were playing it up because they wanted the spanking, and that he really did back off on the rare times he was told to stop... but he's not a fan of how into the power play he got. He much prefers being a caring dom, with more focus on reward than punishment, and when he does have to punish he prefers using withdrawal over physical force.

But if spanking is a reward for you... sure, he can work that. Again, Husk's an ass man; he can't say it's not hot to see the way your ass shakes with every slap, especially as it gets more and more covered with bruises and claw marks... his favorite position is to have you laying over his lap. He also much prefers to use his paws instead of any tools, so he can feel your flesh directly, but if you really want a good belting he'll try it out. The instant you express discomfort, though, the belt is gone. That's for you, not him, so if you're not enjoying it then what's the point?

Husk isn't into CNC-style play. If you tell him to stop, even playfully, he will stop and he will not start again. He loves you far too much to ever want to hear that he's hurting you, even if it's just roleplay. But if you beg him to spank you more, prepared to be taunted for being such a fucking filthy brat, enjoying it when your daddy strikes you like this. God, you look like you could cum just from getting spanked. You'll get off no matter what daddy does to you, won't you, baby? He told himself he wouldn't get this into it again, but maybe he does enjoy the power more than he likes admitting...

And once he's done, you're absolutely getting aftercare, no question about it. He'll massage soothing lotion into the places he spanked (totally not an excuse to feel you up some more). He'll get you a drink if you want one, hot or cold, alcoholic or not, doesn't matter, he'll go down to the bar for it if he has to, you just relax right here, okay, baby? And once the drink is done, you'll be cuddled for the rest of the night, told in that warm-honey voice how beautiful you are, how amazing you are, how much he loves being with you... did you like it? Is there anything he can do differently next time? He loves you so much, he needs to know he didn't hurt you...

[ink-flavored]

💈💉👗😶‍🌫️🍅🖤 for pride and justice 🥰

ehHEHhehe thank you!! :3

💈 Have they ever worn a sex toy in public before? Would they like to, or prefer to make someone else wear one?

If you're like Pride and count nipple piercings as sex toys, then yes all the time. If you're normal, then he hasn't, but there's nothing he would enjoy more than being able to get off in public. That's his dream. He would also really appreciate fitting Justice with something, especially one of those app-controlled vibrating plugs so he'd be able to edge him for like... the whole day.

Justice would have to think about it for a while in order to get comfortable with the idea, but the idea of (for example) sitting in church while Pride has the ability to get him off at any time? Yeah that's deeply horny for him. He would only think about giving Pride something to wear if he was asked to do so, because he knows that Pride does not need a toy to get horny in public.

💉 Do they or a partner have any chronic conditions, disabilities, and/or mental health issues that make sex difficult? How do they and their partner(s) accommodate it?

So they both are extremely traumatized in different ways, Pride about his worth and having control over his life, and Justice about his purity and "usefulness." There are definitely ways that certain kink scenes can trigger some unpleasant emotions, but they plan things out as carefully as they can beforehand and talk about it after.

As for physical stuff, I went back and forth about giving Pride chronic muscle spasms when he starts becoming human. The wounds where he got his wings cut out were never able/allowed to heal properly, and as a demon they're just unusually fresh-looking scars that only hurt him emotionally. I thought about making them act more like real improperly healed wounds, considering how deep the cuts were and how traumatic it was, but I don't feel like I'd be able to handle it properly on top of everything else I'm trying to juggle, especially since they don't become more human until the end of the book. In my heart, it's a post-canon thing he has to deal with. Since your back is connected to basically everything, I can absolutely see certain positions or going too hard/fast setting it off. Justice would be more than enthusiastic about giving him massages before and/or after sex though. Maybe doing stretches together.

👗 Do they dress provocatively? How often?

Pride requires all of his outfits to be a minimum 25% slutty at all times. He wants to be the sexiest person at the grocery store. He is never prepared for cold weather.

Justice wears jeans and button-downs when he isn't wearing comfy sweaters or fun-pattered t-shirts. Most of the time he's only ever provocative by accident if you find very specific things provocative (rolled-up sleeves, accidental shirt riding up, etc.). He does have a handful of things that are provocative on purpose, in the brief instances he agrees to go clubbing with Pride and/or his friends. It's infrequent enough that the change in wardrobe is something Pride can always be dramatically horny about.

😶‍🌫️ They get a sultry look from a stranger at a public event, someone they may have only spoken to once, if at all. What’s their next move?

Pride is already across the room asking "my place or yours?"

Justice would have a hard time believing it was happening to him, but would get all flustered about it. He wouldn't go over and make any sort of move, he's simply too shy for that. They would have to come get him themself if they were really committed.

🍅 Is it “having sex”, “fucking”, or “making love” to them? Are they all different categories?

Justice doesn't swear, so he's only ever used the first and third phrases. To him, they're almost the same. There's a small distinction in his mind between "having sex" with Pride (the rougher stuff) and "making love" to him (emotional stuff), but every time they've gone to bed, in his mind, it's been out of love. They wouldn't do these things if they didn't care about each other on some level, even when it's something as simple and lazy as "I'm bored, do you want to have sex?" To Justice, they're different things under one umbrella, love and trust.

For Pride, all three things are rigidly defined categories, especially since he'd never had sex with anyone he loved before Justice. It was all either completely casual, no-strings-attached stuff, or with Lust... he was basically using sex as a coping mechanism and self-harm at the same time. He did not have the healthiest view on sex, the idea of even calling it "making love" was absurd to the point of comedy. After Justice and character development, he like... gets it now. He understands why it can be so emotional.

Still, he has a more casual view about it. "Having sex" is pretty much anything that results in an orgasm that doesn't require a ton of effort, most hook-ups and spontaneous sex with Justice falls into this category (though he will still say "fuck" because he loves swearing). "Fucking" is for explosively lustful activities, or when he's desperate for a lot of sex. Most kink falls into this category and "having sex" can turn into "fucking" if it's rough or lasts for long enough. "Making love" is something he really only thinks about in relation to Justice, and he'd only count a few (very emotional, very vulnerable) times in that category.

🖤 Is their favorite kink different from the one they do the most scenes for? Why the disconnect?

Pride is a huge masochist, and unfortunately this is not something Justice will ever be able to help him indulge in. Hurting other people makes him way too upset, even if Pride is okay with it, so that's something they'll simply never do together. He's gone through the 5 stages of grief about it, but there's always jerking off alone in his room to help him out 🙏

They kinda already do all of Justice's favorite things? I guess one area that Justice likes and Pride is way too impatient for is shibari, since it takes time to learn all the ties and requires sitting still for longer than 2 minutes. Justice mostly practices knots on himself, and Pride knows a few basic ones in case he's in A Mood. Occasionally, Pride will be able to sit still long enough to let Justice try something on him, but it's an uncommon treat.

[try out my second sex and kink OC ask game]

[hopeswriting]

Random khr questions because the Boi™ is on my mind and you indeed do characterization beautifully. (You should be proud and you should brag about it :3)

Given that Hibari is feral to some degree at the very least, do you think he'd be fine with camping in the wilderness for some time? Do you think he'd hunt his own food?

Canonically his favourite food is Hamburger Steaks, but what other foods do you think he likes? He is weak for the traditional aesthetic, so do you think this applies to food as well? Or is his secret, guiltiest pleasure just putting on a disguise and going to fast food restaurants late at night after a long patrol?

What do you think?

And may I send more somewhat silly Hibari-questions into your ask box? 🥺

hi, thank you for the ask!

aw, thank you! 🥺💖 (😳🥰)

i think he'd be fine with it, yeah, but he wouldn't necessarily like it. but he'd be able to put up with it, especially if there's something else in it he most definitely likes doing. i'm thinking of when dino trained him during the varia arc, taking him away from namimori in various natural landscapes. and if it wasn't for hibari getting to try to bite him to death to his heart's content while they were there, i do think he'd have thrown a tantrum and been difficult about needing to camp outside sooner than later lol.

and tbh generally speaking i think that's the rule of thumb with him! there's not a chance in hell he'll do something he doesn't want to do and/or dislike doing, EXCEPT if, 1) it's something he needs to do and/or can't be done by anyone else but him (like the more civilized part of the disciplinary committee work lol, or, in a way, him being the cloud's guardian LOL), and 2) it's still something he doesn't want to do and/or dislike doing, BUT. there's something fun in it for him to do too, that either evens out or outweighs the sucky part of the thing. (to use the same example again, during the varia arc, he only put up with dino acting as his tutor because he got to fight him while he did.) the CATCH tho, is that the second the fun thing does not even out the sucky thing, let alone outweigh it, all bets are fucking off. see him breaking his watch during the rainbow arc, with no regards whatsoever for fon. (he's SUCH a little shit, i love him.)

i could see him hunting his own food, yeah! idk about him going through with the kill tho. i mean, i know it's only ever said he likes little animals, but i think he has a soft spot for animals as a whole. so unless absolutely necessary (namely if he's by himself, and, you know, needs to eat and there's no other food around), i feel like he'd let that part to someone else.

that said, he most definitely enjoys hunting them and backing them into a corner. not in any malicious way, but just to asset his dominance as the apex predator in the area lol. he totally lets them go after that. and even makes sure to get back in their good graces again after that. the way he sees it, it's just a fun bonding activity that lets both of them keep their skills sharp, because of course he does, you know how he is lol.

i do think so, yeah!! he has a soft spot for traditional food and enjoys it the most, but generally speaking i feel like he just really loves warm, homemade food prepared with care and love. which is why he makes kusakabe cook his favorite meal for him haha. i also want to say that... i could see that being something he associates with an act and show of love. i mean, cooking is absolutely a love language, right? so someone cooking for him would be them caring for him, and him trusting someone to cook for him according to his tastes and eat it would be him also caring for them. (wait, this is kinda sweet actually. 🥺💖)

what other foods he likes... oh, i'm terrible at stuff like this zedfcgvh!! but, well, cold desserts, maybe? and he hasn't much of a sweet tooth, but when he craves it, it solely happens through desserts. if he likes hamburger steak most, then i guess he's a meat guy too. definitely a warm drinks guy too, tea, and maybe coffe too tyl. uhhhh, idk, snacks too? i mean, biting all those people to death on the daily and all day long would require energy, so i'm sure kusakabe makes sure he replenishes it between one beating and another lol. hibari also makes sure to have and keep a healthy diet, but in a casual way. not too casual of course, he needs and would want to keep his body in shape and at maximum capacity, but no doubt in a more casual way than ryohei or yamamoto lol.

as for fast foods, only on occasion, and the rare type of occasions, re: healthy diet and him liking homemade food. and, you know, for me it wouldn't necessarily be him being hungry after a long patrol at night. i firmly believe that in such cases, if there's even just the slightest possibility to make it happen at all, he'd rather wake kusakabe up to cook him food with absolutely no remorse whatsoever. 😭😂

he likes and respects fast foods as places and a type of restaurants tho! because you can just walk inside them alone, and sit at a table alone, and eat alone before leaving, and no one bats an eye at it or thinks anything about it, and everyone lets you be because that's literally not uncommon whatsoever. he definitely doesn't like or respect the noise and crowd as much lol, but as long as it's not too much, i could see him put up with it just to enjoy a little more his time there.

on the note of him disliking crowds, maybe like, seven out of ten, he goes for delivery. he's also that much more likely to accept a fast food invitation (yes i'm thinking of the 10th gen haha) if you tell him you'll eat it some place quiet and cozy and he's comfortable and familiar in, and where they won't be too much people. (fast food night at tsuna's place, anyone?)

so in that way i don't think it'd be a guilty pleasure of his, but instead a pretty well-known fact about him. but if i should give him a food-related guilty pleasure, i honestly think it'd be something he's allergic to. like, he's lactose intolerant or something, and he doesn't care zerdfghhg. he's still stealthy about it and hides it from everyone, but only because he's annoyed to death by the nagging. it's not like he'll die from it, so what's the big deal? he only gets a little sick, get over it. he will keep having his milk and cheese and whatnot, just watch him.

you may absolutely send me more hibari questions!! my ask box is always open and welcomes everyone for any kind of questions. 😊💖

[witchysethharper]

Fall From Grace || Self-Para

Seth's hunted by hellhounds and has his soul sent to hell.

Trigger Warnings: death

Seth made a lot of mistakes tonight. His first one being that he didn't plan well and absolutely had to get dog food for Circe this evening so she had breakfast tomorrow morning. That was absolutely his bad procrastinating on it and convincing himself he had enough for the week until he looked in the near empty bag. Tonight also happened to be early on in heat week and nearing a full moon. Whatever, right? He'd drive down to Krovs Town, get the food, and then drive back up. Town ought to be quiet this evening with many of the residents tucked in and entertaining themselves with a partner in heat. What could possibly go wrong?

The menacing growl that reached his ears sent a chill up his spine. He froze in place, grip tightening on the opened door of his trunk where he'd just packed up Circe's food. What little noise on Market Square faded away underneath Seth's heart thundering in his ears.

He didn't think about the hellhounds. Or that today –– right fucking now –– his time would be up.

It wasn't like Seth hadn't been seeing these hell beasts day and night for the last month or so but this... this felt different. The chime of the town clock striking the nighttime hour cut through the moment of silence with an ominous, booming chime augmenting the cold dread settling in his bones.

He slowly and carefully shut the trunk of his car before turning around. The few random pedestrians and drivers running some last minute errands didn't see what Seth did –– three massive, monstrous black dogs with glowing red eyes and dripping maws right there in the middle of the street. Each of them haunched and prowling towards the young witch that was their prey. No one else heard the low snarling of the hungry beasts that didn't disappear after Seth shut his eyes and opened them again. They wouldn't until they finished their hunt.

Seth did the first thing he could think of once he momentarily regained control of himself –– he bolted. Charged down the sidewalk passed confused citizens that went about their evening once he was out of sight. He thought he'd come to terms with this, mentally prepared for this moment to inevitably happen no matter whether he ran or stayed still, and yet he kept running as fast as he could down the barely lit street. It didn't matter how fast he was, the hounds were faster, and one managed to clip him across the back with claws. Seth needed distance –– just enough so he could make a phone call –– so he teleported himself as far down Oymyakon Street as he could and slowed to a power walk while he pulled out his phone and dialed the very first person he could think of.

"C'mon, pick up, pickup, pickup," he muttered, frosty mist leaving his mouth as the phone continued ringing what felt like endlessly. A little spark of hope fluttered in his chest hearing Shade's voice before realizing it was just the cambion's voice mail message. Truthfully Seth didn't know if this was better or worse, wanting to actually talk to Shade one last time but also not wanting this to be their last conversation. He didn't plan on this happening now so he was unprepared once the beep signaled him to start his last words to his best friend.

"Uh... fuck. Okay. Hey. Hi. Hey, Dempsey, hey. It's Seth, um..." He slowed down his pace a bit so he could talk more than breathe heavily into the phone. Silence. The hounds hadn't caught up to him yet but he knew they would. He maybe had a few minutes. "Fuck, it's fucking cold out. Anyway, uh, I'm not sure what you're, like, doing right now or whatever but I wanted to let you know... that... it's, uh... time. Got the hellhounds on my ass and motherfucking..." He clenched his fist and grimaced as he remembered why he'd come out here in the first place. "Fuck, sorry, I, uh, I left my car in Market Square outside the pet store. Had to get Circe food so she doesn't starve. It's in my trunk if you could somehow get that up to her tonight or tomorrow morning, please." He turned into an empty alleyway, knowing that he couldn't outrun this moment. Eventually those hounds would track him down and tear him apart and it'd more than likely be painful as fuck.

"But, um, that's not why I was calling. I just... I wanted to hear... your voice one last time, and..." He choked on the words now as his eyes and throat burned as he reached the brick wall end, hearing those dogs howling not too far away from where they'd picked up Seth's scent again. "I wanted to say thank you for... everything. For helping me with car shit and cooking and making me laugh and putting up with me in general for all these years. And for trying to help save my soul in the first place. I'm just... really fucking glad to have met you and had you in my life, everything good and bad and in between with us. And..." Seth looked up now, seeing the hounds approaching him through the blur of brimming tears that threatened to spill. He rushed his ending, not at all wanting the last thing on Shade's inbox to feature the sounds of him getting mauled. "Fuck. Okay. Gotta go. Take care of yourself, a'ight? L-Love you."

His hand shook as he hung up and this time the beasts didn't leave him any time to process his fate. He was cornered and they struck one by one, the first one lunging at Seth so hard he bounced back against the brick wall before hitting the ground. His glasses knocked off his face and fell beside him, one of the lenses cracked from the impact. Claws and teeth tore into him, breaking through his winter layers and muscle and bone. Blood sprayed over the bricks and concrete and Seth cried out, falling still on the cold ground pooled in his blood. Darkness swarmed his vision as he drew his last breaths.

Then everything went silent before the roar of hellfire enveloped him.

[in-inertia]

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder? || 16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like? || 19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

8. Would your [Gladiia] ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Depends on what you mean by "get away with murder." She could kill someone, and very few people would be able to do anything about it. At worst, she'd be forced to flee if an entire army showed up...and given how fast she can move, and how silently she can hide, I doubt they'd ever find her. But, usually, being forced to flee a country or go into hiding doesn't really qualify as getting away with it, and while she's ludicrously strong, nobody in this setting is so strong that they're above consequences. Even putting the possibility of retributive military violence aside, murdering someone in broad daylight would absolutely fuck up her partnerships with Rhodes Island and the Inquisition, which would effectively ruin any chance she'd have at fulfilling her primary directive.

She's an expert in espionage and subterfuge...according to her file. We've never actually seen that in action in canon, but her job as the Designer of Warfare was a very multifaceted one. For my canon, she's taken a number of cloak-and-dagger missions on Kal'tsit's request. In this sense, she not only could, but has gotten away with murder. Just...with a lot of preparation and care.

16. What is your [Gladiia]'s pain tolerance like?

Extreme. We know that she still feels pain. She can't just shut it off. But, still...this happened to her. And then she, minutes later, got back up and killed the thing that did it to her. The narration implies that she's able to not only move and fight while so gravely injured, but also think and strategize:

In the sea of her mind, a breadth of thoughts fly past like lightning, yet not one considers her own injured state. Because it is entirely enough now. This body's current condition suffices for her to kill off anyone.

19. How does your [Gladiia] behave when enraged?

Cold fury. The greatest hatred she's displayed has been towards the Seaborn, which she greets with sneering contempt. She's quiet when she gets very angry, and we saw in Stultifera Navis that she let her emotions get the better of her during the Abyssal Hunters' fight with the Endspeaker, Will of We Many. During that fight, she started getting faster and faster, putting herself out of sync with the other Hunters who couldn't move quickly enough to catch up.

[reallyromealone]

So i saw the one with Sanzu, where he has an omega mate and kids and i was thinking if you could do that but the male reader is in his 9 month and close to due date and maybe called his alpha because his water broke

(With Ran and Rindou there my favorite also can be together or not you decide)

Sorry if my grammar is bad because it is.

If it wasn't for auto correct my spelling would be tragic, I type reaaally fast so it's nonsensical half the time

And what do you mean by the haitanis being together?

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(Name)s due date was close.

Like scarily close.

And Sanzu was across the city at a shitty dinner party with people whom he personally wanted to beat the shit out of...all they spoke about was nothing, just ass kissing to get in Bontens favor.

The Alpha was antsy as his phone was on full sound and everything as Ran and Rindō looked at him with curiosity "why so stressed pinky?" Rindō asked as he ate from the vegetable platters on a large table nearby and Sanzu was just teetering at the end of his rope "I'm fine, let's just get this shit over with." His voice clipped and stressed as both haitanis gave him a raised eyebrow but decided to not press on it as frankly they didn't care enough.

The night continued as some Omega tried to woo the Bonten second who just stared at her with a cold blank expression as the Haitanis tried to get with two millionaire Omegan heirs who were very into it when Sanzu felt his phone vibrate.

Two missed calls from (name)

"Shit--" Sanzu stepped out and away from the crowd and called his mate who was frantic to say the least "alpha?!" "Baby what's wrong!" Sanzu said worried as the sound of (name) groaning in pain rang through the speaker "baby is coming, I-I called my parents to watch the pups but I need to get to the hospital, I-I called an ambulance please get here--fuck!"

Sanzu was frantic as (name) hung up to presumably call an ambulance and the Alpha marched into the building and towards the elder Haitani "I need your keys" the three ride shared as they were all at Bonten headquarters before this, an oversight now that Sanzu thought about it "oh? Why? How are we supposed to get home?"

"Don't care, (name)s in labor and I need to get to him"

"Oh? Your angel is in labor? Come now rinny! Lets go get this daddy to his mate!" Ran was being a complete dick as the slightly drunk man walked to the entrance, the two following "I'm not letting your drunk ass drive us" Rindō said as they stepped out and took the keys from the valet before Ran could and the three got into the expensive car "university of Tokyo hospital. Go."

The three drove there in record time, the three being led to the vip area where (name)s cries could be heard as Sanzu ran into the room where (name) lay, not quite ready to give birth but he was getting there "H-haru!" (Name) cried out as Sanzu went to his mates side "I'm never letting you fuck me agaaah!" Another contraction rolled through, poor (name) crushing his mates hand in pain "the contractions are getting closer, Mr. Haruchiyo I believe it's time to start pushing" the doctor said as he and the nurses began preparing for a birth.

Six hours.

Six hours and a healthy baby girl came into the world, resting on her dams chest as Sanzu spoke so softly to his mate "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you... Look at how beautiful she is"

"You two have visitors, are you willing to see them at this moment?" A nurse asked gently and (name) nodded as Sanzu gently took his pup and bursting in was their sons, (name)s parents and surprisingly the haitanis "what the fuck are you two doing here" "language Haru..." (Name) mumbled as Rindō stuck his tongue out to Sanzu "and miss our god kids birth? Absolutely not" ran said confidently and Sanzu looked disgusted at the thought "you're not his god dad, either of you"

"Then uncles"

"Absolutely not"

"Uncle ran and uncle Rindō sound nice" (name) murmured teasingly as his two pups crawled up into the bed to cuddle (name) "don't entertain them..." Sanzu said turning to look at his family "you two, this is your baby sister take care of her yeah?" Sanzu said with a weird amount of softness to his sons who looked at the sleeping pup who was eventually passed to (name)s parents and somehow the haitanis.

When everyone eventually left and it was just the two and their newborn Sanzu watched him feed their baby before Sanzu took the pup back "now sleep Omega, I will be here with pup" Sanzu said gently and watched the love of his life fall asleep.

Life was good for sanzu, better than he deserved.

But he wouldn't exchange it for anything.

[playgrl0]

you're safe / nanami

!! slight angst +++ comfort and fluff ofc and NOT proof read, i'm lazy !!

when gojo called nanami to let him know that you're not only back at jujutsu tech from your mission, but also injured, he didn't waste a second to get to the school. panic rushing through his body and his heart beating so fast, it feels like it'll explode any second now. he finally reached the school where gojo was already waiting for him at the entrance. "before you panic even more nanamin, she's fine. shoko took care of her and healed most of her injuries already." gojo explains and nanami let's out a breath he was holding and responds with a nod. gojo places a hand on nanami's shoulder "y/n did amazing." he smiles. "shoko will bring you to her, wait for her here."

shoko brought nanami to you, you're in one of the free dorm rooms, laying in bed and taking a well needed nap. "can i bring her home with me?" nanami quietly asks her, his gaze never leaving your sleeping body. "yes but make sure she rests a lot. no heavy lifting or anything like that, got it? i healed most of her injuries and she's okay but still, she needs to be careful. i'm glad she's okay." shoko is one of your closest friends and it hurt her to see you like that. covered in blood and bruises and barely conscious. "thank you, shoko. i can't thank you enough." she gently smiles at him before she turns around to leave. "you better take good care of her, kento!" nanami lets out a sigh, walks into the room and closes the door behind him. he walks over to your bed and sits on the edge of it, taking one of your cold hands in his and gently pushing some hair that fell on your face out the way. he looks at you for a good while. you look absolutely exhausted, tired and fragile. you're still covered in a little bit of blood and dirt, your clothes have rips and holes everywhere and some bandaids and bandages cover some of your body parts. it absolutely pains him to see you like this, so broken, hurt and vulnerable. you're the most precious human to him. the one he loves the most and the reason he wants to keep living another day. it's almost like torture to him to see you like this.

you slowly open your eyes and pain instantly shoots through your whole body, making you groan. "take it easy, love." you hear a voice say. you barely realized that nanami is next to you, you're so out of it. "kento?" "i'm here." you squeeze his hand that's still holding yours, it's so big and warm compared to your smaller and cold hand. "help me sit up, please." he helps you and when you finally sit up, you instantly wrap your arms tightly around him. he doesn't waste a second to return the hug. "im so glad you're okay, my love." he whispers into your hair. "kento, i–" you breathe out, your voice gets stuck in your throat and you can feel the tears stinging in your eyes. "fuck! kento, i was so scared. i was so, so scared, shit." the tears leave your eyes and soak his shirt. he wraps his arms tighter around you, careful not to hurt you, and slowly rubs your back. "shh, it's okay now. it's over, okay? you're here and i'm here with you and i'll never leave you alone again. you're safe, yeah?" you nod against his chest, tears still running down your cheeks. "i was so scared. as soon as i was done with the curses, a special grade showed up and i didn't even notice it was there–" you explain to him and he quietly listens. "–before i could react it already attacked me. i was already hurt and tired from the previous fight, i barely could stand anymore, i had no chance." you shake in his arms and you hold onto him for dear life. he wants to tell you to be quiet, calm down and rest but he also knows you need to let it all out now, so he lets you. "after it hit me for the third time, i knew i was done for. i was fucked. i was so sure i'd die–" "don't say that, y/n." he interrupts. "but it's true." you respond and pull away from him to look into his eyes. "it's true. i was preparing myself to die, i was so sure it was over. i was so scared i would never see you again, that i'd never see gojo's annoying ass or shoko ever again or the kids. i was so scared for you because i never want to hurt you and i knew how much i would hurt you if i left you." now nanami's crying as well. the way you're talking about the thoughts you had before you could've died absolutely shatter his heart. you wipe his tears away and take his face into your rough hands. "before it could attack me again, gojo showed up and saved my ass once again." you giggle. "i don't remember what happened next, i passed out and just woke up again. i'm so happy you're here, kento." now he's the one wiping the tears from your cheeks and he takes your hands in his. "y/n, my love, you're safe. you're alive and you're here with me. you can feel me, yeah?" he moves one of your hands up to his chest and gently presses it against it where you can feel his heartbeat. you smile and nod your head when you can feel his heart beat against your hand. "i'm here now and i'll never, ever leave you alone again. i'm always here. you'll never go on a mission by yourself again i don't care what you or anyone else says. i can't risk losing you." normally you'd protest. you're perfectly capable to go on missions by yourself, you're extremely strong after all. but you can't deny that you were fucking scared this time and you wished somebody was there with you. nanami knows that, how strong you are of course but, after what happened today he just doesn't wanna risk it again. you're too precious to him. "i understand." you reply and take his face into your hands. "can i get a kiss now? i think that's what i need the most right now." you cheekily grin at him and he can't help but grin as well. there it is, your beautiful, beautiful smile. "come here, love." he presses his warm, slightly chapped lips on yours. lips moving against each other carefully but deep at the same time. nanami tries to feel you as much as he can, deepens the kiss even further and puts all of his emotions into it. tears threaten to fall from his eyes again but he's not letting them out. you both pull away for some air and rest your foreheads against each other. "better?" he whispers. "much better." you grin.

he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, places another soft kiss on your lips "you need to rest and i'll take care of you until you're fit again. let's get you home love, yeah?"

at home, nanami brings you to the bathroom and fills the bathtub up with water, bubbles and your favorite bath bomb. he helps you out of your dirt and blood covered clothes and his breath hitches for a second when he sees all the bruises and scratches on your body that were previously hidden by your clothes. "it's okay, they're not that bad." you tell him, he nods, kisses your cheek and helps you into the bathtub. "ken, please join me." you pout. and how on earth could he say no? with a soft smile he takes his clothes off and sits behind you in the tub. "just relax for me, baby. i'll clean you up." he hums. nanami takes a washcloth, practically drowns it in your favorite body wash and starts cleaning your body with it. he makes sure to get every single trace of blood and dirt off of you in the most gentle way. running his hands over your body as if you were made of glass, he knows you're not but he doesn't want to hurt you. when he's done with your body he washes your hair for you, giving your scalp a soft massage which makes you whimper out quietly. a small smile graces his lips at the little sound you made. "feels good?" "mhm yes." after he's done washing your hair both of you get out of the tub. he changes into some sweatpants and a t-shirt real quick and then helps you dry your body. he carrie's you into your bedroom, helps you into your sweats and shirt and tucks you into bed. "im gonna make some tea, i'll be right back, love." with a kiss to your forehead he leaves into the kitchen.

when nanami comes back you're already asleep. with a smile on his face he walks over to the bed, places the mugs on the night table and lays down next to you, not caring about the tea anymore. he carefully wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest. you unconsciously wrap your arm around his waist and snuggle deeper into his chest. he runs his head through your hair and plays with a strand of it, enjoying the silence for a while and staring at you, his world. he wouldn't know what would've happened if gojo didn't save you, if you actually died, if you left him. he would've gone crazy, he would've lost absolutely everything. tears are threatening to spill from his eyes once again and he sighs out trying to not think about it anymore. you're here, after all. you're here, in your shared apartment, in your shared bed, together. just how it's supposed to be for the rest of your lives. you're in his arms and you're safe. you're okay.

he places a few kisses into your hair, on your forehead and one on your cheek. "goodnight, baby. sleep as long as you want, i'll be right here when you wake up." another gentle kiss on your cheek. "im so happy you're okay. my angel, i love you so much." he whispers. "mhh, i love you ken." you mumble out. with a small smile on his lips, he hugs you a little tighter and falls asleep as well.

<3 @ playgrl0

[introloves]

anon: okay so i just went through (the entirety) of your bokuto tag and lemme just say, boxer! bokuto??? yeah top tier. you just KNOW that every time he wins he wraps that medal round your neck and makes you watch in the mirror as he uses it to choke you and keep your head up and eyes on his while he absolutely rails you. shit after fights you’d look just as bruised as him.

— boxer! bokuto + marking + choking + pain + possessive! bokuto + overstimulation + size kink + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + cream pie + f! reader

— word count; 2k

— boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 2

he’s trembling, high strung with the adrenaline that still hasn’t left him. it’s funny seeing him whine for your attention, someone so big and muscular like him looking absolutely destroyed when you give him a stern look against his kisses.

it’s so very apparent in the way he handles you that hes looking at you to help him come down.

“bo, calm down.” you pant, trying to push his hands away, its a futile attempt to keep his wandering fingers away from your pants. its like he’s magnetized to the waistband of them, digits twitch when you slap them down.

he’s big, strong, a finely tuned machine built for taking hits and giving them back like a bullet but your rejection makes him pout.

there’s a twist of pain in your chest when he gets like this, but he needs to rest.

despite everything, he acts like its just been another day, but it hasn’t even been two hours since his last fight. theres a bruise painting his lip, another one against his brow, red splotches litter his sides and stomach but he shakes your prying hands off thick wrists, fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling them down to your thighs. he looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. waiting for the okay he knows is inevitably going to come.

“fine, but if i see you wince, we’re stopping.” you sigh, smiling at the absolute beam of teeth and curled lips he gives you.

he’s so fast, peeling off every bit of clothing you had worn tonight. he had to have you, needed it like he needed that win.

a win that he already has, now he just needs you.

you cant deny that his excitement isn’t making you wet, he’s like a god above you, vying for your attention and body. he was truly glorious tonight, muscles taut and coiled as he bounced along the white canvas. biceps curled and ready for his opening to land one of his signature right hooks. he takes every hit against his body like it’s nothing, completely unfazed by his opponent. at one point during the match he taunted them, dropping his arms and baring his teeth, just waiting for the fight to truly get good. it makes you squirm, he could be so intimidating, watching like a predator for any opening, any hole in the opponents defense.

your body flushes in memory of watching him land that final hit, he sees the way your thighs squish together. groaning at the thought that your body was responding to his advances, surely knowing by memory how good he fucks you.

your bo always looks so strong and powerful. no matter where he is, whether he’s fighting or when he’s trapping you against those strong arms.

it makes you sigh at the pure determination he’s dripping in, rolling your eyes as he gives you a once over, wiggling his eyebrows at you, torso stretching to reach something from the bedside table, canines flashing as he shows you his newest trophy. its a devious look, proud eyes glinting down at you.

you feel that you can read his mind, about to tell him that, no you won’t fuck him while he’s wearing it, but he lowers it over your head, giving you a bigger smile as the heavy and cold metal lands right between your tits.

“that looks real good on you.” he finally says, abs contracting with the pangs of arousal crawling up his neck. he flinches just a bit at the soreness there, he’s a little more beat up than usual, but hides it well. if there’s anything he needs other than rest, its to fuck you dizzy.

he thinks he might be a total meat head with just how much he likes the image of you wearing something he worked so hard to win, a primal heat licking at the arousal also flaring inside him. you’re really truly his, bokuto can see it in your eyes, regarding him like hes strung the moon up in the sky.

you belong to him, just as he does you. just like that shiny medal you’re wearing.

the bed creaks under his weight when he leans down to kiss you, hand grabbing your face, keeping you right where he wants you. tongue immediately slipping past your lips, pulling a cute whine. he’s sloppy with it, teeth bumping against your own, spit trailing down the corner of both your mouths. when he pulls away, your eyes cross to watch the string of spit connecting the both of you.

he swipes his tongue out and catches it, mumbling something when he sees you reach for him.

“sit back.” you realize he says a little late, snapped out of the haze by the gentle tap of his index finger against your cheek.

koutarou makes a show to peel the rash guard he was wearing under his shorts off. his creamy, muscled thighs finally grace your vision. it makes your body temperature rise several degrees at once, the hot flash only encouraged when you see his dick lying pretty against his thigh. you reach for him, but the advance is stopped by his hands, he doesnt say anything but grips your wrists a little tighter.

your gaze moves from his purpled knuckles up to his eyes, the amber there looks just a tad bit cooler and you immediately know it’s going to be a bad day for you tomorrow.

“want you on your tummy.” bokuto states, and you listen.

waiting for his hands to grip your hips, but he lags just a little. turning your head to look at him you ask if everything’s okay,

“you remember our safe word?” he inquires, and you nod, blanching just a little. his words send a prickle of fear down your spine, you suddenly feel very vulnerable and exposed.

“well, what is it?”

bokutos hand comes down to grip your shoulder, huffing against your ear. theres a small pull there, bringing your shoulders back to meet him halfway.

“j-juice.”

he’s right there, waiting for the last syllable to leave your lips, poking the head of his dick against your cunt. it leaves you breathless, smooth, velvet skin leaving a wet trail of precum right on your clit.

it makes you exhale out a high pitched keen, unable to stop it from tumbling out a little louder than expected.

the whine has him purring, humming out a, “good girl.”

there’s nothing in the world that you can compare the way he splits you open. the first stroke is always careful, makes sure youre nice and relaxed, wet enough to take him. you always are of course, how could you not with the way he holds you, pulling you back by your shoulders, making your back bend as much as it can, the twist of your body like that makes for a real tight squeeze, feels like the already limited room inside your cunt is cut back to an absolute zero.

it should hurt, but you’ve taken him enough that hes practically carved the shape of him into your pussy.

he has you nice and compliant under his hands, head thrown back to leave the most fucked out sounds of pure ecstasy rattle through your lungs and into the room.

he can feel the chemistry, something akin to electricity, between the two of you. if he could form into words what its like when you lean agasint him, completely trusting him to take care of you, to make you feel good, he’d fill a book up- and pocket it to reread over and over.

bokuto releases you, letting your shoulders fall forward gently before reaching around and pulling the, now, warm metal from between your body and the bed.

it catches you by surprise when he gives it a tug, the silk cutting into your prominent veins, making you go weak and dizzy.

if you couldn’t think or talk before he was doing this, you definitely weren’t going to be able to while he was.

your hands find the pillows above you for leverage, biting down onto your lip when he begins a brutal pace against your hips. hes pinned you down onto the bed with his mass, not even letting you arch your hips to give him better access to your cunt.

“ghh, kou- kou feels good.” you cry, taking an index finger into your mouth to bite, theres not a spot on your body where you dont feel him, so big above you, you can feel the press of his dick in your throat.

“i know it does puppy.” he grits out, still biting back the pain that each brutal contact against your body brings him. hes got the stamina, the sweat hes broken out thus far isnt too bad, but the position and the way hes taking you- hand still holding onto that precious medal- is taking a toll on him.

he knows he needs to make you cum fast.

and knowing his sweet baby, the way to do that is to rough you up just a bit. it’s real endearing.

the silk burns just a little when he shifts behind you, making sure to keep a good grip on it- you dont connect the dots of what hes preparing to do, not until he pulls back.

you’re mid scream before he cuts you off, tears forming in your eyes against the rasp and wheeze of your breathing. the tension around your throat isnt forceful enough to cut your oxygen off completely, it just leaves you wheezing and gives you a nice haze to your vision.

you’ve tensed up completely, knees locking, hands gripping the pillow above you for dear life.

the reaction from you makes him shake, you can feel the stutter of his hips, hearing the high whine leave his throat, he powers through it. he clashes his teeth together and snarls, blinking back stars when he speeds up.

“c’mon, cum. cum for me, puppy.” bokuto grunts.

its not like you to not listen, as soon as his words leave his mouth, you’re closing your eyes.

you’ve gone limp for a second, and bokuto truly fears that hes overdone it, he drops the grip he has on his trophy, about to stop everything, but then your tremors start.

your legs, still pinned down between his own, shake. he sees your cute little hands slap the pillow and swallows deeply. you’re silent- but he can hear the echoes of moans that want to leave your throat thanks to your open mouth and head that’s thrown back. it takes you two seconds before you seem to flicker back to life,

“ghhhh, hhhh! koutarou, kou!” his name is the first coherent thing that leaves your mouth, and he swears there’s nothing better. he cant compare you to winning a match, knocking out his opponent in a KO- because seeing you like this, hearing you scream his name like that would win every time.

he’d like to comment on how eagerly you’re milking his cock, but the pulsing of your cunt around his fat, big dick does him in.

there’s no time to pull out, wasn’t planning on it anyways, but the squeezing of you againts him, leaking your cum down to the base of him, wetting his pubes with you, also leaves no room for it.

it’s obscene, the squelching sounds of his pistoning, cumming cock, creaming your insides white, all the while pushing it out of your cunt with every thrust.

it splatters against your ass and his thighs, white globs of it stick against the two of you while he rides out the throbbing. there’s nothing more satisfying than filling you up, a deep tingle nipping at the base of his skull when he thinks about his cum kept warm in your cunt.

this is what finally tires him out. the tremor and twitching of his strong arms visible when he reaches down and pulls his limp dick from you, he saves you the pain of his weight crushing against your already fragile body by plopping down beside you, you jump up on the bed with the force of his weight collapsing beside you.

the sticky heat is no match for his eagerness to hold you after it all. you slot against his front easily, almost completely dwarfed by his frame.

“‘re you proud ‘fme.” he slurs against your neck, trapping his thigh between your legs. he shivers when he feels the mess of his own cum smear absolutely everywhere.

your hand comes down to rest over his arms, protectively secured around your torso.

“always. i love you so much.” you whisper back, voice just a tiny bit raspy and sore.

“mm, loveyoumore.”

he’s out before you can count to ten, hearing you say that puts a smile on his face while his breathing evens out behind you.

you take the lightest of touches to the bruises on his knuckles, your koutarou truly was something else. while he sought out your validation, you basked in the glory and security of someone as grand as him holding you tight.

[butmakeitgayblog]

🙈

You told us to remind you about telling us the story on how Jake found out about them in cruel intentions au 🙈 so this is a reminder. Tyyyyy

It's not nearly as explosive when they talk about it vs Hellen but yeah I'll write it! It just goes to show a bit if how Clarke is what her relationship is like with Jake.

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It's been two full weeks since you and Lexa had walked out of the penthouse, two suitcases between the both of you and warnings to be expecting movers back for the rest.

Two weeks of radio silence toward either of the parentals and two weeks of waking up to her eyes.

Two weeks of falling asleep wrapped around her, sated and warm in her arms.

Your mornings have been filled with coffee-bittered kisses and touching her whenever the hell you want. It kind of feels like a dream, this 'squatting' in the lushest hotel the city has to offer, with the biggest difference to your life you've endured is room service versus a personal chef making your meals.

Two blissful weeks of her melting like too-warm chocolate between your fingers has you feeling more spoiled than you can ever remember.

And you're kind of deliriously happy with things just as they are.

But of course Lexa had unsurprisingly not been fucking around when she'd said she'd prepared for the inevitable fallout.

You know this by how fast she'd had realtors calling her at all hours with prospectives and listings and offers to show at obscure hours that fit her schedule better than their own.

It's still unnerving to think that somehow she knew both of your parents better than you did. That she knew to have these dominoes stacked in a way that benefited her for the inevitable fall. She also seemed to know you better than you know yourself, knew what to do to keep you grounded through it... but that just kinda makes you love her more.

She's such a sneaky little asshole.

You're just grateful that you get to call her yours.

As pedestrian as it is, you're pretty sure you're gonna make good on that whole wedding thing she'd talked about.

Someday.

Maybe.

You have no idea when you both got so fucking sappy.

But two weeks of silence had also lulled you into a false sense of security. What with the straightening of her collar before she leaves for work and the lunches and coffee dates and every untempered smile you no longer give a fuck to keep in check.

The world felt so goddamn good for a change that you had somehow let your guard down.

So when you stumble into her office, hot on her heels and hand dodging her swats as you caress her ass where you know her subordinates can absolutely see, it's like a fucking whollop upside the head when she pulls up short you clock that familiar cut of dirty blonde mixed with ashy grey.

"... Dad..."

The word leaves your lips faster than your head can stop spinning but the hands that find your waist keep you steady.

You straighten at the way her arm winds around your waist and pulls you close and love how it feels protective.

Possessive.

Completely calculated in the way his eyes dart to the hold.

"Jake," Lexa says with that patent unnerving calm as she takes a step forward and brings you right along with her. "May I ask what you're doing in my office?"

She sounds stern but relaxed and sexier than she has any right to while speaking to your father. As though this is nothing more than an annoyance akin to an unscheduled business meeting.

He never appreciated her nuances.

You love how in control of herself she always is.

He regards her with cold indifference. "Your secretary showed me in."

"I'll make sure to have a conversation with him about that."

"I came to speak to my daughter, Alexandria. Considering she hasn't answered a single one of my calls, I figured she must not be far from you," your dad says with a pointed look as he strolls over to an empty chair and sits himself down without invitation.

You roll your eyes at his dramatics as she looks to you in silent question, and the squeeze to your hip lets you know for once she's actually willing to defer to your judgement without question.

Out of the bedroom anyway.

Which is kind of rich considering the radio silence had all been part of her grande scheming plan to begin with, but you nod in genuine thanks anyway.

"No." You stop her with a hand to her chest when she moves to leave. You lean forward and press a kiss to her lips and love how her eyes burn. "Stay," you murmur because fuck all of you're doing this alone.

She kisses you again with a tenderness that is at least fifty percent for his benefit, but you're extremely grateful for it all the same.

You're not scared of your father by any means, but you're also not the best at keeping a cool head, and the last thing either of you needs right now is a shouting match in the middle of your girlfriend's (mmm... your girlfriend's) office.

She nods and takes your hand. Laces your fingers so tight your palm sweats as she leads you around the expanse of her desk to settle in her seat.

You sit just off to the side of your usual spot when you visit, perching on the arm of her chair rather than in her lap.

As hilarious as you know his face would be to see you lounge across her like a pinup girl, Lexa wouldn't appreciate it one bit and you're not in the mood to deal with her being grumpy.

You make a mental note to remind her how good you're getting at this 'sacrifices' thing.

"Well?" you prompt when his eyes slide between the two of you for several silent moments.

He sits back in his seat and pins you with that look you loathe so fucking much.

"I suppose you're pleased with yourself then?" he raises his chin to you. Lifts a finger and motions between the both of you without even looking at your partner in crime. "With this little stunt."

You grit your jaw before allowing a please grin to curl your lips.

"Ecstatic, actually. Thank you for asking, father."

"Clarke--"

"Don't," you cut him off as a hand settles on the small of your back. "You're not going to lecture me about my life. Especially not who I'm in love with."

You feel her fingers tighten on your shirt.

"She's your stepsister."

"She's my lover," you correct with a sneer just to watch him shift distastefully in his seat. "And my girlfriend. You need to get that clear in your mind. You of all people should know about those."

He's silent so long your ass is genuinely starting to ache and you wonder if her grumpiness would actually be worth just shifting over.

But then his gaze moves to Lexa. Turns steely. Somehow even less forgiving.

"Your mother is distraught, I hope you know that."

Her face grows dark when you look to her.

"Is that right? Well... I'm terribly sorry to hear that." She rubs her hand up your spine and it takes everything in you not to shiver. "Send her my condolences. And please remind her, life is full of disappointments."

You damn near break into snorted laughter because she is such a little shit.

And you know how cathartic it must feel to throw those words back at Dear Hellen. Words that Lexa had been met with throughout her childhood.

She'd shared more with you in the past year than the combined five years prior. Shared stories of her triumphs, of her heartaches and lonely nights, moments of devastation and anger and chaos that somehow always revolved around her mother.

Most of the more unsettling events happening before she'd even reached puberty.

You'd finally heard the stories of a little Lexa forced out of childhood entirely too soon, and you knew how those words had plagued her. How every complaint was dismissed or belittled, washed down the drain along with Hellen's vodka soaked vomit.

Birthdays and Christmases missed were chalked up to Lexa being immature and hysterical. School plays forgotten and soccer championships left attended. All the pinnacles of your young love's life being treated as mere inconveniences.

The mental image of your tiny Lexa standing over her father's grave was burned into your brain, knowing those were the very words that had met her when she'd quietly asked her mother to make everything feel better.

You don't think it'll ever not haunt you.

You wonder how much it still haunts her...

But you know he knows none of this. Know he thinks it's nothing more than an offhand smartass answer at the way he immediately dismisses her.

He's never appreciated her nuances. Never understood that her every word holds weight.

"This can't continue," he says in his business voice.

That almost makes you laugh too.

He really seems to have missed the boat on this situation as you lift a brow and smile. "Hm? Beg your pardon?"

"People are already talking," he hushes as though a parade of debutantes had their ears glued to the door. "They think our family is degenerates. You two doing God knows what under my roof, then running off in the middle of the night. You're embarrassing yourself, Clarke."

And that... does make you laugh.

Because who the fuck does he think he is?

You feel your chest bounce with each derisive burst of amusement. Your eyes roll skyward as your head tips back because, surely, he can't be serious right now.

Every woman you've seen stretched across his billiard table and every glimpse of thigh you seen perched on his desk, every moan you'd heard coming from the third floor library and every crimson smudge collar flash through your mind.

You know without question you could've fucked your way through the entire ladies department of Macy's and still probably not have enough notches on your belt to rival his own.

But that wasn't his problem, and you know it.

And it's that realization that makes you simmer with rage.

You're grateful for the hand that bushes your hip and grounds you. You're grateful because those hands have taught you better ways of dealing with your emotions than simply lashing out.

So you breathe a sigh, and collect yourself, and return his steady gaze.

"Did you ever even love Abby?"

The way his snaps back in surprise is delicious. Even more so when his face turns flush. He chokes on a few bumbling words before managing a pathetic, "I don't- What?"

"I was quite clear," you lilt in a polite conversation with a quick check-in toward your girlfriend. "Abby. I'm sure you met her. She was my mother, and your wife. Well. That was before you fucked half of Manhattan, of course."

"Clarke—"

"I mean I know you got married because she was pregnant," you continue over his bluster because this has been a long time coming and you're going to enjoy every minute. "But I wonder, did you ever actually love her? Did you ever just... need her? Crave her? Miss her voice or eyes? Do stupid things just to make her laugh?... Did you ever, in all those times fucking my nannies, and my tutors, and the slew of assistants that couldn't even look me in the eye... did you ever once fantasize that you were with her instead?"

You can only imagine what's going through his mind as he stares down at the desk between, still too prideful to hang his head in shame but eternally to chickenshit to even meet you halfway. You've always known he was weak, and for as much as you've lived taking advantage of it, it still sickens you to remember you share chromosomes with that mess.

His hands run along his slacks, whether in nervousness or to wipe the sweat of guilt, you can't say. You just hate that you notice it's a habit you share and fuck all of you're not gonna knock that shit off now.

"You have to understand, Clarke."

"I don't think I have to understand anything."

"It was hard for me too."

"Oh spare me," you chuckle and lean heavily against your little human shaped rock. "You cheated on my mother, you're cheating on Mommy Dearest, you'll probably cheat on whoever you saddle up to whenever she inevitably dies of alcohol poisoning. But I fall in love with the one person you've decided is off limits, and suddenly I'm the bad guy? Why? Because it gives your tennis doubles something to talk about?"

He's so red it looks painful as you hold his eyes and grin.

"Whatever your version of this insipidly grand speech you prepared on your way here was, I suggest you save it. Because whatever you thought it would accomplish, none of it is going to help you."

You watch the shadowed stubble on his throat shift under a swallow as shakey hands fold neatly in his lap. He's quiet for a long moment but you don't really mind. It gives you time to catch green eyes glance up at you with pride.

"So," he finally breaks the moment, "that's it, I guess."

"It is."

"And you truly know what you're saying here? What this means?"

You pretend to ponder ot all for a moment before smiling with a nod.

"In English?" you drawl like he's stupid because ending this fucked charade of a father-daughter relationship on a bitchy note is just too good an opportunity to pass up. "I think it's fairly simple. You're choosing your reputation over me. And I'm? Choosing Lexa over you."

He takes one last look between the two of you, face having fallen entirely blank. The face you're more used to when he didn't have something to be gained. The face of your father when he isn't playing a part. And then he's up and out of his chair with a flourish and once again, you know it's business as usual.

"I'll see myself out."

"I didn't have any intention of seeing you out. You know where the door is," she says from beside you because you know she can't help herself.

It's always hard for her to let you have all the fun.

It's alright though. You'll kiss her pretty face off later for the support all the same.

"I've put some of what would've been your inheritance into an account for you," he says while buttoning up his jacket.

"You can keep it."

"I'll have Colleen send the information over to Ms. Woods's secretary to pass along to you. Do with it what you will. That's what you've always done anyway," he says with no ounce of emotion.

It doesn't even hurt.

Not really...

You watch him stride to the door, and you remember when you were so tiny and used to think he was so big. Used to see him as this larger than life person, with his suits that fitted the broad expanse of his shoulders and the gleam of his shoes. Used to think if you ever needed, he'd protect you.

Now all he seems is small.

He pauses at the door and you wonder what the fuck was coming now.

But he just stands there. Hand wrapped around the gold-plating of the door handle in a white knuckled grip.

"... Be better than I was."

You barely register the words before he's gone.

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[sugar-petals]

can you give us more thoughts about domestic yoongles? the taemin's one (wich I love) just made me miss the cat boy so much ;o;

i have a phd in househusband yoongi so let me fire out some ideas for ya.

myg at home headcanon

🐱 word count. 1.9k | fluff, slice of life, slight nsfw mentions, x reader, bullet points

The doorbell sound is a recording of Yoongi imitating a doorbell. He’s such a meme. Ceci n'est pas une pipe.

Seemingly, he teaches himself a new recipe every week. To perfection. Yoongi is very particular about sticking to the recipe and wielding his kitchen tools in the right way. He collects knives, olive oil, and still hates cutting onions.

He separates sleep time, work time, and couple time as the holy trinity. For each, he switches his mood.

Blushes easily no matter for how long you’ve been together.

Establishes his own radio show where he DJs at one point.

Yoongi keeps an extreme track on the garbage schedule. He knows exactly what is due when. Separating the trash is a must. That includes sorting out fake friends trying to get between your relationship. Your social circle as a couple is extremely deliberate.

Yoongi deems himself a terrible host for guests. Unless Hoseok is there to drag him out, it's true he rather stays in the kitchen or at the barbecue preparing the menu courses rather than making small talk. He leaves the hospitality bits to you, however you want to go about it.

What he lacks in conversing with guests, he makes up in bed, God is absolutely fair.

He sings and hums pretty often and has his own vernacular of extraterrestrial uwu noises. It's an alphabet that you have to yet decipher but it's incredibly cute.

Self-made paintings everywhere around his house. 

Yoongi hasn't gone clubbing since grammar school. The most he does is going to a restaurant at lunch with very close friends. And always in a work context. His private life is so secluded from everything else and paparazzi just don't spot him anywhere, Dispatch thinks he must live abroad.

Very well, he does consider his big ole house a separate country. It's a living organism with a studio, gym, trophy room, small-size basketball court, and vastly equipped kitchen. A home theater as well, he likes American movies (like Inception) and Korean action genres, and you can stream whatever you fancy in there whenever you like. 

Yes, he has underwear with cute little bears on.

There's even a little pond in the backyard. Yoongi, Pisces he is, likes fishes after all. Sometimes he sits at the edge of the 'Little Ole Min Lake (LOML)' and stares into the water for literal hours with his chin parked on his palm.

His fridge is so high-tech and futuristic, even Yoongi is rendered clueless by its AI sometimes. The washing machine, too.

Yoongi watches RuPaul’s drag race. What did you expect? He finds it so humorous.

Owns lord knows how many comic collections.

Favorite holiday destination: New York.

Christmas is basically 50% you unveiling new music equipment to him in the garage and Yoongi almost fainting at the sexiness of it. The other 50% is spent holding hands and orgasm after orgasm until the new year since you loose track of time.

Goes on long rants why he’d marry you again every weekend.

Making you presents is his specialty. Always accompanied with a hand-written note. He writes a lot of things by hand for you in general. Texting, basically never. Always on paper.

No sex without a blanket and socks on. Yoongi gets cold very very easily and just doesn’t like showing skin. You buy him a heated blanket for his birthday, he even uses it in his studio chair.

Chronically addicted to making out.

Matching black outfits and glasses.

Laughs at even your worst jokes or phrases you didn’t expect you even uttered.

Yoongi owns the phoniest, most secretive-looking black car ever and nobody knows about it. Even he forgets he owns it, in fact he genuinely acts like it just doesn’t exist. Hilarious. And that guy has a level 1 Korean driver's license. Which allows him to drive trailers and busses and fucking trucks, and construction machines, let that sink in.

It's really a genius curse. Yoongi being put to the test will always deliver but he won't choose to execute his full skillset if he doesn't have to. Well, pragmatic. He's not as phony as he thinks he is, which is even more hilarious.

He uses that behemoth of a car so scarcely because he'd rather have things delivered to his doorstep and he's stingy with gas. Also, he doesn't like traffic and driving because of the traumatic shoulder accident and his tendency to space out. Translation: You drive that thing... that monster... it really is an impressive, fast, and scary machine. 

If someone devious ever even remotely manages to invade his privacy and get past the doubly-installed security system, he has enough money to deal with it no matter what.

If it concerns your privacy, he's a red belt. And owns Jin's number if a taekwondo master is required. Jimin's if it needs someone with kendo skills.

If Yoongi needs someone to go on a complete rampage, Jungkook lives just down the block. He can sprint to Yoongi's bunker I mean mansion within 45 seconds. 30 if it's very urgent. 20 if the reward is an instant ramen splurge with Yoongi's black card.

He has a sexy, glamorous sword collection hanging on the living room wall anyways, so. Who the hell is dumb enough to mess with him and his expensive lawyer in the first place.

But just in case, who knows... Yoongi settles matters shruggingly, anonymously, and with cash and he's too exhausted for violence, but don't underestimate his deter-min-ation and network for emergencies. Also, he is Agust D after all.

He will bonk a naughty burglar or kidnapper across the head with a wooden cooking spoon or take him down by throwing a basketball if the situation requires it. Damn, his reflexes are so fast, a feral cat in motion. So, lean back and sip on your drink of choice. Things are cared for.

If Yoongi is the one being kidnapped or a highly skilled stalker invades the property at night when he's fast asleep (nothing can wake this man during certain hours, strong REM right here): Don't forget that honeyboy is a Dodgers fan. There are signed baseball bats everywhere in this damn house.

In that sense, your parents visiting you here for the first time thought you were an undercover thug couple. Not to worry mom and dad, you both just like sports very much okay.

Yoongi walks around in all black clothes and the rooms are all seemingly dark. Even if you live together, you don't know his skin care routine. It's clear to you he's some sort of vampire.

Since Yoongi always forgets to remove his makeup, you made it a habit to wipe it down when he's about to pass out. He won't lie, he enjoys that kind of affection.

Holly is your resident child. You're essentially a family.

He insists to tackle this by himself, Yoongi sees his therapist monthly. Not shifting responsibility is something he's stubborn about and he pours his emotions into writing. You will do conversation about deeper stuff, but he says it's mostly up to him and his own mind. He dislikes burdening you or opening up too much and it's something to respect rather than force him about. If he wants to share a thought, he will. It doesn’t mean he can’t trust you or sucks at communicating (we know that he’s direct). Yoongi simply can’t put that much pain in such few words nor should you alleviate it for him.

Calls from the manager faze Yoongi as much as Jimin is bothered by gravity. If he’s busy kissing your body slow mo, who the hell dares to disturb his worship. 

This man had so many let-downs and interpersonal catastrophes in his life, he's super discerning with people. Because he rolls that way, during their first meeting Yoongi uses his psychology certificate on your friends. You see him squint at them, he listens very closely. After they pass the vibe check aka meow radar, he befriends them, too.

Yoongi doodles Grammy trophies everywhere to manifest them.

Yoongi shaves his legs.

All the sex toys he’s ever bought are black. Gotta vibe in style.

He spends ridiculous amounts of time in the studio but he's yours for the remainder of the night, breakfast, and he makes a lavish lunch and dinner.

Um, consider his head parked between your legs. The Hongkong line was not a joke.

Doesn’t mind you squishing his cheeks whenever and for how long you like. 

Every other weekend he gets flowers, vouchers, and gifts — not because of fans, they don’t know where his house is, but because he donates so much.

Namjoon often drops by and cleanses the area with his crystals.

Yoongi is a photography major so you can ask him to take professional, ceiling-high black and white shots of you.

Feeding each other food lovingly. Man, this guy got lips.

He set up a library just for you, in the exact historical aesthetic you like the most. Send him the link to any book you want, it's basically in the online shopping cart already. As I said, he wants to make you presents like every week.

Sometimes he sits on the other end studying English videos and vocab while you read. And yes, he's already 95% fluent but pretends being merely intermediate. He knows technical terms even native speakers have never heard of.

He collects pajamas and earrings.

Swears on the phone.

Namjoon being the horniest member is a cover-up story. Yoongi masturbates almost unreasonable amounts of times, by himself and in your arms when going to bed. Not gonna lie, it’s a sight to see his hands at work. He’s almost equally obsessed with fingering you once you ask him.

Yoongi was the one asking you to move in and almost had a nervous meltdown before meeting up with you to tell you just that. 

He’s the little spoon and of course a sleeping burrito to hold tight.

Finds you equally attractive in any state or styling. Yoongi practices what he preaches, he always reacts the same and says the same. 

Jams out to outrageous beats Namjoon sends him by dancing in the studio. You walk in on him every time. Was embarrassed at first, now you dance along.

Has bought you a life-sized Yoongi pillow and customized you a giant Shooky to hug when he’s not at home over night.

Owned a wine cellar until he quit drinking. Turned it into a piano room instead.

Only you know Yoongi has a serpent and dagger tattoo.

Scrubs the bathroom religiously.

The house smells like restaurant food and his extravagant perfumes half of the time.

Sometimes he has to remind himself he’s married to you and not his coffee machine. He shall be forgiven. You can’t complain that he doesn’t love you enough, nor is he ever not adorable when drinking his latte.

Never wears short sleeves. It can be scorching and he’ll wear a jacket. 

Tell him and the cap stays on during sex.

He grows his hair out and puts it in a low bun. The bangs remain.

Yoongi has installed the most fire-proof building in the entire city it seems. That he wanted to be a firefighter when he was young definitely shows. Figures the house has to be protected from heat: His blasting studio music and Yoongi himself are just way too sizzling.

Still melts into a puddle when you kiss his nose.

Couple sunrise watching. 

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[silk-heartss]

STUDYING WITH THE AOT BOYS

while feverishly studying for my final exam this quarter, i decided to write this on a study break for a boost of motivation :]

⤍ various aot characters x gn!reader

⤍ includes eren, armin, jean, connie, reiner

⤍ sfw , fluff , cursing , established relationships , the boys either being geniuses or absolute idiots

EREN JAEGER.

don’t even get me started on this boy.

i just know he doesn’t pay attention in class.

i feel he’s very smart but just doesn’t want to apply himself, so his assignments are always late or he doesn’t hand them in at all.

feels the need to be rewarded after every right question.

“hey!! i got that right :( i want a kiss.”

will complain about the atmosphere no matter where you are, he just REALLY doesn’t wanna be there.

if he’s quizzing you, i’m so sorry.

it’s like sitting at the kitchen table with your dad as he yells at you since you can’t long divide.

he gets frustrated so fast.

he doesn’t mean it though, he’s really trying.

if he gets a question right and you don’t, he’s about to hold that over your head for the next decade.

he lost all his notes so all he carries around is a pen that was borrowed from someone else. man’s doesn’t even know where his textbooks are.

so he’s gonna have to borrow your stuff.

his writing is so fucking messy.

after ten minutes, he’s convinced that studying should be over now.

you have to drag him back into his chair.

i feel like you guys would study at a starbucks or in his room, he probably got you guys kicked out of starbucks.

ARMIN ARLERT.

you ALREADY KNOW.

chances are he’s helping YOU study, let’s be real.

and armin is the perfect study buddy!! he’s very patient and organized, since he thoroughly enjoys studying, you’re on the lucky side of it all.

probably likes to study at the library or in a starbucks, somewhere moderately quiet but still cozy.

he. is. prepared.

he’s got pens, pencils, highlighters, notebooks, his laptop, textbooks, sticky notes, dividers, etc.

i just know he’d be so sweet if you were beginning to grow frustrated.

“hey, it’s okay!! try one more question and then we can a break, i promise. you’re doing great!!”

never gives up on you :’)

he also loves quiet studying, where you’re both together but looking at different things.

might get distracted from his own studying if he sees what you’re working on.

will ask you what it is and be genuinely interested if he doesn’t already know.

has snacks and coffee for those late night study sessions, will give you his hoodie too.

again. he’s always prepared.

JEAN KIRSCHTEIN.

i feel like jean is a piece of work at first.

he’s the type of guy to act all careless about his school work like some “bad boy” and then pretend he doesn’t care about his grades.

but he’s actually really smart and gets really good grades.

he probably gets so excited looking at a paper with an impressive grade on it but acts like it’s no big deal.

so he pretends to be all bored when you study with him.

but he’s actually so excited. he brought food, he brought you a hoodie of his if you get cold and all his books.

eventually, after you FINALLY wearing him down (it took ages), he sheds the bored facade and actually studies with interest.

will get distracted by you. sorry not sorry.

“jean, look at your notes.”

“but you’re so pretty.”

“jean!”

subtly brags about his casual 100%’s and good feedback from teachers.

if he’s helping you, i feel he’d be pretty patient. but he might throw in some remark on how easy it was for him to get it.

he always has to be the best.

will share an earbud with you if you guys listen to music while studying.

likes to study in his room/dorm or outside on a picnic blanket if it’s nice.

CONNIE SPRINGER.

it’s like eren all over again.

except connie is actually dumb LMAO.

but he doesn’t wanna work. he’s gonna get distracted.

“YO LOOK AT THAT BIRD.”

“connie, sit your ass down right now.”

he gets really hungry. and he’s barely working.

but he convinces you to take a break and get some food with him.

big mistake.

he’s even more distracted now and probably hyper off something sugary.

like eren, you gotta use some reward system.

give him a kiss or a snack with each right answer and eventually you’ll get somewhere.

insists that you write down notes in different coloured pens because he likes how pretty it looks.

doesn’t even HAVE the textbooks he needs, he swears he never got them in the first place.

very much the type of guy to be like “wait—we have a test?” or “we had homework?”

likes to study in, wait for it, his car.

you guys tried it once before you vetoed it from happening ever again.

will make you get up and take dance breaks with him. he swears it helps his brain think better.

no it doesn’t.

REINER BRAUN.

like armin, i feel like reiner would be a very good study buddy.

i feel like he’s in the middle, he’s not super brainy/nerdy but he’s not totally clueless and unmotivated either.

i feel like reiner really likes the peaceful ambience of the library, especially if it’s raining outside and you can hear it.

he probably owns just a few notebooks and pens but at least he has his textbooks.

if he doesn’t get something right away, he’s gonna get frustrated and need reassurance.

he loves it when you’re teaching him stuff, it takes away from the looming feeling that he always has to be the bigger person.

but he’s still a good teacher himself, i feel he’s pretty patient. but if you can’t grasp what he’s explaining to you, he might give up after a while and get you to google the answer.

brings coffee to your study dates and remembers your order every. single. time.

doesn’t like to study super late, eventually he’s gonna close your books too and insist you rest.

takes pictures of your notes cause he likes them more than his.

may or may not pretend he doesn’t get something just so you’ll explain it again.

“sorry, can you explain that again?”

“reiner, i’ve explained it five times.”

“i think one more time should do it :)”

thinks you’re cute while you’re studying and sneaks a few peeks in every so often.

© silk-heartss

[erythrum]

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓

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𝙖/𝙣: 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

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𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘺/𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦

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The boneyard was a melting pot, pogues, tourons, and kooks unalike all gathering for one of the last kegger's of summer. This mash together of kids from all over Kildare and the mainland always ended in chaos, it was just a matter of time before shit went down tonight.

Rafe had his arm thrown around my shoulders as we walked down the path to the boneyard. I could faintly see Topper and Kelce downing the cups of pogue provided beer. Didn’t matter whether or not the kooks or pogues could get along, as long as it was on the cut and alcohol was provided, the teens could get along for a limited amount of time.

“Hey y/n! What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving for college this week?” It was Sarah who yelled out to me, running up to her brother and I in her floral printed dress. Rafe’s arm dropped to his side as she came with Topper not far behind.

“Oh I just couldn’t miss my last kegger before leaving, Duke can wait on me one more day.” The two of us embraced in one of those hugs that has you shifting your weight from side to side. I guess she didn’t realize I wouldn’t leave for college for another month, but I was sure she was already too drunk for me to explain it to her that she was not thinking of the right month.

As Sarah was hanging onto me probably a little too tight, Topper was giving Rafe one of those looks that said everything but also nothing at the same time. Like prior knowledge had to be known to understand the context. I of course did not, those two always had some stupid shit planned and I can almost guarantee it had to do with messing up the pogues’ little party.

The sun hung low on the horizon after I had finished my third cup, the colors illuminating the sky so brilliantly it felt like a fantasy. I stripped off my top and headed for the water, the pinks and purples of the sky reflected in its crashing waters. It was so cold, the temperature sent shivers up my body and a familiar rush in my energy. Almost waist deep now, I submerged my body completely under the water. It was always how I remembered it, calm and refreshing.

“C’mon Rafe! Don’t be a little bitch and get in there, I see the way you look at her,” Topper spewed, pushing his friend to have a little courage.

“Man what the fuck are you even talking about?” Deny everything Rafe thought.

“Oh come on dude, you’ve been making please love me eyes at her since the sixth grade, and please fuck me eyes at her since the tenth, when are you gonna do something about it for once? You’ve got a month to make a move, or regret it your entire life,” Topper continued his monologue as Rafe tuned him out, too distracted by the girl, his girl, staring out into the Atlantic like it was calling to her.

His heart was pounding as he made a B-line for the water, a light jog, but not so fast someone would think he’s crazy, or just madly in love. He swiftly pulled his polo over and off his head before plunging into the chilly water. Topper clearly knew whatever he'd said had worked.

I heard him before I saw him, Rafe approached and submerged himself just as I had a few minutes before.

“If we get hypothermia I'm sending you my hospital bills.” He laughed, wading around in the shallow water.

“Oh shock! Rafe Cameron threatening his medical bill payments? I never could’ve guessed!” We enjoyed our few minutes of peace before talking again.

“But it’s basically impossible anyways, you get use to it after awhile, maybe it’ll calm your hot-headed ass down,” I giggled and prepared for what always came next. Rafe pickup me up around my waist, lifting me over his shoulder before attempting to sprint as fast as he could deeper into the water. His hands had been wrapped around the back of my knees for a few moments until he threw himself and I down into the deeper water, both of us completely submerged beneath the surface.

The sun was dipping below the horizon now, and the deep blue of the sky was beginning to envelop the boneyard. We had come up for air, and I began splashing him with the water around us, payback for his antics. Theres no way in hell I’d be able to throw him down into the water too, this was the best I could come up with. The two of us were laughing before Rafe grabbed my arms and twisted me around so my back was flesh against his front. I gave up on trying to fight him off. Instead I just rested against him in an attempt to catch my breath.

“Hey Rafe, can we talk about something?” Oh fuck she knows, he thought. This was gonna be it, it’s going to fuck up his entire plan.

“Yeah, uh sure, like here?” He questioned.

“Maybe not here, I think we’ve got as audience,” he knew she was referring to Topper and Kelce, they were watching from the beach.

"The truck then?" I nodded my head, not at all prepared for the favor I needed to ask of him.

The sand stuck to my feet as we headed back to where his truck was, the chilly air wrapping around my body. Rafe opened the backseat door and pulled out a towel for me, always prepared. He pulled the passenger side door and I slid into the seat, the heat of his car pumping through the interior. My heart was pounding, but I wasn’t sure if his was too. We made it about halfway to tannyhill before speaking.

“Soooo,” he said.

“You’re going to think I’m absolutely crazy, Rafe," I laughed in an attempt to hide my nervousness.

"First of all, you're already crazy, and second of all, I'm pretty sure I know exactly what you're going to say," his hands were clenching the steering wheel harder now.

""Oh really? You already knew that I was going to ask you to take my virginity?" I don't know why, but I just blurted it out.

His car came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, lunging me forward as he stared in disbelief at the road infront of him.

"Im sorry, what did you just say?"

"That I want you to take my virginity? V-card? Cherry? Damn Rafe how else am I supposed to say it?"

"And," there was a pause in his voice like he didn't believe me, "your being serious, correct?"

“Correct.”

“And, come again? I need to hear that one more time.”

“Jesus fuck Rafe, I’m being dead serious, I want you to take my virginity, what about that is so hard to explain?” It came out as more of a yell than a scream, he took a long sigh and ran his fingers through his hair. He was thinking long and hard, I knew because he always had something to say, and now he wasn’t saying anything at all. It felt like hours had past before he spoke again.

“Why?”

It was my turn for a long sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ve been thinking about it for awhile, and I want to do it, but whenever I think about it in my head the only person I can see doing it with is you. You’re the only person I trust enough with my own body, I mean shit,” I had to think for a long time before admitting what came next.

“Whenever someone, you know like Scarlet or whoever, asks about who I’m interested in or whatever it may be, not a single person ever comes to mind except you, it’s like all I see when I look at you is you, everything else is like blurred around you and whenever I think about who the love of my life will be, I always think of you, not some mystery guy that I haven’t met yet.” I didn’t plan for this to be a full confession on how I feel about him, but here I am spilling everything I’ve been holding in my heart for the last three years.

“And I know that sounds fucking stupid I know, I mean we’re still teenagers for crying out loud, but when I’m with you it always feels like I’m home.” I was nearly crying at this point, struggling to get the words out of my chest that had been waiting for so long. He was listening, deadly quiet, and I had no idea what he was thinking for once in my life.

“You know what? Just forget about it, can you take me home please?” I was definitely crying now, it felt like I’d ripped my own heart to shreds. Theres no way he could ever feel the same way about me, he protected me like I was his own blood, not like he was in love with me. My face was nestled into the sleeve of my hoodie as the tears came out. His hands had moved back to the steering wheel now, gripping onto it so tight I thought it might break. The muscles in his forearms almost looked like they were twitching, but he still had the car in park.

He wanted to just grab her and kiss her right now, the girl he'd been in love with since the sixth grade sitting in his passenger seat, her seat, confessing her feelings to him. Rafe knew it was alot for her to ask, but it meant even more to him everything that she had said after her original question. And there was no way in hell he was going to let her get away again.

Rafe reached his hand over to hold onto her tear stained cheek.

"y/n," The bother of them were breathing heavily.

"I'm in love with you," it slipped from my mouth and he leaned in to kiss me. It felt like I had a wave of electricity coursing through my body. His hand grasping onto my face as he leaned over the center console. My hand reaching for his chest, his lips on mine as we intertwined with one another. It felt like everything in my life was complete, and the tension has been released. His fingers tangled in my hair.

It was over before I realized it, and Rafe was driving me home. My breathing hadn't normalized in any way, it was like I needed to throw up my heart to get the knot out. I couldn't stop thinking about the way his had felt on me, the way his lips felt on mine, the way it felt for once in my life like I was loved.

"i'll think about it," his voice cracked.

I leapt out of his car as fast as I could with tears streaming down my face. Did he feel the same? Did he not? My brain was spinning so fast I barely made it inside my bedroom door before collapsing. I wrapped myself up in the thick comforter, a heart full of ache and a body exhauster with sleep.

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