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devildomcuties · 6 months ago

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You did all of this for me? With mammon pretty please. Nsfw if you don’t mind

All For Me

pairing: mammon x f. reader

warnings: lingerie, sort of striptease?, oral sex

17. You did all of this for me?

"You did all this for me?" You ask in awe as you take in the candlelight room in your cabin deep in the forest of the devildom. It was the furthest Mammon could get you away from his meddling brothers.

"I had to eat some of Solomon's cooking to convince everyone you were going away for the weekend for some training," Mammon explains as he blushes when you turn to face him.

"Really?" You gasp, you couldn't imagine having to eat one of Solomon's creations willingly.

"I love ya, and stuff," Mammon shrugs. "I'd eat it every day if it meant I could keep you to myself, Treasure."

You smile as you take his hands in yours, squeezing them before you kiss him. You lead him to the bed covered in the petals of a snowflower, soft and cool to the touch.

Mammon continues to kiss you, moaning when you nip his bottom lip and wrap your legs around him to pull him close.

"You haven't even seen the lingerie I picked out for you," he pouts cutely before he reaches for the box wrapped with a neat bow. You giggle as you take the box from him, running to the bathroom to quickly change.

Mammon undresses and sits on the bed as the bathroom door opens and you appear in a tiny robe. You turn your back to him, giggling before you allow the robe to slip past your shoulders, bunching at your hips before it falls into a puddle of silk on the floor.

Mammon groans at the sight of your ass, his hand on his dick, palming his erection. He knew you'd look hot in the lingerie but seeing you in it nearly made his heart (and cock) explode.

You turn to face him, a shy smile on your lips as you walk toward him, pausing to unclip the tiny bra. The straps fall from your shoulders, and you hold the bra to your chest as Mammon nearly drools over himself. He strokes his cock languidly, eyes glue to your chest.

"Come on, Treasure. Don't tease me," he pleads as he eyes you hungrily. You laugh, releasing your hold on the bra. It falls uselessly to the floor and Mammon tugs you on top of him. His lips are on yours immediately, his greedy hands gripping your hips to guide you on him.

"Tease," he snarks as he kisses your shoulder, biting just hard enough to make your body thrum.

"Mammon!" his name escapes your lips so sweetly. He curses, knowing he's doomed to give in to your every demand. He is a fool for you, pliant to your every whim. He lives and breathes for you... and it should terrify him.

It doesn't.

Your hand replaces his on his cock. You slide past the waistband of his boxers, gripping him before spitting on the head. He curses your name, falling into the pillows as you get on your knees for him.

Mammon grabs your hair to keep it out of the way as you lick his length from base to tip. You tease him with your tongue, spitting on his balls just to lick it back up. He melts beneath you as you kiss the head before taking him further into your mouth.

Mammon is done with your teasing, he raises his hips and chuckles when you choke on his dick. He eases up after, smirking when you glare at him and smack his leg playfully. He knows how you like to take his cock, how you like to slobber on him until he's so drenched only a shower can help him feel clean again. He knows you love when he makes you choke and gag on his dick, only making you want to take more of him as you look him in the eyes.

When he smacks his cock on your cheeks and lips, it fuels a fire deep inside you. You want him. All of him.

You'd devour him easily if he asked.

Mammon tugs on your hair as you take him further, gagging as your eyes water and he sits heavily on your tongue before you slurp. Fuck, an hour into your private vacation and he was already about to bust. Eating Solomon's cooking was definitely worth it, especially later when he'd have you sit on his face.

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bigification · 9 months ago

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Gainers Roulette

It's a risky game played by men desperate enough to risk their bodies for a chance at a bigger life. Men come from far and wide to play a game of Gainer roulette, some come out strong and sexy, some aren't so lucky. Although the game isn't all luck, it has a way of punishing those it deems unworthy.

Six needles are loaded, four with a serum that increases muscle and testosterone in the body, and two with a serum that drastically increases age and fat in the body.

The first player is a young man who pulls up on a motorcycle. He learned how to ride a motorcycle so that he could join his dad's group, but now he just gets picked on for being young and skinny. Well regardless, him being skinny won't be a problem after this.

He takes the serum. Immediately his face starts to change. His young and smooth features become more ragged, his clean shaven face quickly grows thick black hairs giving him a bushy beard, and the hairs on his head fall out leaving him with a smooth bald head. At this point it's hard to tell if he's won or not. Aging and losing hair is a common sign of losing, but he did want to look older and tougher so it could be either.

Next his body started to rapidly grow. He grew taller and taller as his shoulders broadened and his chest grew two juicy pecs that burst out of his shirt. His flat stomach grew into a thick six pack with a small layer of fat covering them. His arms exploded with muscle, becoming large and defined. Hair started to grow all over his body, covering his chest, stomach, and arms, giving him a much tougher look.

Moving downward, his previously flat ass perked up and pressed firmly against his shorts. His legs thickened as a thick pelt of hair grew over them, and his feet grew a few sizes, busting out of his shoes. And finally, a large bulge formed in his tight shorts, just for good measure.

Looks like we have a winner. The man leaned against his motorcycle and looked down at his nearly naked body. He smiled before riding off.

Our next player arrives in a luxury car. These never go well, rich guys only have one thing money can't buy them, good looks. So they come here expecting to walk out strong and good looking, let's see how this goes.

An average looking guy in an expensive polo and a gold chain walk out of the car. Not exactly what I expected, but close enough. He appears to be on the phone, and he doesn't seem to be enjoying the phone call. He puts the caller on hold as he approaches and takes the shot without even saying a word to me.

The man's well kept hair quickly falls off his head as his facial features start to age. It's not looking good for him so far. His cheeks puff out as a couple of chins grow under his soft jawline.

His scrawny body bursts out of his expensive polo as his gut grows bigger and bigger. He is left with a big hairy beer gut hanging out of his ripped shirt. His chest soon follows, growing into a thick pair of man tits with cheap looking tattoos on them.

His arms and legs thicken with mostly fat as his hands become thick and pudgy. The man is left old, bald, and fat. This is what usually happens to the rich guys who come here. He resumes his phone call as if nothing happened before getting in his car and driving away.

The next player slowly walks up holding a cane. He is an elderly sheriff who had to quit his job due to his physical condition, but wants to work again.

The man takes the shot, and almost right away his back straightens as he grows taller. Most of the wrinkles on the man's skin disappear as his he grows a clean silver beard. His receded hairline grows back and his skin tans from a pale white to a healthy golden brown.

The man's chest perks up and his shoulders broaden, filling out his sheriff uniform. The fat in his stomach disappears, leaving his uniform hanging off of his pecs. His biceps tripled in size, filling with muscle until they were about to rip his sleeves. His ass perks up and his thighs thicken, filling out his pants.

The man stands tall, smiles and nods at me approvingly before leaving without a word.

Next player is a young man who pulls up on a bike. He says he's close to getting drafted into the football league of his dreams, but he just hasn't been able to put on the weight needed for his position. Well either way I'm sure he'll be beyond heavy enough.

He takes the shot and his body starts to fill out. His skinny arms grow large and strong and his flat chest plumps up into two defined pecs, bursting through his tiny shirt. His pudgy stomach tightens up into a barely visible six pack with a sizable layer of fat covering it.

His legs and his ass explode with muscle and fat, giving the young man the look of a superstar football player. The pressure in his shorts grows until they rip open in dramatic fashion, making his ass bounce as it's released. Finally his face fills out, matching the rest of his massive body.

It looks like we have another winner. He seems to come to after the transformation is complete, an embarrassed look takes over his face as he attempts to cover his dick with his hands. His hands are quite massive, but it would be futile to try to cover up the monster he's got packing down there.

I throw him a towel to cover up and he thanks me before biking off.

The next player is a middle aged man who shows up in a barely functioning mini van. He said he used to be an athlete but had to stop after a serious injury. Ever since he had his kids, he has gained a lot of weight and struggles to do any activities with his kids.

The man takes the shot, and similar to the sheriff from before, his back straightens as his height increases drastically. Within moments the small feeble man with a can has become a tall and imposing man. His height has made his shorts look like short shorts and his shirt look like a bra, exposing his hairy gut. This would not last long however, as the fat in his body rapidly started to drain. As it did, his body began to twitch as an immense amount of muscle started to grow in his body. His hulking gut became a rock hard six pack and his moobs became a juicy pair of pecs. The man's soft arms became solid and defined as his hands became thick and calloused. His legs became strong and sturdy, and his ass became round a perky instead of sagging like it did before.

The man's face slimmed down, making his double chin fade as a thick black beard grew over his face. His receding hairline also grew back a little bit, giving him a more youthful look. Finally, a thick pelt of hair grew all over the man's body. Though the transformation seemed very taxing on the man, and he ended up passing out.

He must have been 6"4 and at least 250 pounds, so dragging his body to a bed was no easy task. It didn't take long for him to wake up. He thanked me profusely before getting up and leaving in the minivan.

Our last player for today is a young man who shows up in a cop car. He approaches wearing a police uniform, he feels he is not being respected by the more senior police. He wants to be more intimidating and demand more respect, but something tells me that his co-workers aren't the only reason he wants to be more intimidating. Unfortunately for him, he has no idea that there is only one shot left and it is not a winner.

The man impatiently takes the shot. Almost immediately, the man's flat stomach distended outward into a beer belly. It grows and grows until rips through his police uniform, leaving him in a tight black undershirt. He is left with a thick ball gut that hangs out of his shirt. His once defined pecs grow into two soft man tits that lay on his gut. The fat in his chest has even forced his arms to lay further out from his body. Speaking of his arms, they plump up under a thick layer of fat, nearly ripping his sleeves in the process. Even his hands look fat, with fingers that look like stuffed sausages.

Lucky for the young man, his uniform pants seemed to be slightly too big for him, so they have enough room to store his new body. His ass explodes with fat, stretching his large pants to their limit. His thighs follow suit, filling his pants until they're about to burst.

Just when the transformation is about to end, it gets worse for the young man. His face becomes pudgier as a thick double chin forms on his neck. But as the fat filled his face, the stubble on his chin went from brown to white. The hair on his head followed suit, becoming a pale white colour as his hairline slightly receded. Wrinkles started to form on his face as he began to rapidly age. From his mid twenties, to forties, all the way to his sixties in mere moments. His body started to sag under its own weight as blemishes formed on his skin.

Police equipment was scattered across the floor as the man was left in a tiny black undershirt and pants that barely fit. He flexed, making his shirt ride up even more, and smiled as he looked at his body. It seems as though he is unaware of how different his body was mere moments ago. He chuckled and states that the station will have no choice but to respect a man of his stature, and besides, he's definitely old enough to get some seniority. He picks up his ripped uniform off the ground and comments that it must have shrunk in the wash and that he needs to get a new one. He thanks me before squeezing into his police car and driving off

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jinkiezzsstuff · 10 months ago

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Wing Grooming Part 2

lucifer x gn reader smut

thank you to everyone who liked the last one i didn’t expect it to be as well received as it was eee got me all giddy 🙈 i felt like it was only fair bust out a continuation, hopefully you enjoy this one as well and it’s to your liking. also i have some Alastor, Vox n Adam stuff drafted i may end up finishing since i don’t feel as shit at writing lmao anywayyy thanks again kiss kiss

warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, GN body i’m pretty sure-no language specific anatomy (e.g clit, breasts, pussy), but penatration is what’s written, begging from both parties, possibly switch lucifer, dom reader, breeding kink?, mating press (don’t quote me), no Y/N, written on mobile and once again no mention of or alluding to bodytype/hairtype/or skin colour enjoy :)

"I think if we continue that, type of grooming, I won't be able to control myself." Although still shy about his admission his eyes were half lidded and his smile sly. You felt fire explode in your stomach all innocence out the window as your mind settled on one thought. You were gonna bang your friends divorced dad.

Smiling at the king you cautiously and slowly took his hand. “I think you should just relax and enjoy. Whatever happens, i’m more than willing to serve the king.” You lead him back to a seated position feeling his body slightly tremble as you spoke to him so softly. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Lucifer asked genuinely, worried he may have been crossing the line or putting you in a position which made it hard for you to say no. Now back in the prior position with you behind him, his wings splayed lazily behind him. You thought up your reply. “Lucifer, as much as i appreciate your concern, I’ve been stopping myself from drooling over you since you arrived,” You began speaking, tugging at his suit jacket colar. “That’s not because your the king either, if that’s what you think.” Jacket shedded your hands caressed the back of his neck and traveled down the centre of his back, to the base of all of his wings. Lucifer cleared his throat attempting to cover up the whimper that slipped past him in such a state.

You had him at your mercy, completely slumped posture relaxed, his legs spread out wide, eyes closed, you kept peaking around to catch glimpses of his gorgeous face. Continuing to do the first task at hand, you combed through his last set of wings, and Lord did the God make them sensitive for sure. Lucifer thought you must’ve been the true devil the way your hands worked only at his wings, meanwhile other areas of his body were becoming far more uncomfortable then his wings originally were. “Are you alright hun?” Lucifer chuckled lowly at that, teeth gritted. “Don’t pretend to be an angel.” Humming in response, you brushed his hair behind his ear while you circled around to join him on the bench. Sat beside him now, his eyes lazily met yours, a smile blessing his beautiful face.

Your stomach tightened with anticipation and want, leaning in slightly just to invade his personal space, you pretended not to notice the hump in his suit pants and dragged your hand from his knee, up to his thigh. Lucifers breath hitched meeting your waiting gaze, it was clear to him you’d brought yourself this far, it was his turn to put in some work. Although he found it extremely difficult with your dilated eyes staring at him expectingly while your thumb traced back and forth just inches below where he really wanted you to touch. Swallowing thick saliva he wrapped three wings around you, tugging your body agasint his effectively gaining a little noise from you. “Please,” He whispered to you body now turned toward in your direction, arm snaking behind your hips nestled between your body and his wings keeping their protective position around you.

You felt hungry for him, pure lust clouding your mind as you looked at his face. It held desperation, need, the way his brows knit together and upward, smile fallen into something that almost appeared pained. Moving your hand from his thigh to cupping his neck you pulled him toward you. The king didn’t stutter swiftly taking action to meet you in the middle. The two of you met with a sloppy kiss that held no real rhythm or direction, it was just the two of you breaking the thick tension by finally devouring eachother. Lucifer was no longer hesitant to give into the want he had, falling into your grasp while simultaneously pulling you as close as possible to him.

Your hand moved from his neck and trailed down the front of his chest and to the hem of his pants. Lucifer groaned into your mouth jerking upward into your hand, smiling agasint his mouth you pulled away causing Lucifer to chase your lips, eyes barely open. “C’mon big boy, lead me to your bed where you can comfortably stretch your wings.” Jumping to his feet he pulled you up with him. “Alright! Say no more!” The king excitedly exclaimed smile returning, snapping his fingers the two of you appeared at the side of his king sized bed.

The teleportation was excessive for the short walk to the bed, but Lucifer was excited, and wanted to show off just slightly. Grabbing him by the vest, you pulled him back into you, quickly falling back into the kiss, like it was natural, your tongues twisting and breath intertwined. Lucifer busied his hands with your hotel uniform, unbuttoning the suit jacket and dragging it off your body. You followed his lead unbuttoning his vest and starting on the last layer of cloth. The two of you smashed against one another once bare, the feeling of lucifers hot skin against you made you moan into him, behind him his wings spasmed with every response he got from you. Your finger nails scrapped gently against his scalp, and you pulled him in impossibly closer by his hair. He nearly came in his pants at your subtle displays of dominance and cared less and less each moment about holding back, grinding his hips into your own he was practically humping you.

Since the two of you stood at the side of the bed, making out, you decided it was enough. With mild force you shoved lucifer back on the bed, causing him to yelp. He got up on his forearms watching you upbutton his pants with hunger in your eyes. “How can i serve you, my King?” Already palming his hard on he threw his head back moaning. “Ugh, fuck- please.” He whimpered looking at you through his lashes as you grasped him with light pressure through his boxers, your other hand coming up beside him avoiding leaning on the wings that laid out relaxed.

Slowly you leaned yourself over him biting your lip with a wicked grin. “Help me with my pants Luci?” You whined dragging your crotch up his thigh. It didn’t take long for Lucifer to snap the buttons off and yank them down from where the sat. You giggled at his urgency, you were being a tease you knew. But you wanted to revel in the sight that you had before you, Lucifer the king of hell, beaded sweat along his forehead, messy hair, wings out fully expanded, face flushed and body ever so responsive to any touch you gave. You loved how hot it made you to have him so vulnerable all for you when it wasn’t likely anyone had seen him this way since Lilith.

“You’re so handsome, my king,” You purred kicking off your pants, a little awkwardly, and tugged at his. A quick ‘off’ left your mouth and it was all it took for the king to arch himself up and kick off his own pants leaving you two in nothing but underwear. You sat on top of his bulge making him toss his head back biting his lip, still propped up so he could glance at your devilish form every now and again. Grinding down on him made him jerk up, eyes meeting yours by reflex as you leaned forward threading your arms through his, and past his wings onto the bed, preparing to teasingly grind on him. “No,” Lucifer whimpered against your lips promptly stopping you from connecting again. “I, i can’t, no more teasing, i need to fuck you.” He switched at the end from a breathless begging to an assertion of sorts, making you smile looking into his eyes you could only imagine how dazed and full of desire your own eyes looked.

It’s not like you, yourself wasn’t barely hanging on by a thread, so without anymore teasing you slid your underwear down and lined yourself up to Lucifer. Precum slid down the length making him slick, his eyes traced your form, enchanted by how sinful you looked above him. You had a coy smile on your face as your inched down onto him. His hands flew to your hips gripping at your flesh as he tried to stop himself from ferociously fucking up into you. The devil knew good and well he could have control, could bring you into a state of fucked out bliss that would outdo any future partners, but he much preferred letting you set him ablaze while he relaxed into your electric touch and natural control. Being at your mercy felt good, and he hadn’t had somebody put such attentive care into the way they touched him up until now. Finally sinking fully down, your back naturally arched, mouth opening with silent bliss as the king filled you up to the brim. Lucifer twitched inside you, his tail finally making an appearance by snaking out from under him and around your stomach.

“Holy shit Lucifer,” You whined needily rocking yourself into him rather than properly riding him. Although Lucifer couldn’t care less, feeling you squeeze him tightly your body heat mingling with his own, the frangrance you wore mixed with the natural scent of your body intoxicating him further, he was in bliss. Falling forward into him, your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand going right back to raking through his hair tugging him back into a sloppy french kiss. Bending his legs Lucifer met your thrusts by fucking upward into you, his wings curling up from their rest on the bed effectively coocooning the two of you together. “Lord Luce, please, fuck. You should let me help you more often,” The sentence you said was more needy moaning then words but it wasn’t unexpected with the way Lucifer had kicked up the game; leaving hickeys and bite marks along your shoulders as his hands gripped and massaged any inch of skin they passed. It was all consuming, not to mention he’d covered you almost entirely with his wings making it so you could only be so far from him, it was like he was trying to keep you as close as possible greedy for everything you had.

Swiftly, lucifer switched positioned lifting you like nothing, and placing you on your back, making it so he had the advantage above you. He wasted no time pressing your legs as far up to your shoulders as they could go, loving that same dazed look in your eyes that he had moments ago sinking himself into you at a new angle. It swelled his chest with pride seeing he had the same effect on you as you had on him. Now it was his turn to have a coy smile, looking down at you as you moaned in an octave he hasn’t ever heard from you before. Sandwhiching you down, he caged you with his arms and wings fully blanketing you with himself. You looked up as he kept a slow shallow pace fucking in and out of you. “Ready to feel what heaven has to offer, my sovereign.” Lucifer chuckled darkly lust taking control at your bodys willingness to mold to him and the position he wanted. You kept moaning shamelessly as he tortured you with teasing thrusts, eyes watching him closely like he was all you knew. Finally he amped up the pace, thrusting into you so hard your body jolted back. “Shit Lucifer.” You moaned biting your lip watching as he drank up the sight of you. “Mh you’re so sweet, next time, I’ll have to taste you,” He gritted out, fucking into you rapidly his wings still protectively covering you, keeping eyes closed, and leaning his sweaty forehead against your own.

“Oh-fuck me i’m gonna cum,” You squealed suddenly being hit by waves of pleasure when he hit that spot inside you. Lucifer groaned biting your shoulder, skin slapping lewdly as he jack hammered himself into you, chasing his quick rising orgasm. You mewled unabled to do anything but grip at his hair and back, toes clenching as your wrapped them as tight as possible around him. “Don’t pull out i need it,” You cried out throwing your head back in euphoria, it was almost there but you couldn’t fully cum yet and it was torture.

That was until Lucifer lost the last of his control, horns expanding eyes a dark glowing red. He growled, actually growled something that otherwise would’ve been demonically frightening and pulled you into another firey kiss. This time though it was passionate, like trying to convey through this moment, that he didn’t view this as a one off hook up. He pulled away from the kiss his lips inches away from your own as he moaned, clenching his teeth. “I wantcha to be mine, only.” He stated lowly, pace never faltering as he spoke, you whined eyes pinched close holding on for him. “Say yes,” He demanded rather darkly before pecking you on the lips, you clenched around him at that feeling yourself about to snap. “Yes, i’m yours only,” You whined drawn out as you felt yourself coming undone, bringing you into another kiss, he put all his weight on top of you the bed creaking and possibly sliding against the floor as he fucked you. Once you screamed out his name, crying for him to fuck you, pleading to fill you fully, he was done for. Your name repeatedly fell from his lips as he cried as well gasping and panting as he pumped himself and his seed deeply inside of you, which only dragged out your orgasm longer.

The way you two finished was pornographic and the room was filled with the scent of sex. Lucifer slumped on top of you, the two of you panting violently, entangled in eachother and not in a rush to move away. You brought your hand up playing with his hair as he laid on you. “Stay with me tonight,” He started to say hushed seemingly afraid you’d now reject him. “I don’t want to be alone.” He finished quietly, you hummed continuing to play with his blonde locks, now sticky with sweat. “Of course Luce, I don’t want and never intended to leave you.”

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reallyromealone · 1 year ago

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Hello there, I was wondering if we can get a part 2 of the alpha Kirishima x alpha Bakugo adopting to mega pup reader and the reader is meet most of their aunts and uncles?

Title: adoption part 2

Fandom: my hero academia

Pairing kirishima x Bakugo x male reader

Type: platonic fluff

Warnings: omegaverse, child reader

Notes: none

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(Name) was an absolute precious little guy, always following one of his dad's when he could and trying to help in the best way he could with such little hands as the two adults tried to include him in their day to day, currently on maternity leave to acclimate (name) better.

"Yaaay! Good job!" Kirishima congratulated (name) as the babe put his plastic bowl in the dishwasher, (name) beaming at this and hugged his dad's neck for comfort "were getting ready to meet some people, they're your aunt's and uncles and are very excited to meet you" when their friends learned if their tiny pup they practically exploded with excitement, mina taking everything within herself to not bust down that door to see the pup.

(Name) held the Dynamite toy close, either that or an old sweater of Kirishimas that the babe saught comfort from, a quick Google search showed Omegan pups saught comfort from their parents items it was early stages of a familial bond settling in.

Bakugo was the one to collect the little one after his nap, the aunts and uncles sitting in the livingroom to meet him "hey squirt, it's time to wake up" they changed the crib to a toddler bed when (name) tried climbing out, the little one starfished with a cute pair of pajamas on "nnh" the boy grunted as Katsuki huffed and gently lifted him "come on you" the boy nuzzling into his dad's shirt as he was brought out to the livingroom "(name), can you say hi?" Katsuki was surprisingly soft with the pup who looked confused and face had marks from the sheets "awww he's so little!" Mina gushed as she stood up and (name) clung to his dad nervously "slowly mina, he's shy" Eijiro said watching his sons movements.

The itty bitty pup looked nervous as Katsuki spoke to him "this is your aunt, she's a bit annoying but she's not gonna hurt you"

Carefully he set (name) down, the boy fidgeting before running to his other dad for protection, the redhead holding his stuffed doll "awww he has a dynamite toy!" Ochaco cooed and they watched (name).

Eventually everyone began chatting and (name) grew more comfortable and began wandering around as he normally did as he noticed the snacks on the table, things the others brought "oh look he's staring at the (treat)" denki snicked as the babe reached out and grabbed a handful, little hands getting messy in the process "well at least he likes it" Momo said as the dad's looked at each other and Katsuki cleaned him up and Eijiro got the boy a small serving "so how's being a parent?" Iida asked as he sipped his tea, glancing at the pup "he keeps trying to make nests everywhere, we don't think he knows what he's doing though" Eijiro chuckled as he let (name) get comfortable in his lap.

Later on came his former teachers + Eri and Shinsou, the two tagging along.

Katsuki saw the two as his own parents, his real parents and him had.. a hard relationship.

His mom and him never got along and when he showed up with Eiji... That went bad fast, he was seventeen at that point.

He hadnt even graduated yet.

His dad loved him but being an Omega, he couldn't really go against his alphas word but did send letters to him in secret.

After that Aizawa stepped up, using his custody over Bakugo and taking care of him and by proxy so did Yamada, the men treating him like a son.

"Hi little listener" Yamada was soft with the pup as Aizawa looked at the two fondly, Eri chatting with kirishima about her classes and her plans to join U.A under recommendations by not one but multiple heroes.

"Oh? Thanks..." Shinsou was awkward around children and when (name) handed him a Cheeto he wasn't expecting it to be so...soggy "you don't gotta eat that, just walk to the kitchen and toss it" kirishima whispered and the other man nodded and did so.

"Hello there" little (name) reached to the black haired man who had the forethought to have his hair put up "you can smell I'm an Omega" Aizawa smiled softly as (name) sniffed his face and bounced slightly "omegas feel calm with other omegas" he explained "safety in numbers sort of deal"

(Name) smushed his face, a silly baby attempt at scenting "I think he thinks I'm apart of his pack"

"Well you are" Eri said simply and everyone smiled at the interaction.

"Minas gonna be pissed that he's getting this and she's not"

When everyone left, (name) was tuckered out "he sure enjoyed those snacks"

"He's so sleepy" kirishima gently traced the boys face "let's get him to bed yeah?"

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sodapopper · 1 month ago

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as president of the sodapop curtis bawl baby club, what kind of stuff do you think he cries about

I didn’t know I was president of that club, or that it was even a club, but I accept this role with great delight! May the bawl baby agenda live on.

I think Soda cries easily (and often) over little things, but represses over big things. In a lot of ways he’s an unbothered king, and simply does not care, but I can see his natural empathy/sensitivity working against him. This is a kid who would cry over worms dying on the sidewalk. He cries over a teddy bear abandoned in the parking lot. He cries over the dogs at the shelter who never get picked. Ponyboy writes Soda a birthday card and he sobs buckets over it for a full 15 minutes because he’s so touched.

Soda’s emotions are like a spring thunderstorm; they appear unexpected, hit hard, and are gone just as quickly. He seems to feel everything all at once all the time, but always bounces back, so it’s assumed his sensitivity is surface level and doesn’t deeply affect him.

But I think Sodapop cries over little things because he can’t express himself with big things. He holds back on the things that really matter, that actually cause him pain, because he’s busy making space for the emotions of the people around him. He doesn’t want to worry his brothers, or give them extra burden. Also he doesn’t think his problems are as bad or worthy of attention as theirs

At his core, Soda is a caregiver, and the one thing caregivers are chronically bad at is receiving care. Nobody realizes when he’s struggling because he always seems so stable, and they just assume that if he was having a hard time, he’d show it—like he does with everything else. He’s the gentle one, the listener, the one who always understands, and most importantly, nothing ever seems to get him down.

So on the rare occasions when he does break, like at the end of the book—not just teary eyes over an abandoned teddy bear, but truly loses it—he breaks hard because months of pent up emotion is exploding out of him like a busted dam.

It scares his brothers to death.

#bawl baby sodapop curtis #your honor i just think he cries a lot #sodapop curtis #the outsiders #the curtis brothers #this is book derived idk if it applies to musical soda

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mukbangg · 1 year ago

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"God I can't choose between Billy that teases you trying to take his cock or Billy that's taking deep breaths and trying not to bust everytime you move."

PLEASE. PLEASE. we need the billy that loses control at a slight squeeze. we need the billy that forces us to cockwarm him until he can't take it anymore and loses control, once again. we need the disheveled billy that is so pussy drunk he cums from eating us out alone. im begging ON MY KNEES PLEAAASSEE your writing of him has me screaming into my pillow 😩😩

Haiii hope this works, I feel outta juice Billy come fill me up-

Pussy drunk billy fr.....

Imagine you're a shopkeeper

18+

Billy that cant go a day without fucking you or even just tasting you. He got to empty his load in you, how can he not when you're so sweet and pretty looking up at him, smiling like that. His cock swells up in his pants, leaking and sore and he just needs his girl so bad, his baby. He cant help it, his balls just get so heavy and achy with that built up cum, that rightfully belongs to you, you've got to help him out, right?

But you're a busy gal, working for one of the local shops. If you're not doing business you're keeping track of stock, you're checking the warehouse and all that, theres no time for anything.

Where does that leave Billy?

You've got him wrapped around your pinky, and he cant do anything about it.

So back at your house, a little cabin your daddy's left you, you've got Billy kissing up your nape, panting heavy breaths into your ear as he kneads at your waist.

"Please doll....I cant..."

His face drops to your shoulder, every muscle in his body wound up tight. You're seated in his lap, wearing just a delicate nightgown that's hes pulled up to your hips. But you're barely giving him the time of the day, elbows propped on the desk as you fill out some paperwork by the candle.

"Just a lil' bit more Billy,"

You mumble absentmindedly, eyes busy scanning the pages.

"You're killin' me here, darlin',"

He groans into your neck, full on making out with it as he sucks hickeys and drool all over your skin.

Every time you shift, every time you bend further to squint at your papers, hes gonna fucking explode in his pants.

Before you know it, hes reaching over your front to free his cock, pulling back your pretty panties just enough to slip his cock into the fabric.

"Billy!"

You huff but his toned arms are wrapped around you, teeth digging into your shoulder and with a start, you realised hes cumming onto your pussy.

"Need you so bad- oh fuu-uuck-"

Billy chokes out,trembling behind you.

Just the sweet warmth of your cunt against his cock had him squirting into your panties, soaking it with his thick seed as it slides through your folds and he buck his hips, still-hard cock grinding against your clit.

Its wet, squelching and filthy as he makes you stare down at the pink head of his cock visible through your drenched panties each time he thrusts up.

Slowly your halfhearted protests starts to fade into soft keening sounds as his fingers dig into the underside of your thighs, cockhead dipping into your slick hole. Just teasing ,fucking his swollen tip in.

"C'mon doll, she wants it, look shes droolin' alllll over me, darlin' please-"

You grip the edge of your desk, trying to maintain your sanity. Paperwork. The shop. Your boss-

"Fuck-"

You choke out when he slides all the way in, every coherent thought fleeing your mind. All that's left is how full you feel right now.

"See doll, wasnt that hard- fuck- was it? You need it too hmm, lemme take care of you,"

He press open mouth kisses up your nape to the back if your ear, groaning at how tight your walls are hugging him. It's been way too long since yall have fucked, with you being so busy at work.

"So stressed darlin', gotta relax- loosen up f'me or I'm gonna bust-"

Billy's hips are thrusting up into you uncontrollably, sloppy and quick as he huffed out broken moans into your neck. Hes babbling, one hand reaching over to tug your panties, pressing his cock tight into you.

The fabric is see through at this point, slick with both your juices.

"S'all f'me doll? All this hmm?"

And he pulls your panties just right, rubbing up on your aching clit.

"Just like that, just like tha- fuuuck-"

His voice tapers off into a strangled moan, balls tightening as he spills his load into you and trigger your own release.

As he fucks up into you slowly, your mind fuzzy from the pleasure, you realise hes mumbling into your neck, pressing wet kisses to your flushed skin.

"I've got a weeks worth saved up f'you doll....you're gonna take it, okay?"

His hand presses down on your tummy and you whine, tears spilling down your blotchy cheeks.

"Riigghht here where it belongs,"

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hanjisungslag · 7 months ago

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attack on titan headcanons #11

synopsis: when aot characters get drunk🍺

characters involved: eren, mikasa, armin, jean, connie, sasha reiner, bertolt, annie, levi, erwin and hange

notes: exams are finally over and its SUMMAA so i switched up my theme, rip coquette hanjisungslag u will b missed x

☆ eren jaeger

loves a strong bow and a corona on a warm summers day x

is a lightweight

one beer and he is off his rocker

gets hyper in several different ways, happy, giggly, angry etc.

passed out by 22:00

☆ mikasa ackerman

she’s a cider girlie!!

loves a rekorderlig & kopparberg (strawberry & lime and mixed fruits specifically)

tries some people’s gins and vodkas and it ain’t for her

she’s a lightweight too

she’s so shocked how hard it hits her

she’s a lot more chatty and giggly

goes red in the cheeks > <

☆ armin arlert

he tries beer. doesn’t like san miguel. hates stella.

will take a corona on a sunny day though…

but he likes a cider!

he looovveesss any fruity drinks

he’s not a lightweight or heavyweight, good middle ground

gets sooo chatty

the type of drunk to info dump on you / talk about their special interests

☆ jean kirsten

drinks mostly everything. strongbow, cider, maybe be cheeky and have a rum!

also tequila tbh

he’s a bit of a lightweight tbh

but he refuses to admit it 😭

he’s a chill drunk, he’ll sit and chat and drink

but bro is RAVENOUS like he will eat a fuckin buffet and a half afterwards.

spends more money on food than actual drink

☆ sasha braus

AH SHE LOVES A PITCHER FROM SPOONS X

her, ymir and historia deffo get some refreshing, fruity pitchers between em all.

they’re literally just girls… 😖

she’s a lightweight duhhh!!

she’s 100% busting a move on the dance floor

there’s also a liability.

and she is that liability. she is constantly running off

☆ connie springer

MY GUY IS A VODKA MAN I SAID IT

he gets sooo drunk

like i’m talking running away with sasha, doing karaoke, dancing, chatting to EVERYONEE

THE no 1. yapper when drunk

by the end of the night he was 10 new best friends, invited to three weddings and several after parties.

he’s deffo the one who ends up being sick but he’s so ready to drink afterwards😭(don’t let him)

☆ reiner braun

heavyweighhhhttt

he starts off with ‘man’ drinks like san miguel, stella etc.

HOWEVAA i know this man loves a voddy and coke and gin.

i just know when this man is pissed and wants another one he is getting his bloody pink gin

he’s rizzing people up sooo hard like reiner stawp 😜

he’s so sweet and pookie when drunk like he’s just chatting and hugging all his friends

☆ bertolt hoover

actually loves a san miguel

everyone’s so surprised by this?

he’s also a heavyweight

he’s tall ok, more of him to get drunk

when he’s drunk HES A TALKERR

it’s like it’s all been built up and now he’s exploding with words and conversations

deffo says way too much for his liking and regrets it deeply in the morning.

expect an apology message in the morning (even tho he has nothing to apologise for, bless)

☆ annie leonhart

heavy weight

this girl is on vodkas with lemonade hmk x

when she’s drunk she’s soo red

she’ll find someone to just sit and chill with

doesn’t want to embarrass herself or bring attention to herself.

she’s so funny when she’s drunk

pulls out ALL the stops when it comes to jokes

she’s always giggling at everyone doing some dumb shit

☆ levi ackerman

heavy weight!

he doesn’t drink much anyways

but if he is, its whiskey or tia maria in some coffee

he’s usually the one watching everyone, not getting too drunk

making sure no one is dead x

but he always ends up tipsy at the least

although he’s supposed to be baby sitting

he cant help but slightly smirking at anything anyone says.

☆ erwin smith

heavy weight once again

doesn’t like to get too drunk

he’s an old man now cmon

my man is drinking wine like merlot, pino, etc

he’s so elegant when drinking

but by the end of the night his hair is messed up baddd

he says loads of stuff and regrets it.

obviously it’s nothing too extreme but just him being silly

gets super sleepy though. wine drunk 🙁

☆ hange zoë

SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS

literally adores shots

just goes crazy on them tbh

after an hour, they’re buying shots for EVERYOONNNEEE

definitely broke by the end of the night.

has to start giving themselves a limit every time they go out

ANYWAYS an absolute party animal

hitting up the clubs

hitting the DANCE FLOOR DUH!

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FUCK that ask about hoon's balls 😫 what if he is extremely sensitive there ? imagine giving him head in the dorms, having his big, fat cock in your mouth and you suddenly start playing with his balls so he lets out the most pornographic moan ever and he has to close his mouth with his hand to keep quiet. he grabs your hand to stop you and says "please baby please not there, i won't be able to control myself... they are going to hear me”. you pretend that you understand him and you continue sucking his length until you can feel he is relaxed again only to put one of his balls in your mouth this time and make him moan so loud that definitely everyone in the house heard. you continue sucking and playing with his balls in turns since they are so massive and you can't suck both of them at the same time but he is feeling so overwhelmingly good that he can't even move. he is just moaning and whimpering like a slut and doesn't even care about his members hearing him anymore he just wants to bust a nut. "AH my balls feel so good i think i'm going to explode. i'm so close so fucking close please rub my tip a little i want to cum please make me cum" you start kissing, licking, sucking his nuts while rubbing his pink, swollen tip with your thumb and he starts cumming everywhere not being able to stop moaning "i'm cumming i'm cumming i'm cumming so hard uuuuuughhhh"

i literally love this so much? sunghoon, who acts as if nothing can break him or make him beg would end up crying and begging you to help him get off just because he feels so sensitive when you play with his balls, he’s gonna cum so much 😞‼️

#[🍪] : anons #I LOVE YOUR BRAIN #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut

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drugs-and-daddyissues · 2 months ago

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𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 Your virgin boyfriend cannot keep waiting to have you.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 P in V sex, unprotected sex (take ur birth control), virginity loss, sub/dom undertones, sub!Johnny, dom!reader, a bit of premature ejaculation, degrading, multiple rounds, slight edging

You had been dating Johnny for a couple months now. He was amazing, sweet, loyal, absolute golden retriever energy. You'd made out a couple times, and you knew he was a virgin. You didn't know he was such a freak though, and he hadn't learned control yet.

"I want this, want you. Please baby." He begged, kissing up your jawline. He was on top of you as you were laying in bed, trailing his hands along your body.

"Hey, hey, slow your roll." You said, gently grabbing his chin. He was like a vampire before it learned how to eat in moderation, his eyes filled with desperation and hunger.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, I just.. I feel like I'm going to explode just from kissing you." He mumbled, pulling away a bit, his cock straining against his boxers.

"Don't say that, I'm not gonna be able to control myself. You need control, one of us needs to have a handle on this. Don't look at me like that either." You whispered, brushing your thumb against his bottom lip.

"Like what?" He asked, voice husky as he leaned down, nose brushing against yours. "Like what, baby?" Oh he was really pushing your buttons. He was practically asking to be put in his place. He was clearly trying to take on a dominate role, but his nerves showed. It's okay, you could pull your weight, you could guide him.

"Shut up and grind against me." You whispered, slightly demanding as you spread your legs more, your pussy still covered by your panties.

He slowly grinded against you, his hard-on pressing against you through his pants. He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth. As you made out, he started to slowly move his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against you. "You feel so good..." He whispered, voice breathless.

"This hard for me already?" You teased softly, slipping your panties to the side. "I suppose I should take care of that, hm?" You asked in a sensual whisper.

"God, please.." He begged, grinding against you, feeling your warmth through his jeans. "Please just take them off.." He whispered before nipping your bottom lip.

"So fucking needy." You commented, unbuttoning his jeans as best as you could with the angle.

His skin felt like it was on fire as you touched him, like he would bust at any slight caress from you. "I'm sorry, I just.. I want you so much." He whimpered breathlessly, helping you take off his jeans, pushing his jeans and boxers down his hips. He buried his face in your neck, sucking on the soft skin. "Please touch me, sweetheart."

"You want me to suck you off, baby?" You asked, stroking his cock a bit, you thumb collecting his precum. "Or do you want to be inside me?" You whispered, shifting you two closer together, rubbing his tip against your hot core.

"Mh-mm. Suck me off, please.. But then can I be inside you?" He asked, breath hitching as you stroked his length. "Please let me cum inside you, baby." He begged.

"Yeah? You wanna fill me up? You're so damn nasty, I wouldn't have expected that out of you." You smirked shifting so he was laying back on the bed, as you were at face level with his painfully hard cock, teasing it with little kitten licks.

"I-I'm sorry! You're just so.. So beautiful- Oh god.. Please stop teasing, please." He begged, cutting off his original thought. God, you'd barely touched him, and his brain was already scrambled.

You smirked before taking him into your mouth, loving the way he would react. You almost just wanted to keep talking, finding it cute how he'd stammer and lose himself, but you decided to quit teasing your sweet boy for now.

He let out a low moan as he felt your mouth envelope him, his cock surrounding by your warm, wet heat. He gripped the sheets, his body tensing as he slurred his words out, "A-ah! Oh.. That feels so good.. Don't stop."

You bobbed your head up and down on his length, looking up at him through your eyelashes. You put a hand on his thigh, rubbing soft circles into the flesh, in an attempt to steady him.

His eyes rolled back as he hand came up to gentle stroke your hair, almost guiding you. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.. I'm so close.. I'm gonna- Oh my god, I'm gonna cum." He whined, breaths heavy.

With that you pulled off, giving him a goddamn smirk. "You're not cumming unless it's inside me, got it?" You teased, straddling his lap, rubbing your wet core against the length of his cock.

He panted heavily, nodding eagerly, "Yes.. Yes please.. Oh, I'm so close. Please fuck me.. You're so mean.. I wanna be inside you." He whined pitifully, lifting his lips up to meet yours, which you pushed right back down.

"You're so fucking pathetic." You whispered, guiding him to your entrance, sliding him inside, your mouth open in a breathless moan as you felt his size inside you. "Christ Johnny.." He was thick and long, it wasn't fair.

He moaned softly as you slowly lowered yourself onto him, as he grabbed your hips- fingers digging into the flesh as he threw his head back. "You're so.. So tight. Please move, please let me feel the way you ride me." He begged, his voice hoarse with need.

You bit your lip and started riding him, quickly finding a comfortable pace. "This what you wanted?" You asked, almost condescendingly so, not to scare him, but he responded so nicely to being degraded.

He nodded his head eagerly, mindlessly letting out moans and incoherent babbles about how good you felt.

"You know, usually I'm the submissive one. But I suppose I can make an exception this once. Besides, you look so cute when you're overwhelmed and desperate." You whispered, slamming back down on him, angling yourself so his tip was hitting against your g-spot, and your clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.

He cried out in pleasure, arching his back. "Oh god.. Oh fuck, please don't stop." He begged, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. "I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum!" He softly cried out.

"Cum in me, fill me up, Johnny." You whispered through moans, you breath hitching as he thrust up into you.

With a final, desperate cry, he came undone, emptying his load inside you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "Oh god.. It's so warm.. Please, please let me stay inside you." He pleaded, peppering kisses across the skin that he could reach.

"You're a damn fool if you think I'm letting you pull out." You said, pushing your hips back even further on him.

He let out a happy, content sigh as he felt you settle back on him, his hands immediately finding your hips as he took deep breaths. "You're so pretty.. I love you so much." He babbled mindlessly, like he was too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped tightly around his cock.

"God, you're so responsive tonight. How am I supposed to not fuck back on you until you're screaming my name? A pretty boy like you.. gonna give me a damn ego trip." You teased, kissing along his neck, occasionally sucking on the skin. The power of being the dominant partner for once was definitely getting to you.

Johnny's face flushed at your words, his heart racing with excitement. "Please, just do it...Fuck me until I can't think straight, until all I can do is scream your name. Please, baby." He whimpered, his body trembling with need.

"Yeah? You want me to keep riding you? Or do you think you can pull yourself up enough to fuck me like a man?" You whispered, gently nibbling on the skin of his neck.

With a desperate grunt, he wrapped his arms around your waist, fucking up into you with powerful, erratic thrusts. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard.. So deep.. God, you're so tight, so fucking tight." He moaned out, hitting deep inside you, and you swore you could feel him all the way in your womb.

You let out a soft scream, "Oh god, Johnny.. just like that. Oh, you feel so good inside me, so fucking big." You whined softly, burying your face in his neck. You were so full of him, it was overwhelming your senses.

His thrusts grew more intense, his hips slamming against your skin. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling my big cock deep inside you? Fuck...I'm getting close again...please, cum with me...please..." He begged, his voice strained with pleasure.

"Mhm! I will, I will, just don't stop!" You whispered through moans, trying to sound commanding, but it was hard when you felt your walls clenching around him as you got closer to the edge.

"Mmm! I can feel you tightening around me.. Fuck, I'm so close.. Cum with me." He whispered, fingers digging into your skin as he neared his own peak.

If you were anything, it was turned on by his soft command, absolutely loving his confidence growing into a more dominant role. You let out a soft, choked out cry of his name as you came.

Johnny let out a loud moan as he felt you clench around him, your orgasm triggering his own. "Oh god...Yes...Fuck, I'm cumming..." He thrust deep and held you tight as he came hard for the second time tonight, his cock pulsing inside you.

Your breath hitched as you laid against him, catching your breath. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the soft strands fall through your fingers.

He nuzzled against your neck, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he came down from his high. "That was... I don't even have words." He whispered, his voice soft and satisfied.

You gently pressed a kiss to his lips, quieting him. "Shh.. Just be here with me. Relax." You whispered, to which you heard him hum in reply, his hands coming to rub your back soothingly.

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in1-nutshell · 2 months ago

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Susan and Ironhide get discovered

SFW, Platonic, Mention of injuries, Slight Angst, Human reader

TFP

I wrote this before the request for continuation of Susan and Ironhide began. I sort of forgot I had it written, until I found it. Welp, better late than never!

If someone had told Susan 2 weeks ago that she would not only end up making her grandpa proud but also make a new friend, she might have taken you to the nurse’s office.

Ever since she had found Ironhide, things in life seemed a lot more colorful.

She was thrusted into the world of Cybertron and its war. Her new friend, Ironhide, had been held prisoner for a while on a Decepticon spaceship before managing to snag an escape pod and arriving to Earth.

Sadly, due to his rough landing, his com link and long-range scanners were busted. Meaning even if he did find someone, it would be a while until he actually knew there was anyone nearby.

“What are ya doin’ kid?”

Ironhide questioned once he saw Susan try and lift a side to an old communicator. He gently shut it back into place.

“I’m going fix it.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Kid, ya don’t even know our technology. Compared to yer’s, and I mean this with no offense, pretty primitive in comparison.”

Susan nodded.

“I’m still gonna to try. If me trying means any step closer to finding our teammates then I’m all in for it!”

Ironhide’s spark felt a bit warmer.

“Kid, yer’ already doing a lot for me.”

“Its not enough though.” Susan muttered just loud enough for Ironhide to hear.

Ironhide smiled a bit at the human before patting her head a bit.

Susan blinked a bit before smiling at the older mech.

The young girl swore to help him on his journey to find anyone on his team or side of the war. Susan was well aware of people like herself looking for any sign of alien life form, sadly not all of them had peaceful intentions like she did. She eventually made the hard decision to take down her alien sighting blog. If this page meant hurting Ironhide, she rather not have it at all.

Ironhide found out about her ultimate decision after finding her crying a bit at the deleted page. He felt a bit guilty for making her lose something that meant a lot to her. A bit more salt to the wound once Susan opened about her grandfather and the reason why she actively sought out for other life amongst the stars. The older mech made it up to her by bringing her along to get his new alt mode to blend in with the rest of Earth’s vehicles.

Susan was bouncing all over the place the moment Ironhide managed to scan a big red pickup truck.

As weeks stretched on into months, the two ended up falling into a routine.

Ironhide, after reading up on Earth traffic laws, would drop Susan off at school, then he would either work on his com line or he would go around town looking over some of the vehicles and seeing if any were his comrades. So far, none of his trips have been successful.

After school was over, Ironhide would go and pick Susan up and then they would go to Susan’s grandfather’s old, abandoned workshop. This was where she would try and work on Ironhide’s communication equipment while telling each other their day and stories.

The old workshop was the one thing Susan’s grandfather had left her and her parents either were kind enough to let her have it, or still didn’t realize it was part of their property. Either way, it was their place. It was a place where inventions were made, and things were fixed.

Though the last invention Susan tried to make was a spark detection device for Ironhide. They had driven into one of the smaller canyons, far from the town. Susan gave him specific instructions to hide, and she would use the device to find him. From Ironhide’s little hiding place the device looked like it was working… until it suddenly exploded.

Susan screamed in pain and surprise as she quickly let go of the device.

Ironhide quickly ran to her side, kneeling and servos hovered over her crouched body. He was only getting to know some bits about human patch work, but he hadn’t gotten to the lesson on ‘What to do when a machine explodes in your face’.

“Kid! Kid! Suzzy you, okay?”

He gently helped her sit up.

The girl’s hands slowly left her face as she grabbed onto one of Ironhide’s digits.

She had some cuts on her face as well as some slight burns and soot.

“I’m fine ‘Hide. Not the first time this has happened to me.”

The bot face dropped at this.

“What do you mean ‘not the first time’?”

Was it strange that the girl reminded him a bit of Wheeljack and Perceptor?

Susan tried to stand up straight but was carefully cupped into the red mechs servos. He looked grim.

“I think tha’ enough for today.”

“But—”

“Suzzy, the machine practically exploded on yerself and you still want to do something?”

Susan yawned a bit.

“Maybe a nap will do.”

The mech raised an optic.

“After you clean up.”

“After I clean up.”

It was nice to have a friend that looked out for the other. Susan felt complete knowing she had at least one friend in this world that didn’t mind all of her.

Which brings up the trio.

Jack, Raf, and Miko.

Susan did her best to keep all conversation with them to a minimum or if absolutely necessary. They never gave her a reason why they didn’t show up to her watch party. As much as she wanted an answer to it, the girl ended up shelfing it as another trick and she didn’t want to hold a grudge for that long anyways.

It was for the best.

She did notice Jack and Raf try to have a conversation with her sometimes, but it never stuck and usually ended up with them both leaving. The thought was appreciated, but it still didn’t cover up what they did and the fact they never acknowledge that they didn’t go to the party as well.

Miko didn’t even attempt to talk to her.

But no matter, Susa still had Ironhide.

Not even her parents’ absence and words could bring her down as soon as she remembered the Cybertronian.

…

Ironhide was late.

Not when it came to picking her up. He was a very punctual mech arriving at the same time every day like clockwork. So, when Ironhide didn’t arrive after an hour of waiting, Susan was understandably worried about what could have happened to her friend.

But she wasn’t the only one waiting for her ride, apparently so where Jack, Raf and Miko. Which was strange to Susan too. Their rides were almost as punctual as Ironhide, though on occasion she’d see them carpool or at the even rare chance see them pile into an ambulance. The girl figured that because Jack’s mom was a nurse that she had a friend at the hospital that could give them a ride.

“Nice weather we’re having.”

The sound of the young boy’s voice made Susan jump a bit.

Raf had sat down next to her while his two other friends were either watching the road or watching him.

Susan smiled a bit.

“Yeah, I guess it’s nice.”

They fell into silence.

“So… where’s your ride?”

Susan shrugged trying to play off her anxiousness.

“Don’t know. He said he’d come pick me up, but this is the latest he’s ever been. What about your ride? You three are almost as punctual as mine… something happen?”

Raf scratched the back of his head.

“Something like that.”

Susan hummed and looked back at the road.

For a second a flash of red drove past the corner, she thought it was Ironhide.

It was just some shiny red sports car.

Doc Austen if she was correct.

Susan suddenly felt a hand on her pulling her forward.

She turned to see Raf pulling. He looked worried, what was he so worried about? The boy started walking them both to Jack and Miko who looked almost as worried as Raf. Now something was up. It was one thing for Raf to be nervous about something, the kid was nervous about a lot of things. But if Jack and MIKO were nervous about something, then there was something to be worried about.

“Susan, you need to follow us.” Raf said as the group started moving away from the street.

“Follow you? Follow you guys where? And why?”

Miko gave her a slight glare.

“Susan for once, stop asking questions and just follow us!”

Susan glared at Miko and stopped in her place.

“I’m not going anywhere until I know where you guys are going and why? Why did you guys freak out when you saw the sports car?”

Jack gave her an apologetic look.

“As much as I want to explain Susan, we really need to go. Our lives and now yours are endangered. You just need to trust us.”

Susan pursed her lips while giving him a glare as well.

“Trust isn’t exactly given Jack, its earned.”

Miko sighed loudly.

“Well, we’re about to earn it but we need to move now!”

Susan wanted to say something else, but she caught something in the trio’s eyes.

Desperation.

…If it was that bad…

Susan gulped a bit and followed the trio into some of the back alleys in the town. The group continued to weave in and around the buildings until they reached the town’s limits.

Miko reached for her phone and began to call someone.

It rang two times before a smile came onto her face.

“Bulk! We’re at the drop point. But we got another passenger with us.”

…

“No, it not them… its Susan.”

Susan felt a bit offended by how the other girl said her name.

“Yeah, I know, but we saw Knockout—”

“Don’t wear it out.”

All four humans jumped at the new voice behind them.

It was the red sports car.

It was now that Susan was closer to the car that she noticed something off about the car.

It had an insignia.

An insignia that Ironhide told her to stay away from at all cost.

“Decepticon…” Susan muttered as she watched the car transform.

Her mind immediately went to the others. She looked at them.

They all had worried looks on their faces, but none of fear… almost as if they had already—

They KNEW.

The trio knew about the bots and Cons!

Susan was too busy thinking of her realization that she barely registers the sound of something else transforming when her body was suddenly snatched up.

Her vision was blurred as she was tossed inside someone’s interior. The seatbelt was wrapped around her waist and arms tightly, defiantly was going to be a mark there when she woke up. The red sports car, Knockout, immediately slammed the accelerator and went speeding down the road leading out of the town. Susan tried squirming with the seatbelt, but it just got tighter. Her ribs started feeling more of the pressure.

“Sit still! You’re lucky that I didn’t put you in the trunk like I did to your other human friends.”

Susan’s hand carefully went into one of her pockets where the prototype S.O.S button was. She originally made it as a way to get the others attention on something important. This happened after she found out Ironhide had come in contact with a family of skunks and didn’t know how to properly approach them. She remembered the questionable looks she got at the shop after buying almost all the tomato juice in the store. Her wallet was crying that day.

Hopefully it would work this time and not blow up on her… though that could help her out of here… but it could also cause more problems.

“Can you tell me where we’re going?”

The seat tightened a bit.

The bot didn’t respond.

“Please?”

“Don’t play coy human.”

Susan winced at the harsh tone. They were driving farther and farther from the town, the sun slowly setting. Where was Ironhide?

“…What’s your name?”

“What?”

“Oh, sorry I, I mean designation. What’s your designation?”

Susan could feel the raised optic through the rear mirror.

“…Knockout. Didn’t your little Autobot friends tell you about some of our names?”

“I’m not friends with the Autobots.”

“Sure, you aren’t.”

Susan huffed a bit.

“I’m not. Since when have you seen me with any bot besides today?”

There was a silence. Susan couldn’t help but smile a bit at the sudden realization hitting the Decepticon. He grabbed the wrong human.

“Well, I still can’t just let you go. Lord Megatron will have my helm!”

This was a problem.

Megatron was a name that Susan was familiar with. Ironhide made sure to explain who the evil warlord was and what he had done. The old mech tried to keep it kid friendly at first, but after some coaxing and talking, Ironhide started telling her some of the stories with detail. That was one Decepticon that she did not want to meet.

Susan shifted a bit.

“Do you really need to take me?”

“Yes. Sorry Fleshy but there’s no talking your way out of this.”

A soft vibration came from the button. The girl smiled a bit.

“What are you smiling about?”

“You should really let me go.” Susan replied.

“Why?”

Susan just smiled a bit.

“I have a friend who on the way to beat your tailpipe.”

Before the Con would answer, a loud honking sounded out. From the rear mirror Susan could see the rusty red pickup truck speeding down the road. Ironhide was coming.

Knockout scoffed. “Did you really get more of your human friends to come and get you?”

Susan just smirked.

“Who said he was human?”

It was at that moment that Knockout looked closer at the trucks frame. The shiny Autobot badge glisten in the last of the sunrays. Suddenly Bulkhead appeared behind the new bot. And he was alone…

Oh great…

And he just got his finish done today!

No! He rather face Megatron’s wrath than ruin this finish! It took Knockout MONTHS to find this type of wax. This was supposed to last for another week!

Susan belt was suddenly let loose and was suddenly tumbling across the small dune of sand.

She was thankful enough that Knockout had the decency to slow down before throwing her out of the car. The girl half expected the Con to turn around, but he never did. If anything, he drove faster.

Susan spat out sand and tried to stand up, only to stumble back to the ground. Her legs felt like jelly, suddenly feeling lightheaded and feeling something dribbling down the side of her head. She winced a bit seeing the familiar shade of dark red liquid sticking in her fingertips. It was going to take a bit more than a couple of band aids to fix this one.

“Suzzy!”

Susan’s head started seeing some dots with how quickly she turned her head. She saw Ironhide and the green car transform. Ironhide immediately knelt next to her, gently sitting her up almost afraid that touching her more would hurt her. Susan tried to use his servo to stand, but her knees still felt like jelly. Luckily Ironhide caught her in his servos and held her up to his chassis.

He turned around and faced the green bot with the trio following closely.

Susan waved a bit at the green bot with a weak smile still clutching her head.

The bot looked at her a bit curiously before looking at Ironhide.

“You said Ratchet’s still round. Figure he can fix ‘er? She’s never had something like this before.”

Susan zoned out for a bit, but it was enough to notice Ironhide transform around her, safely buckled in the front seat and following the green car.

Silence.

“…You okay there Suzzy?”

“’m okay. Just a bit of blood.”

“That’s not wha’ I mean Susan.”

Susan. Full first name. He was serious.

“… I’m not really sure right now ‘Hide. A lot of this is… well a lot. But if this helps you—”

“Susan.”

“I mean they’re your teammates. You actually found them!”

“Susan.”

“And I get it if you go—”

“Susan!”

The girl clapped her mouth.

“Suzzy. I’m not leaving ya. I’d be a mad mech if I leave ya by yer’ lonesome. Especially after everything. I ain’t never been a bot to leave another in the scrapheap and I ain’t gonna start now.”

Susan couldn’t help but shed a tear at what Ironhide had said. She gently traced circles on the steering wheel.

Whatever was going to happen, Susan wasn’t going to be left alone. Ironhide was going to make sure that never happened.

…As well as find out why in the world Bulkhead, of all bots, gave him a face when he mentioned about saving Susan from Knockout. He was going to have a few words with Prime and Ratchet if he was going to get to the bottom of this.

Please tell me this is what TFP Ironhide would look like. This is Ironhide right?

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #susan farmfield #tf ironhide #tfp ironhide

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touyas-multi-purpose-saline · 3 months ago

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DAY V. — EMETOPHILIA

cw: Emetophilia, Vomit / Forced Vomiting, Possessive Thoughts / Behaviors, Obsessive Thoughts / Behaviors, Self-Harming Thoughts / Behaviors, Yandere, Allusions to Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Content Not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Only!

author's note: This was very self indulgent. I really enjoy when Touya is delusional and desperate to be love. I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fictional! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.

word count: Approximately 1.2k words.

“T-Touya!”

The name’s music to his ears, beautiful chords that strum like whispering kisses against the shells. His eyes roll back into his head a little, so hard that they jerk and he winces at the throb delivered to his temples. Touya’s grin widens, muscle and fabric tugging haphazardly against his stitches. Your voice is loud, panicked, and Touya wonders if you’re crying already. He wants to turn around to see, wants to see those glittery crystals trickle down your cheeks, but he can’t. If Touya turns around now, he won’t get the full reaction. No. Nooooope.

A loud rumble shudders through his belly, something fierce and angry, and Touya bends forward slightly to clutch himself. Damn. This hurts. He doesn’t even really remember what true pain feels like—what it feels like to get a papercut, what it feels like to spill coffee across the curve of your hand, what it feels like to bust your head open. But whenever he does this: whenever he starves himself for multiple days in a row just so that he can pound down as much food as possible to make himself sick, Touya starts to really feel alive. Because this—this hurts. The twisting stomach, the pressure that seems to be punching and beating against him from the inside, the wind that builds in his body and leaves him floating on stale air. And maybe he’s addicted to it, maybe Touya’s addicted to clutching his stomach with claws and gasping for breath, choking back a burp before it spills out anyway. Because he thinks it’s all worth it—

It’s all worth it to hear your crying, to hear the fear trembling in your voice, to hear your feet tread against the floor whenever you rush over to him.

He’s gone whenever he can hear you start to cross the stretch, so Touya starts forcing up more and more burps. He needs to get sick, needs to make himself sick. He’s so miserable, he’s so miserable but beautiful in his suffering and he wonders if you can see the glow on his face whenever he looks at you. Do you see the same thing in him that he can see in you? Do you comprehend what he’s truly feeling? Do you understand that you’re the only person who can alleviate his agony? You and those lush lips, and Touya licks his chapped ones long enough to catch a breath and twist the heel of his palm into his stomach to flip it upside down.

Everything starts to feel a little normal whenever you take care of him, whenever those loving hands of yours rest gently against his body in ways that he could only imagine in his dreams, whenever you brush your fingers through his bangs to hold his hair back, whenever he can’t keep his food down any longer. Touya needs it, desperately, so he quickly and stealthily reaches into his agape mouth to shove a few fingers down his throat. Acid and bile touches his fingertips, but he doesn’t care how gross or wrong it is, just shoves his fingers to the back of his mouth and punches down as hard as possible. The weight, the tug of his throat, the way his eyes roll again, the gag, the gag and gag, the burp, the choke, the cough, the heavy puffs of air that steam out of his nostrils. It’s all worth it, his bleary eyes lid, and then his stomach flips for the last and final time.

Touya can’t even concentrate whenever he can feel a slurry of his insides sway down before they explode up, shrapnel and magma, but he can hear the airy gasp and the cry of his name before your hands are all over him. Fingers in his bangs, drawing his curtains back while he finally collapses to his hands and knees to vomit all over the floor. It spills like he’d just sliced his bowels open, gunk and ink, and Touya gags again and coughs up more vomit at the acrid heat emanating into his face. And it’s everywhere, the fluid pools and drips everywhere. But he can hear your voice, he can your shaky voice coo and coddle him, he can hear you lower yourself to help pull him out of his own mess.

His head feels like a champagne bottle, popping off like a mushroom top, soaring through the air, and Touya wonders why he didn’t kidnap you sooner. You should have been with him this whole time, you should have been by his side whenever he was burning alive, you should have been… should have been… should have been… Touya’s perception feels delirious, but it doesn’t matter, you’re here now and you’re never going to leave him because you have to make sure he doesn’t get sick. You have to be there to hold him once you pull him away, peel off his clothes, clutch him to your chest, and just lay there and take it whenever he sneaks his fingers back into his mouth to make himself throw up all over you again—to claim you, to test you, to let you know that you’re supposed to take care of him until he dies.

Oh, Touya wants to laugh, snicker, throw his head back, and start dancing his emotions away deep into the night. But he doesn’t, he remains composed in your arms, body involuntarily shaking and spinning with the circles of his consciousness. He wishes he could do this all of the time, wishes that he could make himself so pathetic and bloody in front of you that you fall before him and embrace him with glowing gems in your eyes and rose petals folding against your skin. Oh, ohhh, Touya doesn’t feel good. It really does hurt so bad, but it’s so welcome, it’s so nice, he’s never felt better than to just feel you press your lips to his head and kiss him, to beg him through your tears to take better care of himself, to stop starving himself, to stop binging, to stop drinking, to stop burning himself, to stop stop stop stop.

But Touya doesn’t want to stop. Not now, not ever. Because if he stops getting hurt, then you’ll stop caring about him. He’d go insane if that ever happened, he’d lose his mind and then he’d accidentally kill you. Accidentally. He doesn’t want to hurt you, no, only himself, that’s what he agreed upon, that’s what he vowed, but you have to uphold your end of the unspoken deal—don’t leave him, keep touching him, take care of him—and he gags again. There’s blood seeping from his eyes, faux tears that just piss him off, so he gags again hard enough that his tongue tumbles out and then it’s all over.

Touya vomits on your chest, nose nuzzled into the chunky liquid and breathing it all in, retching and burping at the taste and scent, drowning in the filth. He flushes down the drain, revolving around in an endless abyss, and Touya wonders how much further he can hurt himself. What can he do? What will make you so dedicated to him? He wonders, and wonders, and wonders wonders wonders wonders…

Chilly air brushes his cheeks, a glint of fire in his eyes, and Touya wonders.

#my scoville lit.#yandere mha #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #touya todoroki x you #yandere touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #touya x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x you #yandere dabi

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songmingisthighs · 1 year ago

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Lonely Breeze

group : ateez

pairing : poly!yungi × reader

genre : angst, hurt/comfort

wc : 3.1 k

tw : angst, poly relationship, heavy stuff maybe; relationship issues, psychological issues, mentions of blood (injury), mentions of anxiety, ngl I'm just rambling at this point so if this is not your thing, pls skip lol.

a/n : this is why i don't listen to anything produced by mingi. I'm textbook kubler-ross every single time and idk how to feel about it. and yea i wrote this in 2 hours

buy me coffee ?

It had been three days since you ran away.

Can it be counted as running away? You're a full-grown adult with intact mental faculties and 'running away' sounds rather juvenile.

Life had gotten too hard and you were overwhelmed. Despite having wonderful boyfriends like Yunho and Mingi, this time you truly didn't know what to do but you knew that you had to get out of there before you completely exploded.

To be honest, Yunho and Mingi were one of the reasons you had to run away.

It was nothing against them per se but you felt bad for having to always rely on them all the time.

The three of you met on the cusp of adulthood, at a dance academy workshop. The three of you didn't mean to join that joint workshop because each of you was from different area branches of the academy but you all just clicked. From then, you and they planned your lives together even down to which university you three will attend. But it wasn't until nearing the senior year that you three decided to pursue a romantic relationship. You still remembered it like it was yesterday. How you, Mingi, and Yunho join your other friends on a countryside trip to celebrate the end of the 6th semester only to find out that the cabin was at maxed capacity so you three had to rent a small, dusty place on your own. Little did you know, you, Yunho and Mingi had each planned separately to come clean about your feelings. You were the first to confess after having a particularly tiring clean-up session (just so you won't inhale the dust that had accumulated in the cabin), accidentally telling them how you could see the three of you in your 30s cleaning the apartment you will share together. You remembered the dread that washed down on you when Mingi asked what you meant. Like the reliable pillar he is, Yunho was the one who helped you calm yourself down and told you that he could see the same thing, how he felt the same way about you and Mingi. Then Mingi confessed his own feelings and from then on, you three were even more inseparable than you had ever been before.

While it surprised people that the three of you decided to commit to a relationship that was far from orthodox, no one was really fazed. Everyone who knew the three of you had at least assumed you three were sleeping together which was why no one approached either one of you romantically all through university.

Some called it fate, some called it dedication.

You believed in the former more than the latter.

But recently?

You feared that you had trapped them.

Maybe it was a quarter-life crisis but you suddenly felt nauseous at the thought of your life. It wasn't like things were falling apart. On the contrary, the pieces of your life were finally falling into place; you were starting to really shine at work, and you were finally able to start saving whilst resolving some of your financial issues. Your relationship with your boyfriends was even at its peak, there was more love than the three of you ever needed and you three were beyond happy.

Then one day, one day a week ago, things crashed down on you.

You didn't know what it was, you didn't know what caused it, but you suddenly couldn't breathe. You remembered holding onto the bathroom sink while your body trembled, tears streaming down your face like a busted faucet and you couldn't move. The cool bathroom suddenly felt suffocating and the sound of your boyfriends laughing just on the other side of the door felt deafening. It took you a long while to break free from that state and you only managed to do so because Mingi had knocked on the bathroom door asking for you to let him in because he needed to use the bathroom. That night, you found yourself unable to sleep and even finding their presence too much for you to handle even after switching position with Mingi so you could be at the edge. You had slipped away and cried yourself to sleep on the couch, sobbing silently until fatigue took over.

That whole week you were distant until three days ago when you came home from work to see a note on the table from Yunho who let you know that they were out for a bit to get something special for you.

One second you were pouring yourself a glass of water to calm your trembling hands and the next, you were in a train with a duffle bag heading to the countryside, cradling your hand that had a gash and fresh dried blood.

When you arrived at the dark and lonely cabin, you finally broke down, wailing into the emptiness as you hugged yourself in the middle of the room.

Neither of them was aware of what happened.

Or so you thought.

The first person who noticed how distant you became was Yunho. He had sensed that something was wrong since that day in the bathroom. He could never forget the look on your face as you stepped out. Your usually lively eyes were empty and you didn't even react when Mingi pressed a kiss on your forehead. At first, he thought that you might have had a bad day and that you were just not in the mood but as the days passed, you seemed more silent and distant. Yunho wanted to ask what was wrong but he didn't want to make it seem like he was prying so he tried to let you know that he was there for you in different ways; soft touches, words of affirmation, little presents in the form of your favourite drink or plans of going on a trip. He wanted you to have all the space you needed.

Mingi on the other hand immediately jumped into worrying about you. Suddenly he kept texting about your whereabouts and your feelings. He had even asked if he should pick you up early from work and even showed that he was already in front of your building. Mingi knew what it felt like to be all alone stuck in a headspace and it had taken him so long and finally relent, letting you and Yunho pull him out and believing you two that you were there for him. So he wanted to repay all that especially since you were the one who gently washed his tear-stained face and slowly fed him until he regained his own strength. He remembered the pit and he didn't like the idea of you being there.

So when they were met with an empty apartment the day you left, they went into panic mode. The sight of a couple droplets of blood near the broken glass and your work bag thrown carelessly on the couch was enough to send them into a frenzy and sadly, they even turned on each other.

Yunho wanted to calm himself and Mingi down first because neither of them even knew what happened and where you had gone to while Mingi, pointing that out, stated that they both needed to catch you before you could even go far. Then they fought over the fact that they were fighting when they should be looking for you and it ended with Mingi leaving the apartment when Yunho ran into your shared room, trying to charge his phone to see if you had contacted either of them.

Essentially, the three of you were alone at that moment in time. Nothing made sense and none of you had any ways of getting an answer.

You were alone in the cabin, crying your eyes out about... Nothing. You felt stupid for feeling bad over your life that was going rather well and you felt bad for leaving your boyfriends without an explanation. It was simple, you could've simply grabbed the phone and texted either one of them to let them know... Something. You could tell them that you needed time alone. But do you really? You could tell them that you were sorry. But were you really? You could tell them that you were overwhelmed and that they were not making your situation any better by being so supportive. But were they really? You felt like you were not worthy to even send them a text because who the fuck were you to be acting like that and then asking for understanding?

Mingi was running around aimlessly with worry sitting deep in the pit of his stomach. He had gone to several of your friends' places, friends you trusted who wouldn't blab about your disappearance. He hated being in a state of not knowing because he felt helpless. He hated being helpless. Mingi was not a helpless person so he didn't want to be associated with the feeling. First things first, he had to find you. But where could you be? Why had he never taken the time to ask you places you wanted to go to, thinking that you had gone alone because he was too busy with himself. Seeds of doubt planted by the negativity of the situation started sprouting its ugliness. Was your leaving his fault? Was he too self-involved to not have taken the time to dedicate his attention to you once in a while? Was he taking too much of Yunho and your attention? His head hurts.

Yunho, in defeat, slumped against the bed you three shared. Your pillar, your rock finally broke down and with each sob, his mind found it even harder to make sense of things. All the decision in his life was made on a strong foundation, Yunho was a sure man, and he didn't regret the choices he made and the path he took. But was he too sure of himself this time? Out of the three of you, Yunho was always the tie-breaker because he makes his decisions carefully and with logic. He never found any reason to resent that part of him until you left. Did he miss something? Were there signs that you had needed a different kind of treatment? Had he gotten too overconfident this time? Had his so-called level-headedness cost him something important?

Whatever it was you hoped could happen or appear by running away alone never came. Each hour you spent trying to make sense of things or finding a way to calm yourself only made it clear that you were all alone.

Dark thoughts started plaguing your brain, skewing your happy memories into something that was far from reality. The memories you had of banding together into a trio with Yunho and Mingi turned into fear that maybe you had inserted yourself into their friendship. After all, they found themselves together first before you bumped into Yunho and told him how you were alone, effectively guilt-tripping him. The thought of how they have always had your back turned into anxiety that maybe you had leaned on them too much. You relied on them more than you should and now you were a burden to them. The things you told them, should you have told them? Especially the dark ones, the ones that stemmed from your bad mental state. Were you manipulating them without realizing it? Were your promises of the future even really promises? How could you be sure that it wasn't you pressuring your expectations to them?

It had been three days. Were you still alone because they thought you were better off alone? That they too, needed time away from you? Maybe you never needed your own space, maybe it was your subconscious telling you that you needed to give them space from you.

Loud bangs broke the train of thought and the more you came back to reality, the more you recognized the voices.

"Mingi?" you inhaled sharply, seeing the face of one of your lovers on the window as he banged the wall.

Thinking that you were hallucinating, you turned your head away and stood up. There was no way he could be there.

More bangs were heard and when you turned around again, you saw both Mingi who was now with Yunho staring at you from the window.

"(y/n), open up!" Yunho called out.

Normally, you would register his voice as is but your brain, in its unstable state, thought that he was demanding you to let him in. Mingi too, though he was only standing there looking at you, sending knocks on the window as he wanted to hold you once again, your brain took that as him glaring at you and being in fury.

Anxiety shot up and your head shook violently. "N-no..." you whimpered, bottom lip trembling as you took a step back only to trip on a carpet and fall.

The sight of you on the floor caused Mingi and Yunho to abandon all reasons and logic and all they wanted to do was to help you. They started banging and trying to pry the door open, needing to get inside to be there for you but all it did was send you into a deeper spiral without them realizing. Your body curled into a ball while they were yelling for you to open the door. The more you heard them, the worse you felt and before you knew it, you were yelling for them to leave you be, leave you alone, you didn't deserve them.

It wasn't until you started yelling at how you should have never burdened yourself on them that they stopped banging on the door. Their eyes welled with tears hearing the things, untrue things, you hurled at yourself. It hurt them to hear you think so low of yourself like that. You were everything to them, you were something so precious and special and to think that you believe they would be better without you, it was like a serrated knife had been plunged into their hearts multiple times.

"That's not true (y/n), please..." Mingi rested his forehead on the door as his eyes closed slowly, letting tears wet his cheeks, "Please let me in, I... We... (y/n), please," he whimpered.

Looking around, Yunho remembered that the owner of the cabin had told him about a spare key a long time ago. Thinking that it was worth a shot, Yunho was glad to see that there was still a key hidden under the cushion of the porch lounger.

You were too busy bawling to realize that Yunho had opened the door successfully which was a good thing because had you realized, you would have done something stupid like run out into the field in the cold January breeze.

Mingi tried to rush inside only for Yunho to stop him, holding onto his arm as he watched you cry with a broken heart.

"Yunho, wha-"

Wordlessly, Yunho pulled Mingi down to sit in the doorway while maintaining his gaze on you.

Though confused, Mingi followed along, sitting down and looking between Yunho and you.

"We should go in there. She needs us," Mingi said, voice cracking as he shook Yunho slightly, trying to convince him to go inside. He knew he could definitely go inside himself, but for some reason, he felt like he shouldn't.

For once, Yunho didn't give any explanation and just shook his head one more time. Soon, however, his hand took one of Mingi's and they sat there with you with hands linked, waiting for you to... Well, they weren't sure what they were waiting for but they were sure they would understand soon.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You must have passed out from crying because you remembered feeling cold and alone but the moment you came to again, you realized that this time, you were... Warm.

Sitting up, you noticed that the skies outside were dark and when you turned your body around, you saw Yunho and Mingi attending to the fireplace. The cabin was dark save for the illumination provided by the warm fire.

It took a bit of time for your eyes to adjust but when your eyes really focused, you noticed that Mingi was holding onto your favourite blanket that you forgot to bring. How did they even got inside?

For a moment, you only watched them do their thing, comfortably sitting in silence as if enjoying conversation done by the soft crackles of the fireplace.

Mingi felt something on the back of his neck and when he turned his body slightly, he saw that you were staring at him with puffy eyes. His instinct told him to run to you and envelop you in a hug and tell you how worried he was and how much he regretted things that he thought he did. But his better judgement stopped him from making a move forward. Instead, he cracked a gentle smile and ducked his head down, carefully opening your folded blanket as a silent invitation.

Your body moved automatically towards him and before you knew it, you were suddenly sat in between Mingi and Yunho.

While Mingi draped you with your blanket, Yunho made final adjustments on the firewood before he sat down close to you and even moved so that you and he were shoulder-to-shoulder.

You were sure that they were going to ask what happened, what was wrong with you, why you ran away. But minutes passed and all there was was... Silence. You were sure that when you saw them again you'd be anxious because you had to explain yourself but all you felt was a sense of calm. It was rather ridiculous but you could feel the anxiety melting off of your body.

"I'm tired," finally you opened up even though your voice cracked due to how hoarse your throat felt. "I'm so tired," you exhaled as you closed your eyes, your bottom lip trembling once again.

This time, Yunho moved to sidle even closer to you so he could guide your head gently to rest on his chest. "You... Can you find it in your heart... To rest in mine?" Yunho spoke up finally, voice cracking as well. Mingi then moved closer until he was able to wrap his hands around your waist whilst leaning his head on Yunho's strong shoulder, effectively caging you securely between them. "You can rest in our hearts, love," he added, ducking to press a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

Nothing else needed to be said because nothing else should. The three of you had been through so much together in your youth that it felt like you were all alone. But, with the stars as your witness and the fire as your companion, you realized something that was always true. Even lonely, you were always together and your inadequacies made you whole. While pain exists and will always find its way back to remind you of your faults, it allows you to remember who and what you are, but most importantly, what you now have from that.

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