#can’t wait to cry my lil eyes out about them to their faces :3

[teerayus]

Ehehehe I’m seeing bounprem in January :3

[canaidliafail]

stay grounded pt.2

streamer Abby anderson x streamer reader 🌿

[part 1] [part 3]

TW: weed & poor usage of the english language. MDI

quick note: HUUUUGE thank you to all the comments and reblogs and asks 🥹🤲🏻 I never thought I would get to experience such overwhelming support regarding my silly lil fics so Im very grateful and hope you enjoy the upcoming parts just as much

24 full hours passed until the moment you were almost ready to open her message. You didn’t know what to say or what she was going to ask. You liked the message there because what if the conversation just didn’t go well? What if she was reaching out to complain about your fans ? or what if…well just

what if

You checked the time and then your phone.Depending on where she lived you either were about to respond way too early or way too late and that mattered to you a lot because you needed to have excuses made accordingly for he lack of responding

“she is at the gym” or “she’s probably asleep”

“heyyyy :)” you typed the response and stared at it for a hard minute. Was it childish? no it was fine, it seemed friendly

you erased it and typed a “hi :)”

no now I seem passive aggressive

you erased it again and typed a “heyy” and pressed send before you could overthink that as well. Your eyes were glued on the screen and you almost forgot to blink. After a few minutes you exited the convo and pretended you were busy re-organizing the furniture in your living room and sweeping the surface of the coffee table. Your phone pinged and you lunged yourself on the couch grabbing it and looking at who texted you

It was June who sent you a link to a tiktok.

june: check this out!!!

kys

you typed annoyed and she sent a crying face with a series of messages complaining about how much of a bully you were. You opened your ps4 and decided to continue playing valhalla

your fingers started to twitch and you kept clenching your jaw and gritting your teeth stressed. You needed a distraction so in the spur of the moment you posted a story announcing you would be doing a casual stream playing valhalla in 30 minutes and went to roll a blunt while preparing everything.

you checked your phone one last time to see that your message was still left unopened and you feared it would stay that way.

“fuck snap out of it” you whispered rubbing your temples and taking one last slow drag. You carefully put the blunt on your moon shaped ashtray and left it on the living room along with your phone which was on mute.

You did your makeup and checked yourself ok the monitor a couple of times making sure everything looked right from every angle and looked at the mirror at the side of your computer checking your posture and how the clothes you chose sat on you.

You went for the disheveled look with a baggy T and sweat’s structured in a way that looked messy. You would never admit that this carefree “breezy” look took you a good few hours to perfect

you finally turned on your stream and waited for the majority of people to tune in “Hey everyone!”

you greeted them and started reading through the comments while discreetly checking yourself in the viewfinder so that your jaw stayed sharp and your hair in tact

“Hi nice to have you back Grim!” you tried to engage in longer conversations with names you saw pop up frequently in your streams and 20 minutes in you sat back and went to open your game

“alright I don’t have much time today but I thought we could hang out while I go do some tasks in valhalla. I wanna clear out some regions”

you went back and forth from your game screen to your chat occasionally replying but mostly reacting to the game

“Oh that Eivor figure ? Yes so as much as I want it I just can’t justify a purchase like that yet…But hey its on my wishlist so I owe a date to anyone who gets it for me” you said with a soft chuckle and then paused the game to throw out a disclaimer

“seriously though don’t- I, I mean sure do that if you want to but I know kost of you are college students so please don’t throw your money on me in such a way ok?” you said and checked the chat with a soft smile. A big chunk of your crowd was very sweet saying that they wanted to get you something from your wishlist and you entertained them while also reminding them to be responsible with their money

truthfully you made enough from this job and while your wishlist was open you didn’t have the necessity to ask people for gifts unless they started the conversation first

The stream was nice and slow without much happening till out of nowhere you started hearing more and more often the “subscribed to your channel” notification and started getting confused

“My god, welcome but where are all of you coming from?” you asked genuinely confused and saw the chat interacting with another favored figure. Favored by you and by your overlapping audience

staygrounded69: So this is the game you recommended. Looks interesting

Your ears were burning and your hands started to shake. You pretending to be reading, not trusting yourself to speak without stuttering. Abby, Abigail fucking Anderson was watching your stream

“Oh look whos here! Id tell you all to greet Abs but I'm sure most of you somehow found me through her today” you awkwardly said and went back to the game. Someone shamelessly sent a superchat with a voice note

“Abby should dress up as Eivor. She has the muscles” and your eyes widened at the image of that.

“That's a nice idea but she should play the game and see if she even likes it in the first place guys”

staygrounded69: Im intrigued by it for sure!

you could almost here her, hell you could almost picture the way she would say that and it did nothing to calm your nerves so in a rush you tried to end the stream feigning sleep taking over you and saying a bold lie that you had early classes tomorrow.

Once you logged out you turned off your pc and sat on your chair for a good few minutes breathing in and out thinking back to what had just happened

this was impossible. How? Why? no back to how. Actually why is better

why did she watch my stream?

You jumped off your chair and ran to the living room remembering the message. Sure enough there was a notification from the woman herself. Multiple actually

staygrounded69: the game you suggested seems interesting enough. Wanna gimme a summary of it yourself?

and then

staygrounded69: sorry was that overwhelming? Shit my fans go wild sometimes

You tapped to see her stories and her last was a photo of her living room, her dog Alice on the floor laying and her screen showing your stream. You took a good look at the image and your eyes stayed fixed on the corner of the pic where you could see her cropped frame showing only her spread legs in those mouth watering gray sweatpants

you went back to the messages

No its fine! caught me off guard is all but thanks for the shoutout <33

you answered and cringed at how formal and distant your response seemed

And of course I hope you actually enjoyed my stream

you waited and waited and a few minutes later you saw the sent turn into seen and the three dots appeared of her typing and deleting her message

staygrounded69: I did. Weird I never came across you before but you are very entertaining. Got a good look at what valhalla is about as well

no please don’t judge it by my stream today! its so much more than the shitty little quests I did today

you rushed to send the message, your passion overclouding your judgment and throwing your plans on the mysterious flirting out of the fucking window

You wanted to double text and divert the conversation to something else so that it would keep going but didn’t know how and felt that perhaps, that would’ve been a little more ambitious of you. After all she did only text you about the game in the first place

While you weren’t surprised about it but was a bit crestfallen, the conversation ended there with Abby leaving you on seen

•••

the next two days you obsessively waited for her to post a photo, which she didn’t and waited for a story which there was none and eventually with your friends help you shoved your phone in your bag and tried to get over it

It helped that you had a fat stack of assignments to work through for the week so you buried your head in fabrics and threads and tried to finish the project that was given.

a suit, which meant one inch sewn too far and the thing would be loose and crooked. You used once again yourself as a model for the costume since dragging your friends away from their work and studies didn’t sit well with you. Besides, anyone would be bored of having to sit and wait for you to stitch ,measure, sew, tell them to get up, make them put it on and then do all of that fifty times over till you got the piece right.

Cassie did insist she would love doing that for you given that she had the time but you still refused.

You would love to eventually have an actual model for your end of year fashion show but until then You'd just have to do.

By Friday everything was fixed and wrapped ready to be presented. You were waiting in line as all of you presented your work to the professor and she took her time studying each student's work. You had already tried the suit on and had taken photos to have proof that the measurements were correct both on you and on the doll that you used so you weren't too worried about it.

You had posted the photos on your profile unsure of how they would go since you felt like no one would care enough about things unrelated to the games you play.

“You did a good job. This Fabric though, Why did you choose it?”

your throat was dry and your nerves on edge

“I wanted the extra effect and felt velvet would look good on some parts”

“I see. Try to add extra effect when you learn how to do the basics first, alright?”

You wanted to cry but just gave a curt nod, put the suit back in the bag and went to the back of the class waiting for the short examination to end. This week had a banging start and a Godawful end and you couldn’t wait to go home and sleep it off. You checked the time. one more class and then you were free

In between lectures you decided to head to the cafeteria to see if there was anything left to snack on besides protein bars that tasted like dust or chips which, of course there wasn’t. Kitchen was open only in the early hours which left all of you who had afternoon-night classes to starve and figure it out on your own. With a sigh you went to the guy and asked for a coffee

“I want-“

“Iced latte, sugar and hazelnut syrup. Don’t worry I remember the type of cake you get in your espresso”

you chuckled and leaned against the counter scrolling leisurely through your feed not bothering to check the likes or comments yet

“long week?”

“yeah and I had project presentation too”

“oh shit. What major are you in again?”

“Fashion design and construction. I like it not complaining just-“

You were checking everyone's stories eventually landing on Ellies and had to double check making sure you weren’t mistaken or too sleep deprived to see well. She has shared your post of you wearing your velvet crimson suit. A deep V cut suit and she boldly left a little note at the corner

A good day to be a lesbian

“just?” The barista asked passing you, your coffee which you barely heard, too confused on how she even found you. Making the immediate and only reasonable connection you checked Abby's feed. She had shared your photo a few hours before ellie did and she left a little comment of her own. Way more specific and catered to you making your stomach do a backflip

This woman ♡

Your knees were weak and you started to feel nauseous. You took a seat at the counter looking up at the barista

“mind if I take a seat?”

“sure, did something happen? You don’t look so good”

“I'm fine- thanks…Just light headed”

“alright take your time”

he went back to his work, his frame disappearing behind the door of the -staff only- room leaving you alone.

Thankfully the cafeteria had few people left. two girls at the far east corner on their computers and a guy on the other end of the counter listening to music on his phone and taking notes.

You sent the screenshots to your groupchat. after 10 minutes of being left on “delivered” You spammed them with different meaningless messages to get their attention. Cassie was the first to cave in

cassie: Should we call you international casanova now or…?

CASSIE!!

June: They are both in seattle so I guess she's moving locally

Cassie: Seattle is 1,000€ away from our country so not really

Guys can you help?! Im panicking

Do I text Abby? should I respond

June: YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY?! YES OF COURSE SHE IS SENDING YOU HINTS

Cassie: Damn you really said “I will miss every chance God throws at me”

Rick: sent a link to a facebook post

Cassie: ???

You laughed, feeling a little better trying to ignore the obvious set for failure that any of this flirting was considering that indeed, Abby lived too far

You shook your head and went to respond to her story. If you just thanked her, this wouldn’t go anywhere. If you whined about your teacher this would show uncomfortable familiarity

Took me a week but was worth the effort♡

you responded and her immediate reply came few seconds later

staygrounded69:You made this?! Man you’re talented

No no it's just…measuring and shit.Anyone who’s handy with crafting could learn that

staygrounded69:You could say I'm good with my hands yeah…

You choked on your coffee and started coughing, your arm over your mouth to drown the noise. You had the most stupid smile on your face. You grabbed your bag and decided that you would skip the last class to go back home. No, you needed to enjoy this the way you enjoyed reading a good romance book and the only way to do that was in the comfort of your apartment.

once you reached the bus stop you opened your phone again and went to your chat

Man she was shameless and you leaving her on read for 20 minutes did nothing to make her falter. You could definitely get behind this attitude. It was expected that someone so timid and shy would probably have a nastier side and you really wanted to find out to what extent that went

And here I was hoping to teach you

staygrounded69:That’s one way to spend our date. Learning how to sew sounds interesting

Date? You sure are bold

staygrounded69:Am I? its you who owes me one. Don’t go back on your word now

You looked at the message puzzled, your smile dropping due to the genuine confusion. Did she mistake you for someone else ? Was this message directed to another girl? your bus came and the doors slid open with the rest of the college students walking in. You looked up at their moving frames and finally had a spark of an idea.

it was stupid and a reach but you did make that stupid offer on your stream regarding the ¼ scale Eivor statue.

You checked your wishlist and scrolled all the way down before finally switching to the “purchased” section.

It was there

you went back to your chat

insane. You are insane

staygrounded69; Dont worry about it. Its not the different from getting you coffee

jesus how much do these sponsors pay you?!

you asked and chuckled awkwardly to yourself. Needless to say. You had very well missed your bus too focused on the conversation and the unexpected direction it took. In the back of your mind you had a bad hunch. This didn’t feel like Abby. But you didn’t know Abby so you decided to push it back for once and let yourself enjoy whatever was going on

Staygrounded69: Sponsors are good and all but the real deal comes from my onlyfans

Your brows shot up and your eyes went from your phone to the side of the pavement. You kicked a stone and let it tumble.

She had onlyfans. Abby anderson had onlyfans and you had no idea. Oh this was dangerous information. You were sure your bank was about to cancel your cards by telepathically reading your mind any minute now.

My bad, I had no idea.

staygrounded69: Yeah set it up not too long ago which fuck, I left you on read cause things were all over the place with work. Sorry for that

Your heart felt warm and you were glad to redirect the heat in your pants to somewhere more productive. Preferably that would’ve been your brain but that didn’t work even when Abby wasn’t involved.

its cool, I get it

staygrounded69: Now about that date

I'd love to but I happen to live a few

countries away from yours

staygrounded69: Then how about you make some time for me and we can play a game together sometime this week?

you bit your lip. You could not believe this. You would go on call with her. The most beautiful woman to ever grace this planet wanted to go on a call with you and play a game. Ha! and people say romance is dead

deal ���

you said and content you locked your phone and took a seat at the bus stop waiting for your ride. You felt a little more appreciative of how your week ended after all

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coming next: cotton exploring Abbys OF page so next episode will finally have some spice <3

thank you for reading

[girldreaming]

cherry waves

subby!abby x reader blurb

porn without plot kind of day >:) abby the deftones princess

summary: sex with abby and she goes all mushy and subby bc i can’t stop thinking about her <3

warnings: nsfw, choking/breath play but mostly hand on throat abby receiving, finger sucky, fingering abby receiving, oral but no description, horny

wc: 1.3k lil shortie

all lowercase and not really proofread

minors go away please I will block you!!

literally no plot just sex under the cut!

“fuck, that feels so good,” abby whines, her right hand leaving its place on your head and going straight to her mouth, teeth biting into the knuckle of her index finger.

for as long as you'd known abby you'd known about her habit of putting things in her mouth, "its like, i dont know, my dad told me it was called an oral fixation, or something, apparently had it since i was a baby," she'd said to you before, when you asked her why she was always nibbling on her fingertips, always biting you - always sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of your thighs, your stomach.

"s' comforting, that's all," she'd smile.

you hum, pushing her thighs apart and they stay, a clear indication you’re beginning to pull out that part of her, the one you only catch glimpses of when you’ve got abby on her back, or on her knees.

she was tired, had just gotten back from a three-day patrol, fresh stitches adorning her arm, blossoms of purple maculating her skin. you'd helped her clean her fingernails, dirt, and blood packed underneath them and encrusted onto her cuticles.

“that was fucking brutal.” she sighed as she walked into your shared space, you waiting for her with tea in the kitchen. she’d looked rough too, her clothes caked with mud and her hair barely kept in the braid you'd done. she was quick to drop her pack and walk over to you, careful not to touch you with her rather grimy hands, leaning her head down to drop a much-needed peck.

it wasn’t long before you'd sent her to the bathroom for a shower, offering to join her but she declined. “you smell like home, don’t you dare.” she’d said, a small "sit with me?" spilling from her lips.

which of course you did, her talking through what she experienced and you glad she couldn’t see your face as it would twist with worry.

but you had her now, you were taking care of her and she was so safe.

“yeah?” you ponder, breath fanning against her core. It always made you feel so powerful when she got this way, gave you an idea of how she must feel all the time.

made fucking sense with the ego she seems to have.

All she can do in response is nod, not a shut up or fuck you. a gentle, slow nod. Her eyebrows are so raised, so furrowed it looks like she's about to start crying.

“abby, it’s okay.” you whisper, your free hand running up the length of her stomach to take her hand out of her mouth, replacing it with your thumb. her spit wet fingers clasp around your wrist, keeping your thumb in her mouth, tongue swirling against the pad of it, teeth just grazing the tip of your nail.

the feeling of her groaning against your own flesh goes straight to the pit of your stomach, a small sound making its way out of you in response. the vibration alone enough to make you feel like you were floating.

abby pulls your hand down, fingers sitting atop yours as she places your hand on her throat, in order to reach, you take your mouth off of her slit, fingers still working their way in and out.

you get up from your own position and push your weight up onto your knees, kneeling in between her own, your body slightly leaning over hers.

can't get over how good she looks right now, how well she’s taking your fingers, your hand on her throat. her eyes big and wide and her wet hair in pieces sticking to her forehead.

“you look so pretty, abs.” you breathe and her eyes close, creases and wrinkles replacing the blue you’re used to.

“so pretty when i fuck the words outta you, huh?” you add, testing your luck.

she laughs, the sound muffled by the hand on her throat. the sound is so low and long, her body shaking softly from the force of it.

“think i like you better with your mouth on my cunt, big shot.” she chuckles, her eyes unscrewing, a smile replacing the lust-driven frown she always got. it's nice to know she was still in there somewhere.

“cant be mean now, i know you’re close, can barely move my fingers.” you just can’t seem to stop hitting the squishy pad of tissue buried inside of her, your hooked fingers relentlessly pressing and prodding. a squeeze here and there, she liked that didn’t she.

“fuck yes.” her head tilts back, thighs wanting so badly to squeeze around your forearm. you begin to move your hand off of her throat, wanting to put your mouth back on her as well but you’re shocked when her hand grips yours, tightening your hold.

“don’t, gonna cum like this.” she’s nodding again, eyes opened slightly, looking down at you but unwilling to make direct eye contact. this was definitely a first, you thought. abby always begged you for your mouth, always needed something on her clit to cum.

then you realize, she’s looking at your fingers, mouth agape. she’s in awe at the sight of them, the only noises bouncing off the walls being abby’s stuttered breathing and the wetness your fingers keep fucking in and out of her.

“please,” she whimpers, hand leaving yours on her throat and going to her inner thigh, pinching and grabbing at the skin there, trying to keep her own legs open. she’s still looking at your glistening fingers working into her, eyes drifting up your forearm to your chest, and finally your face.

your hand leaves her throat then, pressing into the belly of her stomach, feeling her abs tense. you were trying to hold her down, knowing the way her hips would soon be bucking. you pick up one of your knees, placing it on top of her thigh, not enough to hurt but enough for her to feel it if she tried to squirm, your other knee spreading her legs wider.

“i want it, abs, want you to come,” you reassure her and she groans, hips rocking against your fingers despite your hand pressing them down.

“been so good.” she whines, eyes fluttering up towards yours.

don’t know about that, you thought, but fuck, you didn’t want to ruin her moment.

you nod at her, thumb starting to rub at her clit.

“so good, mouse.” you lie, feeling her body tense and your fingers get squished as her walls contract, her breathing picking up into whimpers that swell into moans, her eyes leaving yours as her head tilts back, hand shooting to your wrist, holding it still.

you don’t know where the nickname came from if it was because of her mousy blonde hair, the quiet nature she had when you first met her, or the way she was everywhere all the time. her tendency to steal your food, waiting around so she could have whatever was left. she was simply - in spirit - similar to a mouse.

your thumbs slow their circles, but her chest continues to heave, bicep coming up to cover her face, wipe the sweat, you’re not really sure. your fingers leave her, her hand retreating up to her chest, palm resting against her heart. her damp towel still sits on the bed, and you grab it to wipe your hand off, abby's eyes following your every movement.

“fuck.” she pants, blinking a few times.

you rub at her thighs, trying to get her to relax by drawing circles, watching her breathing slow.

“hmm, c’mere,” she manages, motioning you over to her with her hands.

she pulls you into her chest, both of you bare and warm and frankly, a bit sticky. it’s quiet for a moment, her arms wrapping you up into her and her lips sloppily kissing your head.

“you okay?” you whisper into her chest.

“i’m good, baby.” she says back into your ear. you pull yourself up, supported by your elbows so your stomach is on top of hers, planting a soft kiss to her lips. her hand goes to your jaw, pulling you back in.

“be better if you were sitting on my face though.” she doesn’t miss a beat.

[melonminnie]

Requested by @liawoo:Hiii!!! I'm here to ask bout an Atil Takar x Reader can be fem or they/them ! Their relationship is like a puppy love and them being a parent to lil Lyrica! Haha if that's okay :P

And say “I miss you” -Atil x fem! Reader

-Tysmmmm for requesting enjoy <333 this is my first time writing 4 atil So Ty again hehehe lyrica is sorta OCC sorry ☹️ </3

Atil was ranting about something that was Going on with him, a few moments ago he had barged into your room with desserts in his hand ready to hang out with you knowing he wasn’t supposed to.

“Atil what are you doing this time?” She acted shocked as if he hadn’t done this a million times, “hanging out with you of course” he stated laying on the girls bed with a smile on his face.

He put his hands behinds his head and still laid down, “what are you even doing at this hour still awake?” He asked his blue eyes focused on her.

“I couldn’t sleep” she stated, “Why are you here?” She questioned him. “Same reason” he replied.

there was a moment of silence on both your parts, for some reason this was the first time none of you could utter a word to each other, maybe it was just sleep taking over your body but the boy looked troubled.

“What’s wrong you look sad” she asked, rubbing her eyes. “Nothing..” he replied his eyes drifting away, “Open your mouth” The girl stated grabbing a cookie from the tray, He complied opening his mouth, the sweetness of the desert filling his mouth his eyes light up slightly.

“Please don’t be sad” She smiled, “I won’t as long as your with me I’m happy”.

The next day was going usually okay as normal, Except you and the prince had something planned today, but he didn’t want to let you go from the brink of dawn he’d forced you to follow him like a duck.

it would’ve been fine if you weren’t as busy as you were, “Atil can I leave now?” The girl questioned impatiently, “Nooo, Why do you wanna leave me?” He whined, his head rested on his desk piles of books around him.

“Because I’m busy too you know!” She explained, “I’ll take over your work then” he murmured staring at his assistant (forgot his name sorry)

You swore you saw him cry at that moment, “I need to meet lyrica too” you stated again, “Mmmm I’ll go with you” he declared standing up.

“Are you sure?” She smiled standing up with him, “Yeah I am” he answered eagerly grabbing your hand and practically running out of the room to his younger sisters.

The door was pushed open by force, Before the crown prince declared his presence, “I’m here!~” he answered smiling, the brown haired girl turned her head at the voice her eyes lighting up.

“Atil!, y/n” she ran up to the two hugging them, “How are you?” The older girl asked, “I’m Perfectly fine!” She chirped smiling, “What’re you doing?” Atil asked scanning the room.

“Nothing! I was eating cake with brin” she replied, “Y/n! Join me” she insisted, “I can join you later, I have something later so I can’t eat right now” she apologized.

“What are you doing” she asked tilting her head, y/n hesitated for a moment looked into atils eyes for confirmation, he shrugged giving her the green light.

“I’m gonna eat with atil later” she answered, “Ohhh! Where I wanna know” she urged, “In the garden” Y/n stood up brushing the dust of her dress.

“Can I come? Pretty please?” She questioned. The entire room was silent for a few minutes, “Of course the more the merrier, only you though don’t invite anyone else” Atil interrupted.

After a few hours, the three of you were seated together on the ground. Assortments of food spread on the cloth.

“Waah! There’s so much food” The princess stared at the food in glee, “wait can I eat this!?” She questioned staring at Atil, the boy nodded staring at her.

Lyrica took the invitation eating as much as she can and as fast as she can, “Lyrica please don’t eat fast you’ll get hiccups” The older girl warned, lyrica noted that and started eating slowly.

After the three of you finished, You noticed there were some food on her face.

“Lyrica” you spoke, she turned her head towards yours, “You have food on your face, here” Y/n took a handkerchief and wiped the girls face.

“Thank you!” She thanked the girl going back to her conversation with Atil. For a few moments Atil didn’t process what his sister was saying.

he leaned forward, indicating he wanted to say something in your ear, you leaned forward towards the boy giving him your ear.

“I’m glad I met you y/n” he whispered.

[cheolhub]

AJKLSDFH MR. JOSHUA FROM LA AS A SUGAR DADDY 😳

he’d probably take you on lots of international flights and shopping at rodeo drive to show you off !! just imagine attending fancy charity events with being his arm candy and he’s just so smug about being with you knowing that you automatically capture everyone’s attention in the room

… thots on sugar daddy!shua brat taming tho? 👁️👁️

it’s currently nighttime for me and i spent the most of the day catching up on work bc i procrastinated during break sar save my sanity🧍‍♀️

p.s. as someone taehyun biased i just saw the pic you posted and maybe i will not be getting sleep tonight

p.p.s. my keyboard now has seungschlong autocorrected next to seungcheol

CHARITY GALAS W/ SD!JOSHUA. that’s the thought.

shua will get you all pretty for him, buying you the nicest cocktail dress money can get and he’ll take you to the snazzy occasion. he knows all eyes will be on you as soon as you walk in because you are the most elegant and beautiful person in the room. he can’t help but feel proud that you’re his pretty baby.

joshua also knows how you get at these events— bored and undeniably horny. so he gives you a lil incentive. if you’re good for him, he’ll give you everything you want. he’ll devour you, fuck you dumb, and fill you up just like you love. he says you won’t even be there long, that as soon as the hosts announce the charity the organization has chosen that he’ll give his donation and take you home— so, naturally, you agree.

but after being with you for so long, he definitely knows that… you’ve never really cared for the incentives. you like when he’s mean. when he puts you in your place.

that’s why he’s not really surprised when your hand starts rubbing at his thigh under the table or when you press your lips to his ear and whisper, “when can we go home, shua…‘m so wet.”

he just smirks, shaking his head. he gives you a chance, though he knows you wont take it. “be good, baby.” he’ll say sweetly, but there’s a sternness in his hushed voice that has your stomach flipping in anticipation.

when you ignore demand, hand palming over his cock with a cheeky smirk on your face, he knows you’ve decided your fate.

so he lets you tease him for the remainder of the night. lets you whisper into his ears about how much you want him. then, when you get home, he’ll give you the opposite of what you’d agreed on earlier.

he’ll push you to your knees while you’re still in your pretty dress and make you take his cock down your throat till your mascara runs. he’s ruthless, too, thrusting into your constricting throat calling you all these degrading things that make you and your pussy cry.

then when you still haven’t apologized for your behavior… when you still wear that stupid, smug grin on your face, he’ll edge you for what feels like hours. he’ll start with his fingers— fuck them into you relentlessly and when you’re just about to cum, he’ll pull them out, reveling in the way you sob out his name. he’ll wait a few minutes and when your orgasm dissipates, he’ll bring you to your high just to rip it away all over again.

when you’re finally incessantly apologizing, he coos. “you’re cute, do you wanna cum that bad, doll?” and when you cry out a ‘yes.’ he just chuckles meanly before gripping your jaw and ghosting his lips over yours, “well, maybe you should’ve thought of that when you were acting like a slut tonight.”

needless to say, he does let you cum at the very end of the night because he doesn’t have it in him to leave you high n dry.

(he very much feels bad abt it the next day, though, so he spoils you with morning head and a day full of shopping <3)

[songbirdtales]

Trust Me, It Doesn't Happen

A little lil break up conversation between the songbird and ascended astarion. There's no way in the 9 hells they'd become a vampire spawn for him, and I dont imagine he could stay with them without that control so... Also this is the stuff ive been working on for my dnd campaign and when I tell you I've made 3 players and myself cry in sessions so far and we havent even had a group session 1 XD

“People think the greatest threat to a vampire is a cleric with a stack. It’s not. The biggest threat to a vampire is another vampire.” The words rang in their ears from months ago, the way he used to sound. Now, Astarion sounded and moved a little too perfectly. It felt unreal.

“You wouldn’t be just another spawn. You’re far more than that to me.” He looked so truly wounded by the hesitation, yet there was something missing. There was nothing behind his eyes, the mask now fully affixed to his face obscuring any truth behind it completely.

He could see the conflict in their face as their eyes studied him frantically. “They’re scheming, paranoid, power hungry beasts.” His old voice continued in their memories as they took another step away from him.

“I’d never want to control you.” He stepped forward, advancing as he saw them pulling away from him. With each step back they took, he advanced, looming as they shrunk. “I-”

“So why would any vampire give up control over a spawn? To create a competitor?” Pain formed on their face as his old voice overlapped his new.

“Love you.” He looked so sincere, so warm, but his voice sounded just like the first time he’d ever said it. When he was lying.

“They wouldn’t.” Astarion could see Tav visibly wince, as if someone were twisting a knife in their side before all emotion drained from their face.

“That’s what you’ve been waiting to hear, isn’t it?” He was so sure of himself, he hadn’t realized he’d already lost them.

“Trust me, It doesn't happen.” Tears welled in their eyes as they took a deep breath in and sighed out to the memory, 

“I do trust you…” They squeezed their eyes shut, tears streaming down their cheeks. “I’m sorry,” They gasped. “I can’t…”

Astarion perfect face twisted with a hint of confusion, his head tilting slightly as Tav answered his ghost. “What was that, little love?”

“This is over, whatever it was.” They let the ring drop to the floor. “I won’t be your Astarion so you can play Cazidor.”

Anger bloomed in him, instantly blossoming into aggression as he got in their face, nose to nose with them. He’d yelled at them before, but never like this. “How dare you-”

“Then tell me that’s not exactly what this would be.” They pleaded with their eyes just like they had so many times just before he'd fail them. "Tell me and I'll believe you."

He fell silent, trying to wrestle his anger down quickly for a reply but his hesitation was answer enough for the bard. The Entertainer saw the Charlatan for what he was. They always had.

“You told me exactly what vampires do and I believe what you told me then.” There was so much pain in their eyes, but he couldn’t see past his own panic as they slipped through his fingers. “I believed the old you because at least you were honest about being a liar.

“You will regret this.” He hissed as his composure cracked.

“I’m sure I will.” There was a strange calm to Tav as all the walls came back up. “If I don't come by it on my own, I’m sure you’ll make me.”

[softspiderling]

watching the teen wolf movie bc i’m bored out of my mind i’ll answer the asks when i get in the right head space guys don’t worry

@stilinskiderek this is mostly for you😭

sorry but liam speaking japanese cracked me up

the alpha???? plssss can you make it more obvious i’m crying

not allison😭

uh oh the red blinking light cannot mean smth good

jesus

LMAO SCOTT SAME

Help

what’s going on (i have not watched the trailer btw i do not know the plot)

chris’ reaction to bardo help😭😭😭

still??? like she’s been stuck between life and death for like 10ish years??

LMAO NOT BEWCON HILLS

i thought that’s where they were but i guess they’re in la

wait he hasn’t been back in beacon hills??

the way they act like they left after allison’s death lmao

bruh. i cannot look at holland the same after the shit she said about arden

HELP HAHAHAHHAHAHA

she still does the same face

the outfit is not giving

EWWWW

the ending of the series doesn’t even match up with the beginning of the movie but pop off i guess

OMG MINI STILES

you cannot tell me he’s NOT stiles’ son they’re exactly the same

HALE AUTO😭

he’s so babey

OMG ZADDY jordan

not that guy again (i forgot his name)

“his son” bruh the fixation on the jeep is family given

THAT ENTRANCE IS SENDING ME

HAHAHAHAHHA PLS CALL YOUR SON

derek is so daddy

eli is so derek and stiles’ son

“bc he knows i hate it” HELP

he even jumps out of the jeep likes stiles

he doesn’t even look like derek’s son😭

sorry but what was jeff thinking writing miniature stiles even though he despises sterek he’s so dumb

the trauma of allison’s death seems way too recent

there were like 3 seasons after her death and he never seemed to be affected by it until knoow

i know i know it’s bc of the plot

this outfit is way better

so what pairing was canon when the series ended? i legit can’t remember

EW NO

Not them

the amount of dirt seemed to have doubled in his fist lmaooo

LMAOO wait isn’t melissa here??? weird asf

jackson’s entrance is weird asf

how did lydia and stiles leave off?

jackson and ethan are still a thing😭

that is not how i pictured derek’s house to look like

LMAOOO

i missed his lil annoyed expression

THAT’S SUCH A STILES THING TO SAY

i’m so confused

LMAOOOOO

oh dang

so where’s his ‘mom’

oh jordan my man where’s all your hair

is he still a

WTF

ewwww

GROSS

Disgusting

that pairing doesn’t even make sense to me

he prolly left derek

oh man he’s so fed up poor baby

ew

skip

wasn’t he dating lydia at one point???

help that dude couldn’t have been chris right

LMAO right scott and malia used to date

awkward asf

this is so sus

what is GLING ON

OMG THWT IS NOT DEATON THATS THE NOGITSUNE i’m calling it

OMG WAIT CHRIS IS THE NOGITSUNE

LMAOOO ELI stiles’ son

it’s giving stiles

so they were walking through the woods for like an entire day

eli’s entire character is stiles coded

are they resurrecting her

they prolly did. and she’s gonna show up the next day or smth

WHAT RHE FUCK

why are all of them naked

omg it is melissa

ewwww

omg it’s coach

lmaooo

LMAOOK THE GRANPA LECTURE

“no that’s stiles’ son”

ALLISON DAME BACK TO LIFE WITH A MANICURE???

if she’s supposed to come back to life looking like she did when she died when is her hair long

why aren’t they sniffing her out

i am so confused

omg no chris 😭

bruh none of it makes sense

LMAOOKTHIS IS JUST MIRRORING STILES AND DEREK

bruh

they killed derek just like that?

doesn’t make any sense

that’s fucked up

oh okay he’s not dead yet

but like close

why isn’t he healing

doesn’t make any sense

bruh really peter

i do not understand the plot man

also liam’s role is so unnecessary??? and so is his gf??

what the hell just happened

PLSSS DEREK IS SO ADORABLE

“did you see your eyes”💀😭😭😭

LMAOOO YOU FUCKING IMBECILE I FSNT

why doesn’t derek turn into a real wolf tho

lmaooo ewwww

WHAT RHE FUCK

Emotional damage

why did derek have to sacrifice himself??? sorry but that doesn’t make ANY sense but okay

okay i need to process this shit

[garoujo]

thinkin about fucking itto against the walls of the kujou clan so sara can hear how pussy drunk you make him n that she'll never have him bc he's yours <333

・✶ ｡ﾟ sometimes itto doesn’t want to wait until you both get home.

♱ warnings — f!reader, kinda vouyerism since it hints at sara hearing you both, exhibitionism, creampie, one bite + half proof read.

♱ note — hope u enjoy dis nonnie ! i hope i did ur lil suggestion justice aaaaa . itto n exhibitonism is so <3_<3

“i just got outta jail, babe—fuck, and you’re already p-pulling a stunt like this? damn, i like your style.” itto grunts from where his hulking figure is pinning you against the wall infront of you. you couldn’t wait until you both got home, and truthfully after seeing the woman who beat your oni boyfriend during the vision hunt decree you felt something unfamiliar twist in your stomach.

but you try to remind yourself that it’s your cunt he’s sinking into right now, deliberately still in earshot of the same woman who’s a lot.. prettier than you expected her to be. the thick spread of his cock has you dizzy, the weight of his body pushing you harder against the wall as he fucks you from behind, and you can’t help but arch up into him.

“goddamn, baby. missed this pussy, hugging me real tight — think it missed m-me too.. yeah it did.” itto groans, and you hope she hears, pushing his cock deeper into your stretched cunt as his large hands curl almost too tightly around your hips.

“i missed you—ah! so much.” you hiccup, it’s whispery and choked, pulling a fucked-out groan from the man above you when he lifts his eyes to look at you, gaze heavy and piercing with need. “oh yeah? i mean, oh yeah—i bet you did.”

the heavy force of itto’s hips makes your body clap against his and you feel the dizzy spin of the walls of the kujou clan overwhelm you before your eyes close in bliss. but his pace only grows faster, rougher when he feels you squeeze around him and fuck—he’s hungry for you, losing himself in the needy pull of your body as he smears drool along the dip of your shoulder.

he takes a slow, ragged breath as he sinks deep into your doughy cunt, and even in your hazy mind you can still make-out a whispered sound from the room over despite the way itto’s balls are smacking against your clit with each thrust, leaving you breathless and forcing your attention back on him.

but then your walls clench around him tighter as you push back into his thrusts, and you hear him moan, rough and shameless when his pace stutters. “hell yeah, you were made for me.. huh, baby? that’s why we m-make such a great team—phew!”

itto groans and every slam of his hips only grows more aggressive and hard the closer you come to your end, fucking every jealous thought of sara out of your head and replacing them with a reminder of just how well he fucks you — how well he loves you.

it doesn’t take long until you’re all but melting underneath him, your lips parting to cry his name — a little too loud, but you don’t care — while you cum, your pussy bearing down unbearably tight on his sensitive cock until he’s giving into you.

itto crumbles over you to press his chest against your back with a surprised grunt, sinking his sharp teeth into your shoulder to muffle his needy groans as he spills into you and pushes his hips flush against your ass — following it with a few shallow thrusts to prolong the remnants of your pleasure.

he buries his face into the crook of your neck after, his cock still twitching and softening inside of you and you swear you hear the door in the other room slam — letting it drop you back into reality before you’re shaking your suddenly drowsy boyfriend and he’s snorting, almost proud.

“uh, yeah.. i think we gotta leave, babe. i just got outta jail, so i guess i’m kinda on probation right now.”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[petersbaby]

ALRIGHT this one is pretty rushed, I wrote it at like 12am last night, hope u like it anyway <3 I need to update the masterlist, I’ll try to do that sometime today

Stepbro!eddie x Attention wh0re reader installment #2

Warnings: possessive vibes, stepcest, oral m receiving, smut, use of “daddy” and “baby” pet names, reader is a lil crybaby

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“Okay, I’ll be right back, guys.” Eddie announces, grabbing you hard by the wrist and pulling you away. When him and his friends were all in the living room playing DND, you just so happened to “coincidentally” come in wearing a skimpy top and your too-short pajama shorts.

Your brothers friends were not the most attractive bunch, but there was one in particular that you’d started realizing is actually cute. Gareth, you think. He was definitely the best out of all of them, besides Eddie, of course. They were all gathered around the large coffee table with game pieces, papers, and soda cans all over it.

You were bored, wanted to get a little attention, and knew those virgins would give all of theirs to you. You entered the room quietly and took a seat on the couches arm rest, perched prettily and watching the boys play.

You tried your hardest to seem like you know what’s going on, observing confusedly for a few minutes.

Soon enough, they had nearly stopped playing as their eyes were glued to you and you were loving it. Eddie didn’t notice you even coming in, only noticed when the guys were distracted and not paying attention.

That’s when he looked over and saw you, a bit of anger in his eyes right away.

He pulled you into the kitchen, angry-whispering to you.

“How many times do I have to tell you, stop being a slut in front of my friends.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You say, feigning innocence.

“You know what I think? I think you can’t stand it when I pay attention to something other than you. You want to make me jealous because you know I can’t do anything about it. You’re my step sister, so I just have to sit back and let my friends drool over you. I can’t do anything about it now, but when they leave, I sure as hell can.”

The words honestly sting a bit. You were just messing around and he was genuinely angry at you. Your bottom lip quivered slightly and tears started to form in the corners of your eyes, feeling ashamed and regretful that you upset him.

His expression softens once the first tear falls, he can’t stand to see you cry.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay pretty girl. You just want attention, I know.”

You nod silently and step closer to him to rest against his chest, sniffling, and he wraps his arms around you in a brief hug.

“It’s okay. I do mean what I said, though, once they leave you’re mine. Now go back to your room, I’ll be there in a few hours.” You nod again, wiping your eyes and heading up the carpeted stairs back to your bedroom.

You were excited for him to remind you that you belonged to him and only him. That you’d never need another boy, that you don’t need to flirt with anyone else.

-

The house is quiet now, it’s 1:30 in the morning when you finally hear heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. Just jump to sit up in bed from your laying position where you had been bored and waiting.

He doesn’t knock, he doesn’t need to.

“Hi princess.” He greets you, admiring the way your face lit up from him walking in the room.

“Hi daddy.” You say softly with a smile.

“Alright, as cute as you are, I’m still gonna have to punish you a little bit. Trying to make me jealous is not a good thing to do and can’t be left unchecked.”

You just look at him, understanding. You await his instructions.

“Down. On the floor.” He commands, and you get out of bed to drop on your knees in the floor in front of him and started the process. This was something he did to “punish” you, but you secretly love it.

Looking up, your hand runs from his knee, up his thigh, then settles on his crotch. You start to grope his dick, feeling it harden quickly beneath your fingers. Once he was fully erect, you made work of the belt buckle then the button and zipper on his jeans, pushing them and his underwear down his thighs.

You look up at him through your dark lashes, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. You lick it all over, teasingly, but you didn’t do it long enough for him to protest as you took the tip in your mouth and swirled your tongue around it.

“Shit.” He comments, which eggs you on. You take more length, hollowing out your cheeks and watch as his head is tossed back. His hand comes to the back of your head, where he got a fist full of your hair.

Using this, he starts to push you down onto him, shoving more and more inches into your mouth. You shut your eyes now, focusing on breathing.

“This body, this sweet little mouth, all mine. No other guy could ever make you feel even close to the way I do.”

You take the verbal abuse because you know it’ll be over soon, that the anger will subside and he will be sweet with you.

“Gotta hear you say it.” He pulls your head off of him. “Who do you belong to? Who’s the one person you really want?”

“You,” you mutter, lips wet with drool and eyes glistening with tears. “Only you, daddy.”

“Good girl. Lay down.” He pulls you up by the hand and you fall backwards onto the bed.

He pulls off his shirt and frees himself from the restraint of his jeans on his legs, then comes to stand above you.

He pulls down your little tank top, exposing your bare breasts, then grabs the sides of your shorts. In the same motion, he hooks his fingers in the band of your panties, pulling everything down as you lay beneath him almost bare.

“So pretty, baby.” He compliments, letting his hands roam across your chest and squeeze your tits. He runs his thumb over your nipple, making it pebble up even harder and then he does the same to the other one. His fingers are cool, but not quite cold. They run up and down your sides.

Now hovering above you as you stare up at him with love, he wastes no more time and you feel the tip sitting right where it needs to be, right in front of your entrance. He pushes in the tip, slowly giving his cock to you inch by inch as you whined at the amazing stretch.

You had to fight back the urge to beg for more, you were going to be grateful for what he was giving you. You gasp once he finally bottoms out, crying “thank you, thank you.”

“Good manners, baby. You’re welcome.” He says proudly, before beginning to move.

“You just needed a little love, huh?”

“Mhmm” you whine.

“So goddamn tight, squeezin’ me, fuck.”

You drink in his words like wine, something bitter but equally sweet.

“Like being your doll, want you to use me.” You gasp out.

“Yeah? Just use you like a fuck toy? You like that?”

“Mhm” you repeat, brain feeling as if it’s melting.

“You know that means you don’t finish, don’t you?” He asks, seeing if that makes you second guess your statement.

“It’s okay, sometimes I’m bad so don’t deserve to.”

“You aren’t that bad, baby.”

He tries to help flip you over onto your stomach. “Ass up, please”, he asks, and you lift your bottom half up on your knees and arch your back. He gives your ass a smack, not too hard but unexpectedly so you yelp.

He slides into your wet heat seamlessly and starts pounding into you hard, making you cry and moan even more than you were in the previous position.

“Sound so pretty but you have to be quiet.” He warns, and you bite your hand to stop it and obey him. “Good girl.” Again. It never gets old. He finds a pace that feels amazing for the both of you, fucking you hard with his hands gripped on your ass for leverage. He keeps hitting a spot deep inside you relentlessly until you’re begging for mercy, for release.

“Go ahead, cum, baby.” He grunts out from behind you and you let go after two or three more strokes. He lets out a string of curse words when he feels you tighten and spasm around him, cumming right after you. The warmth fills you inside and your body falls limp, unable to hold itself up any longer.

Once he catches his breath, he pulls his boxers back on and walks across your room towards your dresser. When he returns to you, he offers a pair of your panties, plain black cotton.

You take them and slide them on, knowing he loved the idea of you keeping his cum where it should be for as long as it’s possible. It created a large wet spot, but did not manage to escape and run down your thighs.

“Sleep in those, okay? I love you. Goodnight.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head before walking back to his room to go to sleep.

[txdxsh1]

HQ COUPLE PICTURES: YOUR BIRTHDAY EDITION !!

genre: fluff, comfort, and a lil crack

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsuro, sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya

important: all these take place in the timeskip unless stated otherwise !

authors note: hello wonderful people, i honestly don’t think this is going to preform very well but i hope a few of you still enjoy it <3 love you guys always

ushijima wakatoshi:

stop he is so cute

even though he tries really hard, he can’t get the day off from practice for your birthday :(

so by the time you wake up he’s already gone and you’re kind sad but understand

but you walk to the kitchen and see ALL those flowers 🥺🥺

he also left you a really cute love letter and ur basically crying cause ??? that’s SO cute ????

he calls you when they’re on a lunch break and he’s just really happy that you liked the flowers

so you go about your day doing whatever and have no idea that he got out early so he could prepare a surprise 🫢

you finally come home and hear noise coming from the bathroom (??)

you walk in to see the cute bath, candles, and champagne he prepared and AAAAA 🥹🥹

he sees your reaction and just smiles and walks over to kiss you

“happy birthday, my love”

brb sobbing my eyes out

oikawa tooru:

he really wants to be extra for you

but he’s just a broke high schooler 😭

however that does NOT stop him from doing his absolute best to make your birthday amazing

he starts off by knocking at your door SO early and ur like who the hell ??? 🤨🤨

only for you to open it and see ur boyfriend with coffee, donuts, and a gift in his hands 🥹

AND he looks so happy to see you 🥺🥺

he’s all like “hi baby, this is for you” SHUT UP HE SAYS IT SO SOFTLY AND SWEETLY

sobbing, crying, throwing up

you guys spend the morning together before he has to go but he won’t tell you where’s he off to

you don’t mind tho cause you have a plans with your close friends and he promised that he’d pick you up later on

so then the evening comes along and you’ve already such a great day

oikawa comes to pick you up and take you to his house

he turns on his lights and tell me why the other members of the seijoh 4 pop out and say “SURPRISE” 😭😭😭😭😭

THEYRE SO CUTE STOP

oikawa spent the whole afternoon trying to set up a cute little party for you with balloons, food, flowers, and your favorite flavor cake 😭🫶

and so the rest of the night is the 5 of you just having fun at your little surprise birthday party 🥹

kuroo tetsuro:

where do i even begin with this man

he wants to go ALL out pffft

honestly i don’t even know how this man did this all while you were asleep ??

but you wake up to a cake, flowers, and a bunch of balloons by your guys’ bed 🥺

he is SO happy when he sees you being all surprised and excited

“don’t worry baby, that’s just the start 😎”

it was, in fact, just the start

like he spends the whole day with you and when you guys arrive back home in the afternoon , he gives you all your presents ☹️

no cause tell me why this man hid them in the most random places LMAO

he’s pulling gift bags out of the attic and under the kitchen sink HAHAH

omg but i bet he got such thoughtful gifts too

okay but then he tells you to get ready but won’t tell you where you’re going

very suspicious coming from him 🤨

he takes you to the park at sunset and has a whole romantic picnic set up for you 😭😭😭😭

why is he so unintentionally good at being aesthetic tho ??

okay WAIT but then he reveals his last gift and it’s a PROMISE RING !!!1!1!1!

shut up i’m sobbing

sakusa kiyoomi:

okay i have a hc that sakusa is a really good gift giver

so this man just goes all out

you wake up and notice the gifts in the corner of the room like 😦😦⁉️

and then this man just walks in with cups of coffee and a little smug face

“oh good you’re awake” UWBHDBS

he hands you your coffee and just watches you open everything

omg no but he was so relieved when you said you didn’t want a party 😭

you guys spend the whole day together doing anything you wanted to do <3

then later on at night he makes you a really cute candlelit dinner 🥺

and for dessert you guys share that little cake 😭😭😭

he even sings you happy birthday which surprises u cause you’ve NEVER heard this man sing 😳

honestly it was a chill day but omi tried his best to make you feel special 🥲

atsumu miya:

okay but can you imagine high school atsumu being broke but still trying his best to do something for your birthday 🥺

he calls you the minute it’s your birthday and starts yelling (yes literally YELLING) about how much he loves you and how excited he is for you

“MY BABY HAPPY BIRTHDAY OH MY GOD YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME I LOVE YOU”

later on he texts you the picture of all those happy meals with absolutely no context ?? 🤨 like sir ????

arrives at your door like 5 minutes later with a smug look on his face

you guys spend the afternoon munching on chicken nuggets, burgers, and fries while watching your favorite show

oh my god shut up and then not too long after, suna and osamu show up at your door with a cake 😭😭

you were informed that osamu baked it and atsumu decorated it HAHAH

tell him he did a good job PLS he was so proud of how it came out 😭😭

the boys sing you happy birthday but none of you could be bothered to cut slices so they’re like “eh fuck it” AND JUST STRAIGHT UP EAT IT WHOLE IN THE CONTAINER

it was a good day overall ☺️

reblogs are greatly appreciated !

[erodasfishtacos]

how about when they first noticed ezra was a nervous and anxious baby ?

Seperation

prompt: the moment when h and yn decide that Ezra needs to see a therapist.

warnings: angst

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It’s late at night, like 3 in the morning, and Harry was down in Atlanta for three games with the Braves.

Easton and Cash had long adjusted to their father being away for short spurts of time - doesn’t mean they don’t miss him but they know he’ll come back to them.

Ezra was another story.

YN felt dread anytime he went away for a game because her youngest got so anxious and had trouble sleeping.

He was usually okay during the day (Harry was gone for practice and obligations during most mornings and afternoons).

It was at night time.

She really didn’t want to call and bother her husband because he had just played a game that went into three innings of overtime and had gotten a gnarly bruise on his thigh from a ball hitting him as he batted.

When they’d FaceTimed after the game, about eight, he had been so exhausted in his hotel room that his eyes were nearly closing as he spoke to her.

Now at three, three in the morning, Ezra still hasn’t went to bed because of how fussy and tearful he was - babbling about his father.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” He was whining into his mother’s neck, his hot tears rolling down his cheeks and onto her skin.

“Ezzie, baby. We have to calm down. Mama’s here and daddy is okay, he’s just working,” She murmured to him for the hundredth time that night.

YN was sat in the den with him because she didn’t want him waking up his brothers or his little sister who just begun to sleep through the night for the most part.

At one point, she did stir for a night feeding, and as YN sat on her bed - Briar latched sleepily, Ezra was nestled tightly into her other side.

When it hit three-thirty, she began to feel herself get frustrated because she couldn’t fix the situation - no matter what she did.

She knew once tears began rolling down her own cheeks that she had to call Harry.

It was never that she was worried he would be mad that she called, she just felt guilty because he had worked so hard already that day.

YN reaches for her phone, taking a deep inhale before pressing his contact for facetime.

It rings three times before it’s picked up, completely dark in his room, and he rasps out drowsily, “Wha’s going on, mama? Y’alright? The babies alright?”

“I-I can’t get him to settle,” YN takes a deep breath, the sleep deprivation making her want to just break down and sob.

“Daddy? Daddy, daddy, daddy,” Ezra just chants, eyes wide on the screen, searching for his father to just appear but all he sees is darkness.

That causes him to just start bawling his eyes out when he can’t will his father onto the phone like he wants.

“Whoa, Ezzie. Sweet boy, c’mon. Y’gotta breathe s’daddy can understand you,” Harry coos, stirring to turn on the light and illuminate his pillow-creased face.

“Daddy!” His voice is shrill, high-pitched and it makes YN’s ears ring.

“Ezra Duke,” Harry says a little more firmly, “Daddy can’t understand you when you scream, okay?”

The little boy sniffles and tries to catch his breath, leaning into where YN is rubbing soothing circles into his back.

“Miss you,” His son whimpers sadly, bringing his voice down a notch, “Come home, please.”

“I am flying’ home tomorrow, bab. Daddy will be home around noon but you have to be good for mama,” He says, voice still smooth and calm.

“Now!” Ezra screams in a way he usually never does and then continues, “Now! Now daddy! Now!”

Both parents are taking aback, Harry with wide eyes and parted lips as he watching his son through his phone and YN just squeezes her eyes shut, exhaling out of her mouth.

“Mama, breathe,” Harry directs towards her, can tell how overwhelmed she is getting from all the chaos of his screaming.

“Daddy, daddy,” Ezra blubbers, green eyes angry and anxious at the same time, “Please, home!”

YN hears noise from behind her, to see her eight year old padding into the room with his unruly curls poking every which way.

“Mama, is Ezzie okay?” Easton wonders, knuckling his eyes sleepily and then Cash follows right behind him in his dinosaur pajamas.

“Fuck, he woke up the boys,” YN informs Harry tearfully, “I just…I don’t know what to do. I can’t do anything to make him feel better.”

The older boys peek into the screen to smile at their dad and Harry gives them a tense smile, “Hi boys, I know Ez is being loud but can y’two be good f’your mama and go back to bed?”

They agree, giving their upset brother a kiss and then their mom before talking quietly to each other as they walk up the stairs.

“Daddy? Home, please! Hold me!” Ezra wails, clinging to his mother’s neck tightly enough to hurt as he tantrums.

“This is the worst it’s ever been, he’s normally stopped before I’ve had to call you,” YN groans, rocking him swiftly against her for lack of a better idea.

“Wait…” Harry sits up, scrubbing a hand over his puffy face, “Has this been happening’ every time m’away?”

“It just started two to three months ago but he’s always been able to be calmed down within an hour or so,” YN replies, shushing Ezra as he babbles over and over again daddy, daddy, daddy.

Harry’s jaw tightens and his frown settles into a deep crease, “Well why a’ve you not told me that m’baby has been cryin’ for me when I’m gone? Do y’not think that’s important?”

YN recognizes his irritation and is running on less than five hours of sleep over two days and may he’s it back with an even sharper tone.

“We can’t change that you’re gone. I’m trying to handle it, Harry.”

“Y’not doin’ a bloody good job at it!” Harry bites back in frustration, heart pounding in desperation as he hears his son cry for him.

“Daddy, daddy, come on.”

Then YN looks at him with watering, hurt eyes, “I’m doing my best. You’re not here, I can’t make you appear. I’m trying to calm him down without having to wake you up.”

And Harry shouldn’t but he’s angry and misses his babies - all of them but especially the one who needs him the most right now.

“Y’dont think I deserve to know tha’ Ezra’s been acting like this?” Harry snaps before adding, “In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.”

And wow, those words hit her like a ton of bricks. It was instilling all the insecurities that she had bubbling in her chest.

In this situation, y’best isn’t good enough because he’s still crying and y’still haven’t been able to settle him.

Harry automatically knows that he spoke before he thought and he let his stressed out mind say untrue hurtful things.

He part his lips about to speak before YN cuts him off.

“If you can do it so much better than me, fucking good you. Then come home and fix this because I give up,” YN laughs without humor, finger finding the red button to hang out and disconnecting.

Harry tried calling back over and over and over but YN just hangs her head, sniffling, as she watches her tired, anxious little son finally drift off to sleep.

At some point, her phone stops ringing when he’s given up and it doesn’t ring again until for another thirty minutes.

She knew he was going to keep calling until she picked up - had been that way since they first started dating.

By now, Ezra was asleep in his room and YN was sat against their headboard - having tossed the tear soaked shirt she had on off and was feeding Briar once more.

The millionth facetime request comes through and finally she swipes to answer, he’s furious right as they connect, “D’you have any idea how worried I am? Y’cant ju-“

He stops himself when he sees his baby girl pop her head from her mother’s breast with puffy lips and look at the screen, “Dadadadada.”

“Oh, hi lil’ mama,” Harry changes his tone completely, face softening - “Did I interrupt y’eatin’? S’mama being so nice and feeding you?”

Briar just smiles with a gapped baby tooth smile, a dimple pushing into her left cheek as she does so.

“Guess I’m good for one thing, right? A fucking milk-maker,” YN scoffs at her husband’s opposite tone as she guides Briar gently back down to finish her meal.

Harry frowns, “Y’know tha’s not anything near the truth and tha’ I think you’re the best mama to our babies. M’just upset.”

“You told me my best wasn’t good enough, I can’t believe you would say something like tha’ to me,” YN begins to sniffle again.

“Sweetheart, m’sorry. I ju-“

“What did you call for, Harry? It’s nearly four-thirty in the morning and I haven’t slept for nearly two days now. I want to feed her and go to sleep,” YN’s voice is disconnected and exhausted.

“To talk, I didn’t say how I was feeling correctly-“

“When you come home tomorrow you can fix everything and I’ll let you because I’m not doing a good enough job,” His wife cuts him off again.

Harry starts to feel a ball of worry form in his throat as he hears how unemotional and distance his wife sounds with him.

He had totally said the wrong things as his wife was just trying to do her best at balancing four babies while he was away.

“Please, let me apologize-“

“I would like to go to sleep. Please don’t call back,” YN responds before ending the phone call and leaving the screen dark.

They rarely ever fought. Especially like this.

He’s man enough to admit that he cries after he tries calling back (even though she said not to) and it went straight to voicemail.

-

He tries facetiming in the morning, at around nine right before if flight takes off - surprised when it actually was picked up.

Harry only sees YN for a brief moment before she’s propping up the camera on the kitchen table so that Easton and Cash are in view eating pancakes and Briar is in her high chair with blueberries staining her chubby cheeks.

Ezra must still be in bed.

“Hi bubbies,” Harry greets with a smile as they’re curls shake as they look up with excited smiles.

“Daddy! You comin’ home?” Cash squeaks excitedly through a mouthful of food.

“Hi dad!” Easton chimes in, waving.

Briar is only half-interested, more taken by the fact that if she squishes the berries between her fingers they turn mushy, babbles out a, “Daddadaa.”

“I’ll be home in like three hours, ‘kay” Harry informs them - his heart aches to be there right now with theme

“Ezzie cried all night,” Cash let’s his father know.

“Mama cried too,” Easton whispers, like it’s a secret that he doesn’t want her to hear, “I think she is really sad.”

Harry squeezes his eyes shut for a minute, “I know. Ezzie was sad last night. Can I talk to mama?”

Easton looks to his mother off camera as she must say something to him to repeat to Harry, “Mama said that she is busy and she’ll see you when you get home.”

He clenches his fist off camera, trying to smile but he knows it’s terse as he says, “Alright, I love you all. See y’when I get home.”

-

Meanwhile, YN gets all the children settled after breakfast.

Easton, Cash, and Ezra in the backyard - the two older ones digging holes for bugs and the younger playing in the sandbox.

Briar was snoozing in the cradle of YN’s elbow as she sat on a chaise - watching the kids.

She hits the number she was looking for, waiting for it to ring, and then she hears, “Hillside Pediatrics, this is Jess.”

The office knew the family well because Harry is Harry Styles and they have four children who visit there.

YN inquires about therapeutic options for him, resources, and if they had any recommendations for where to take him.

Like the super mom she is, she manages to set up an intake appointment that evening (which was a miracle on its own), call Anne and ask to watch the other children, and then take a deep breathe.

Harry steps through the back door, dressed in his usual Yankees hoodie, Nike shorts, and trainers looking tanner than before.

“Hi bubbies!” He greets, basking in when all of his children look up and squeal excitedly at the sight of their father.

Easton and Cash are the fastest, racing to cling to each legs and nuzzle into his thigh with a tight hug.

Ezra is slower, by the time he’s arrived to his father - there was no room for him to shuffle in and he automatically lets out an earth-shattering wail.

Just like before.

“Daddy! Hold me! Daddy, hold me please!” His youngest son begs desperately, stretching up his arms, and letting hot tears stream down his cheeks.

Harry tuts, reaching for him and popping him on his hip but Ezra has other ideas - scrambling until his nose is pressed into the curve of Harry’s neck with his arms wrapped tightly around him.

“Ezzie, c’mon now,” Harry titters softly, reaching down to give both of his other boys a kiss on the head before they dart back off to play.

“Daddy, miss you,” Ezra blubbers sadly, Harry wincing when his son yanks a bit in his longer curls by the nape of his neck.

“Y’okay, daddy’s got you. Relax, breathe bubba,” His father reassured him, swaying softly back and forth until he’s just sniffing.

“We have an appointment with a children’s play therapist for him later at five,” YN tells him, shushing Briar who’s squeaking from the noise.

Harry takes a deep inhale, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Can we talk now since y’been ignoring my calls?”

YN bristles at the attitude in his tone, “Excuse me if I’d rather not be critiqued on my skills as a mother when I am sleep-deprived and stressed out.”

He clenches his jaw, speaking lowly with firmness, “Y’bein’ absurd! I didn’t critique to you, y’blowing things out of proportion! Y’the one who didn’t tell me this was going on!”

“It didn’t get that bad until last night! I could handle it - he would just be upset for a little before bed but he’d never got that anxious before,” She justifies, returning the glare he’s giving her.

“Didn’t think y’could mentioned it to me? I have a right to know, he’s m’baby too. I could have fix this yet you were letting him suffer,” Harry bites out but know as soon as it’s out of his mouth that he wishes he could swallow the words back down.

You were letting him suffer.

YN doesn’t even argue back, just starts bawling because of how hurtful those words were and how could he even say that?

“Mama, fuck- I didn’t, I’m just-“

His wife gets up without a word, using Briar’s blanket to wipe at her wet cheeks, and vanishing through the sliding back doors.

Ezra was snoozing peacefully on him and he couldn’t leave the boys outside alone so he resorts to sitting down on one of the outdoor couches and curse internally.

He couldn’t believe he was being so cruel. He just felt so….betrayed that she hadn’t told him what had been going on and he felt like he was letting down Ezra.

It was a nasty feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach because he was away so much from his family and it was stressful for everyone.

He wanted to cry at the idea of his son crying for him every night.

-

Harry starts to get anxious when YN isolates herself in their bedroom with Briar for the next upcoming hours.

He knocks softly, opening the door to YN turned on her side away from him, under the covers, with Briar asleep in her bassinet asleep.

“Mama? Y’awake?” Harry murmurs cautiously with a sandwich and chips since she’d disappeared and hadn’t been down once, water in the other hand.

“Are the boys okay?” YN asks quietly, not bothering to turn over to face him.

“Yes, babies are fine. They’re watchin’ Toy Story right now, eatin’ lunch,” Harry replies, eyes falling in his beautiful little daughter.

“If the boys are fine then I don’t want you in here,” YN tells him with an angry tone but low enough that it won’t disturb Briar.

Harry nearly whimpers.

“Baby, please. We need to talk-“

“If the boys are fine, I want you to leave me alone.”

Harry hesitates by the door, feeling helpless as he slips the plate onto the dresser in case she is hungry but he doubts she’ll touch it.

“Alright, I’ll leave y’be. Call me if y’need anythin’ or help with Briar,” He offers, trying to buy time in the room.

She laughs sarcastically, “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re notified because I can’t do a good enough job myself.”

Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair, trying to conjure up the perfect words to fix this situation but it’s interrupted.

“Daddy? Daddy? Where? Hold me!” Ezra screeches as Easton stands outside the door with him, holding his hand.

“Dad, he won’t stop,” The oldest complains with annoyance as Ezra scurries to his father and up into his arms.

“Daddy daddy,” He chants into his father’s skin with relief.

“Thank y’East, Ezzie’s been sad lately. Huh?” Harry replies, thumbing at Easton’s cheek.

The oldest shrugs, “Not always. Mama cheers him up all the time with kisses and hugs.”

Harry gazes back to the lump under the blankets and feels himself getting choked up. He really really regretted his words.

He didn’t regret being upset with her. He regrets the cheap shots he took at his wife who’s just trying to be a full time mom to his babies.

“Mama?” Ezra squeaks at the word, realizing he hasn’t seen her recently and then he’s back to tantruming, “Mama, mama, mama. Where’s mama?”

“M’right here, Ez,” YN murmurs, flipping to her other side so that her youngest could see her. His face lights up and he scurries to the bed, scampering up until his mom is tucking him under the blankets with her.

Harry’s heart aches when Ezra whimpers quietly and burrows into her warm chest with happiness that he found his mother.

“Y’got him?” Harry asks, hand raking through Easton’s curls as he leans into his father’s side.

“Can we go play now, dad?” Easton asks impatiently, tugging his father out of the room and down the staircase.

-

Anne shows up and the two older ones are so excited, bouncing up and down as they tug her into the backyard to show her the holes they dug with Briar popped on her hip - gnawing on her shirt collar.

YN brings Ezra down the stairs, curls tamed with a bit styling mousse and a little adias x disney outfit that was the cutest thing ever. ***

Harry reaches out to take Ezra off YN but he whines and shakes his head, clinging to his mother like it was life or death.

“No daddy! Mama!” Ezra pouts angrily, glaring at his father with protectiveness.

He puts his hands up, “Okay, okay. Y’can stay with y’mama.”

-

The car ride is silent, Harry doesn’t know what to say and YN isn’t giving him anything to work with. He feels like he’ll just say the wrong thing again.

When they pull up to the building and Harry puts it in park, he’s startled when his wife just starts bawling into her hands.

Harry freezes for a second with wide eyes before rumbling, “Mama, sweetheart. Please don’t cry, it breaks m’heart, darlin’.”

“I’m…I’m no-not a good mom,” YN cries, “I wanted to tell you but I was scared. I don’t want you to think I can’t handle raising our babies.”

Harry pries her hands away from her face, cupping her cheeks and firmly staring, full conviction in his voice, “If I didn’t think y’could handle four babies then I wouldn’t have put them in you. I wouldn’t talk about putting more in you.”

YN’s eyes are watering, letting Harry swipe the tears away with his thumbs as she inhales deeply, “I am so so sorry I didn’t tell you. I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

Harry leans forward, kissing her harshly before whispering against her lips, “I don’t give a fuck about baseball in comparison to you and the kids. I’d give it up this second if y’asked. I want to worry because you’re the love of m’life and I’m y’husband - I’m here to support you and support our family.”

He continues, “I am a bit frustrated with you. I want you to tell me everything I miss when I’m gone even if it stresses me out or upsets me. Okay? But I shouldn’t have said hurtful things. You’re the best mama on this planet and y’treat our babies the best.”

YN nods, willing herself to stop crying as their appointment starts in ten minutes as she takes steady breathes.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way. I just…I feel like you do everything for us and the least I could do is manage the kids,” She sighs with self-deprecation.

“Mama, just because one of our bubs needs therapy doesn’t mean you’re not doing a perfect job. We’ve always know Ezzie was an anxious baby. This is going to be good for him and for us, right?” He encourages, nosing at her cheek before she offers up her lips once more for a short kiss.

“I love you,” YN tells him, running a thumb of a light dusting of stubble on his jawline.

“Love y’more than anything,” He replies instantly.

-

Ezra is nervous as they step into the calming, peaceful office where there are neatly organized buckets of toys and shelves of books.

Patricia was a middle-aged woman with a kind smile who welcomed them in, she observed how Ezra had himself wrapped around his dad with hesitant green eyes peeking at her.

As they sit down, Patricia says softly, “This must be Ezra?”

They all wait for a moment before the toddler turns around to look at the woman and says timidly, “m’Ezzie.”

“Hi Ezzie,” The therapist greets and he gives her a cautious smile before nuzzling back into his father’s neck.

The discuss what has been going on. How Ezra has always been very nervous, anxious, cautious in a way that none of his other siblings are.

How he struggles when one of his parents is away from him, how he can get upset if he can’t find one of his siblings, or how much he worries about things most kids his age don’t worry about.

Patricia does an excellent job in calming down the parents, assuring them that it was nothing out of the norm, and that therapy would be beneficial for him.

She states that they’ll work a lot of feelings - being able to describe and recognize them. That will be one of the most important things.

Also working on his ability to calm down and cope with stressful situations, recommending once a week which of course his parents agreed to.

By the end of the intake, Ezra had ventured to take one of the baby dolls from a bin and bring it back to his father.

“Look daddy, s’a baby,” He lisps proudly, holding it up to show him.

“Good job, bubs,” Harry laughs, leaning to kiss his forehead - watching him toddle off to find more dolls to play with.

-

That night, after all the kids go to bed, and YN is finishing her final feeding with Briar in her nursery before putting in her crib.

Harry runs a nice, steaming bath with lavender bubbles and a candle burning with the lights dimmed low.

When she finds him, he slowly undresses her with warm kisses and praises of how good of a wife and mother she is.

They lay in there together, YN between his legs with her head rested on his chest, as his hands massage at her tummy and hips lovingly.

And yeah, everything is okay after that.

They get up the next day and everything is back to normal except now Ezra goes to therapy once a week with his parents.

(Ezra ends up working with Patricia until he’s in about sixth grade.)

[simeons-hips]

「 Love Sick 」

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

Asmodeus

— [cw] ⨾ none

“M-mammon…”

Asmo slowly began to make sense of his surroundings while he laid limp in the secure arms of his older brother.

“Ya with me now, Asmo?”

Once Asmo’s brain had caught up to the current situation, he couldn’t help but act upon the flames of frustration that began searing him.

“Get away from me!”

Asmo flailed out of Mammons grip and onto the floor, crawling backwards while still wrapped in the blanket Mammon had given him.

“You are not my knight in shingling armor— MC should be here not you!”

Mammon, seeming relatively unbothered by his younger brother’s outburst, let out a frustrated sigh before getting comfortable on the floor of Asmo’s bedroom.

He laid with his head propped up on a hand as his body rested on its side.

“Tch, You should be groveling at The Great Mammon’s feet. Don’t be so ungrateful, huh?”

“I’d-“

Before he could think of a quip to strike back with, a wandering thought reminded Asmo of just how terrifying the panic attack Mammon had pulled him out of was.

He felt his usual distain for the second-eldest diminish as he realized that he was grateful Mammon had been there for him.

“…Thank you, Mammon.”

Asmo’s head hung low as he sat with his knees close to his chest.

Mammon hummed in acknowledgment of the mumbled gratitude, laying in silence as he decided how to best encourage his brother.

“Ya know, I can’t stand seein’ MC sad.”

Asmo curled into himself further, embracing for the inevitable lecture about how ‘he’d pay for makin’ MC cry’ and how Lucifer has been preparing an especially torturous punishment just for him.

“I know you can’t either.”

Asmo’s breathing halted as he tried to reason where the conversation was going.

“So why are ya lettin’ ‘em be sad?”

Asmo sniffled away tears as he gathered the nerves to respond.

“I hurt them. Even when they had hurt me, they came to check on me but I just, I just hurt them so badly, I-“

Asmo choked back a sob.

“Wait- what do you mean MC hurt you?”

“…It, it was when they were sick. They never called me. They never wanted me. They- they didn’t even want to see my face!”

Tears began to flow cathartically as Asmo was finally able to explain his feelings to another person.

“Then tell ‘em off!”

“H-huh?”

Asmo rubbed his eyes as he looked up at Mammon, now standing in front of him.

“Tell ‘em about how sad ‘n mad you were! Tell ‘em the same way you always tell people when you’re upset! Just complain about it like you always do!!”

Tears prickled at Mammon’s eyes as he spoke from his heart.

“MC ain’t no different than the rest of us— so whatcha doin’ all this for, huh?? Go let ‘em know!”

After a moment of shock, Asmo pinched the bridge of his nose as if Mammon’s yelling had given him a headache.

“It’s not that straightforward, you dimwit.”

“Dimwit??! Ya got some nerve talking big when you’re all the way down there!!”

“And yet I can still hear a certain idiot’s voice booming in my ears from aaaallll the way down here!”

Grinding his teeth, Mammon crossed his arms as he turned away from Asmo.

“Ungrateful lil’ siblings. Never showing The Great Mammon the respect he deserves.”

Despite the back and forth bickering, the air in the room had seemed to grow lighter.

Perhaps it was even because of the bickering, that the two brothers shared a moment of relief, as well as a smile, unbeknownst to them both.

MC laid atop their bed, papers scattered about as they attempted to focus on their homework.

The setting sun filtered through the blinds and onto the book MC was currently reading.

Re-reading the same line over and over again as their mind refused to focus on what was in front of them.

Instead, they caught themself reminiscing upon the past couple of days.

Despite their best attempts to distract their thoughts, their mind never failed to return to the subject of Asmo.

As it stood, MC was no longer a friend of Asmo’s. Merely a roommate. An acquaintance, even.

MC had made up their heart- they know how they felt- but it was their mind that persistently allowed Asmo to occupy space.

Lost in these thoughts, MC failed to hear the knocking at the door.

They were only aware of the presence in the room when the visitor spoke up.

“M-MC.”

They froze. Muscles stiff, refusing to look up.

‘…Maybe if I pretend I don’t see him, he’ll leave.’

MC stayed still and silent, as did their visitor.

After a long and awkward silence, the tapping of steps could be heard.

Slowly they approached MC, the silence returning with a dip in the bed.

MC took a deep breath, steeled their resolve, and looked the intruder in the eyes.

“Asmodeus, leave.”

MC had invoked the pact.

part 1 ┊ part 2 ┊ part 3 ┊ part 4 ┊ part 5

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[clefairymuke]

Levi making you record yourself while he pounds into you 🤤

PAIRING: levi x reader

WARNINGS: rough oral (m. receiving), unprotected vag. sex, dom/sub, degradation/humiliation, name calling (sl*t, wh*re, b*tch<3), levi is mean af, dumbification, on camera, possessive!levi, brat tamer!levi, a little bit of a size kink, exhibitionism, live recording, marking, a lil manhandling if you squint, overstim/crying

lord god. you’re a genius. welcome to my first drabble. nsfw under the cut! i hope you enjoy <3

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↣i'm working some other interesting requests right now for one shots, but i want to write more drabbles. send your requests plz. i'm in a very levi/eren type of mood (yeah kylie what's fucking new), but i can be convinced.

↣ i promise there's a safe word, even though i suck and therefore didn't mention it. in my mind palace i just kinda imagined it like my relationship, where they've been together for so long they know p much every fantasy the other one has & they've been fucking long enough to know each other's limits, so the safeword is like rarely discussed. i need to start including them more, but i haven't thought about mine in like two years lmao.

levi secretly loves taking you out to show you off — not that he’d ever admit it. under the table, his fingers are digging so deep into your thigh you’re sure you’re bruising as you chat with his colleagues. but he’s also biting back one of those nasty, malicious little smirks at the sight of their eyes wandering down the neckline of your dress. you laugh a little too enthusiastically at erwin’s joke, dainty little hand brushing flirtatiously across the man’s chest, and his grin is gone. “you’re fucking mine tonight.”

you’ve been with him long enough to push his limits, of course. levi would never have a chance to fuck you like he wants to if you were always well-behaved. never enough that anyone else would accuse you of being the little whore he knows you are, of course — but enough for him to notice.

levi unbuckles his belt at a red light on the way home, having not said a word to you since he shoved you into the car and snapped your seatbelt in place. the long, pronounced vein throbs underneath his thumb in time with each tug, his dick long, thick, and always painful when it stretches your cunt in the most delicious way. and the depraved things he wants to do to you once you're home have him harder than ever. “suck it, slut.”

if there’s one thing to say about him in the bedroom, it’s that levi is a very impatient man. he doesn’t wait for those soft, pretty lips to finish wrapping around the tip before he’s shoving your head down, fingers tangled deep in your hair as he bottoms out in your throat. “you can suck cock better than this, can’t you? how are you going to whore yourself out to my friends when you don’t even know how to use your mouth worth a fuck? worthless little bitch.”

levi fucking loves when you act out — scratch that, he loves making you cry for forgiveness after you act out. so once your lover has carried you through the house and thrown you down on the bed, you decide to be less agreeable. of course, that only makes him want to ruin you more. he can be a little dramatic, at times — so when he turns around from the dresser with his cell phone in hand, you’re secretly a little disappointed. you’ve made movies before; what’s so special about that? “i said strip. don’t ask stupid fucking questions.”

now fully naked, you lay face down on the soft bed with your ass arched high, just how he likes it. levi starts a facebook live. “pose for me, pretty baby. just like that. i want everybody to see how wet you are. my filthy little girl.” your eyes go wide at the mention of “everybody,” but you wiggle your ass for him anyway. you’d let him fuck you in the middle of a football stadium if he would just keep talking in your ear like this.

levi passes the phone to you as he gropes your ass roughly, and you see your reflection in the camera. you’re already a mess. second, you notice the text that reads livestream at the top and the ping of joining voyeurs pouring in by the minute. “are you sure you want t—” you start, but he interrupts you. “shut the fuck up.”

as mean as your lover can be, there's no denying that levi loves making you feel good. no doubt it's difficult for him as he teases your slit with his fingertips, toying with your nipples with his free hand and making you clench around nothing. this is all he does for far too long, whispering the nastiest shit he can think of into your ear between peppered kisses just to make you squirm a little harder. "beg me for it, angel. show them how desperate you are for me"

levi can't contain himself after you've told your audience just how badly you want him. the tip of his cock is slamming into the very back of your needy cunt before you can even let out a whine. you start to run once or twice, but he doesn't let you get far. he watches the camera as your eyes roll back in your head and your tongue slips out of your mouth, gripping your hips tight enough for little purple circles an inch in diameter to start blooming on your skin.

he doesn't control your orgasms as he usually does — levi just lets your cunt pulse around him as much as the sweet little thing needs to, listening intently to every utterance of his name into the little microphone. "thank you, sir."

levi waits until you can't form a single word outside of his name before he even considers stopping. he loves watching you murmur mindlessly into the camera, too dumb off of his cock to worry about facing his colleagues at your next outing. he's never been one to be embarrassed, after all — he'll stroll into work tomorrow like a breeze, an arrogant smirk replacing his typical scowl. "what is it, princess? did you forget how to speak?"

you nod weakly, tears starting to well up in your eyes, and levi just laughs. no sense of humor at all until you're at your lowest underneath him. you're crying, breathless, whimpering his name over and over as drool leaks down your chin, and he's gotten exactly what he wanted. "you're pathetic."

levi finally decides to let you rest now that he's satisfied, letting down the already-crumbling wall he'd put between himself and his orgasm. he spreads you wider and pushes down deeper, ignoring your squeals as he pounds into you harder. he'll feel accomplished when your legs are too shaky to stand afterward, and he loves sweeping them out from under you to carry you to the bath. brushing a little kiss on your nose when you nuzzle into his chest.

like any good man, levi's favorite time to talk shit is right before he nuts deep in your throbbing, over-sensitive cunt. "you want my cum, huh? who do you belong to?" and you whimper out, "levi, levi, levi," like you have been for the past ten entire minutes, and all he can do is grin. "such a pretty little whore. you were so good for me tonight. it's too bad you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. now everybody can see what a fucking cockslut you are, baby. cum for me. tell them how sorry you are."

levi remains steady to the end, still thrusting harshly as he releases deep inside of you, listening to constant stream of "sorry, so sorry" pouring from your lips while your walls convulse around him. he ends the livestream as soon as he regains his composure.

pressing a sweet kiss on your lips, levi turns you on your back and rubs your stomach lovingly. "gonna go run a bath. i'll be right back, baby."

-

i don't know what happened here this was supposed to be a short drabble and then i wrote it all day long for no reason but levi is literally so fucking hot like

[metalbuckaroo]

Hi! So from the prompt list, could you do the 44th dialogue prompt where reader and roommate!Bucky are talking and bucky just keeps falling in love with her more and more but reader is oblivious to his flirting bc she doesn't think anybody wants her and while they are talking and bonding one evening they fall into the category of relationships as the topic of the conversation (sorry if it doesn't make sense, english isn't my first language)

Bad Night

Summary: After a bad date, Bucky offers his help.

Warnings: Some angst, lil fluffy, pretty cheesy, mentions of sex,

AU: Roommate!Bucky x reader

AN: After 3 days I'm finally letting this go. Not very sure how this got so long, but part of me wants to make a part 2 if that would interest anyone.

Prompt from this list. Requests are always open, reblogs and feedback are appreciated.

MASTERLIST

"Hey, dollface, can you look at something for me?" You heard Bucky call, his footsteps getting closer to your room. "If it has to do with your testicles, then no. I will not."

He stopped in your doorway, eyes wide as he looked you over. "Oh, wow. Where you going? Got a hot date you didn't tell me about?" He teased, walking further into the room.

"Yeah, hopefully this one actually goes decent. Now what do you need?"

He turned so his back was to you and pulled his shirt off. "This place on my scar is all itchy. Does it look irritated?"

Until that day you had came home early from work to Bucky standing in the kitchen shirtless. He had expected you to immediately look at the cluster of scar tissue on his shoulder and never see him the same. Instead, you had just greeted him like any other day; a warm smile that made his heart melt before blabbering about your day and asking him about his.

This hadn't been the first time he'd asked for you to inspect a spot on his jagged scar. Although for the first month he'd make it a point to cover it, not wanting to freak you out.

That's when he got more comfortable, walking around without a shirt or just in a towel after a shower. When your smile started making his heart melt even more than before.

You touched your fingers to a small red blotch on the spot where dark metal met skin and he shivered slightly, goosebumps forming on his skin. "Yeah, it is a little. Try putting lotion on it."

He sighed and turned to face you, looking down at your dress. "Who is this guy? Do I know him?" He said cocking an eyebrow at you. "I tried that stupid dating app you suggested." You exhaled, shrugging your shoulders.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shook his head. "You're not going." He said folding his arms across his chest. You raised your eyebrows and copied his actions. "And whys that?"

"Because, I should've never told you to try it. Dating apps are full of weird people." He muttered, going over to your dresser. "Murderers, stalkers, creepy cat people."

He opened the drawer and pulled out some clothes to stuff into your hands. "Which is why, you're staying in with me." He smiled, sparkling white teeth flashing at you.

Rolling your eyes you put the clothes back in their spots. "If I don't go on a decent date for once, I'm going to end up a creepy cat person. Besides, not all cat people are creepy. Mrs. Lawrey is really nice."

"She's an exception." He nodded, following you towards your bedroom door and down the hall. "If it makes you feel better, I'll text you if he starts acting creepy."

He huffed a breath and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around to look at him. "Fine, but, that means I get to come rescue my girl if he does."

You felt a slight blush creep your neck and moved away from him to slip your shoes on. "You're just saying that, because I pay half of the bills." You said, opening the front door.

"And you cook pretty good. Now, go on. Be safe." He teased, swatting at your backside as you walked out into the hallway. "Try not to break anything, please." You told him on your way down the hallway.

"Not making a promise I might break."

_____

The date had went horrible, one slip up and he said a few choice words to you before calling a cab to leave.

You swiped your fingertips under your eyes to erase any sign of crying before you got to your front door, wanting to avoid Bucky at all costs.

"Hey, dollface. Back already?" He said from the living room. "Yeah..." You mumbled back, trying to make a break for your bedroom to change.

Bucky could tell something was wrong by how you weren't rambling about everything that happened. "Oh, no you don't. Get back in here."

You exhaled and turned back around to look at him. "What, James?" You sighed, walking closer to where he was sat in a recliner. "What'd he do?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're crying, I wanna know why. What'd he do?" You rolled your eyes at his stern voice and shook your head. "Just didn't go very well." You said, sucking in a deep breath.

They never did. As soon as you let one little fact slip, they'd high tail. You would've been better off staying home like Bucky had suggested.

Bucky's voice broke you from your self pity. "C'mere." His hand reached out to grab your wrist and tug you closer. "I'm not sitting on your lap, that's weird."

He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "Doesn't have to be. Stop being a brat and let me comfort you."

Once you were sat on his right thigh with your side against him, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head back against the chair. "This should be our new bonding method. Feels like we're getting closer by the second."

You teetered your head back and forth, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Maybe because, I'm on your lap. That's pretty close."

A soft pat to your thigh and he was looking directly at you, blue eyes dancing back and forth in curiosity.

He wanted to know what made you so sad and torn up about one stupid date. "Tell me about it?"

You took another deep breath and he lifted his head so you could slip your arm behind his neck. "Every single time I go on a date, they mention sex. As soon as I tell them I'm a virgin they're gone. Tonight's was just extra rude about it."

His eyebrows creased together, hand moving to your knee. "You're a virgin? How?"

You looked at the ceiling, tapping a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. "Hm, could be from never having sex." You said the most obvious answer.

"No, I mean-" he huffed a laugh and gestured a hand over you. "Look at you."

You pinched his side and he narrowed his eyes at you. "I thought we told each other everything?" He mumbled, his lips turning down into a frown.

"No, James. You tell me everything. I don't tell you near as much." You said patting his chest, the chain of his dog tags cool on your palm. "You don't have to, I know a lot just by paying attention." He said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Now, explain, miss goody-two-shoes. Why hasn't anyone popped your cherry?"

You looked to your lap and pursed your lips. "When I was younger I never felt the need to lose it. Now, I can't seem to find a guy who doesn't want to have sex on the first date. I'm not losing it to someone I barely know."

When Bucky stayed silent you looked at him, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek and you could see the gears turning as he looked at you.

He wanted to offer his help, but didn't want to scare you away. That was the whole reason he hadn't said how he felt over the past couple of months.

Although, he wasn't sure how you never noticed. How you hadn't noticed the lingering touches and looks, everything he'd say.

You had waved it off as mindless flirting because that's how he played it off; as him being a flirt without any serious intentions.

"You're being quiet and it's weird. Say something." You said flicking the tip of his nose. "I'll do it. If you wanna lose it, I'll do it. I know a lot about you."

"Buck-" you shook your head, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. "You can't be serious." You said breathing a soft laugh.

He nodded and his hand on your knee moved to the back of your thigh.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you looked at him, his strong features completely serious. "I'm gonna go to bed. Its late."

Just like Bucky thought would happen, he was scaring you away. "Wait- no, come back." He said as you pulled out of his grip and stood.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. "Nope, not coming back. I know you don't mean it because... You're Bucky and you say shit like that all the time, so..." You inhaled deeply and started towards the hallway. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Bucky stood from the chair and followed after you. "Sugar, wait." He grabbed your wrist gently and tugged you towards him, nearly crashing you into his chest.

In a sudden movement, his hands held your cheeks and his lips engulfed yours, the abrupt motion causing you to stumble a step back; your hands flying up to grip the sides of his shirt.

The kiss was slow and deep, the taste of his minty toothpast flooding your tastebuds when he slipped his tongue pass your lips.

He pulled away after a moment, looking at your shocked expression. "I mean it."

[saikokirakira]

Breaking the Curse (pt. 1 of 2)

word count: 4.2k

a/n: so i went back on my word and split this into two parts because i passed the 4k word count. had a half hour cry in the shower and posting this after proofreading it once. gets a lil weird in the end, but i'm feeling good enough to post it anyways.

as the locals say... bahala na si batman.

Set between III. Marc pt.3 and IV. Jake pt.1 | AU Masterlist

warnings: death, violence, trauma, arthur harrow, heavily implied poly themes, non-canon Philippine mythology; non-canon depiction of babaylans (Filipino shamans), steven being an atla nerd (if you squint), steven being a clueless cinnamon bun, layla being girlboss and the object of bisexual panik, proofread once (1)

Someone who can free you from this curse.

You sat in the backseat of Layla’s jeep on the way back to the desert, muddled in your thoughts. It was dangerous, what Harrow planted in your head, and you would be a liar if you said that you weren’t considering his offer. But it was your life at the cost of thousands. Your conscience wouldn’t allow it.

Maybe you were destined to be alone, to be cursed. You were cursed the moment your powers emerged. Before Bakunawa, before the initiation rites, before everything…

“You know, he’s trying to get in your mind,” Marc spoke up, both to you and Layla. “Don’t let him do that. He’s got this idea that he can see the true nature of people or some baloney like that.”

“So, it’s not true? What he said about you and—”

“No, it’s not true,” Marc cut Layla off rather quickly. “He’s just trying to divide us. Don’t let him get in your head.”

“He already did,” you mumbled, too low for them to hear. The farther Layla drove from the city, the more you wanted to jump out of the moving vehicle and hop on the first plane back to London. Away from Harrow, away from Khonshu, away from Layla and Marc.

Away from Steven.

“Every time I learn something new about you, I think, ‘That’s it. There can’t possibly be any secrets left between us,’” Layla said, her voice wavering as she tried to keep her eyes on the road, “and then something else pops up, and it’s like I’ve not known you at all.”

“Yeah, you haven’t,” Marc said, his voice stoic and unfeeling.

“Ass,” you whispered under your breath. You slid lower in your seat and pressed your head against the window. This felt like a conversation you shouldn’t be an audience to, and despite Layla being silent, you could literally hear her heart break in the car.

“How are you feeling?” Layla broke the silence, glancing at you from the rearview mirror.

“Fine,” you shrugged, smiling stiffly at her. You’ve always though there should be some awkwardness between you and Layla, but no, you appreciated her company, especially when Marc was present. He was more bearable around her. “I definitely know what I’m painting when I’m back in London.” You pointed your thumb outside the window, gesturing at the sands.

“I never knew what you do back in London,” Layla said, genuinely curious. You thought it was her way to ignore Marc’s recent dismissal of her, but unknowingly to you, she tried to comfort you in her own way. Something happened – maybe it was in Mogart’s estate or maybe before that – that broke you.

It was apparent to Layla that you were also facing your demons. All three of you in that vehicle were. Layla just hoped you don’t completely shut down like Marc did… does.

“I restore antique paintings for snobby rich people,” you answered. “That’s how Steven and I bonded.”

Layla laughed at your reply. For a someone who ‘recovers’ antiques and relics from thieves, she certainly knows those specific type of people. Little did she know that her few seconds of amusement released a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. Even melted a bit of Marc’s icy exterior.

“That’s what we’re doing? Just making small chat while a bunch of homicidal maniacs are trying to find us?”

And Marc just ruined the moment by acting like a grumpy old man.

~

“I summon the gods; you summon the worm.”

“Marc, we can’t wait,” Layla urged. “It’s okay. Just let go.”

“We don’t have time,” you added.

In a burst of frustration, Marc pulled the side mirror from the jeep and stomped away with the torn pieces of the map. He stared at the mirror for a minute while Layla and you watched his back from afar. Then suddenly, his demeanor changed, even from his posture alone.

You felt a nudge on your side, and you looked to see Layla gesturing you to approach Steven, who was already quickly working on the map and probably didn’t even know you were still here in Cairo with them. You wanted to move, but your feet felt cemented in the sand. Marc’s words echoed in your mind, and your heart seized.

Steven doesn’t deserve this. Steven deserved better than you. It was better that you start accepting that.

So, you shook your head at Layla and offered her to go instead. Layla looked at you, trying to figure out the storm that was raging in your eyes, but thought it was best to leave you and go to Steven for now. You watched as Layla knelt beside Steven, who noticed her presence and had to do a double-take with a lovestruck look before they started a conversation while proceeding to interpret the map.

You stuck your hands in your jacket and walked away, leaning back against the rear of the jeep to stare at the moon. You had a few seconds of peace before you sighed wearily, “What do you want, Khonshu?”

“I figure the serpent is still asleep.”

“Thanks to you,” you retorted.

“Ammit does not have the means to free you from your curse. She will only seek to control you for your powers, to destroy the gods that had once banished her. You will become a weapon of revenge.”

“I already know that!” you snapped, not wanting to deal with this. “It’s what everyone always wanted from me. It’s what you want from me. You want revenge as much as Ammit does.”

“Do not compare me to that murderer! I only punish those who have already done wrong.”

“Right, right,” you huffed, not trusting him one bit.

“And yet,” Khonshu said, “I do need you. Marc Spector will need you, whether he likes it or not.” Then he vanished into the night. “You will protect him while I’m gone.”

“Love?”

You turned to see Steven standing, star-shaped map in hand, looking at you as if it was the first time. Khonshu was right beside him, looking between the map and Layla’s tablet. Never did you felt so torn between running away and running into Steven’s arms.

“Hey, puppy,” you replied softly but stayed where you were beside the car. That move alone caused hurt to flash in Steven’s eyes.

“What did he do?” Steven asked calmly, but his eyebrows furrowed as if he was trying not to get angry. He decided to close the physical space between you and march straight towards you. “Love, are you alright?”

“No, no, he didn’t do anything,” you said, unwillingly melting as soon as Steven’s hands held at your shoulders. You knew Marc wanted to protect Steven more than you ever did. You would hate that you would be the reason that wedged them apart.

“Talk to me. I’ll fix it.”

You choked from trying to hold back a sob. “Steven, we have to find the tomb.” Your words came out in a raspy breath. “Okay? Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll always worry about you, love,” Steven said, pressing his forehead against yours. “Coming all this way for me.”

“Steven.”

“Hm?”

“The map.”

“Oh.”

Ten minutes later, you and Layla were chasing an unconscious Steven rolling down a dune with a jeep of Harrow’s men circling the area. You patted his cheek when he stopped midway. “Steven, Steven,” you called.

“Let’s go,” Layla said, tugging you back to her jeep. She hoisted you to the back and closed the door behind you, pulling both of you flat on the trunk.

You held your breath as their jeep neared and flashed lights to find you. You heard them converse in Arabic. You looked at Layla in question.

‘They’re looking for you,’ she mouthed. ‘Bakunawa?’

You held a finger up, a sign for her to wait as you attempted to summon the deity again. Then, there it was. A slither crawling up your spine as you felt the nonexistent scales move under your skin. He was weak, but he was willing to protect you three.

I see the Moon God got himself into a rocky – or should I say, stony situation.

Seriously? Now really isn’t the time.

You heard an amused hiss before you felt him truly awaken.

“Stay here,” you ordered.

Layla watched as you sat up and grabbed a couple of flares from her supplies. Under the dim light, she could make out the shimmer from the back of your hands as well as the iridescent glow from your elongated fingernails. As soon as the jeep circled away, you jumped out and lit the flares, shutting the door behind you.

Even though Layla wanted to peer through the window and offer you some cover, Harrow’s men rained bullets towards your direction, causing her to duck back down. It was a whole five minutes of yelling, mostly from Harrow’s men, followed by a loud explosion. When Layla heard the jeep driving away, she opened the door to see you simply standing there, watching them drive away.

“Are you okay?” Layla rushed over to you. She paused when a steady flow of blood was pouring from your arm. You were shot.

“It’s fine,” you said, your voice not quite yours but not otherworldly as well. “It’ll heal. The bullet went right through.”

Layla noticed you refused to meet her eyes. She knew you hated facing people directly when you were still in Bakunawa’s half-human form. Still, she grabbed your scaled hand and squeezed gently. “Thanks.”

You smiled back, and for a moment, it was just you and Layla holding hands under the faint moonlight.

… with Steven unconscious in the corner.

Really? The Avatar’s wife too? Let me remind you that our body is still bleeding.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you huffed, finding the moment completely ruined.

Layla was surprised by the outburst for a mere second before it clicked. Her eyes lowered to where your hands connected. She raised your hand and gently ran her fingers over the tattoos swirling around your wrist.

“He looks harmless like this,” she noted. Her fascination sparkled in her eyes as the snake followed her fingers than lingered on your knuckles. All the butterflies in your stomach flew around in a frenzy at her mere touch.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you liked Layla.

I like her too.

Not now, Bakunawa.

“Love?”

Both of you glanced back to Steven, who was now on his feet, disheveled and still a little out of it. His eyes looked at Layla, then at you, then at your hands still together. Then he turned panicked and rushed over to you. “Oh, my God,” he said. “You’re hurt.”

Oh. Right.

“Steven, it’s fine,” you assured. “The exit wound stopped bleeding.”

Steven only looked aghast… and maybe needed to throw up.

“I’ll get some water,” Layla said. “Then we have to go. Harrow must be headed back to the tomb.”

You and Steven followed her to the jeep and handed us bottles of water, including one for herself. You took a sip, mostly to calm your nerves, then with a flick of your finger lifted the water out of the bottle. The sight of a blob of water floating in the air had Layla and Steven looking bewildered.

The water covered your hand like a glove as you placed pressure on your shoulder wound. You grunted and hissed as you felt both wounds closing and the bone fracture binding back. When you put your hand back down, you were panting and completely worn out, but the gunshot wound was nothing more than an angry bruise. It will be gone by tomorrow.

“Wow, so you’re like a waterbender, love.”

“What?” Layla said, while a short laugh escaped you.

“Let’s go,” you said. “I really need a nap.”

~

“Hadn’t he disappeared from your life already?”

You stirred awake from the sound of Steven’s voice. Turns out he was still talking with Layla from the passenger seat. Opening your eyes, the sun had already risen and shining down from the window in the backseat where you were lying down.

“Yeah. I mean, whatever. His suit was his best feature, wasn’t it?” Layla scoffed. “Didn’t even have that anymore.”

You remained still and tried to pretend you were asleep. As much as you wanted to dislike Marc, you knew how important he was to Steven and Layla. In a way, maybe you did like him too.

“Plus, I know him,” Layla continued. “He’d want to lone wolf this thing. That’s why I sent her to keep an eye on him in case, and even he tried to send her away.” She smiled, pained, at Steven. “It’s not happening. We’re not gonna do that.”

“We are not,” Steven agreed. “We’re a team, us three. Just us and the open road.”

Then the car jerked to a rough stop, sending you flying off the seat. Your body was bent in half as your torso rolled to the back of Steven’s seat. “I’m good, I’m good,” you groaned in the midst of Layla’s giggles. “Loving your driving, Layla.”

You followed them out into the desert heat and walked between towering desert landforms. The shade from those structures didn’t help the arid head that bombarded you for the past hour of travelling by foot. You were about to plead for a break when Layla spoke up.

“There they are.”

Beyond the piercing sunlight, you could see a dig site in the distance.

“Let’s keep moving.”

It took fifteen minutes to get to what seemed to be an abandoned site. “Looks like they’re already inside,” you mentioned. “We need another way to beat them to the tomb.”

“Supplies, then we go in,” Layla declared, and you all nodded in agreement. “Go with Steven. I’ll look there.”

Steven and you headed to the east side of the site and decided to split between the two tents. From the foldable cots and lack of anything else, the tent looked to be sleeping quarters. You didn’t have much luck except for a medical kit and an emergency flashlight. After searching, you decided to head over to Steven and heard muttering from the inside.

“… anything that comes out of your mouth just shows what a plonker I am.”

There were more muttering and noises as he searched around the tent.

“I know I’m not alone,” he said, his voice rising. “I know I’m bloody not alone. I’ve got Layla and my girlfriend. They’ve got my back.”

“Puppy.” You decided to make your presence be known. “You okay?”

“I… I-I…”

“Was it Marc?” you asked gently, glancing at the mirror.

“Uh, no?” Steven smiled with the lie clear as day on his face. “Okay, yes, Marc has been talking to me through reflections.”

“Is he telling me to leave?”

“No, he’s talking about Layl— is that what he told you?”

“You know, I don’t mind.”

“Mind, mind what?”

“You and Layla,” you answered coyly.

“Me, me?”

You gently patted Steven’s cheek knowingly. “You’ll be okay. I trust her.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Come on. We’re burning daylight.”

Now, Steven had no idea what Marc had been telling you while he was asleep, but that kiss felt sadder than comforting. It felt like a goodbye.

~

“I don’t like this place.” That’s what you first said when you first reached the bottom of your climbing rope.

“I don’t like this place.” Was what you said again when you saw the embalming tools and canopic jars dripping with fresh blood.

“I really don’t like this place.” Again, when you were being chased by heka priests.

You, Layla, and Steven broke off into three different directions while you tried to draw the mummy away from Layla and Steven. You managed to subdue one of them, slashing and digging your clawed hand deep in its sternum. Necromancy was one of the worst types of magic you ever felt, and pulling the magic out of that corpse was even worse.

“That probably didn’t feel good, did it?”

You turned and saw Harrow calmly standing a few feet away, his cane in hand.

“I really don’t like this place,” you muttered again.

“I must say,” Harrow began, stepping forward.

“You stay right there,” you warned, your eyes flashing gold.

“I admire your ability to take all that pain, all that suffering. Ammit admires such strength.”

It’s a lie. It’s all false promises. You can’t be saved.

“I assume you think I give false promises.”

“I’m not listening.” You stood down, sensing that he wasn’t necessarily hostile. You decided to walk back to where you came from. Unfortunately, he just wouldn’t stop talking.

“Don’t you want to know what your curse really is, langga?”

“Shut up.”

Langga, I need you to run. Run away to where they can’t find you. Live your life. He will protect you.

“To know the curse, you know what you have to do.”

“SHUT UP!” you screamed, sending a burst of power towards Harrow. The force rumbled through the tombs and split the ground, creating a massive hole between you and the insane cultist.

Your display of fury only seemed to incite him even further. “Amazing,” Harrow praised, walking to the very edge of the precipice you just made. “Imagine the power you can have if you just release the serpent.”

“You want snakes?” you hissed. You unsuspectingly reached in your pockets for the snake skins you swiped from the mummy table, summoning life back into them. “Have at them.” You sent two-headed cobras in his direction before you dashed back down the hall where you came to continue looking for Steven and Layla.

Turns out you weren’t that far off when you took a left down the labyrinth that was this tomb. You heard Layla’s and Steven’s voice bouncing off the walls while you approached them. You were about to make yourself known by telling them to keep their voice down when Steven’s voice suddenly changed.

“Of course not,” Marc clearly spoke. “Of course, I didn’t.” His eyes wavered and found you coming their way.

“That’s the reason that we met,” Layla laughed derisively. “You just had a guilty conscience.”

A thud in the distance was enough warning to break the heavy atmosphere and alert you three to ready for violence. “Go, I’ll hold them off,” Marc urged Layla and you.

“I’m not leaving. I promised Khonshu I’d protect you,” you insisted, lightly shoving Layla to hide as Harrow’s obvious shadow moved closer from the hall.

Marc growled in frustration before pulling a golden axe from the sarcophagus. “Come on!”

Once Harrow appeared with a group of armed men, the rest of what happened was a blur.

“Get behind me!” you hissed at Marc.

All the weapons pointed at Marc before Harrow warned, “Move one step, and it’ll be his head.” He stepped forward. “If you transform, it’ll be his head.”

You never expected Harrow to shoot. Twice.

That was your mistake.

A mistake that cost him his life.

As Marc stumbled a few steps back, clinging to his fading life, Harrow lowered his gun. He knew you were harmless at this stage as you rushed to Marc who fell to the water. You pressed firmly on his chest, but his eyes looked at you without seeing.

“No, no, no, please,” you gasped, feeling you blood rushing in your ears as your breathing grew erratic. Your hands glowed in a desperate attempt to heal him. To bring life back to him.

He’s gone.

Your bottom lip quivered as you struggled to process your feelings. Rage, guilt, grief, emptiness. You felt everything at once, yet you were also filled with an overwhelming sense of clarity.

You knew how to bring Marc and Steven back.

Don’t. Take the ushabti and go! It’s one human over the rest of the world. GO!

Water splashing about echoed from your side as two of Harrow’s followers made their way to retrieve Marc. You mindlessly looked at them with empty eyes that glowed the angriest shade of golden fire. You pressed a kiss on the top of Steven’s head before facing them again. As you stood, your feet hovered about the water as you stared them down.

“Don’t touch him,” you warned in an otherworldly voice. It wasn’t yours or Bakunawa’s. Your own powers had consumed you, the very powers that had drawn the deity to you in the first place.

The followers kept on wading through the water but not for long. They halted in their steps for a few second before shrill screams pierced through the tomb, echoing down its halls. Both of them frantically scurried away from the deadly water in sheer panic, but not before they breathed their last breath on the steps by Harrow’s feet. Their eyes turned hollow and their cheeks sunken, and from the two lives that you took, the flame in your eyes burned brighter and more menacing.

“Come if you dare, Arthur Harrow,” you taunted, gesturing to Marc’s lifeless body. “Come retrieve your goddess.”

Stop it! I cannot let you do this! It is forbidden!

As expected, Harrow had protection to some extent. The water did him no harm. Still, he had no hesitation pulling the gun and fired its remaining bullets at you. Two shots hit your abdomen, and five hit you straight in the chest.

Just like Marc, you fell into the water, but it took longer for you to die. Long enough for Harrow to step right beside your head, looking down on you with contempt and disappointment. “You didn’t put much of a fight,” he noted passively.

Your attempts to chuckle came out in a fit of bloody coughs instead. “You… wanted the snake?” you wheezed, grasping to your remaining last breaths. “You shall… get him and more.”

In the end, Harrow will help you break the curse.

~

When you woke, your bare feet were submerged in a flowing brook. A little further, you saw it extended into a clearwater river that glistened under the bright, comfortingly warm sunlight. You looked around and saw towering bamboos and coconut trees where songs of birds were sung and the whistling of the bamboos travelled in the wind.

You were home.

But you knew you couldn’t stay.

You stepped out of the water and followed a path that was still very much clear in your memories. How could you ever forget it when you saw it – experienced it every time in your nightmares? The familiarity of it was as if you never left.

Either time flowed differently in this dimension or the way to the river bank was much closer in your mind palace.

Just behind the curtain of crawling flowering vines lied a totally different room. You looked back and saw the bright sunlit riverside while the room was pitch black all around with moonlight illuminating the water tank. A water tank with Steven in it.

Panic rushed through your veins, replacing all the fear inside you. “No, no, Steven, hang on!” you banged on the glass while Steven struggled and thrashed wildly in the water. When the glass was too thick enough to breach, you changed your stance and rammed the tank with your shoulder instead.

“I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to stop,” a voice said from behind the curtain. “I can’t let you break that tank.”

Ignoring the throbbing pain in your fists and shoulder, you faced the direction where the voice came from. The shadowy figure took a few steps forward, and… what? Oh, it’s a hippo. A giant hippo that for some reason, looked familiar, like you’ve seen it before.

“What do you mean I can’t?” you asked breathlessly.

“It’s highly dangerous to give a deity free access in your mind, miss.”

“A dei— no, that’s… that’s Steven.”

“Steven?” There was a brief silence from the hippo. She looked between you and the tank, glancing back and forth. “Oh!” she chirped, clearly unbothered that Steven was still currently drowning in the tank. “It’s a common thing in your mind to associate people you know with parts of who you are. That includes lil ol’ snakey here.”

“’Ol’ snakey?’” Bakunawa looks like Steven now. Okay…

“Bakunawa is the deity of one of the afterlife planes. That is why you are here, is it not?”

“Y-ye—”

“Then again, it has been centuries,” the hippo drawled out, “since he returned. Odd how he came back still cursed.”

That captured your attention. “So, you know about the curse?”

“Yes, all gods do, including me, Taweret. That’s me,” Taweret gushed, her ears fluttering at her words. That’s why she was familiar. Steven mentioned her before you asked about those plushies in the gift shop, which felt like a lifetime ago. “That is why I cannot have you release him in this plane. Far too dangerous.”

You deflated at the goddess’ statement.

“But if he came to you when you were alive and joined you in death…” You looked up as Taweret continued, “then I might be able to make an exception.”

“Taweret,” you said, “thank you.”

“Heed my warning though,” Taweret began, “you must break the curse. It’s the only way you can proceed to Paradise.” When you nodded in understanding, she walked forward to the tank. “It’s strange,” she noted, running her hand over the glass. Her ears twitched again, but it wasn't cheerful this time. “The curse was done by humans, but...”

“But…?”

“The magic used for the curse was bestowed by a god.”

[kyotarou]

after fights

characters: dabi, hawks, katsuki bakugou

plot: the aftermath of fights with their s/o

warnings: angst, swearing, degradation

a/n: i understand dabi/hawks/bakugou are some people’s comfort characters so here’s a gentle reminder that this is a work of fiction!! this was an idea i had in my head that i wanted to share and it helps me work with diff genres of writing, but again it is FICTIONAL! love you all, and take care <3

p.s.: i was listening to the slowed down version of sweater weather while writing bakugou’s and it got me a lil emotional HAHA it really did hurt

Dabi

His persona is already cold

During fights he’ll say something super harsh in the most deadpan voice

He’ll walk out once you start crying cause he has no time to deal with babies

He’s still a villain after all

But he doesn’t actually leave; he stands outside your door listening to your sobs

He waits until you go to bed to come back inside

Doesn’t matter if it takes hours, if it’s raining or snowing, he’ll be outside until it’s quiet inside

When he comes back, you’re curled up on the bed shivering, pillow stained with tears

Dabi sits beside you and gently strokes your cheek, hoping you’ll feel his presence even in your sleep

He won’t say it, but he does love you, and he’ll cremate anyone who even thinks about taking you from him

Hawks

Fights rarely happen, but when they do, his words sting

He makes comments about your relationship in a sarcastic tone or with a bitter laugh

It makes your heart ache and mind numb with rage

He’ll notice the tears pooling in your eyes and try to comfort you, but you scream at him to leave

Keigo doesn’t want to make the situation worse, so he will

You immediately regret your words, but he’s already gone

He flies around the city to blow off steam, so you leave your window wide open in the hopes that he’ll see and come back

It’s dangerous this late at night, but it’s what you always do during his breaks from hero work to let him know he’s welcome inside

Hours pass and no sign of him

Around midnight, Keigo flies past your place and sees the window open and you on the couch, still awake

Immediately swoops down with worry

“Baby bird, what are you doing? Someone could’ve broken in, and it’s cold, you’re gonna get sick.”

“I was waiting for you, Kei.”

Keigo stands in front of you before sinking to his knees and squeezes you tight, wings covering your shivering body as tears stream down his face

“I love you baby bird. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

Refuses to let you go for the rest of the night

Bakugou

“Idiot” and “dumbass” are his terms of endearment

But you know when he’s using them lovingly from the way he acts

When he spits out something along the lines of, “You’re a fucking idiot, you know that? You don’t know shit.” there’s no trace of love

Being with Bakugou made you grow thick skin, but when your favorite nicknames turn into words of hatred, it brings a certain level of pain and insecurity that’s hard to soothe

Bakugou doesn’t walk away from a fight and neither do you

The tension still lingers even after you’ve stopped yelling

It’s like being in a room with a stranger

You eat dinner as usual but refuse to make eye contact or talk

When bedtime rolls around, you sleep with your backs facing each other and a significant gap separating the two of you

Neither of you can sleep, anyway

Bakugou stares at the wall and realizes he could never live with this much pain, and neither can you

He bites his lip to hold back the sob rising in his throat, but it’s no use

“Baby…” he chokes out. “I can’t do this. I love you.”

Bakugou rolls over and holds you against his chest as his cries and whimpers break the thick silence

“I’m sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you.”