#and frustrated i almost feel burned out and it was my break i didnt even get one week off im

[thecherrygod]

semester starts this week and i think im even more tired than when winter break started

[awoogayanderes]

men who try to delete you out of their lives when you guys break up. the same day you guys break up, he immediately unshared his location with you. he's determined to delete the hundreds of pictures he's collected of you.

he resets his face id where you were his phone’s alternate recognition. he removes your contact photo and removes the red heart next to your name. but for some reason, he can’t delete your number or even block you at that.

so when you randomly text him a few days later, he feels his heart beating faster. “you have some of my hoodies, can i go and get them ?” he rereads the message over and over. he feels his hands shake as he thinks of a response.

“who is this ?” almost immediately, he regrets sending those three words to you but he wanted you to hurt, more than him at least. you read his message almost immediately and he sees the three little bubbles pop as you type.

“nevermind, just forget about it, thanks, ” this wasn’t the response he wanted ( but one he did deserve ), well he didn’t know what he was expecting but he throws his phone on his bed in frustration, his heart throbbing with pain.

maybe he should have actually deleted your number because this would have hurt way less for him as he throws your hoodies away. he burns your letters and shoves gifted plushies into his trash bin. fuck, this hurts.

TSUKISHIMA | oikawa | atsumu miya | kuroo | ( modern day ) sanemi | childe ( tartaglia ) | my ex bsf | your fav <3

other notes : i had such a hard time trying to name characters for this specific fic, I DIDNT EVEN NAME ANY BSD CHARACTERS, drop some people to add pls :(

[taintedcigs]

— hardest of hearts

“darling heart, I loved you from the start. but you'll never know what a fool I've been.” ‹‹ — florence + the machine, hardest of hearts.

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: jealousy has never been your strongest suit. you realize that even better when you see steve and nancy in close proximity. based on this prompt by @dumplingsjinson (wc: 1.6k+)

warnings: just absolute fluff, maybe tiny angst, and making out, they kinda go hard at it for no reason, this is just an excuse for me to ramble abt how pretty steve is bye.

author's note: ohh if u want pls listen to hardest of hearts by florence + the machine when u r reading!! luv that song <3 and again. ignore the corny summary and i didnt proof-read and wrote this shitty thing in 30 mins yada yada!!! based on this amazing request i got from my lolo bean angel @lofaewrites i hope u like it MWAHHHHH!!!!

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Jealousy.

That ugly feeling clawed at your insides, consuming you whole, bringing out the worst in you and you knew it, yet you couldn't help it. Finding yourself powerless against its caging grip.

The venomous glare you threw at the two of them surely had to burn off Steve's back, but they remained rooted to their spot, talking about whatever the fuck, while Nancy lingered far too close to him for your liking.

Her curls danced in the dim light, swaying with each infectious giggle that escaped her lips at his jokes. The sight of her head thrown back in mirth only made your blood boil more with it.

You wondered what the fuck was so funny that he felt compelled to whisper to her, the sight of them so close to each other had your entire body feeling hot, an ugly feeling consuming you whole. The fragile porcelain filled with alcohol threatened to break under your harsh grip.

And of course, you couldn't help the way you act entirely unreasonable when he comes back to the booth.

Cold, a total raging bitch, your mouth feeling hot the more you snapped at him. And he knew, he knew the exact reason for your attitude. Yet, he couldn't help but find it adorable. How your lips downturn as you scoff at him, just because you're jealous.

You storm out to catch your breath and get some cold air, his footsteps fall into sync behind you, because he can see right through the facade you desperately clung to, see the way your doe eyes flash hurt, thick lashes hiding your disappointment behind the anger.

You lean against the brick wall of the bar, the chilly Hawkins air seeping through the fabric of your coat, almost enough to calm you down before you can hear Steve's hesitant footsteps as he closes the distance between you.

He's making you so pathetic.

The concern in his eyes mirrors the ache in your chest, gaze searching yours for answers you were reluctant to give.

"Is something wrong?" He asked, tone merely honey-glazed.

He didn't let you answer, instead following up with a, "Or are you just... jealous?" That stupid smirk lingers on his lips, making your insides gooey, while you wore that scowl as your mask.

"What?" You scoffed, playing dumb, as you crossed your arms against your chest, almost to protect your feelings.

"Oh my god, you so are," he teases, that damned smirk stretching his mouth into a full grin, reaching all the way to his eyes, causing them to crinkle, so pretty that you are melting all over.

"Shut up, Harrington," you murmur, heat spreading across your cheeks, gaze unable to avoid him. Pools of warm honey-toned brown eyes drawing you in so effortlessly.

"God, do you still not believe me?" He shakes his head with a slight huff, shoulders slumping in defeat.

You know exactly what he's talking about, with the way his brows quirk up, and he tugs at his silky hair in frustration.

Steve told you he liked you. A couple of days ago. But you just scoffed and huffed, rolling your eyes in his face.

You couldn't—more so—you just didn't want to believe it. You thought it was too good to be true.

Couldn't believe that he would want you when he used to be so hung up on Nancy. Blame it on your insecurities, or your attachment issues. Or blame it on the fact that you were scared. So fucking scared.

And you'd rather avoid all of it than have him break your heart. It's unreasonable, but to your idiotic brain, you're being logical.

"H—how do you expect me to when you end up doing shit like this?" Your tone is barely above a whisper, suddenly insecure like you're exposing yourself bare to him. You just need him to convince you. And he knows. He finally knows.

"Like what? Talking to Nancy?" He scoffs, like it's ridiculous. To him it is. That you even can believe the idea that he still thinks about her, when all that invades his mind is you.

"Like talking to your ex, the same ex you were hung up on," you reply back bitterly, words burning your tongue as they barely roll off your lips.

He leans in closer to you, almost to make a point. "Were, like you said." He spits in frustration, "past fucking tense. I moved on, so long ago. You know that."

"And she just said hi, as a friend. Nothing more," he enunciates it carefully and would explain that to you all goddamn night, if it meant it would wash your worries away, he meant every word he said to you. He didn't care about Nancy. It was you. And from now on, it was only going to be you.

You were desperate, so desperate to not show him your true feelings, but of course he could see right through you. "Maybe, maybe she did, but-"

He groans, not even caring that he's interrupting you. "There's no fucking buts, sweetheart, I told you, told you that I fucking liked you, that I wanted you, why do you insist on trying to push me away?"

You gulp when you notice how he has you caged against the textured walls, your back hitting the bricks with a soft thud, his breath flushing your already heated cheeks. "I don't—"

"What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?” His words are harsh, not in a rude way, only to get it through your thick skull. Show you how much you actually mean to him.

Rough hands end at your side, that annoying strand of hair falling to his thick lashes, making him look so pretty that you just want his hot mouth on yours. "There is no one else for me but you, and even you can't fucking change my mind, yeah?"

"I don't give a fuck about any other girl unless they're you." Words fall like silk from his lips, and they are heavenly to your ears, blinking quickly to process all of it.

And he enjoys it, sees the way your gaze glimmers, cheeks adorned with a sudden warmth as you give him those doe-eyes that make him want to crumble into you, fully.

You nod dumbfoundedly, almost to let him know that you finally believe him, and he gives you a soft chuckle, raising his brows "Are you going to let me take you out on that date?"

His caramel hues swirl hypnotizingly as they gaze into you, so alluring paired with the striking moles all over his cheek and neck, making you wanna kiss him all over. "Mhmm," you hardly mumble, too focused on taking all of him in.

He reaches up to touch your cheek, fingers brushing against your skin like feather, soft but making you flustered nonetheless, the faint scent of his woodsy perfume invading your senses. "Come on, use your words, honey," he coaxes, fingers leaving goosebumps in its wake as you can feel him all over.

"Y-yeah," you faintly mumble, not so confident in your voice when he looks at you all hungrily.

His mouth slightly curves into a bigger grin, leaning in as he whispers "Atta girl," almost making you whimper at his low tone.

You lean closer, urging his mouth to yours. He groans when you sweep your thumb over his jaw, knees giving out at the sound. Soft candy lips brush against yours, so agonizingly slow that the heat unfurls all over your body.

He takes your slight shock as a moment to slide his tongue inside, a sigh of relief escaping your velvety lips. He tastes like beer, and something sweet, kissing you with so much heat that you can't help the way you melt into him, his touch burning everywhere it makes contact with.

He brings you closer, as if that's even possible, bodies pressed against each other, your breasts flush against his hard chest, and you can almost feel his heart hammering inside, rhythm matching yours.

His cherry-pout mouth suckles at your bottom lip, slight stubble brushes against your chin, and fuck, you want him, so much so that you let out a low whine.

You want to continue. Desire runs through your body like wildfire, burning him with you, but once you hear the honks of the busy street, the realization of where the fuck the two of you are hits you, and only then you break the kiss.

Standing outside of a bar, kissing like two horny idiots, a pretty giggle escapes your lips when you meet his dreamy gaze again, his hues resembling mostly black now, both sets of pupils blown wide. Passion radiates from both of you.

"Was that enough to prove to you that I really, really, really like you, sweetheart?" He asks with a pretty grin, lips all puffy and smudged with your gloss, earning more hearty giggles and a nod from you.

"Or do you need to kiss me in front of her? Get all territorial?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, brows raised all teasingly, that smirk returning like it ever left, making you huff.

You elbow him playfully before you fist his shirt, bringing him in much more close proximity, again. "Shut up and kiss me again, Harrington."

[aeneaans]

second chances

synopsis: after 3 years, diluc finally returns to mondstadt.

word count: 608

c/w: angst sorta… hurt/comfort

a/n: yet another repost from ao3 because i do not have the time to write anything these days… didnt expect my last post to get so many notes THANK YOU!!!! thank u for reading :3 (ps might open reqs soon. idk im working on a lot of stuff for tumblr)

It was dead silent. In a small alley in Mondstadt stood you and Diluc, standing parallel to each other as your face burned, tears sliding down your cheeks. No words have been exchanged ever since tears started welling up in your eyes. The lack of words was awkward and almost deafening, yet it didn’t matter to you. You were furious and you hadn’t even a clue as to why. The man that stood in front of you was clearly frustrated as well, but his frustration didn’t seem to be directed towards you. Rather, it was a frustration directed towards himself. Why? Why couldn't he say anything?

Biting your lips, you start, “Seriously, what…what is wrong with you?” Your voice is trembling, almost as if your words are struggling to escape. Whenever you got angry, you could never put your thoughts into words. Your only reaction to anger was to cry. To cry, and to never stop crying until you had sorted out these thoughts. Knowing you for so long, Diluc has taken note of this peculiar habit of yours. Even if he could say anything about the current situation, he would know best to not do so.

Words were practically stuck in your throat. You didn’t want to say anything to hurt him, yet you can’t help but be upset with him. That’s only natural, right? You inhale. “You leave Mondstadt for so long and—and you come back just to not be able to say anything.” Your voice is breaking in between each word. “Say something!” Your voice was hoarse, despite not having said much at all. Your attempt at a shout was more of a meek yelp. Diluc didn’t say anything, nothing at all. He just…stood there. You wipe your eyes quickly, your breath hitched, and attempt to regain your composure.

After a few minutes of absolutely nothing, you manage to regain your composure. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You knew that leaving Mondstadt wasn’t something he wanted to do. So why couldn't you forgive him?

“I hate that you left us. I hate that you left me. But I hate myself for wanting to hate you, too.” Diluc looks up at you, surprised. “I know you didn’t have a choice to leave. I couldn’t even imagine what you went through when Crepus died.” You sigh. Crepus was more of a dad to you than your actual parents were. You know how much worse Diluc had it. “So why do I feel this way?” Diluc clenched his fists. What is he going to say? Was he even going to say anything at all? You shut your eyes.

Finally, Diluc opens his mouth to say something. “I’m sorry.”

You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “…Huh?”

“You have every right to hate me.”

With this, your eyes started pouring again. Though, the tears felt much lighter this time. What is he talking about? You let out a small laugh at the stupidity of this situation. How is it that both of you feel sorry? You step closer to him, ignoring his apology. “Do you understand how much I missed you?” You look him in the eyes for the first time in three years. Three years. “I can’t bring myself to hate you, even after this. There wasn’t a day that went by where I haven’t thought of you.” You grit your teeth, clenching your fist slightly before relaxing your body. With that one statement, Diluc’s eyes widened. It’s a rare sight, really. “Promise me you wont leave me ever again. Please.”

Diluc pulls you to his chest and gives you a tight embrace. “I promise.”

[cumulo-stratus]

02- Lover

pairing- Spencer Reid x Male!reader summary- slow burn story of how spencer reid fell in love with Y/n L/n warnings- profanities, some arguing, lemme know if theres anything else! wc- 2k a/n-big big thank you to @avis-writeshq for proof reading this!! And guys I know 2k isn't a lot but it's a lot for me and im rly proud of my self 😚

part 1//part 2

While the interactions y/n and Spencer had started sharing on the train had plagued both men's minds, it had been for very different reasons. If you asked Spencer, he'd be inclined to use words such as enchanting, or describe it as a delightful rush when he thought about it. But if you asked y/n, he might be more likely to use words like conflicting, frustrating, yet electric. Like the rush of doing something bad, while in motion you're given a short, small burst of adrenaline, but once done an equal rush of guilt follows.

 This guilt was egged on by Gina- y/n’s girlfriend. If you asked any of his friends they would say that she’s not good for him. She was about as emotionally mature as a highschooler, to put it lightly. Almost immediately after the couple left their honeymoon phase, Gina became jealous and overbearing. She would yell at him for not texting her back immediately, or accuse him of cheating at least once a week. And many other incidents of the sort. Y/n knew it was toxic and had been telling his friends he would break up with her soon- but somehow never got around to doing it.

Lately their arguments had revolved around the topic of one man- Spencer. Gina felt y/n was spending too much time with him, 'I'm your girlfriend- not him!’, about summed up the argument they’d engaged in the night previously. 

“Well how would you feel if i was hanging out with some guy from the gym all the time, and flirting with him, and sexting him all the time like a whore- wouldn't you feel the same?!”

Gina was absolutely incensed when she found out that her boyfriend traded numbers with the genius, and texted each other regularly. In her mind they were basically having sex, and y/n was basically creating on her.

“Oh don't you dare turn this around on me! we only hang out on the train, it's not like we’re getting dinner together or something! god you need to get a grip…”

The last part was mumbled but Gina still heard it- and was even more incensed by it. And although y/n knew the way he was handling it was a bit childish, but he didnt care- he just so mad in the moment. He was enraged at Gina for not trusting him enough.

“What the fuck y/n?!! You’re such a liar!!”

And so they went on in circles like this for at least an hour. Gina would make an argument consisting of primarily lies and assumptions, and y/n would try to convince her otherwise- fruitlessly of course. Round and round they went, and needless to say y/n slept on the couch that night. And the next morning Spencer noticed y/n massaging his neck every couple of minutes- despite y/n’s attempts to be discreet about the pains in his neck. He didn't want to make a big deal about it, as he had slept on the couch many times before anyways after fights with his girlfriend. 

— 

“You seem chipper-”

Derek observed with a teasing smile when Spencer pushed through the large doors of the BAU, the comment doing nothing to deter the unusually large smile plastered on his face. Said smile grew even slightly more when he felt the vibration of a text against the fabric in the pocket of his pants, knowing it was a text from y/n. He didn't text anyone else much anyways for it not to be him. If anything y/n had taught him how to text. Of course Spencer knew how to type and send a text to someone, but didn't do it unless he had to- he’d rather call them or talk to them in person. That was of course until y/n offered him his number and spencer had to then awkwardly explain that he didn't really text all too much. When he found this out, y/n had taken it upon himself to teach Spencer how to text with him. He called it their texting for dummies lessons. They spent almost a week's worth of commutes doing said lessons.  

“Oh I just had a nice morning that's all.”

Spencer was quick to shrug off the comment, knowing the endless teasing that would ensue if Derek knew the real reason for his extra large smile that morning. 

“or do you mean a nice night? who was it- the librarian, or no no the only other person in the theater watching a 3 hour long sci-fi!”

Derek spoke with a wiggle to his eyebrow and teasing lilt to his voice. Luckily Derek got Spencer's back when Penelope poked her head out the round table room and held up the casefile, announcing a new case. 

“Heads up crime fighters! we got another one!”

Her words caught the attention of the Profilers scattered about the bullpen and drew them towards the briefing room. Spencer rushed to finish pouring the 6th sugar packet into his coffee mug and texted Y/n to let him know he had a case, before shoving his phone into his pocket and half jogging to his seat around the table. 

Y/n knew about Spencer's job, mostly because the first time Spencer wasn’t on the train for a couple days while on a case, y/n freaked. When he got on the train again a couple days later as if nothing had happened- y/n demanded an explanation. And now Spencer texted him whenever he got called on a case- even though he knew y/n wouldn't worry and just assume he was on a case- it was an excuse for them to text more. And Spencer would take any opportunity possible to talk to him.

Later, as the team boarded the jet spencer overheard JJ and Emily practically gossiping about what had happened that morning with derek. spencer just sighed, pulling a worn book from the messenger bag at his hip, and flipping to the doggy eared page. Although he was still slightly distracted by JJ and Emily not so subtly talking about him. 

“you think he’s found someone?”

emily’s giggle reminded spencer of that of a school girl gossiping. Emily leaned towards JJ, eager to hear what she had been told penelope- the ever terrible secret keeper. Not that his recent mood shifts were much of a secret anyways. 

“i mean do you see how much more hes been texting? INstead reading during his lunch break he texts. What- or who could be so intriguing that Spencer Reid chooses it over a book? a crush! thats who.”

JJ and Emily seemed convinced at Emily's argument for Spencer's recent change in behavior. This overheard conversation sparked thoughts about y/n in spencers mind. And spencer agreed silently with emily that y/n was worth not making progress on a book he was reading. As in his opinion talking with y/n was the most entertaining thing he could do.

—

When Spencer returned home from the case in Kentucky, needless to say he was absolutely exhausted. But despite every signal his body was giving him- he decided to stay awake in order to finish the book y/n had recommended to him. That way the two could discuss the novel on their daily commute.

The moment y/n stepped onto the train the next morning, Spencer could tell something was off- and it didnt take a profiler to see something was wrong his hands fidgeted at his sides more than normal, his eyes had large bags under them, and his entire demeanor sagged like the bag on his back was filled with large stones. When y/n crossed the subway car and took his normal seat, Spencer had decided to refrain himself from asking what was wrong- as he didn't want to intrude. Spencer had always been a little awkward- and he knew from experience that asking could make it worse. So he left it alone for now and tried to make conversation about the novel he’d finished the night before. And y/n had actually perked up a bit when they got into an excited debate over two charachters- until his phone buzzed in his pocket again. At first Spencer didn't notice it, and continued rambling about his analysis of the aforementioned book, and the aforementioned characters they had been debating over - Spencer didn't notice until he heard an exasperated sigh leave y/n’s lips. He froze mid sentence, thinking he’d said something wrong- or that he’d rambled too much (as he often did) but then he noticed y/n's gaze was locked onto his phone- which was opened to text messages.

💕GF💕

-lemme guess your still talking to that ‘dr. reid’ AFTER we talked about it last night

-you need to stop hanging out with him- im better for you 

Spencer didn't mean to read it, But he still did- and it hurt. His brows creased and he looked at y/n with a pained look. A lump formed in y/n's throat when he looked over and realized Spencer had read the text from gina- and the text he had already typed out to respond with. it read ‘ you know you shouldn’t make assumptions like that- we barely even talk after the argument we had about it last week.

“You know, you should’ve told me if your girlfriend didn't want us hanging out- i dont wanna ruin your relationship..”

Spencer's voice was a bit strained and you could hear the hurt in it. y/n rushed to apologize but Spencer didn't want to hear it. 

“spencer i'm sorry- its just- just gina gets a little insecure sometimes and we argued about it last night- She just gets jealous a lot-”

Y/n's rambled half apology, half explanation did nothing to ward off the hurt Spencer was experiencing, or to slow down his thoughts, which were jumping to conclusions faster than Spencer could read. And before he spoke he had to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat and blink away the burning of tears behind his eyelids, threatening to spill.

“So gina never wanted us to hang out?! you should’ve told me y/n- i'm not gonna intrude on your relationship.”

While the pair argued, y/n could hear the previous night's argument with his girlfriend ringing the back of his mind. Gina yelling about him being a pathological cheater, and her having to put up with it. Gina often played the victim in any and all situations where she was at fault. Because deflecting was often much easier than dealing with her own issues. 

Despite the fact that the pair was in a heated argument, the pair spoke in hushed tones as to not attract more attention than the already prying eyes of the quite crowded train car. Y/n was shocked- he could believe Spencer would say something like that- and in the heat of the moment he didn’t notice the tears lining Spencer's waterline- or in fact the tears that lined his own. After a moments silence, the train conveniently halted to a stop at spencers station- and wasted no time in hastily pulling his messenger bag that only a little while ago had been used to save a seat for y/n, over his shoulders with a huff and all but stomped out of the train car. And as the doors to the train car closed shut with a satisfy shhhk behind him, Spencer pulled the corner of his unbuttoned cardigan up to his face and wiped his slightly red eyes of their tears, feeling trickles of guilt now snaking their way into the pit of his stomach for what he said to the man he held so dear.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[aonungyoufuck]

My love of a thousands { Part 2}

DNI/BYF

Part: One

synopsis: Rotxo isnt kind when he is hurt and he regrets it almost instantly.

Ao’nung was now more confused than ever. First he does his best to respect Rotxo’s wishes in not teasing you. And actually gathered a good friendship with you and your siblings. And now hes acting as if he had betrayed him? 

He was a lot of things. But more importantly he was hurt. He was more than a friend at this point. Had been with him since they were kids. Both brothers by the soul. 

“So?”

Ao’nung turned to look at you. His gaze was angry and hurt. 

“So what? I don't want to talk with anyone right now”

 You watched him go. You were confused. Just a couple minutes ago Rotxo pushed past you. Hissed at you even and now Ao’nung left without so much as explaining anything. 

It made you worry more for them. 

You figured you could talk to either of them after they cooled down. So you started heading to do your own thing. 

But hearing a frustrated cry, making you stop dead in your tracks. Following the sound you found Rotxo by one of the hot springs. 

He looked so defeated. Alone in the pool. Alone in the woods. And it really made your heart break a little. 

“Stupid Ao’nung. Stupid feelings” he spoke. Unaware of you walking up to him. 

“Rotxo?” 

Turning to look at you. Taking him by surprise he fell into the water. “Y/n!”

“Mind telling me what is wrong?” you asked cautiously. Feeling his chest rise and fall as he stared at you. 

“Nothing is wrong. Why don’t you go talk to Ao’nung?” He spoke rolling his eyes as he picked himself up and put on his loincloth. 

“Ao’nung? What does he have to do with anything? Did you two fight?”

“What? He send you after me? To fix it?”

“What are you on about? I’m just worried for you”

“Why?” He yelled now circling you staring deep into your core. “Why Do you care about me?”

“Because i like you Dumbass” 

Now it was dead silent. You two are staring at each other. One of pure shock and one of Disbelief. 

You couldn’t believe you just said it so openly too. You had never meant to tell him this way. 

“Don’t toy with me. I heard you”

“What are you on about Rotxo?” 

“I heard him. I heard the two of you.” 

“What did you hear!” 

“ I heard how Ao’nung told you how he thinks you are Attractive” 

You raised your brow. Confused as you watched him stalk towards you. Eyes boring into you as you could only shrink into yourself .

“Why do you care when your probably off doing who knows what with him”

“Excuse you?” You retorted back. Now standing straight as you glared up at him. Inches apart as you glared daggers. “ How dare you think that of me?” 

“I think a lot of you. But now i dont know what to think. Maybe just a side piece for The Olo’eyktan’s son.”  He didn't mean it. He wanted to swallow those words as soon as he said it. Seeing your cold expression turn sour and hurt. It made him regret everything that’s lead him to this moment. 

“You are pathetic as you are foolish. I like you. I like you too much to voice it into words now. I only asked Ao’nung if he found myself attractive because i thought you thought me displeasing you fool” You cry pushing past him as you stormed to the sea. The cooling water is surely to be welcomed. 

Rotxo watched you go. And it was a burning pain that snapped him out of his haze. 

Even if you had wished to be with his best friend he should have been happy. And he’s ruined it.

He’s ever more so upset that he’s pushed you away.  

And the days seem to bleed together. Was all that he could manage to think. Long were the days that he hung out with anyone. He hadn’t really left his Family marui since then. Tending to his younger sisters and doing whatever his mother or father asked of him. 

His mother noticed. The once happy boy now has tired eyes, his smile didnt reach the light that it once had. It worried her how her happy boy was growing so… dead. 

“Itan Tell me what’s the matter?” Rotxo looked up at his father. 

Now he saw how his two little sisters and mother looked at him. Then looked at his father. “I done something terrible” 

“Well my boy you surely didn’t kill anyone. Surely its not that bad-”

“I implied the person i like to throw themselves at whatever men look at them” 

Now that silence was something he expected. He also expected the clash of the clay plate his mother dropped. 

“You did What?” 

He expected the Yelling and the harsh grab at his Queue where his dad’s large hands held. 

He really screwed up, he knew that. He knew when he saw their pained expression. He knew even if he got scolded or got added to his chores. There would never be enough words or actions to take back that pained look in your eyes.

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[mr-dwight-dwicky]

[ Previously ]

@tennofficial

Dwight yells as he watches his metal arm be torn apart before his eyes. He screams, the integrated nerves feeling just as painful as when he first lost the arm in the first place. Maybe more. Its like its being burned off little by little.

He makes one last run for Vargas. He doesn't know what he means to do but he also doesnt care. He has to get Johnny back. He cant let Vargas take him!

However, finds himself running into a wall of Egan's nursery. "No," he hisses under his breath. "No, no, no!" He pounds the wall with his fist, leaving a large dent. The vibrations cause the closet door to pop open, and Dwight sees a very familiar blue foot.

"Leera," he breathes, falling to his knees, scrambling over to his partner. She's tied up with some strange material, but it's enough to keep her secure. There's a gag around her mouth, as well. "Hold on, Firefly, I'll get you out I..." He remembers that he is currently missing an arm, but he manages to take the gag away.

"Im so sorry, dearheart," she sobs, her green eye already wet with tears. "The rope it...it's made of something I...I couldnt use my flames. I didnt even see him Im so sorry."

Dwight pulls Leera to him with his remaining arm, shushing her sweetly. "Its not your fault, Firefly, its not your fault." His own voice is getting choked and his eyes burn.

He almost forgot what it felt like to truly lose...

"I got here as soon as i could I couldn't..." Addie rushes into the room, cutting off as she looks around. There's baby Egan with a baby dragon on the bed of the master bedroom, an Irken with pink eyes that Addie cant remember meeting, and there's pieces of metal scatter all over the floor. She looks over at Dwight and Leera. "Where's Uncle Johnny?"

Dwight feels everything at once. Frustration. Rage. Despair. Another person he couldnt save. Another something dear stolen from him. Another moment where he was left alone and no help came. His eyes are like blizzards, cold and deadly as he turns them on Tenn.

"You. Finish untying her," he orders Tenn, indicating Leera. "You try anything else and i will not hesitate to rip your head from your body one handed."

With one hand its hard to get up but he manages, making his way over to Adalet.

"Where. Were. You?" He demands.

"What happened to your arm?" She asks, trying to ignore his tone. "Where's Uncle Johnny?"

"You can thank Vargas for both of those things," Dwight replies, his voice like ice. "You know most people when they get a distress signal they move their ass to get to the trouble."

Addie doesnt like that tone. Something about it is making her stomach twist horribly. "I didn't...I didnt know thats what it was. It was just flashing-"

"What the hell else would it be, Adalet?!" Dwight snaps. "Did you even try to contact me? That's the first thing a supposed genius would do!"

Its hard to breathe. Is Dwight looming over her or is that her imagination? Her ears are ringing. "Dwight...I think you're scaring me." Her voice is too soft for her liking.

"Oh, am I? Am I scaring you, Adalet?" He mocks. He can barely hear Leera pleading something behind him. "Perhaps that could have been avoided if you had FUCKING BEEN HERE WHEN I CALLED FOR YOUR HELP TO STOP VARGAS FROM TAKING JOHNNY!"

There's a high pitched scream that breaks through everything, and an explosion like Dwight has never seen. The room is bathed in deep blue light, produced by the flames now shooting out of Adalet. Dwight's first instinct is to grab Egan, who makes a coo of curiosity. Another burst of navy flame sends Dwight backwards to avoid it, making him land on his backside.

Addie falls to the floor, hands almost squeezing her head and knees curling into her chest. Its like her fear is suddenly a raging animal and it has her pinned. She can't move. She cant speak. The only coming out of her mouth is loud broken sobs.

[shi-kiori]

Note 11: Outbursts

Today, i've realized that neglect is a powerful friend yet enemy.

I feel like growing up, i had to get used to the fact that a lot of people surrounding me were emotionally unavailable or constipated in sharing affection and in expressing feelings. someone always had to do a grand outburst and suddenly it would be like that never happened. now that im older, im realizing that its those things that chain u in the neck as u mature.

my brother broke down today because of a break up in a serious relationship. it kind of rattled everyone at home. i couldnt even process what just happened only that i felt like i had to be there for him. but its the aftermath that i couldnt comprehend beyond me. i called my parents shortly after that to share and it didnt even feel like anything new at the fact that they were so quick to dismiss it and move on; that we couldn't do anything about it. and while it does hold truth to it, its that sweet, deceiving taste of neglect that lingers in my mouth as im typing this. im at a loss, i dont know how to make of what im feeling inside.

im angry, but i understand. im disappointed yet i understand. i feel like i want to help though i understand why i shouldnt.

i wanted to get so angry at my mom then and there because this is the exact reason why people like my brother break down so grandly. people at home dont know how to express feelings that are too intense, too sad, too angry. everyones so quick to dismiss and say its not a big deal. and this is the type of home ive grown up to. we can lie to each other and say that we are emotionally in-tune with each other but the simple truth is that we arent.

im....i want to say im frustrated but i cant even bring myself to be because its just happened so many times that it feels better to emotionally numb myself to people like my parents. theyre never gonna change the way they are and im not asking them to anyways. its just a weird pill to swallow when it happens to people like my brother who cries the way like the day he was born. it feels like all the air is punched out of ur lungs and u feel like ur on fire but the slow burning kind. i can vouch that its not any better.

all this childhood trauma just makes u laugh because of how cliche it is. emotionally distant parents, all the siblings struggling to empathize with one another and lastly, there being no space to talk about things, to unpack.

its probably the worst feeling in the world to lose control of the situation and thats how i felt earlier today. you almost want to just pinch a part of ur skin if its that whats gonna make u feel like ur holding on to something.

anyways, point in blank is that id have to admit that i was afraid for the first time, ever. i realized that he only felt that way and reacted that way was because nobody at home made him feel like it was ever okay to let it out in front of others. my parents say they do but from what ive seen all theyve ever done for my brother in times like that was make him feel like his relationship problems are nothing major. and while there is truth to that, ive learned that it does sound invalidating. and nobody ever wants to feel that way.

the eldest daughter saga continues for me, once again im forced to numb myself in the ice that is my family's emotions.

--end--

[prettyboykatsuki]

i have a huge inferiority complex around school because i went to an insane hs and ive been pretty much running on unmedicated adhd for as long as ive been alive

ive had a shit ton of trial and error about school. i understand my own limits really intimately about it and ive been careful to maintain what i can. im very privileged to do it at the pace i can.

this semester however has been a legitmate disaster from the beginning. even putting a bunch of effort and burning myself out ive basically tanked and its been really rough rip. i feel like a disappointment to myself mostly and its really frustrating. i was getting really depressed about it even though its happened to me a lot. im very conscious of failure ive fucked up A Lot. almost dropped out of hs

it was hard though because i DID try. like extremely hard 🥲 but it didnt work out. I SAY ALL THAT TO SAY

im really incredibly thankful to all of you. reading your messages commiserating about the difficulty of school really saved me from having a full break down. it was comforting seeing mutuals i see as successful and smart go through similar things to me. im incredibly and sincerely grateful for all of you. i know the length of what i can do for all of you as one person is very limited but im extremely thankful that i have made this place and there are so many of you here despite my varied shortcomings. whatever reason there is you are here, thank you. none of it is insignificant and it means a lot to me.

this blog is beyond important to me. it has impacted me more than years of fandom prior. i do my best to avoid being excessively parasocial but today i am genuinely and truly grateful for all of you. thank you for being here and offering a hand to me when you are not obligated and being interested in anything i have to say. i know you are a stranger but i love you and im unimaginably grateful even when im piss poor expressing it.

guys thank you so much for being here. genuinely

[zeltqz]

HARD TO GET [5]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

word count: 5.1K

notes: OKAY I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT I COULDNT HELP MYSELFNFSASJFJASKFASFUIH. a little treat cuz i didnt update yesterday

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"You told me he wasn't going to be here."

The disappointment in your voice was clear as you stared at the wall where Hanma Shuji and Haitani Ran were currently standing by.

"I never said that," Kaash shrugs looking down at her phone, typing one last message to Tony saying that the two of you won't be coming into work today because of school reasons.

After the party last week, Kaash had been texting Hanma almost everyday. You were worried for her because you were aware of his um, reputation around school. Kaash is aware too yet she's just so blinded that she doesn't care if he breaks her heart, she just has to sleep with him once so she can cross that off her bucket list.

Hanma then arranged for the two of them to hang out today in the arcade and Kaash begged and bribed you to join because she would be too nervous around him alone without the influence of alcohol on her side. The only reason she had that must confidence last week to talk and even convince him to dance was because she was drunk but sober enough to remember the night the next morning.

You then remember the exact conversation you had with Kaash yesterday, that got you into this situation in the first place.

"Accompany you where exactly?" You ask, placing the phone on the countertop on speaker as you put your leftovers in the airfryer.

"Who's that?" Emi asks, flickering through the TV channels and tell her it's Kaash. Emi isn't close to Kaash, she only knows that you both work under Tony.

"Okay so," you hear shifting come from her end of the line, "Shuji asked me out, yesterday but I'm nervous obviously because the only time I ever spoke to him was when I was a little tipsy."'

"I didn't really see that much 'talking' last night," you say as you remembered the vivid image of the two of them on the dance floor. 

Kaash flushes red at your sentence and defends herself, "Talking, dancing, same shit! The matter of fact is that he invited me to hang out with him and I need backup otherwise I might pass out and if I do I need you to give me CPR or some shit."

"Are you sure you don't want Hanma to give you CPR?" You chuckle and you hear her make a noise, like she was thinking. 

"As much as I’d want to, I feel like he doesn’t know how to perform CPR. I need someone smart, beautiful and pretty like you!"

You roll your eyes, "flattery doesn't work on me." 

Kaash then makes an exaggerated noise of frustration. "I'm begging you, if there's ever an opportunity that you need me to cover your shift to get laid or —"

"I doubt that will ever happen." You cut her off.

"—something, I will happily cover you." Kaash finishes her tangent with a smile on her face. "Also, you never know what might happen, just telling you that if you do this for me, I will cover you whenever you need assistance."

"Well, I don't plan on getting laid anytime soon, so I'll decline, thanks for the strange offer though."

"Future you will regret this moment if it ever arises, just take the offer."

"Okay, fuck, fine. I'll join you." You say frustrated, looking at how long the call had been going on. Kaash had been trying to convince you for a good 12 minutes and 23 seconds. 24 now.

"YAY! I gotta get my beauty sleep for tommorow, love you mwah."

"To be frank," Kaash says, "I never said if Ran was going to be here or not."

"But you knew, and never told me."

"I didn't know you were avoiding him, well certainly not after the two of you were—"

"Never," you cut her off, "never in your life bring that up again. It was a mistake, wasn't supposed to happen, so just forget about it." It feels like a blur honestly, thought you didn't even have anything to drink, you were 100% sober. It was as if Ran's presence and touch was making you feel tipsy.

That night, you went home craving Ran's touch weirdly enough. The kiss you shared with Hotaro was nice and all, but it didn't compare to him. And that is what made you so mad. You hated that your only source of pleasure was from him, the thought was scary, being addicted to someone like him.

Ran had a feeling you were avoiding/ ignoring him and his theories came true the moment he saw you purposefully avoiding eye contact with him as you stood next to Kaash.

The moment they both dipped and left you and Ran alone, the tension in the air was so thick that it even made Ran awkward.

And he’s never awkward.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” Ran laughs breathlessly when he sees you crack a little smile. It’s working.

“I’m not excited, just surprised,” you place both hands behind your back as you play with your fingers, nervous. Ran reads your body language and needs to find something to do to make everything less awkward.

“Come, let’s go find a game.” Ran holds his hand out for you to grab it. You wonder why he always has to grab your hand whenever he’s about to walk. But you don’t argue against it, you like the feeling of his soft hands engulfing your own.

You take it and he gently squeezes your hand as he leads to over to a random area of the arcade. All the bright lights flashing from the designs from the games are hurting your eyes. “What’s your favourite game?”

“Anything easy,” you mutter under your breath as you look around the flashy arcade. Ran bends down to your level to hear you better, “speak up doll.”

“I said anything easy,” you turn to face him and instead come face to face with him. You didn’t even realise he was this close to you. Why is he so attractive, your heart is racing even more when you actually take a moment to admire his facial features. His eyes are purple? And he has small freckles, very faint. Ones that you can only see up close. Your facial features soften the more you stare and Ran moves his face back a bit, “you’re staring.”

You shake your head, “sorry, just realised you have freckles. They’re… nice.” Ran smiles when he sees you turn your head to look anywhere but his eyes. You’re so nervous around him, it’s adorable. “I bet I could beat your ass in every game.” 

“As long as you’re paying,” you add, “are you good at that one?” Ran turns his head to look at the game you’re referring to. “I’m alright,” he shrugs and you look around for another game.

“Are you just looking for games I suck at so you can win?”

“No..” you answer a bit too quickly, “okay fine, yes.”

“I can just let you win,” he says, “I’m a gentlema—”

“HA!” You instantly slap your hand over your mouth to suppress your laugh, “that was rude, I’m sorry.”

“You’re saying I can’t be a gentleman?”

“I have yet to see you act like one,” you look him and up and down before you head over to a random game. Well, just before you try and walk over, he grabs your hand, “If I take you out, will you let me show you?”

“Nope, I have school. Don’t have time for dates.” 

“You’re in an arcade, on a Tuesday afternoon. I don’t believe you.” 

You sigh, “okay, let me rephrase this. I don’t have time for you, but I have time for my friends.” You fake smile at him.

You’re about to walk off again till he tugs at your arm, bringing you back to your original spot, “Why are you so cold to me? I thought we were getting along, especially last week—”

“Don’t bring that up. It was a mistake.” 

“Mistake?” His brows raise in surprise cause he wasn’t expecting that answer. Why were you so difficult? It’s not like he’s trying to use you, if anything, you’re probably— no you are actually the only girl he’s interested in pursuing for something more than just sex. He doesn’t know what it is, he just knows that from the limited time he’s spent with you (cause you disappear and reappear in his life every few days) that you make his body react in such ways. 

First the blushing. Since fucking when was the last time Ran blushed? When he had a crush at 14 and she looked in his direction. Second, the constant need to look in your direction at all times. Maybe it’s a coincidence, but his body just naturally is looking for you, like you’re a magnet and he’s your compass.

Ran is genuinely trying to make an effort with you, but it’s evident that you don’t trust him. He can’t even blame you either. But as stated before, he loves a challenge.

“Yeah, it was a mistake. I’m not like that and I don’t do things like that, so just forget it ever happened.” Your voice brings him back to reality and the conversation you were having. 

“Like that, you mean… dancing? What, so book nerds don’t dance?”

You gasp, “Book nerd? Is that what you think of me?” 

“Don’t be offended, book nerds are sexy. Especially with glasses on, you have any?” 

“I don’t own glasses, sorry to disappoint you,”

Ran visibly pouts, “you still look sexy without em anyways.”

“Flattery doesn’t work on me.” It really doesn’t. You’re just immune to compliments? You don’t know what the issue is. 

“We’ll see,” Ran’s hand snakes down your back, resting on your lower back possessively. You so desperately want to rip his hand off of you, but you can’t. Like you’re frozen, because his touch just feels….. comforting. 

“If you win this game, I’ll buy you dinner.” 

“Alright,” you step up to the console and insert the coins needed. Today was the day that you found out that you were terrible at video games. You lost 6-1 and Ran wouldn’t shut up about how bad you sucked. You told him to shut up and he makes a deal with you. “If I win this match, I get to take you out.”

“That’s so unfair, you know you’re gonna win,” you argue and he shrugs, “That’s the point doll,” he cups your cheek. Just as you’re about to respond, someone crashes into your back.

“LET’S GO! I got everything I needed,” Kaash says and Ran rolls his eyes seeing the way her shirt is unbuttoned and her clothes are misplaced, completely in contrast to how neat they were when she first arrived.

“We can just go back to my place,” Hanma says and Ran doesn’t fail to notice that his hair is messy too. 

“You two are fuckin’ nasty.” Ran scoffs and Hanma just wipes his lip with his thumb, “it was her idea.” Kaash slightly hits Hanma’s arm as he just outed her. Meanwhile you’re just confused as to what they’re talking about.

“You’re so innocent,” Kaash cups both of your cheeks, “stay that way.” 

Not if I have something to do with it. Ran thinks, “Can we go now?”

***

“So you just magically had a bikini in your bag?” You ask as you see Kaash checking herself out in the mirror in the bathroom she dragged you inside. 

“Everybody knows that Shuji’s house has a pool, and I wanted toooo,” she winks as if you’re supposed to understand what she’s saying. She sees the look of confusion on your face and sighs at your innocence, “i want Hanma to 👉👌 me inside of that pool,”

“I’m not stupid, you can say you want to have sex with him without using gestures,” you cross your arms, “i’m not a baby.”

“You’re adorable,” she hugs you while sighing, “you’re like my little baby,”

You shove her off and tell her to go and fuck him already. Kaash laughs and checks herself out in the mirror again before heading outside. You honestly would go home right now, but you have no clue how to get home since Kaash was supposed to be your ride back, so now you’re stuck inside this fuckboy dome until your friend finishes getting laid.

This isn’t how you expected to spend your Tuesday evening. You make a mental note to never ever do Kaash a favour whenever she asks for one. You’re sat on Hanma’s couch, awkwardly while Ran is in the kitchen making some food. “Do you know how to swim?” He asks out of the blue when he hears the splash of the pool outside along with Kaash giggling.

You shake your head, “Well, yes and no. If splashing around counts as swimming then I’m a professional,”

“Gonna be totally honest,” Ran turns to face you, “I just wanna see you in a bikini.”

Of course he does, he manages to ruins every single conversation whenever he opens that fuckin’ mouth.

You groan, “I’m just gonna ignore the fact you said that, and I appreciate your honesty,  but unfortunately for you I don’t have a bikini right now.”

You hear some shuffling come from the kitchen, then a bikini is thrown at your  face. “Put it on and give me a show.”

“This is used,” you fight the urge to gag and throw it on the floor. Ran comes and sits next to you on the couch. “You’re really not gonna give me a show?”

You shake your head, “you have other girls to do that for you right?”

“But I want you,” he reaches down and presses a kiss to your neck, gradually making his way to your jawline. 

“I bet you say that to every girl,” you so badly want to push him off of you but instead you find yourself pressing him closer. This is so bad. 

“Jealous?” he mumbles on your skin, his voice vibrating on your skin making you moan softly. Every single sound that comes out of your mouth turns him on, including the movement of your lips when you cuss him out. 

“No,” you gasp when he attaches his lips to yours, immediately pressing himself against you. “You’re so soft,” he mumbles against your lips as he pushes you down on the couch and hovers over you. 

Your hands grip his hair tight when he rolls his hips against your lower body. “Ran, we should stop-” a whine pulls from his mouth hearing your words, “just a little bit longer,” his lips find themselves back on your neck. He thinks that is your favourite spot because whenever he presses his lips down with just a little pressure, your breathing gets faster.

Ran is fighting the urge to just throw your clothes off and fuck you so deep into this couch, he’s just waiting for your okay. He can’t control himself anymore, but he is willing to wait for you. Which is odd enough as it is. 

“Ran, stop,” you grip onto his hair tighter but he licks a stripe down from your jaw to the spot he thinks is your favourite spot. In fact he knows it is now, because the soft moan that just escaped your lips when he sucks hard . “It tickles, Ran,” you moan and start to squirm under him when he sucks down hard enough there is a visible mark.

Ran knows he’s found your special spot. He thinks he has a gift for pleasing women, if only he finds your g-spot first try, then that’ll confirm everything. You bite your lip when you feel his fingers trail down your leggings, rubbing your inner thigh. His lips find your own again and this time it’s slower than before. His tongue slips through your lips and you groan when his fingers enter your leggings, rubbing against your panties.

“Spread your legs for me princess,” you don’t except the pet name to work on you, but you find yourself responding to his commands, like a dog. Spreading your legs and you wince when you feel his finger rubbing against your folds through your panties. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhm,” you mumble when he rubs your wetness against your folds to lubricate it, squirming under him because you’ve never felt this sensation before. He’s just about to slip his finger inside your tight wet hole when he hears giggling coming from outside aswell as the sounds of water, as if they’re getting out of the pool.

He’s about to ignore the two outside and get back to pleasuring you, until you sit up abruptly and remove his hands from your leggings. “Kaash, hey!” your voice is shaky, Ran notices it and he cusses internally for getting his moment with you ruined again.

“I’m ready to go now,” Kaash grabs her bag and you’ve never hopped off of a couch faster, ready to sink into your soft bed sheets and forget that this moment ever happened with Ran.

Ran watches as the door shuts and just like that, he’s left alone with Hanma. “I saw everything,” Hanma speaks out suddenly, “can’t believe you managed to get that far with someone like her.”

“That far? That was basically nothing.” Ran sulks, but has to keep his patience. He doesn’t want to scare you by moving too fast. “This is the second hickey I gave her, now she’s just gonna avoid me for another 2 weeks,”

“Maybe your game just sucks. If it was me, I would’ve fucked her by now. Look at her best friend, fucked her twice in a day.”

Ran just hums, even though he’s not listening to a word Hanma is saying because the image of you under him is replaying in his mind  24/7 like a broken VHS tape. He needs to release, doesn’t care where or who, he’s been craving it for so long. Ran brings out his phone and texts the first number that comes up on his contacts.

“Why are you calling Selly?” Hanma asks, confused.

“Cause I need to fuck someone and she’s desperate as hell.” Hanma giggles hearing Ran’s words and giggles even louder when she responds on the first ring. 

“Hey Ran!” she says seductively through the phone, “do you need something?”

“You free right now?” 

“YES!” She answers just before Ran can even finish his sentence, “mine or yours?”

“Mine, I’ll be there in a bit, Rindou will let you in.”

“Okay, see you soon.” Ran hangs up, “alright gotta go,”

***

It’s 11PM and you still can’t sleep. You’ve been feeling twitchy ever since the couch incident. Great, another incident revolving Ran that you want to erase from your memory. That feeling you felt when his fingers did their job in your pants—

“Hey Emi,” you call out from your room.

“Yeah?”

“Come please,” 

Emi leans against your door, “What’s up.”

“Have you, um,” this was so embarrassing to ask, “ ever masterbated?”

Emi’s eyes light up for a second, the next thing you know she’s sat on your bed, “Did you—”

“NO! I didn’t do that,” you technically weren’t lying, “someone else did it to me, for like 3 seconds and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Was it Ran?”

….

“Why would it be him? Ew, gross,” you look down at your bed as you speak. “Cause your friends told me about the lapdance you gave him at a party.”

“Lapda—,” you scoff, “I would never, but he did give me this,” you move your shirt out of the way, revealing the mark and you swore if this was a cartoon, Emi’s eyes would be out of the window. 

“WHEN?!” Emi yelled and she pulled you closer, examining your neck, “this is fresh isn’t it?” Emi gasped as she connected the dots, “you saw him today didn’t you? AND HE FINGERED YOU?”

You nod in shame and expect a scolding from her , but instead she just squeals. “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU OH MY GOD, what else did you do?”

“We just kissed and he called me princess and then he was about to finger me I guess, till Kaash walked in.”

“Princess?” You swear you saw hearts in her eyes, “this is so hot, what else? Did he moan? Did he make any noises?”

“Um, no he didn’t.”

“Not yet you mean,” Emi shifts closer on your bed, like she’s about to give girl talk, “Listen, when you’re giving a handjob right, I know a little trick with the wrists and your thumb that will—”

“This is way too much info,” you cover your ears, “this wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh, my bad got off topic a bit. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to know if you ever masterbated and um, what did it feel like?” You were so desperate to know. The feeling that made your entire body tingle the moment his fingers made contact with your forbidden area. 

“It feels alright, depends on who’s doing it.” Emi shrugs and you nod, “okay thanks for the info, get out now,”

Emi giggles before leaving you to be in peace and quiet in your room. You stand up and lock the door, just to ensure she can’t come inside. You go under your covers and remove your pants, biting your lip before reaching inside your shorts. You find your clit and start rubbing it, a soft moan releasing from your lips and you start to go deeper, finding your hole. Taking a deep breath, you insert your finger inside and gasp. This feels so uncomfortable, hell no. You remove it and sit back up, bringing your phone out.

11:23PM You:

You fucking liar

This doesnt feel good at all

11:23PM Emi:

YOU’RE DOING IT ALREADY?!

You need to be aroused i guess

I KNOWW

CALL UP RAN ;)

11:24PM: You

I honestly would rather die

11:24PM Emi

Trust me if you want to feel good just call him

You bite your lip, swiping out of your messages with Emi and clicking on Ran’s. 

11:25PM You

Ran are you busy right now?

“Is everything okay Ran?” Selly asks, looking at his uninterested face as she rides him, “you look out of it.”

“Just shut up and keep going,” Ran sighs as she stops rolling her hips. “Does this not feel good?”

“It feels amazing, keep going,” Ran places his hand on her hips and she nods and starts to move again. Ran hears his phone vibrate and he instantly grabs it.

During sex, Ran is 10000000% all about pleasuring the girl he’s fucking, but recently he’s been out of it.

Normally Sally is a good fuck, but it just— sucks today. So he grabs his phone to find a way to cure his boredom, then stumbles on your message.

11:25PM You

Ran are you busy right now?

11:26PM Ran

No im not

Whats up

You take a good 10 minutes to respond and by that time, Ran already kicked Shelly —or was it Selly?— outside. Why would you be texting him so suddenly? Why would you ask that question?  

Can you hurry up and respond?

11:38PM You

I um need help doing something

11:38PM Ran

What do you need doll

Respond fasterrrrr

11:40PM You

Sorry im just nervous lol

11:40PM Ran

Dont be

Text me anything 

11:41PM You

So i tried to 

God this is so embarrassing

I tried to masterbate but it didnt work………

11:45PM You

Ran you there?

11:45PM Ran

Sorry just got distracted

11:46PM You

Oh, are you busy? 

Sorry to bother you i can text you later

11:47PM Ran

No wait im here

Just 

Are you doing it right now?

11:48PM You

No i gave up

I didnt feel anything

11:48PM Ran

Are you willing to retry?

I can help you

11:49PM You

I guess

Ok wait a second

11:51PM You

Ok im doing it

11:51PM Ran

What do you feel?

11:52PM You

Nothing again

11:53PM Ran

Can i call you?

11:53PM You

Sure

With a jolt, Ran’s phone vibrates and he jumps forward, nearly dropping his phone when he sees your name on his notifications. “Hello?” Ran answers as he clears his throat. 

This is so awkward…

“Hey,” your voice is quiet.

“Walk me through everything you were doing ok?” 

Your heart is racing, as you prepare to say such dirty words into your phone, “I, um, put my finger in and it hurt…”

“You just stuck it up there?” Ran laughs, “you’re so cute. Okay, start by rubbing your clit, wait do you know what that is-”

“Yes, I know what my fucking clit is Ran,” you laugh to ease the thick tension through the call. “Okay, let me touch it, one second,” you start to rub it gently and you start to breathe heavier.

The line is completely silent for a few seconds, “What position are you in?” 

“I’m just on my back right now,” you say as both of your fingers rub your clit, “oh wait– i feel it now,” 

You hear Ran’s sheets ruffle as he shifts around. “What are you doing now?” Ran’s voice is strained almost, but you don’t notice it because you’re in your own world.

“I’m just rubbing,” you struggle to speak, the sensation is getting to you.

“Stick them inside.” Ran’s voice is quiet almost yet you hear it loud and clear. You brace yourself before sticking a finger inside very slowly compared to the first time when you just jammed it in.

You don’t respond to that, instead just soft moans leaving your lips as you start to thrust your fingers inside in and out. Each thrust easier than the last, the wetness of your pussy is loud enough you are sure Ran can hear it from his end. “This is so embarrassing, “ you breathe out but the call is awfully silent.

You don’t even hear Ran’s voice, instead just some sheets rustling in the background. “Ran?” 

“Sorry, keep going, you’re doing great.” Ran’s breathing sounds funny, “move your fingers inside… till you find it.”

“What’s it?”

“You’ll know once you find it, trust me.” 

“Okay,” you sink your entire middle finger inside and move your finger around until you find whatever Ran was talking about. You bend your finger and then feel something, like you just hit a switch, making you moan into your pillow. You lose the spot as soon as you felt it, “Ran, I lost it, how do I find the spot again?” 

That’s when you hear it. Ran’s breathing is heavy, and fast and it makes your stomach tighten. “Ran are you—”

“Keep going,” he cuts you off and his voice is stern, like the command he gave you on the couch. “Okay,” you breathe out and start digging through to find that spot again. The thought that Ran Haitani is on the other end, masterbating to you masterbate. Everything is so overwhelming, yet it excites you.

That’s when you find it, “Ran– I found– fuck,” you throw your head back and set your phone down on speaker and use your spare hand to conceal your moans.  Ran hears your moans until they suddenly sound muffled, “are you holding back?” 

“No.” 

“What made you do this by the way?” Ran grins, hoping it’s because of him, who else would you be doing this with anyways?

“I just wanted to,” you say, pressing your fingers against the spot that you found. 

“You’re lying to me, aren’t you?” Ran continues to stroke himself as he hears your little moans. “Bet you were so worked up after earlier hm? Need to feel my fingers inside your needy cunt yeah? Tell me,”

“Yes, Ran fuck, keep going–” your voice is strain.

“Thinking of how wet and tight your pussy is right now, wanna stretch you so fuckin– shit,” you can now hear the low groans escaping his lips, mind travelling back to your conversation with Emi. She was fucking right, this is so hot. Everything is so hot. Ran is so hot. “You can’t stre— shit— stretch me out,”

Ran’s hand grips his cock tighter hearing your words, “Yeah? Don’t think I can fuck you into your mattress? Bet you’re so sensitive down there, one touch to your fuckin’ needy pussy and you’re cumming all over my fingers, hm?”

“N-not true— sshu, shut up.” Your voice strains as a moan bubbles out of you. Ran is quiet for a moment as his line is completely silent, almost as if he muted himself. “Ran? You there?”

“Check your phone [Y/N],” 

You reach down, grab your phone while still moving your fingers in and out and look down at the message on your screen. More like a photo on your screen. Ran’s cock stands thick and tall and your eyes widen at the size. Holy shit— that is supposed to enter you—. 

Do you send one back? Is it too risky?

Ran continues to pump his cock hearing the small choked moans escaping your lips, “keep making noises pretty, you’re gorgeous— fuck,” 

“Check your phone Ran,” you choke out and Ran almost stops breathing hearing your words. No way you—

He opens your messages, still pumping himself and drops his phone seeing the photo you just sent him. Your shirt is lifted up, revealing your perky nipples. Ran is practically drooling at the sight, like a starved dog who just received a glimpse of his first meal in months. 

Next time he sees you, he’s stuffing his face between your gorgeous breasts. “You’re the hottest person, I’ve ever seen,” Ran compliments you, gripping the base of his cock when he hears you orgasm, the prettiest noise he’s ever heard. His name leaves your mouth as you announce you’re cumming.

“Shit,” he pumps his cock faster and practically chokes when ropes shoot out against his fist and over his twitching chest. The line is silent, the only noises are panting as you both try and recover from your orgasms. “So, how was that?” Ran asks, his voice is still shaky as  he speaks. 

“Amazing,” you collapse on your bed yawning, “might skip school tomorrow, I’m so tired.”

“Yeah? You’re not gonna avoid me for weeks are you?”

“No,” you giggle, “I won’t,”

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow, g’night doll.” This is probably the softest you’ve ever heard his voice as he hangs up. You bite back a smile as you recall the entire call. I have to tell Emi. You think as you stand up, almost falling over as your feet are tangled in the sheets.

You open the doors to her room to see she’s fast asleep. Maybe tomorrow you think.

[spikesbimbo]

Paring: Makki x f!reader x Matsukawa

Tags: poly, bratty switch!makki, soft sub f!reader, dom brat!tamer issei, hurt/comfort, oral sex, makki being a meanie at first, soft dom!issei later on, squirting, daddy kink, snowballing, face sitting, spanking, voyerism, thigh fucking

Summary: makki takes it too far on a bad day, and issei makes him pay. ; )

wc: 1.7k

a/n: for my bby @selfishwitch, thank you for the header!

18+  minors dni

“I-issei, wait.” you tried your best to choke out as he already threw you over his shoulder, hauling you to the bedroom, makki smirking as he skipped behind.

Usually not caring about makki blaming you for little things, at the end of the day you were into anything they were. Not caring if you got spanked over and over again, or getting choked by issei as makki’s cock was down your throat for something as silly as him flipping your skirt in public while slapping your ass or pulling your top down and pinching your nipple, making you let out an embarrassingly lewd moan then saying you did it yourself.

But today you were so tired, work stressing you out to the point of tears. Just wanting to come home and be coddled on, to just eat whatever was in the fridge and cry yourself to sleep. Feeling him gently set you on the bed, heart swelling at the thought, his rough hands still so soft on you, eyes burning up at the thought disappointing him.

Mind telling you to let him do whatever he wanted with you, loose limbs laying there while he stripped you down. Squealing at the sudden impact across your thigh, body shaking as the stinging sensation felt so much more painful than usual. Makkis hair tickling your neck as he littered it with rough kisses.

Anxiety pooling in you at the thought of them not needing you, knowing that a relationship only needed two people, but you couldn't take it anymore. Trying to muffle your sobs as your wrists moved up to cover your eyes. Issei froze for a second, easily taking your limp hands away from your eyes, not seeing the usual dazed with lust, instead seeing real pain behind them.

“What’d you do?” He said to makki in shock, already knowing his antics but going along with them anyways. Quickly by stroking your cheeks with his thumb, head cradled between his chest and hand as he waited for him to respond.

“Did you lie? Lie and make our sweet baby cry, hm?” his tone sounding threatening as makki grew more uncomfortable, seeing you lay on the bed, helpless as could be, making his heart clench.

“Y-yes” he muttered out, scared to look his boyfriend in the eye. “I- , m’sorry daddy” he ashamedly said as his cheeks burned up, not wanting to actually break you this far.

“If you think saying daddys gonna save you, you're wrong.” issei’s large hand dragging him towards the chair, rough fingers taking his clothes off, sitting pretty and naked before you two.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for once, and just watch. No touching yourself.” Issei said, looking down at makkis cock, already so hard and swollen, pink tip tuning red, precum staining his boxers. Nerves rising as his cock throbbed just from his boyfriend getting a little rough with him.

  “...or your gonna get punished. Got it?” Issei's voice breaking him out of his trance, nodding with a huff, cheeks pouting as his eyes watch him leave towards you. 

 “W-wait, i-ssei, you don't have t-” you started, not waiting to leave makki out, mind foggy as you didnt realize that he was enjoying it deep down, not seeing his cock throb as you begged for an ounce of attention from the man above you.

“Shh princess, i'm just gonna take my time with you, that okay? He whispered into your skin, reading your mind, hearing nothing but your heart. “Cmon sweetheart, gotta tell daddy or he won't know what to do.” he egged on, hands lingering on your body, waiting for a response.

Shaking your head slightly up and down as he surprisingly took just that for an answer, eyes swelling up again as you grew apprehensive, never getting it this easily in your relationship with them, not wanting them to play with you anymore.

“S’okay baby, I got you. Daddys here, yeah?” He said wiping your tears, clearing up your vision to let his soft smile shine through. 

Makki watched, cheeks tinted pink as his hair, seeing your legs get haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, wishing that was him. Wishing that you were the one tugging on his hair while his tongue abused your cunt, making you moan his name out over and over again, wanting to take his time and drag it out, wanting to make it up to you.

Your precious little whimpers leaving your lips as your body jiggled around, knowing the feeling all too well. Issei's thick fingers stretching you out, clenching around nothing, unlike you. 

Back arching as best as your tired body could, tears spilling out. Falling down your cheeks and onto your tits, finally from pleasure and not pain. Crying out daddy, as your hands gripped tightly onto his hair. 

“There's my pretty girl.” He said, tongue not leaving your clit as he smirked, fingers curling into you as he saw makki eyeing up your body. Wanting to put on as much as a show that he could, his cute pout getting his dick even harder.

“Wish you were me, huh?” he teased, reaching up to grab your tit in his hand, gently squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers as his face broke away from you cunt.

“C’mon baby, let’s show him what he's missing.”

Mind somewhere else as he adjusted you with your back to his chest, legs spread open as you felt him grow on your back. Clinging onto him while his thumb moved back down to your swollen nub, rubbing it in circles while his middle finger made its way inside of you. Getting faster and faster as you bounced on his hold, the burning feeling making its way up your stomach again, but in this position you grew scared.

“M-, im gonna make a mess,” you whimpered, you and your boyfriend seeing makkis eyes grow at the sentence. 

“Really?” The feeling of you already dripping onto him was making him lose his act. Incoherent words coming out of your mouth as you got closer, pretty little head of yours thinking that it was such a problem when it wasn't.

Turning your body, giving makki a full view. “Perfect.”

Finger curling one last time as he felt you clench around him, pulling it out as you did make a mess everywhere, rubbing your clit with all his fingers trying to milk it out. Moans leaving your mouth as it landed all over him, opening your eyes, apologies coming out of your mouth as Issei calmed you down. 

“Shh, baby look.” he said, eyes following his down to his cock, seeing his cheeks turn the reddest you've ever seen, covered in you cum looking the prettiest he's ever been. Cunt throbbing as he finally unfroze, licking it off his lips with a smile.

“You gonna say sorry?”

Nodding faster than he could get his words out “That's a good boy.” issei said, walking up to him, placing his lips on his as he swapped your cum back and forth. Feeling like he was being tortured as he didnt let him cum yet. Tip so swollen it was painful as his teary eyes begged to cum, the only time you'll ever catch him caring. Whiny voice begging out “please, m’sorry, ple-, ah, ngah,.. m-m’sor-, please!”

“You okay doll?” he asked, turning his attention to you, tired eyes opening as you shook your head again. “Wanna do me a favor, pretty girl?” 

The soft tease in his voice bringing you back, feeling like a weight lifted off your shoulders reminding you that this is how it should be. Smiling a croaked out “yeah.”

“Wanna be my good girl and go sit on his face?....Bad boys don’t get to beg.” he said, looking over to makkis fear stuck face, body tingling as the word ‘my’ left his mouth.

“Hm?”

Responding by crawling over to him, seeing his flushed face as you parted your thighs, bare cunt open for him to see and use as your hands rested on his chest. Feeling his hot breath on your overstimulated clit, twitching as your knees almost gave out under you.

Hearing him mummer out a “hurry up” before his hands impatiently grabbed your thighs and drug you down onto him, a disgruntled moan coming out as his nose rubbed your clit. Not paying attention to anything as you didnt feel one of his hands leave, moving its way down to his cock, but issei did.

“Never said you could touch yourself.” He uttered out, leaning back in the chair makki was formerly in, pulling his cock out while slowly stroking it at the sight before him.

Feeling his muffled whines against you as you saw his legs kick like a child, almost cooing at how cute he was before his finger pinched your clit, nearly falling onto him before he gripped you tighter. Taking out his frustrations on you, seeing that he desperately wanted more as his hips were humping nothing, swearing could come from just the friction of the air. 

“m-makki, i-, m’go-, ah!” 

Making you cum before you could even get it out, his finger curling up into you, body feeling it tenfold as you went limp on his arms. Catching you before you could fall, laying you down next to him. Greedy hands trying to reach for your tits but Issei snatched him away before he could.

Kissing him on the forehead while stroking him off, big hands wrapping completely around it, thumb swiping the tip over and over. Releasing instantly at the touch while makkis hands felt up his crotch, issei sighing as he licked his messy fingers, chuckling out.

 Eyes trying their best to stay open to see your boyfriends get each other off, letting out a whine as you wanted makkis attention too. Issei placing his cum coated fingers between your lips, sucking on them as you nodded off, makki resting his head on your chest as he laid on top of you.

“S’okay,” Makki smirked out, high still not wearing off as he palmed issei’s cock once more, resting it between your thighs as he couldn't help but rut into them. “We got you baby, don't we?”

[tastyykpop]

jeno extra filthy degradation please 😭

ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ

Pairings: jeno x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom/sub themes, degradation, brat!reader, brat tamer!jeno, spanking, fingering, eating out, overstimulation

you were annoying

that was as simple as jeno could make it. he found you absolutely insufferable. and the countless of times you've opened your mouth to make a stupid comment was like nails on a chalkboard.

sure you were pretty and kind to others but not very much to him. you were rude, cocky, and persistent, it was your way of getting his attention. and to say it worked was an understatement, you were on jenos mind 24/7. no matter where, when, or who he was with, he could only think about you. of course, you were the same, but that's because you've had a crush on him since trainee days and almost everyone in SM knew.

jeno knew.

since you worked at SM as a stylist, it was easy to get closer to jeno and work your magic everyday. you were blatant with every touch, every shameless sentence that entailed more then it should, he couldn't quite ignore it either or tell you to shut up. seriously, it doesn't work.

you're a brat, he would say to himself, nothing more than a brat that doesn't know her place.

which in this case, he was correct.

but to him, your behavior was easy to change. he's noticed how you've drawn blanks when he interrogates you on your behavior, how you downplay your wrongs to see him try and hold back his longing to make you submit. it was a game to you clearly, but jeno wanted to beat it.

so how did you end up under jeno so soon in the practice room?

well, the group had been preparing for a dance practice video and you and a few other stylists were called in to help get them prepare for the camera. jeno was trying his best to stay low and out of your sight. it didn't work, but it was worth a shot.

"happy to see me?"

jenos eyes rolled, "I'd be happy if I saw death staring at me in the eyes." he began walking away until you grabbed his arm, making him put his hands over his face.

"dont be like that." you push his hands away now seeing jenos annoyed face. "be lucky you're not stuck with someone else. at least I make your life more interesting.

"interesting or frustrating? I think you've got your words mixed up."

you began applying a light foundation on jenos skin, taking in his angelic features before realizing what he said, "impactful I must say. I know you love me, jeno."

jeno makes a face in disgust pushing your hand away from his face, "youre not my type."

"I dont know. chenle told me otherwise...."

"youre a brat."

"and you're close-minded."

"close- you-"

"done. now go dance and make some fangirls or boys scream." you don't bother turning around as you walk towards the back of the dance practice out of the cameras view.

jeno, somewhat red in the face, stood in his starting position for the choreography, you couldnt help but stare at him in awe. hes gorgeous, you can't lie about that. and the way he moved once the music started playing made you feel different. maybe it was your crush on him, but you heated up very quickly while watching him. other staff members weren't paying as close attention on the boys as you were, only their phones caught their mind. you didn't mind, but damn did they not see how hot jeno was when dancing?

sweaty and out of breath, the boys took a break to get a drink of water.

"you did well- you all did actually." handing jeno a bottle of water, he stared between the thing in your hand and you before taking it and chugging the whole bottle. "but I think mark was the one who stood out to me the most."

"what?"

"mhm. mark was very fluid in his footsteps and his movements were clean and precise. a good dancer I must say."

there's something up. you were staring at him the whole time and he knew it, he danced harder just because you were watching. how could you have seen mark when all you did was stare at jeno?

"and hes cute too. surely he's got a bunch of girls and boys ready to throw themselves at him. I would too, he's absolutely perfect."

jeno balled his fist. what game are you trying to play? "you're testing me." he may not like you, or maybe he did, but something about you talking about someone else like that sparked jealousy in him.

"good. maybe you'll do something about it." you put a hand on his chest, jenos heart pounding fast as you came closer and whispered, "I bet you won't. all bark no bite. pathetic if you ask me."

"youre gonna regret your words if you keep speaking."

"oh really," you leaned back, his eyes pierced your curious ones with a sense of fury and annoyance, "and what are you gonna do? spank me?"

just like that jeno pulled you out of the room and into another practice room. he pulled a chair out from the corner and pulled you over his knee.

"jeno, I was just kid-"

he spanked you hard over and over and over again as you wailed and wrapped a tight hand around jenos ankle for support. each spank was painful and to the point unbearable, yet jeno didn't back down. not after he felt he could break you now.

each time his hand made contact with your ass, felt like he was letting loose all the pent up anger you caused him over the past months you've been working here. for him, it was hell. no matter what people would say to you about him did not dictate his feelings about you. right now, he hated you and needed to let that burning passion out by spanking you. jeno wanted you to feel the hell he endured when around you. sure enough, you were feeling it, crying and sobbing on his thigh like an idiot.

you didn't fight back even though you proposed that you hated it. your body seemed to like it more then you thought.

"youre a pest!" he landed another hard hit, "an annoying pest who needs to learn when to shut the fuck up. now apologize."

"no!" you winced at another hit, squirming- no more like trying to grind on his lap because of how painfully wet you've become in just minutes.

"apologize." he repeated.

"you're- you're an idiot if you think I'll give up!"

jeno stripped you of your pants and panties, "its cute listening to little sluts like you thinking they have power over someone much stronger then them. it must be tiring thinking youre charge." he taunted before spanking you again, this time the impact was far greater and almost caused you to scream before jeno clasped a hand over your mouth. with the same hand, he pushed you off his lap and on the floor, leaving your lower half bare for him to see.

you were a pretty sight, a mess to say the least, but jeno loved that. finally seeing you disheveled with tears leaking down your cheeks, he thought of you as his little crybaby. he tried his hardest not to take a picture.

"don't think I didnt notice how your wet cunt leaked all over my thigh" he began, "do you really get off to being put in your place, slut? is that why we're here right now?"

"d-dont be so full of y-yourself."

"oh? but your dripping all over the practice floor, how could i not." jenos lips were close to your heat, teasing you with his eyes and tongue as he glided it just above where you wanted him.

you had nothing to say, yet your eyes told him everything. told him just how you'd defy him any chance youd get only to make him more upset. it wouldn't be fun if your goal wasn't to piss him off.

jeno kept his tongue away from your most needed area, his lips kissing anything but your dripping heat as you bucked your hips into his face. jenos hands would push your hips down and back his face away frowning at your behavior and returning to what he was previously doing. you weren't done though, since he was holding your hips, you grabbed his hair and forced his head where you needed him. his tongue inside you was far from good, it was amazing. and though you realized jeno wasn't pushing your hand away, you pushed and pulled his hair as you kept his head in place so he couldn't stop.

the long strides and the smooth rhythm he had was enough to make you arch against the floor, gasping and calling out his name far to loudly for his liking. but with watchful eyes and a steady tongue, he shamelessly enjoyed it yet he had to be aware of the people in the building. one loud moan and someone would sure walk in to see what's up.

so jeno swatted your hand away from his head and lifted up with a frown. he liked the frightened look on your face as he leaned closer and closer, "if you're this much of a slut for people to hear us, we might as well have just stayed where everyone else was."

"thats hot." you stated blankly, jenos eyebrow raised before realizing how far gone you practically were, with how big and dilated your eyes are. "w-wait no! I'll stay quiet I promise."

"No you wont." jeno got up and grabbed your underwear that layed on the floor, then shoved it in your mouth allowing you to taste yourself. "stay quiet, fucktoy."

"fucktoy?- oh fuck!" you mumbled into your panties as his fingers protruded inside you. at least you were quieter this time.

"tell me when youre about to cum." he said just above a whisper as he watched you slip further and further into bliss. the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each skillful thrust from jenos fingers made his cock grow harder each second. you were so hot, so damn beautiful as you moaned into the panties like a little bitch. jeno loved it too much to say he hated you.

"feels good- f-feels so good, j-jeno." you said quietly into the panties. it was getting harder and harder for you to keep silent as he began rubbing your clit like a desperate man, hungry for your cum. but you did your best keeping low.

you grinded against on his hand, inching closer and closer to what you believed to be your orgasm. clentching tightly around jenos fingers you gasped and spat your panties out, "jeno! i-im gonna-

"cum, fucktoy." he insisted, never removing his fingers from your wet hole as a white substance spilled out. he kept going, in and out, in and out as you clamped a hand over your mouth. so much sensitivity and his fingers were still going.

"stop i-i can't take it!" you found his wrist and tightly held it as you attempted to pull him out.

"youre gonna take this like a good bitch until I want to stop." he said right as your second orgasm washed through you.

too much. you could barely think straight and even tried pulling your hips back but his fingers followed.

too sensitive. you could barely breathe because of the overwhelming sensitivity. yet in a twisted way, it felt good in a strange way. maybe it was the pain of cumming over and over or how jeno worked his fingers. either way, you could feel another one building up.

"please, please, please." you cried hoping for the end, but there was no way jeno was stopping.

"apologize and this will be your last one." He stuck his fingers deeper, if that were possible, and watched you squirm trying to find words to say, but all that came out was drool. "disgusting whore." you slapped him in the face for that.

"I-i am not sor-sorry!"

"im not playing these games anymore. say you're sorry."

jeno growled, deeper and deeper he went and faster and faster he goes before your third orgasm of the day came. your legs shook and your grip got tighter but still to no avail did he stop.

you were very persistent on making jeno angry before, but now you seemed to have started rethinking that apology. "im sorry."

"for?"

"for being rude to you!" you legs shook again and that feeling in your stomach was back, "i-im sorry jeno, but p-please I can't take it!"

he did it. he broke you. and with that he finally pulled his fingers away letting all your cum out.

you cried softly, still a shaking mess from the orgasms and jeno, well he didn't care all too much but he knew he probably shouldn't be too harsh with you about now. so he gently took you in his arms, sitting your bare bottom right on his lap as he rocked you slowly.

"im never leaving after this." you say slowly, "and I know you don't hate me either, I can feel your boner against my ass."

jeno pinches your arm and shushes you. god, you were a pest and maybe youre right. maybe he doesn't hate you like he proclaimed he did. maybe he did enjoy this session in the practice room, but he won't ever say it. not because he's afraid to admit it, but because he doesn't want you to rub it in his face.

[bloodycassian]

COLD NIGHTS - Cassian x Azriel x Reader - Prompt: 

hi i love your work so much!!! I was thinking a cassian x azriel x reader (i just love them sm, why have one when you can have two ) where the reader is sister of a high lord maybe day or winter court, and reader goes missing (kinda angsty) and her brother (a high lord) panics and goes to the night court for help (bc if her two bat boys can’t find her who will)  and az and cassian go full on panic mode and search for the reader, i was also thinking a fluffy cute ending where reader is just cuddling with azriel and cassian while her wounds heal take as much time as you need to write this, don’t pressure yourself. Take care lovely

Kallis would never forget the screams. The terror and panic that rushed through him when he realised that you were gone.  He sent half the city to search for you. He called upon Helion to inspect the magic. He was frantic in finding you. But it was like you had just disappeared out of nowhere. No sign of struggle, not a drop of blood spilled. The offender was sloppy in their ways, but their magic was strong. Helion could sense it.  They had a deathwish from Kallis himself if he ever found them. +  The first thing you saw were your cracked and bloody hands. They were split open from the dry cold wind. Sea air drifted into the cave. The cold brutal howling outside mixed with the roar of waves breaking confirmed your nightmares. Cape Tragedy. 

The islands off the coast of winter were known for their unforgiving nature to ships. Hence their name, Cape Tragedy. Also known as the Tragic coast, no stories were ever heard of any survivors of those crashes. If they had managed to survive the churning water, then the false salvation of the islands would kill them. It happened often enough that there were lighthouses set atop many of the bigger islands for ships to avoid on stormy days.

You coughed from the dry air, earning a pair of yellow eyes to dart to you. One of the three lesser fae males noticed you were awake and clapped. "She wakes! We've been waiting for you, sweetheart." His green skin was pale in the overcast light streaming in from the mouth of the cave. Snow Bear pelts lay all around. A disgrace in your culture. No citizen of Winter court would do such a thing. You looked to the walls to find weapons, and strange markings along the stone. Sailors from far away lands. 

Not even sailors. Pirates. A chill ran through you.  

"We're going to get your weight in gold, pretty one." The scaled male curled a piece of your hair behind you ear. Your stomach turned, and you tried to scoot away. "My brother will kill you first. And he'll take a long time doing it." You promised, trying to make your voice sound strong. Terror had you by it's grip though, and it was hard to do anything other than panic

. "Your brother? The pretty one that shears the Elk?" The green one asked. You laughed, and then were hissing in pain when the scaled male yanked on your hair. "What's so funny?" 

"You think my brother is an elk herder?" You spat "You must be dumber than you look." The males glanced between each other, then to the one who hadn't said anything yet.

"Who ye think you are then?" The male holding your hair stammered, trying to keep his panic under wraps. 

"Kallis' sister." You said with deadly calm. "And the high lord does not negotiate." 

"If you're so noble why you got such a mouth on ye?" The third male finally spoke.

They laughed.

"Maybe we will see just how much of a mouth-" He started again. He didnt have a chance to finish his disgusting words. You kicked, bending an ice spear straight up from the rocky ice floor and through the third male's body. Then the beating from the other two came. 

They bound your wrists and ankles in rope and tar. Their hands shook when they did it. It gave you a small bit of satisfaction. The potion they gave you to knock you out was just barely strong enough. You fought it as best you could, but it won. You could only hear the faint sounds of arguing then a crash of glass, then the cold winds whipping around you. And when you woke, your body ached.  The cold bit into your limbs. Your fingers were pale. Far too pale to be healthy. You knew frostbite when you saw it. Your body refused to move under your own power. Your blood was frozen to the icy ground. They had used a potion and transported you to a peninsula, and you could only faintly hear the ocean below. You could feel the potion wearing off, but you knew you weren't healing. Not yet. You reached down into your own mind, picking up the fading tendrils of power. Of your bond to the two you knew could save you. And you pulled as hard as you could manage.  --- "Fuck." The roaring thought shook Cassian awake. Bleary eyed, he glanced about the room as if there was someone actually shouting at him.  Then he felt it. The weak tug that had been silent for so long. And he knew it was nothing good. Frenzied, he met Azriel at the dining area. Where they spent the rest of the night planning, deducing a probable reason for you to be calling so weakly. They sent their worries to Rhys, but they were shooed away. "I'm researching. Meet me in the library at dawn." The two males tried to comfort each other. But the worry pulsating through the bond was too much to focus on. So they waited. Kallis appeared that morning. He spat his story and begged for help, practically in tears as he spoke to the three Illyrians. Cassian and Az knew something was wrong the moment you were attacked. Court laws forbade them interfering on Winter Court territory though.  As soon as the approval was given, the brothers winnowed to the border of Winter and started flying. + You were coming to terms that you would die in the cold. You had imagined death differently. Battle was the primary way you thought you'd die. Or at the end of a High Lord's magic for being too much of an advisor. Smiling at the memory of putting Tamlin in his place, you gave another tug down the bonds to your mates. And like a snap, they both tugged back. Almost in unison. It was hard to tell. You closed your eyes, listening to the soft waves below. They lulled you into a cold sleep yet again.  + Despite the cold, the Illyrians flew as fast as they could. They could sense your light fading, and chased it for mile after mile. Their wings cut through the harsh winter winds, fueled by rage and desperation. Then they spotted the dark figure frozen to the snow below. Cassian landed first, a few feet away. The ice cracked beneath him. "Get us out of here." He growled to Azriel.  "We need to make sure she's okay before we move."  Cassian growled, but didn't protest. Azriel understood. He felt the anguish and frustration through the shared bond. Az's hands pressed gently to your neck, checking your pulse. He swore. "Baby, we need you to wake up for us. We're here. We got you." Cassian put a hand to your cheek and fought back the tears that threatened.  You groaned in response. They both sighed in relief, their breath making clouds in front of them. "I'm stuck..." You managed through your stiff jaw.  Cassian stroked a thumb over your cheek. "Stuck? Honey you're-"  "Cas..." Azriel nodded to your side, to the ice that crept its way up your damp clothes. Azriel could have taken a very very long time torturing the beasts that did this to his mate. The rage coiled in his gut at the sight of your injuries. The only reason you hadn't bled out was the blood and water mix turning your wounds to ice.  Cassian pulled at the ice web that encapsulated you. Under the heat of his rage it broke, and broke and broke. Azriel placed small patches of his shield over your frostbitten fingers. "We're gonna get you out of here. Just stay still." Azriel smoothed back your hair, and darkness swirled over you. The change from the harsh overcast light of Winter court to the soft sun of Night court was jarring.  Madja put her hands on you and you were asleep in an instant. Her warm hands were a blessing from the Mother.  +  "She's lucky she has that Winter blood in her or she'd be dead." Madja wiped her hands off and handed both the Illyrians a small vial. "That is the scrap from a poisoned sword that broke off in her shoulder. I got all the pieces out, but the poison lingers. It may heal slowly, but it should get better."  Anguish burned both of their stomachs. Azriel's throat tightened and he looked away, but gripped the vial tightly. Cassian stared at it, his eyes murderous. Madja left without another word. "She was almost killed. And we couldn't do anything." Cassians' voice was low, with violence dripping from it. "We need her here. In Velaris where we can... watch her." He didn't know what he was saying, but the instinct to protect was overriding every other logical thought he had. Anger burned and burned in his stomach, swallowing him with rage. He could feel Az mirroring the same feeling, but with a cold deadliness that begged to simmer out of him.  "You know she wont go for that. She loves her home too much. Her brother." Azriel whispered back. "We're her mates. She should be with us." Cassian was looking for a fight. All the tension and anger of the day had to be worked out. Azriel felt it too. His shadows ran anxiously through the room.

The wind outside howled. It shifted the dark clouds that covered the moon. It seemed to be a cold day in all of Prythian. A cold day in your mates hearts to the pirates that had taken you. They spoke their rage mind to mind, imagining the ways to torture the bastards. 

How to find them would be the first priority. Azriel kept circling back to that part. + The healer cleared his throat at the door. "She's asking for you." He nodded to Rhys' brothers. They left Rhys behind in unison, walking in perfect step with each other. Their minds hummed together over that bond they shared with you. "Protect protect protect." They both seemed to demand.  Azriel knocked softly, his heart flipping when he heard your voice again. "Get in here." You demanded, giving them a broad smile when they practically shoved each other out of the way. 

"Come keep me warm." You weakly folded the blanket back, exposing some of the bruising on your skin. 

They complied with enthusiasm. Azriel's hands were cold at first, but they got better when he reached around you to hold Cassian closer. They worked in tandem to keep you covered, making sure that you weren't too crowded or too warm. Azriel summoned his cool shadows when you got too warm and had to kick the blankets off. Cassian's warm breath would keep you warm when they became too much. You traced Azriel's cheekbones, the sharp edge of his jaw while falling alseep. Cassian's muscled forearms hugging you from behind were like a heavy pillow. 

"Rest now, we can have more fun later." Az winked, making your stomach flutter. Cassian groaned and pulled you further to his lap. You tried not to think of the hardness that pressed to you now.  "Goodnight." The shadowsinger kissed your forehead and like a light, you were out. Finally resting peacefully wrapped between your two mates and their warm bond you all shared. 

[reidsnose]

completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly (spencer reid x reader)

overview: spencer helps his best friend talk through her emotions

genre: angst? and fluff

warnings: mentions of cheating, bad coping mechanisms, idrk what else reader being upset for a little bit

a/n: this has been sitting in my notes app FOREVER but idk how i feel ab this one im usually strictly fluff so yall lmk :)

masterlist

you hated talking about your feelings. you knew it was unhealthy to keep it bottled and and 'deal with it on your own' but that didn't stop you from doing exactly that.

the worst part about your feelings right now was that you isolate to cope with them. you didn't want to interact with anyone at all because more likely than not you would lash out at them on accident. it just slips out sometimes.

when you trudged into the bullpen with your head down and your hands fidgeting with your zipper, you didn't even notice all eyes on you. you werent your usual happy self. you weren't being loud, you weren't cracking jokes. you were just begrudgingly existing amongst your favorite people and they knew there was something wrong.

"good morning gorgeous, its a paperwork day! that means no traveling!" garcia informed you brightly, trying to lighten my mood.

"oh. cool. thanks." you answered back, flashing her as much of a smile as you could muster after realizing the harshness of your words.

she shot morgan a look, to which he raised an eyebrow.

"hey pretty lady," he began as he walked over to you, "whats going on? did you drink some grumpy juice for breakfast?"

"no. im fine." you replied flatly, making your way to your desk.

"what in the world.." he whispered to garcia, not knowing you could still hear.

or maybe he did know. maybe he was trying to get on your nerves. no. this is the irritability talking. morgan was just being a good friend.

you groaned at your computer, retyping the same password for the 4th time.

this time Prentiss shot you a look.

"is everything ok?" she asked, smiling slightly.

"yeah my computer is being stupid." you rolled your eyes as it finally let you in.

"oh i know the feeling. if you need any help-"

"I'm alright. thanks." you cut her off, eyes glued to the file you were working on.

JJ, who had witnessed the whole interaction unfold, stood with her mouth agape.

"spence, your bestie needs you!" JJ tapped his shoulder and motioned to you.

he watched your jaw rhythmically clench and unclench. your tell. thats what you always did when you were irritated or angry.

"hey y/n," he hummed, sitting lightly on the corner of your desk, crinkling some of your paper work.

"Reid! my files!" you cried, swatting his thigh. he got up and murmured an apology.

"are you ok?" he asked simply, crouching down to meet your height as you sat in your chair.

"why does everyone keep asking me that!"

you knew why. you were being a bitch.

"you just called me Reid." he stated.

"its your name." you replied, not meeting his gaze.

"yeah but you always-" he began.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

he sighed, "if you need someone to talk to-"

"i don't need anyone to talk to because theres nothing to talk about!" you interrupted, causing him to furrow his eyebrows at the tone of my voice.

'i shouldn't be mean to him. why am i acting like this?' you thought to yourself

"ok, ill be over there if you need me," he threw his hands up in surrender.

you mumbled an ok and went back to distracting yourself with work. you were so invested in filing these cases you completely lost track of time and before you knew it, it was just you, Hotch, and Spencer left in the office. you vaguely remembered waving goodbye to your other coworkers but you didn't remember it being nearly 6pm.

"guys go home, you've done a lot today," Hotch said as he crossed the bullpen, making his way towards the glass doors.

"yeah i will i'm almost done," you answered, not looking up from my screen.

"good night, Hotch," Spencer called from the break room.

you stared at your screen, eyes burning. you did enough. you cant escape confronting your feelings much longer. you sighed as you began packing up.

as if on cue, Spencer walked out of the break room with two cups in his hands, steam rising from the both of them. your mood softened just a bit.

"here," he handed you your drink which he had filled with your favorite tea and sweetened just the way you like it.

"you didnt have to." you replied, setting down the warm cup as you finished packing up. he mirrored your movements, resting his satchel across his torso before picking his drink back up.

"i know." he answered simply, a gentle smiling resting on his lips before he took a sip of his own tea.

"im sorry for snapping at you earlier." you apologized, finally meeting his gaze. his eyes were soft and sweet and you felt a pang of guilt in your heart as they looked into your own.

"its ok. do you want to tell me why?" he asked, walking to the elevator with you.

"no. yes? i dont know. its stupid." you replied, looking down at the floor as you recounted your reason for my anger today.

"its not stupid." he spoke softly.

you scoffed lightly, "you dont even know what it is."

"so tell me."

"but its dumb!"

"y/n." he warned.

"my ex boyfriend, Ashton, is getting married to the girl he cheated on me with." you sighed, walking through the parking lot with Spencer.

"ah so Trashton put my favorite ray of sunshine in a bad mood." he joked, breath swirling around the cool air as he spoke

you let out a weary chuckle, "its not like i miss him or anything, i just wish i had someone! not him- i just- i want- ugh i don't know how to word this!" you grew frustrated, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your hands into fists.

you knew exactly how to word it.

you wanted Spencer.

"its ok, take all the time you need." he whispered, leaning on the hood of your car. you joined him, resting as you took a sip of your tea.

"why am i not good enough to be loved." you stated the question rather than asking it, eyes filling with tears.

"you are good enough and i promise you that you are loved more than you know." he affirmed gently, turning to face you.

"do you know why we broke up?" you asked, knowing if you acknowledged his previous comment you wouldn't be able to continue without sobbing.

"because he cheated on you." he answered confidently.

"no." you shook your head, fighting back tears.

"what? he didn't cheat on you?"

"he did. and i was going to forgive him for that."

Spencer started getting riled up, "what! why? you're worth more than that scumbag! you shouldn't ha-"

"Spencer just let me finish!" you cut him off. he went silent, chest rising and falling more rhythmically than it had seconds earlier. "he wanted me to chose. him or you."

"him or me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, voice much quieter now.

"mhm." you hummed not meeting his gaze, your cheeks redder than you'd like to admit.

"i don't understand." he breathed.

"he thought i was cheating on him with you. he had no proof and it w-"

"oh this is all my fault. y/n i'm so sorry!"

"no! spence its not your fault!" you grabbed his arm to reassure him.

"it is! your boyfriend broke up with you because of me! and now you're sad and lonely and its all my fault!" he cried, looking worriedly into your eyes.

"first of all, i broke it off with him, he just gave the ultimatum. secondly, you did me a favor."

"how?"

"by showing me who i was really dating. a cheating, insecure scumbag who was quick to replace me when i left."

"i guess thats true."

"and id pick you over him any day." you admitted, looking back down at the ground. he nudged your shoulder playfully and you cracked a sad smile

"im sorry i made you sad and lonely."

"you didnt. id be sad and lonely anyway."

"why? you would still have a boyfriend if it wasn't for me."

"i don't want a boyfriend if it isn't you."

shit. shit.

the words toppled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"what?" he asked, wide eyes and looking a little shocked. spencer was sure in that very moment that if he heard you correctly hed simply explode.

"i- no this was a bad idea. i just ruined everything didnt i!" you were speaking more to yourself, exasperated at your own stupidity.

"no," you felt him place a finger to your chin and lift your gaze to meet his, "im glad you said it because now i can admit it."

"admit what?"

"that im completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you."

"spencer dont play with my heart like this. are you being serious?"

"yes. i am." he said with a strange confidence than you had never heard before. hesitant but sure.

"oh thats so lucky because i am completely and utterly, wholeheartedly and hopelessly in love with you too." you admitted, feeling about 100 pounds lighter, like you could fly. he pulled you into a bone crushing hug which you eagerly accepted. "i should talk about my feelings more often."

he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, "yes you should."

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[oriigirii]

💞 MC is a Genshin Simp 💞

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{ AN: Omg! This is my first ask so thank you anon (๑ↀᆺↀ๑)/!! This is such a vibe too haha, I hope you like it! } Warnings: None [Maybe Refs and Chars you wont get if you dont play Genshin Impact] * Probably a bit OOC too *

Reader: Gender-Neutral [Default]

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< Genshin Impact was a game that took the human realm by storm, with its open-world gameplay, its competitive PvE and aesthatic settings, it was truly something that captured you the moment the beta was announced. Although, as with any Gacha games, you weren’t only attracted to the world and its setting.

No no.

The characters were truly the main eye candy of the game. You’d been worried that when you had been sucked into Devildom, you wouldn’t be able to access the game due to, yknow, realm differences, but luckily that wasn’t the case thanks to Levi, and hence why the moment it dropped, you had been spending your life savings simping for characters on every banner.

Yknow theres handsome bois in devildom too... Theyre just kinda waiting for you to put your game down for a moment and kinda notice em ～((Φ◇Φ)‡ >

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ฅ⁽͑ ˚̀ ˙̭ ˚́ ⁾̉ฅ Lucifer

He usually doesn’t mind you playing games

Although, He would’ve preferred if you didn’t cause you kinda need to focus on your studies yknow?

But hey he’s not stopping you

Usually you would stay with him as he works, but he can’t seem to focus with you constantly begging beside him

Small little ‘please’ would be heard every now and then, and a sudden look of disappointment would show on your face.

He tried to ignore it, even giving little cues for you to quiet down, like clearing his throat

You didnt seem to pick up the hint though

He was just about to ask you what you were doing in the first place that has you praying beside him (which is hella rude) but your scream of happiness has him a little more irked and kinda taken back

“LUCIFER! I GOT HIM! LOOK LOOK I GOT HIM!”

You show him the screen showing your pull results

The character held a giant claymore with bright red hair

Before he can get another word in, you snatch your phone back and just sigh as if youd just had a heavenly (ironic) experience and mumble

“I seriously love him, Im so happy...”

Bro same though, Diluc pls come home

You were truly one of a kind, because youve just managed to break the Avatar of Pride’s... well.... Pride.

Did he just get cucked by a man in a video game?

Truly outrageous.

He seems to scoff and holds back a bit of an eye roll as he tries to focus back on his work

But boy oh boy, his salt is high

“If you are going to be causing a ruckus MC, May i suggest you doing it with Levi instead, I have no time for such games. I dont see why youre so caught up in such a character anyways, he looks quite basic.”

His words were sharp, and that was enough to shake you out of your fangirl/boy mode.

You were literally ready to fight the first born, a literal fucking fallen angel, for dissing Diluc like that

like

how dare

But then you notice how he seems to avoid your gaze and a small little red tint was on the tip of his ears.

Lucifer wouldve wanted to see you that happy with him, but no, a game character steals that spotlight.

Angey.

Instead of being intimidated by the sudden coldness, you giggle and finally close your phone and set it aside

You can continue celebrating and bragging about it later, for now, you wrap your arms around his arm and give him a small smooch on the cheek, which definitely makes him blush a tad bit

“Awww Luci dont be like that, Yknow I love you more”

Potential apocalypse has been diverted

But Lucifer does smile the smallest of smiles as he sighs, finding it silly to really get jealous over such a small thing and says

“I love you too, my dear... but you do have to make up for distracting me from my work...”

Well you kinda deserve it, so it wasnt long before both his work and your phone had been ditched

( After a while you do kinda see him quite similar to Diluc and it just makes you smile everytime you think about it, seems you have a thing for the strict cold men huh?)

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Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) Mammon

Why you simping for a fictional character when you already have him?!

He’s your first man!

Your homie!

“Yeah well hes my first 5* so can you blame me?”

S A D N E S S

But for real, this man is just so clingy

He has heard from Levi that you were playing a new game from the human world, and of course, he had wanted to see what it was about by watching you play.

But since it was quite grind-heavy gacha game, he grew a bit bored and asked you to come with him to hang out somewhere else, or even go to the casino and gamble his money away cause he just got goldie back

But no matter what he suggests, you were just so focused on your grinding.

He’d prefer a different kinda grinding right about now with how lonely he is, ya feel me?

But no, you still werent interested.

“Oi! Cmon MC, whats even so important about this?”

“I already told you Mammon, Im grinding for primogems from the event! Theyre gonna be gone soon and I just HAVE to get them! Ugh I swear to Diavolo, if I dont, Imma cry! I didnt get him on their first banner too... ugh!”

Wait no--

Cmon he doesnt want you to cry!

Mammon kinda stays silent for a bit as he watches you struggle to fight the monsters with your low level team, frustration growing on your face.

But as you finish, Mammon seems to snatch your phone

“Hey! whats the big deal Mammon?!”

“Shut up and show me where the store is geez”

Mammon’s demands kinda surprises you and you raise an eyebrow at him, but you do show where it was, and sit back for a while as Mammon just fiddles around with it. You werent sure what he was doing honestly, was he interested? Did you say anything that made him act this way? All you talked about the game was the gacha system so--

oh…

OH

“Mammon! Wait you dont have to---”

“There! I got you as much primo things, or whatever theyre called”

He already has tossed you your phone back and he crossed his arms, looking away as the red blush covers most of his cheeks.

You look at your phone and you honestly felt your heart speed up and stop at the same time at the amount of primos on your account, it was enough for a full 180 pull! If you dont get the limited character on the first 50-50, you have another shot!

You felt your own heart speed up and your face burn so hard, but you do mumble him a quick “But... But why though?”

“Cuz! If you start cryin’ Lucifer’s gonna beat my ass! Dont think I did it for you, you human! I just dont want him taking away Goldie again!”

“But I thought this was your gambling money, isnt it?”

“w-well!... I mean... Hmph.. Gachas kinda like gambling right?, I know Lucifers gonna hang me if he catches me in the casino again anyways, so I thought I might as well just do this... with you...or whatever...” Hes dying, help

But so are you!

Hes too fucking cute and you just glomp him and just hug him as tight as you can!!

Flusterred boi 100

But you do spend you afternoon on his lap, both of you rolling the full 180 in excitement, whether you get that boi/gal you simped for on the banner or not, you still were happy to spend some time with Mammon

He doesnt mind losing a bit of cash for you

but you do promise to pay him back (maybe with a few kissy)

But to be honest, Gacha probably will help him with his gambling addiction...

kinda...

He doesnt go to casinos anymore but he does whale with you now

Lucifer has such a mix feeling with these results.

But he still confiscates Goldie and your card on the end, yall need to chill.

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ヽ(。_°)ノ Leviathan

He probably wasn’t even interested on the game at first

He already has enough games to play, and it just looks like another rip off of some other game he saw not too long ago with that elf looking guy

But when you came to him asking for his help to get the game, you bet your ass that he felt a switch click

Suddenly it was incredibly interesting!

You do share your interests to him almost immediately

By interests, of course i mean the peeps you simp for

The sexy ara ara in the library of mondstat, the pirate looking ass of the guards, the pirate looking ass’s brother thats a wine owner and still highkey reminds you of Lucifer, the demon slayer--- You were actually unsure if you should talk about Xiao but hey hes cool

You explain it all!

From their lore to their voice lines and whatever

But honestly what do you expect from the Avatar of Envy?

Of course hes gonna be a bit jealous! He cant compare to any of these characters! Hes not as witty as that eye patch man, hes not as sophisticated as that red head, hes not as flirty as that ara ara either!

As you go on, you notice that Levi was kinda... half listening....

It made you pout, but then, it made you worried

Uh-oh you know that look

its that, ‘im overthinking’ look

So to snap him out of it, you kinda grab his face as gently as you can

“Need Grimm for your thoughts?”

He flushes and he immediately looks away, but you usher him to look at you as you coo and ask him whats wrong

It takes a bit till he kinda explains to you how hes feeling

In your relationship, you both were practicing being more open with each other, hence why you were proud of Levi for saying it

but you did feel kinda sad and frowned as he finishes explaining

“You... feel jealous?”

“Ugh d-dont say it out loud normie....”

He covers his face with his arm and you just cant help but shake your head with a fond smile, but you do need to address this and comfort him.

“Levi... when you fanboy about Ruri chan, did you ever think she was better than me?”

Your question made him frown and look at you in absolute worry

Did you actually think that you were below Ruri chan?

Of course hes an absolute simp for Ruri but.. cmon

Now that he thinks about it, he does talk about her a lot doesnt he? oh no...

“MC O-Of course not! I love Ruri chan yes, but you... I... I Love... you more...” Levi exe do be dying

But you smile at his response and gently kisses his cheek

“I think thats sweet Levi... But thats how I am too... Youre still better than any of these characters, youre real and they arent, youre mine and I am yours~ Youre my personal 5 star!” You wink at him and Levi just dips

his heart couldnt handle the cuteness and he died, ladies and gentlemen

but for real he did pass out

Must be from all the blood on his head from the blush

But ah, he does get it, and after being showered with love from you, He kinda slowly got over his jealousy

its not immediate but with simple reassurances, you can manage to reel him in and have fun with you

He does end up enjoying the game cause he gets to spend time with you, and he gets to show off when events happen 

He also goes out of his way to memorize locations for materials for you, and when youre sick or busy, he pilots your account

true gamer

But ironically enough hed probably start simping for a character too and of course, you both start bonding over that, which just makes Levi absolutely happy

I wonder if hed simp for Barbara, she is an idol afterall like Ruri chan

Probably lowkey for now

Afterall she looks like a minor so-----

( I dunno i searched shes 16-18 lol )

But regardless, I can imagine you both just cosplaying each others fav characters too

Its a wack looking ship cosplay but yall just simp for each other cause of it, its pretty fun but the rest of the brothers just finds it hella weird

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I only have energy for these 3 as always, Im sorry! But i promise Ill do the rest!! I hope you guys do enjoy, and Id love some feedback on the characters personalities cause I know they can be a bit Ooc, But feel free to send me an ask! Im pretty open lol 〜(￣△￣〜)

[mythiccheroacademia]

Can you do headcanons for the main three where the reader has always wanted to be in a relationship and when someone ends up liking her for the first time, they ended up cheating on her so she goes to the boys for comfort?

Comfort 

A/N: ahhhh angst w a dose of comfort <3

Warnings: a curse word here n there

Midoriya Izuku: 

the moment he heard the news, he ran to find you 

he found you in your dorm, eyes puffy and cheeks covered in tears 

when you met his woried gaze, you just broke down into tears

midoriya quickly went to your side, wrapping his arms around you and trying his best to comfort you as you sobbed into his shoulder

“why did they cheat on me?”

“am i not enough?”

“i thought they loved me”

“what’s wrong with me?”

hearing you blame yourself almost tore his heart in two

he was so angry about your ex treating you this way that he had tears in his eyes 

izuku nearly started thinking of scary ways to make them realize how horrible they were for cheating

but your trembling shoulders took him out of his fury-induced trance

he couldn’t focus on that quite yet

his top prioity was being there for you 

izuku pulled back to gently wipe the tears falling down your face

usually he’d get too flustered to do something so intimate

but all he can think about is how much he wants to take the pain away from you 

“nothing. absolutely nothing is wrong with you. and your ex is an idiot for making you feel like that”

“b-but why would they cheat on me if--”

“bc they’re too blind to realize how lucky they were to have you”

the firmness in his tone makes you gasp

you sniff as he connects your foreheads, taking in how beautiful you look despite the tears and snot 

you don’t know if it’s just bc of how emotional you are rn, but the adoronment in your friend’s eyes sends butterflies down your stomach

“izu?”

“one day, someone will come along and show you just how priceless you are”

a bright blush explodes on his face as his thumb stroked your cheek and he can’t help but think about how perfectly you fit into his arms

“one day,” he whispers again 

Katsuki Bakugo:

you had been acting weird all day 

you were quieter than usual

jokes were nonexistent

and you didnt even threaten to punch his vocal chords when he was screaming at izuku today 

something wasnt right 

and it wasn’t like bakugo cared...but it was messing with his flow so he was determined to get to the bottom of it 

he texted you what was up your ass and you left him on read

offedend that you ignored him after he took the time out of his day to text you, he makes a b-line towards your room 

slams open the door to find you with your knees pulled against your chest 

“oi! what the hell is wrong with you? ignoring my fucking texts!”

you told him you weren’t in the mood and he gets even more riled up bc boom boom boy doesnt know how to express his worry like a normal fucking person 

he starts to argue with you and you get so fed up at that you blurt out

“my s/o cheated on me, okay!?”

katsuki freezes

your face burns with humiliation and tears as you admit, “you were right. they never care about me”

see, bakugo never liked your s/o

he got very bad vibes from them from the start (and he also was lowkey jealous but we dont have to talk about that)

but you were so excited to have a s/o that he didn’t want to seem like more of an asshole than he already was, so he let it go 

eventually

so hearing this made his blood boil 

just as he was about to go on a literal manhunt for them, you finally break down after holding it in for so long 

no matter how uncomfortable he was, bakugo can’t just leave you there 

youre surprised when he pulls your head up to meet his intense gaze

“listen here. that fucker never deserved you and it was only a matter of time before they showed their ass. so don’t waste your useless tears on them”

he pushes your face into the cleft of his neck so you won’t see the blush on his face

“...but if you need to cry...i’m right here”

the dam inside you breaks and you hold onto him with your life as you sob your heart out 

bakugo is there to hold you until you fall asleep

Todoroki Shouto:

it was todoroki who told you that he saw your s/o with someone else 

he didn’t know how to smoothly transition into bringing up the issue, so he did it quite bluntly and it shocked you

then, you were in denial and told him he shouldn’t assume things based off a quick glance 

 a small argument broke out between the two of you 

shouto didnt understand why he got so frustrated over it, but at some point, he gives up trying to help and said things he shouldn’t have 

“fine, i dont care anymore. but don’t come crying to me when you see that they don’t love you”

you storm out of the room and you two don’t talk for a week

shouto doesnt care...at least, that’s the attitude he attempts to give off

but his friends can see he’s noticeably quieter, colder, and more impatient 

you werent any better

and it goes like this until one day he’s sulking in his room and you burst in there with an angry face 

shouto thinks you’re about to argue with him again so he turns away to ignore you, but that doesnt deter you from what you need to say

“i’m sorry”

it comes out very forceful but there’s a waver in your voice

todoroki blinks before slowly turning to you 

“you were right. they were cheating on me and i just didn’t wanna accept it. okay? i knew. i knew they were getting distant but they were my first s/o and i didn’t wanna let them go”

you start to word vomit and you don’t realize youre crying 

shouto walks over to you and tries to calm you even as you rant 

“y/n...”

i’m sorry i blew up on you like that. i’m sorry i was such a jerk. and i know i look stupid and desperate. and i know you said not to come back to you when i find out but i have no one else and--”

he pulls you into a hug to shut you up

“it’s okay. i’m sorry too. i shouldn’t have said that. so can we stop being mad at each other now?”

“please,” you whisper 

he gives you a small smile before holding you closer as you start crying into his shoulder

he’s not good with his words, but he comforts you with his silent support

the next day, your ex avoids you like the plague and you have suspicion it has something to do with the icyhot hero who looked a little too innocent