#having someone else be there that actually makes you feel safe and comfortable for practically the first time >>>>>>>>>

[melonyfelonyfellonme]

Thinking about how Lucanis can never relax and is always on guard, doesn't even take a moment for himself, always needing to work to take his mind off things, and maybe if you romance him, his first thought is that he doesn't trust your intentions

But then maybe later on... he manages to sleep a full night, entirely vulnerable around Rook

It's a seemingly small thing, but it's something that got me with Cullen's romance too tbh, having nightmares and struggling to relax so throwing yourself into your work, for one person to go "I'll take some of your worries, you can trust me"

And you actually do manage to relax for the first time since... Well, when was the last time you were able to relax?

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hi, guys! Let's talk about fandom etiquette!

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I know a lot of you are young and perhaps have not been part of fandom spaces since the dawn of time (circa fanfiction.net) so let's talk about some dos and don'ts with fandom, so we can keep this a happy place! Please read this and reblog to get this out to people who genuinely may not know!

📕DON'T: Write reviews of fics on Tumblr, Tiktok, or other social media. Fic writers are creating these things for FREE, and did not ask you to review. This often leads to negative discourse and can even cause fic writers to take down their fics. 📗DO: Leave kudos and ONLY POSITIVE comments. Talk about only positive things on social media. If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all!

Edited to add: YES, EVEN CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCISM. If the author didn't ask for it, don't give it. Some may appreciate it, but others won't. At the very least, ask permission first.

📕DON'T: Post fic ideas or headcanons on AO3. AO3 is for posting actual fanfiction or fanart and nothing else. (What I mean by this is, I've seen posts on ao3 like "Just posting an idea that someone should write, here it is!" and that's not what ao3 is for). Edited to add: You can also post original works and nonfiction works based on fandom on ao3! 📗DO: Post headcanons and ideas on Tumblr, Tiktok, etc!

Edited to change: Okay, so I feel like there's some arguments over like...what qualifies as metafic versus something that shouldn't be on AO3? So from my understanding (correct me if I'm wrong), people DEFINITELY should not be posting just a title with no work attached, which I have seen a lot lately, nor should they be posting to search for someone else's fic. However, it seems like lists, and similar metafic are okay, as well as original content, and nonfiction.

📕DON'T: Repost entire fanfictions without permission or sell bound fanfiction. Again, this causes writers to take their fics down, and can actually cause issues with fandom because it can cause allegations of copyright infringement. 📗DO: Recommend fics you like to others by talking them up and posting links! Ask permission before you translate!

📕DON'T: Send hate to authors for writing a fic in a way you don't like or not updating enough. Again, authors are doing this for free and sending hate causes serious mental harm to authors because they are people! If you don't like it, don't read it! 📗DO: Send love to authors in forms that they are comfortable with!

📕DON'T: Shame others for their ships/fics/kinks. Fandom is supposed to be a supportive space! Judging people is taking away that safe space! 📗DO: Use the block button! Block or filter out things or people you don't like!

📕DON'T: Use AI to create art or fics. This is detrimental to the creators who work hard to create their work! 📗DO: Try making your own art or fics! Practice makes perfect!

These are just a few of the things that I've seen happening more lately, but keep in mind that if you don't like something, you don't have to interact with it and fanart and fanfiction creators are people who are doing this for free. Please make sure to respect the hard work people put in, or fandom can't exist!

(Feel free to discuss/add things as long as you're being respectful!)

[normal-newt]

Wildlife rescue organisations here have very intense politics. Like, if you criticize any organisations’ practices you can end up being “locked out” of even unpaid positions in all of them. Which is why this is going safely under a username and not anywhere near my actual one. But it’s so frustrating watching everyone making the same mistakes over and over again.

So some baby animal can’t be released, and it’s decided that they will be used as an education/ ambassador animal. Because of this, they don���t need to be raised to avoid humans. But some people think that this means they should be treated like human children. One organisation literally started splitting up captive-born joeys from wild but un-release-able kangaroos specifically to raise so that when they grew up they would “think they were human”. And for the first year or two it goes great. They want to snuggle with everyone who will look at them, they play with people, and they are just unbearably cute. And people aww about it and say that they really do think they’re human. 

When they start to reach sexual maturity, they start “acting up”. People get kicked and scratched and they start to realise that their “child” isn’t acting so snuggly anymore, and they get angry. And the kangaroos have no fucking idea why, because they can’t know that they’re play wrestling is strong enough to hurt us. Because it turns out they don’t think they’re human, but they certainly seem to think we’re kangaroos.

And by the time they’re old enough to start fighting for real, it’s already too late to do anything about it. You can’t let visitors anywhere near them for safety reasons. 90% of the staff and volunteers won’t go in to clean the enclosures, and a lot of them still blame the animals. Some animals are so risky to work with that feeding them takes two people in the enclosure and one person acting as a “spotter”. There is no PPE for this, so people end up using plastic buckets as shields.

Anyway I’m mostly just yelling at the void, but if anyone reading this was wondering why a lot of zoos and wildlife rescues don’t cuddle the baby animals. it’s because of this sort of thing. There are a lot of really good ways to make sure baby animals feel comfortable and safe, but handling them too much usually either scares them, or means that they could seriously injure someone down the track.

It’s also why so many people who’ve worked with animals are so strongly against people owning certain types of exotic pets. If someone is telling you not to get a pet serval or kangaroo or whatever else people are keeping in their living rooms, there’s a good chance they’re trying to stop you getting mauled.

[slasherx]

Thomas Hewitt relationship HC's

Content: Thomas Hewtt x gn!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, manipulation from Hoyt, possessive and jealous behavior, brief mention of sex but no actual NSFW, so 17+

Notes: My first slasher fic! Pls be nice, it's my first time writing for our boy Tommy

Lets skip over meeting him for now. If anyone wants to know how I think Thomas would meet and fall in love with his S/O, just shoot me a request!

Thomas would be very cautious at first. Not because he doesn't trust you, nono, he'd HAVE to trust you before getting in a relationship first

He's cautious because he doesn't know how to control his strength around you, and doesn't want to cross a line. You're his first and likely his only partner in life, so he doesn't want to lose you

Thats another thing - he's super scared that you'll end up seeing how much better you can do and leave him. If not for how ugly he thinks he looks, then for the fact that his family are cannibals.

This leads him to be very jealous and possessive. If another man comes near you, he's behind you in an instant if he can be, glaring them down and practically tearing them apart with his eyes

If he finds you flirting with another man, he'll be angry with you beyond belief. Would probably give you the silent treatment for a week, and he's already mute, so that's saying something (I tease)

Probably wouldn't be super touchy, he's been hit his whole life, and I believe the Hewitt's would use physical disciplinary methods growing up, which means Tommy would've most likely been hit by his family too. Nowhere is safe for this poor man

He wouldn't mind if you were touchy though, it would just take him a while to get used to it

He doesn't mind if you don't get along with Monty or Charlie, that's kind of a given, especially if you're a woman or fem presenting, but he wants you to get along with his mother so BADLY

He definitely would not say "I love you" first, he would wait for you to say it, even though he'd most likely fall in love with you first

He'd do anything for you. He'd kill for you, beat someone for you, talk shit about someone for you, etc. He'd basically drop anything for you. Aside from his family, you are his first priority.

This can lead to fights between you and Hoyt. Hoyt doesn't think Tommy should be loyal to "a good for nothing slut like you" above certain members of his family, since you're technically still an outsider

Tommy will butt into these arguments and have your back, but the first time this happened, Hoyt had managed to get into his head and make him doubt you. Yeah, safe to say that never happened again

Tommy wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a room until you were farther into your relationship, and it would take even longer for him to take off his mask around you

When he does finally take his mask off around you, he expects you to yell and scream, to call him ugly. But when you don't, and you even call him handsome? Oh he is melting into the floor

That's when he starts to develop an unhealthy obsession with you. He was in love with you before, but now that he's shown his rawest form to you and you still loved him above all else? Oh he's in LOVE love

He refuses to leave you alone, and this is probably around the time you guys first have sex. He wanted to wait until you were married like his Mama asked, but he just couldn't help himself.

This is getting kinda long, so if you guys want a part two or something, be sure to request!

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[clawsdevour]

seasons

wc: 1.8k content warning: iwaizumi x reader, fluff, a bit of angst, confession, not proofread

note: if u can't tell.. i was lowk inspired by wave to earth's seasons b/c i recently went to their concert a few days ago!!! (IT WAS LIFE CHANGING *REAL*)

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Ever since your first year at Aoba Johsai high school. You always found this guy on the volleyball to be very cute, and sweet despite only seeing and talking to him a few times. Now that you’re starting your second year at Aoba Johsai, you can’t help but feel ecstatic and always nervous around him now that you share classes with Iwaizumi!

The moment you slid open the door to stride into your scheduled class, you huff out a loud sigh to clear your mind. Unprepared to see the new faces that could possibly be in your class this year made you nervous but excited to see how the year would unfold as the seasons flew by. 

That humid summer air when your fingers gripped onto the door handle, wafting in the moment you opened the door to see a pair of familiar eyes staring at you across from the window seat. 

His tan skin, and dark brown hair followed by his beady eyes narrowing at you as his hand was placed right under his chin. It was Iwaizumi Hajime, your long term crush from last year in the same class as you. Someone you thought you’d get over until he popped up again, for another year, maybe even two.

Looking at the board, your assigned seat was.. right next to him. Maybe that’s why he was staring at you, you thought as you gulped in anxiousness. Stepping over as your shoes clacked against the smooth floor, pulling out your chair to sit next to him. 

Your mind raced with trivial questions that arose. What if he finds me weird? Do I look okay? Does he know me already? What if he’s that type of guy to not talk to his desk mate!?

Looking at him from the side of your vision, he’s so much cuter up close it makes your stomach flutter while you try to keep your best posture in check, acting as if he’s observing you.

“Um.. Hi,” his low voice spoke to you, a hand waving to grab your attention.

“Hi..” reciprocating his greeting.

“I’m Hajime Iwaizumi” giving you a subtle warm smile, “Oh! I’m y/n.”

That’s how you two began your friendship that grew over the four seasons that passed on by. At the end of summer when school started was when you first actually met him. During this time, you found out multiple things you never expected to know about him like how he acts during class, his study habits, his overal likes and dislikes, and how he looks at you when he thinks you don’t know that he’s staring.

You two grew rapidly fast. Starting off as classroom partners, not just because you’re deskmates, but also because you two didn’t know anyone else in your class. It was like the school really set you two up with your classes because you’re stuck with him for the whole year. 

Winter was when he found out that you two walk the same way home, thinking that you were just a familiar figure walking ahead of him until he caught up with you one day. That way, he started to walk a bit longer to drop you off home to ensure that you make it back home safe and sound. 

Things went great for the time being, as you two started to hang during lunch sometimes, and after school as well. Though, that was until Iwaizumi introduced one of his bestest friends from the same volleyball team as him into the picture.

Whenever you two hung out, he’d invite Oikawa Tooru. Sure, he was popular but that didn’t really appeal to you. Nor how Oikawa really acts, even if he was silly because you already have this established liking and developing feelings for Iwaizumi.

At the end of winter, the two started to get more busy practicing for boys’ volleyball season. You couldn’t lie, it felt lonely walking home alone most days. You missed Iwaizumi’s warm and comforting presence that walked by your side, but at least you still got to talk to him every minute in class.

Though, Iwaizumi did act a bit off at this point. As if something at the bottom of your stomach was telling you there was something going on because of the attitude he started coming off as.

Getting to class just a bit earlier than him, you sat and waited until he came. His face is dull and the smile he gives you just wasn’t like his regular ones. His body language is exuding exhaustion and he carried himself as if he were limp.

“Hey,” he’d say under his breath, as if he didn’t wanna talk to you like he always does.

At some point you were fed up with this. You couldn’t grasp onto why he’s been acting this way. Was it because of volleyball season that’s stressing him out? Though, that couldn’t be the case because Oikawa acts like usual taunting brat he is. So why is Iwaizumi upset and grumpy?

“Uh– hey” trying to respond with less energy than you usually do in case he was having an overall bad day.

Your head was throbbing from over contemplating his actions that took a turn for the worse. He wasn’t just like this now. It seemed as if something was getting in between your friendship. And it all started when he brought in Oikawa.

Spring rolled by, but you still couldn’t put a finger on why Iwaizumi’s behavior changed so quickly. Now, he can barely keep eye contact with you. The only time he does is when he asks for help on classwork and it is driving you absolutely nuts.

The next time you hang out with him, you’re gonna give him an earful. Though, looking at how rocky your friendship had become, at some pint you started to believe that there wouldn’t be a next time.

That was until you spotted Oikawa and Iwaizumi leaving practice early. Taking this chance to see what’s up and just chat while walking home like usual, you skipped over to catch up with them. Iwaizumi’s still giving you the cold shoulder with his stern facial expressions while Oikawa’s cracking up some jokes on the side to accompany you.

“I’ll just walk home alone… Oikawa’ll walk you home,” Iwaizumi dryly said, breaking up the conversation while knowing that you and him always took the same way home whereas Oikawa’s house was in the opposite direction.

“Fine by me!” Oikawa bubbly cheered like always.

“No, that's not happening. Don’t leave me alone with this doofus, Iwa!” you teased at Oikawa, coming to a halt when you saw Iwaizumi storming ahead of you two.

“Look. Just go, I’ll be fine” Iwaizumi demanded with a furious tone, looking back with his eyes squinted in anger.

“Oikawa.. you should probably go. I can just walk with Iwaizumi since we’re headed the same way” just slightly nudging Oikawa to urge him over to his side of the neighborhood.

Shrugging before he walked off alone, Oikawa left the premise as you two watched his chestnut hair start to fade off the more steps he took. The silence between you and Iwaizumi was absolutely killing you just before you heard his irriated tone switch back to his low voice that you longed to hear.

“I’m sorry I’m acting like this. It’s foolish of me,” staring down at your shoes before tilting his head up at your puzzled face that tried to understand what he was implying.

“No no, you’re- you’re fine..” waving away his apology, though still skeptical for what he’s apologizing for.

“I can’t do this anymore. I like you, but I see the way you talk and laugh with him,” dropping his shoulders along with his head as he mumbles from under his breath.

Your mouth is dropped dead onto the ground in astonishment from what you’re hearing. Iwaizumi likes me back..? Is Oikawa really the reason why he has been acting like this these past few weeks? Your mind ran in circles, circulating an answer as you squirmed in surprise.

“W-What do you mean..?” trying to understand what he’s thinking about you and Oikawa.

“It’s obvious. You like Oikawa and he probably likes you back. It’s totally okay to just reject me because you like him, he’s a great guy and you two would make a good match..” avoiding all eye contact with you as his eyes avert to look behind you. The wave of sadness flushing over his complexion made your heart break just looking at him because you’ve never seen him in this state before.

“NO! That’s not it Iwa..! You don’t get it,” grasping onto his biceps to pull his forlorn face closer to yours as you tried to knock some sense into him.

“If I can’t be your love, I’d still be by your side.. I’d give you my life because I love you, just know that” finally locking eye contact with you as his eyes glossed with the tears starting to swell up.

“Are you crying? Are you stupid Iwa..? The only person here that I like here is you!” almost shouting in his face.

His eyes widened in revelation. How could he be so naive? The way you act around Oikawa was only to match with his energy, not to indicate that you liked him back. Of course, that was the answer, how could Iwaizumi not know?

The only person you gave extra time to was Iwaizumi and him only! It only started to get rocky when Oikawa was brought into the picture because Iwaizumi thought that you got along so well with him so he can introduce you to his best friend, which was not the case at all from the start. 

“Me? But what about how you approached me? I even introduced you to Oikawa because I thought you wanted to get closer to me to get closer to Oikawa,” questioning how you had different energy levels that switched between him and his friend.

“See, I only acted normal around Oikawa because well, he’s just like that. You on the other hand, I just can’t stop tensing and getting nervous around because I actually like you. I don’t wanna mess up in front of you because I want to show you the best version of myself! So much that sometimes I end up saying nothing at all..” sliding your hands down to hold his as you swung them around confessing how you really felt with Iwaizumi.

“Oh really?” looking up to see him a simple small smile plasted pressed against his lips.

“Yeah..” his infectious toothy grin starting to appear when you exchanged eye contact.

“My love?”

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[kiiwiigii]

Mine

Jasper x Vampire!Fem!Reader 

Summary: You make the mistake of wearing someone else's hoodie. 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

The Major *wink, wink* 

Possessive sex 

Oral (F. receiving) 

Cream pie 

Word Count: 2.8k+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

Intense and angry possessive sex with jasper pleaaaaaase 🙏 

A/N: A special thank you to @alecvolturi and @demetris-cocksleeve who both encouraged me to not bin this. This was the most frustrating one I have written so far. But I hope you enjoy!

I honestly should have seen it coming. 

It would be just my luck to be left alone with Jasper while the family had decided to take separate vacations. 

Coming out of the newborn stage at 2 years, I still didn't feel comfortable enough to be out in the world just yet. Alaska was a safe haven for me until I felt I was ready. So, Jasper had stayed behind, essentially playing babysitter. 

And it was awkward as hell. 

I think it was obvious that I had a crush on him. 

Obvious to everyone in the fucking house. 

Including Jasper. 

And I knew he could feel it. Which was as embarrassing as it sounds. And it was quite obvious that he didn't feel the same way, since he had never acted on it. 

We were just friends. 

And as awkward as it was, I sucked it up and enjoyed his company instead. 

At least he couldn't hear my thoughts, unlike poor Edward. 

Jasper made sure that we had something new to do every day, but he also gave me space when he sensed I needed it. In a weird way, it felt like we had been growing closer, and I had caught him looking at me often, something flashing in the back of his eyes. And like me, he would look away quickly.  

It was like a sort of dance that neither of us would admit to. 

I sat on the kitchen counter, watching the snow drift by in thick flurries through the large windows. Alice had given us the heads-up that a storm was rolling in during one of her daily check-ins. Jasper and I had just returned from hunting a few hours ago, and despite being cold-natured now, I was still uncomfortably cold. I held a cup of hot water in my hands. Not to drink, but it made me feel somewhat normal, and it warmed my hands fairly well. 

I let my mind wander. I should go sit in the living room where the fire was, I'd be much warmer. But Jasper was in there. And every time I even looked at the fire all I could think about was him taking me right there on the floor in front of it, the plush rug soothing against the skin of my back- 

I squirmed a little at just at the thought of it. 

"Darlin'?" 

I blinked up at Jasper. I had been so lost in my own thoughts that I hadn't even been paying attention to my surroundings. He had only taken to calling me 'darlin' recently and it practically set my body afire. By God, if I could blush, I would be beet red. Quickly clearing my thoughts, I smiled up at him. 

"Hey, Jazz." 

"What are you wearing?" 

I looked down at what I had on. Shorts and a hoodie. 

"Clothes?" It came out as a question. 

"Yes, I can see that. But why are you wearing Emmett's clothes?"  

I started at the anger in Jasper's tone, surprised and wary. I eyed him quizzically. 

"Because. I wanted his hoodie. I like it."  

 Jasper scowled, and disappeared before reappearing a moment later, one of his own hoodies in hand 

"Here. This is much warmer, and I know you're cold."  

"Why do you care?" I raised a brow at him in challenge. 

This was completely out of character for Jasper and to say that I was confused was an understatement. 

We had a mild stare-down until Jasper actually growled at me. I sucked in a breath, heat shooting straight between my legs, and I squeezed my thighs together again.  

Fuck.  

That was playing dirty.  

And given my current state of emotions, he absolutely had to know it. 

"Just get rid of it." He demanded. 

"What?" 

"Emmett's hoodie. Get. Rid. Of. It." 

I gulped, a little uncomfortable with Jasper's sudden mood swings. I quickly took the hoodie from his hands. It was his dark blue one, my favorite one to see him in. 

He continued to stare at me, waiting, and I cleared my throat. Finally, he raised a brow at me, and I rolled my eyes, trying to fight the bit of embarrassment rolling through me. 

"Well, if you insist on me putting it on right here and now, Jasper, I'm going to insist that you turn around." 

His brows furrowed adorably. "And why would I need to do that?" 

I looked away from our little staring contest, biting my lip. "Because I don't have anything else on under it." 

Jasper straightened up and his eyes darkened as he looked at me, and if I'd had a beating heart it would have leaped at the burning look in his eyes. 

"What?" I said defensively. "It's soft. I like how it feels! Most of my clothes are scratchy!" 

He turned around quickly, his hands coming up to massage his temples. Keeping an eye on him I quickly discarded Emmet's hoodie and slid my arms through the sleeves of Jasper's, zipping it all the way up. I discreetly buried my nose into it for a moment. It was so much softer than Emmet's, and it smelled significantly better. Like Jasper. 

Fuck. 

I could feel the wetness beginning between my thighs. 

I needed to escape. 

Like, now. 

I couldn't exactly hide it, but it was way better than creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for the both of us. 

"You know, you wouldn't feel so cold if you put more clothes on." He was facing me again. 

I felt embarrassment flood through me. He had a point. And it was also the perfect excuse to escape- 

"Not that I really mind," He continued with a smirk, his eyes raking up and down my form. "I like what I see. And I like  how you look in my clothes. Especially in my clothes." 

My brain screeched to a halt, my lips parting in shock. His southern drawl had suddenly gotten deeper. This sounded like the Major talking. I had only met the Major once, right before Victoria's army came for Bella. That had been… an experience to say the least. And if that part of him was coming out, then that explained his sudden shift in mood. 

"And I have to say that I also prefer you wrapped up in my scent."  

He was practically purring. 

I gulped, suddenly on edge. "Why?" 

Jasper's eyes were predatory, nearly black. "Because darlin', you're mine." 

My eyes widened at his words. He approached me slowly, hands reaching out on either side of me on the counter, my legs falling open unconsciously and allowing him into my space. He leaned in, eyes watching me with such intensity that I forgot how to breathe. Perhaps it was a good thing that I didn't need to breathe because before I knew it, I felt a wave of lust roll through me, and it wasn't just my own. 

I gasped as he leaned in, claiming my lips with his own, and my legs wrapped around him without a second thought. He groaned, cupping my neck as he tilted my head back, while his other hand gripped my waist possessively. He tasted like mint, with a small tinge of copper from hunting earlier in the day. He swiped his tongue along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth obediently, letting him in. 

After a moment he pulled back and buried his nose into my neck, his hands sliding down to grip my thighs. I tried to catch my breath, despite not really needing it. 

"You taste so much better than I thought you would." His voice was low and husky, muffled by the fabric of his hoodie. 

Goosebumps erupted across my body, and I could practically feel the wetness begin to drip down my thighs to the counter.  Jasper must have caught on to my confusion and doubt because he gripped my thighs even tighter. 

"Oh, yes. You have no idea how many times I've thought about you, darlin'." He pulled back to look at me. "Of all the ways I could have you. In my bed. On the couch. On the floor. Against the wall."

I gasped, thighs squeezing together around his waist. 

"That's right, darlin'. I've lost count of how many times I've thought of making you mine." 

"Yours?" I squeaked. 

"Mine." 

Oh my.  

Oh fuck. 

I really, really liked it when he was possessive. 

I moaned, clutching his shirt, a bit dazed as he swooped in for another kiss. 

"Oh," I gasped as he kissed his way down, lightly raking his teeth against my neck, his hands tracing invisible lines over my curves.  

I could feel every inch of him pressed up against me, and it was almost too much. I rolled my hips up against him and he pulled away, breathing heavily. 

Before I could comprehend what was happening, I was being lifted off the counter. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other slid under my ass to hold me up. I held on for dear life as he carried me to the living room and sat me down on the couch. I stared at him as he kneeled in front of me on the floor, spreading my legs open slightly. 

Jasper suddenly paused, looking up at me with dark eyes. 

"This is your one and only chance to tell me no. Otherwise, I will have you, right here and now, and there will be no going back." 

I gulped but said nothing, choosing to nod instead. 

"Use your words, darlin'. I need to hear you say yes." 

"Y- yes." 

"That's my girl." 

He smirked before reaching up and tugging at the zipper of the hoodie, the fabric slowly falling away to reveal my nakedness underneath. I automatically went to cover my breasts when Jasper grabbed my wrists with a warning growl. 

"Don't you even think about it darlin'. You are mine. And I want to admire every inch of you." 

My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a thrill of pleasure and submission at his words, my body betraying me as my nipples hardened. 

Jasper let out a purr of pleasure and slowly let go of my wrists, pulling my arms away from my body and exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. 

I gasped when he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around my waist, splaying his hands across my back beneath the hoodie, and pressing me to him, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. My hands automatically came up to twist themselves in his hair, my back arching at the wet sensation of his tongue on my skin.  

I couldn't help but moan as he nipped and licked before biting down lightly, teasingly. I gasped as the pain and pleasure mixed together, creating a delicious sensation that had my pussy practically pulsing. The sensations were overwhelming, and I couldn't keep still. I started to rock my hips against him, moaning. 

Before I knew it, he was pulling away, leaving me to whimper at the loss of his tongue.  

Jasper slowly began to peel my shorts down my legs, exposing my soaked panties. 

I squirmed at the way he took in the sight of me before traveling back up to my face. 

"Mine." he purred, his eyes never leaving mine as he hooked his thumbs into my panties. He gave them a little yank, and I felt them slide down my legs. "Fuck. You're gorgeous."  

His hands trailed up my smooth, silky legs and I quivered as his hands got closer to my heated center. I couldn't help but whimper as one of his hands traced the apex of where my thigh met my pussy, right along the panty line.  

"Please." I begged softly. 

I gasped in surprise at how quickly he moved, one hand gripping my ass to pull me closer, and the other quickly shoving his face into my soaked pussy. 

I had to bite back another moan, my back arching as he slid his tongue along my folds and began to lick me. 

"Holy fuck," I managed to croak out, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head. 

The feeling of his hot tongue along my slick folds was almost like an electric shock, hitting me in the base of my stomach and sending sparks throughout my body, ending in my fingertips, which had tangled themselves in Jasper's golden locks. 

I had completely lost control of myself, practically squirming with each swipe of his tongue. Jasper grasped my thighs to keep me still, relentless in his assault. He started swirling his tongue around my clit, teasing me, and slowly driving me closer to my climax. The feeling of his mouth finally deciding to suck on my clit sent me right over the edge. 

I let out a cry as I came hard, gasping for breath. Jasper didn't let up, continuing to viciously lap up my juices as he sent me spiraling into yet another orgasm.   

By the time my breathing had returned to normal, he had somehow managed to escape from my hold and was standing in front of me. 

"We're not done yet, darlin'." 

I swallowed thickly. He smirked, watching me intently as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, making me even more aware that I was unable to get rid of my burning need for him. He slid his jeans down and kicked them off before stepping close to me. I could smell the faint scent of me on his breath and I licked my lips in anticipation as he inched closer. 

"We're not done until you can't walk." 

I sucked in a surprised breath, pussy practically pulsing with need. 

Jasper chuckled as he pushed me back on the couch and spread my legs wider. His touch was soft and gentle as he spread my pussy open and slid two fingers inside me, stroking them in and out yet again. This man had magic fingers. And if he had me coming undone with just his tongue and fingers alone, it made me wonder what he was able to do with his cock. 

"I have to make sure you're nice n' ready for me darlin'." He murmured. "Here, put your hands up under your knees for me. Just like that. Now, don't let go." 

I obeyed, chest heaving and now fully exposed in a way I never thought possible. Jasper grinned before leaning in and kissing me deeply, tugging at my bottom lip with his teeth. 

I could taste myself on his lips and it only made me more aroused. He slowly slid his fingers out of me and replaced them with his hard, throbbing length. 

When had he lost the underwear?? 

I didn't have much time to think about it before he was pushing himself inside me, filling me up in one smooth thrust.  

I let out a ragged breath in surprise. 

"Jasper!" I squeaked. 

I was so full that I could feel every inch of him, so thick and hard. 

Jasper barely stopped to pause, bending down to nip at my ear in admonishment before he started thrusting in and out of me, a slow, steady rhythm that had me moaning and gripping the underside of my knees for dear life. 

Fuck. 

He was hitting that spot again, and I had the feeling that I wouldn't be seeing only stars this time around. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, the pleasure building up inside me until I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Jasper," I gasped out, my nails digging into my thighs. "I'm gonn- gonna come." 

He grinned before driving himself even deeper into me, his pace picking up as he started to drive me closer and closer to the edge, feeling my walls practically strangling his cock. 

"Come for me, Darlin'." He purred.  

My toes curled in pleasure as the coil building in my belly snapped, and I came hard, my body shaking and my pussy clenching around him. Jasper followed suit a few seconds later, his body going rigid as he came inside me.  

"Don't move." He ordered. 

Jasper paused before pulling out, looking down at me with a satisfied grin, eyes still dark and intense. I was panting, doing my best to catch my breath yet again while holding my legs up. I could feel his seed dripping out of my pussy and onto the couch. 

He licked his lips, taking in the sight of me and I nearly moaned at the thought of what he was seeing. I must look like a wreck. Completely ruined. Half dressed in his hoodie and completely defiled, his cum running down my pussy and ass. 

Jasper smirked. 

"Oh, darlin'. You look perfect that way." 

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The Favor 3

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Warnings-dom/sub dynamic, oral sex, sprinkle of degradation, soft Dom h, face fucking, hair pulling, choking, h's filthy mouth, cumplay, etc.

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Y/N still had shaky knees by the time she got home that night. They hadn’t gone much further than that, his lips giving her a reward of kisses on her lips and neck as he had her lounge in his lap. To get used to his touch, he had claimed. It didn’t matter to her considering she felt like she was a bit touch starved and he was happy to supply his fix. 

Danny wasn’t a bad boyfriend. She didn’t want to paint him in a bad light- but he didn’t do all the things she had originally expected. He didn’t cuddle her as often as she’d liked and claimed he ‘slept hot’ so he didn’t hold her in his sleep when she slept over. A year into their relationship and she was thinking maybe he was just getting a bit too comfortable.

She was trying not to let it go to her head, how good it had felt to have Harry’s big hands on her body and little kisses pressed to her. How he had been gentle but dominant with her, reminding her to give her his eyes, his words, her lips. He’d kissed her like it was his job and made her head spin, but she figured he must have a lot of good practice on how to be a good kisser. 

When the phone rang the next day and she saw it was Danny, part of her didn’t want to answer. She still felt off about the fact he was okay with someone else touching her so intimately and made her feel so bad about wanting things in the bedroom, but the thing that bothered her the most was just how much she liked Harry touching her. She didn’t know much more about him but he had planned on her coming over to see him this weekend. They were going to actually play a little bit and that excited her to no end. There was no idea on what it was exactly they were going to do, but she knew she would do it for him. 

“Hi.” She said when she finally picked up on one of the last few rings. “Sorry, I’m making food.” It wasn’t a lie. The water was on for pasta. 

“It’s okay. I was just calling to ask how it went.” He said easily. It stung a bit, honestly. She clenched her jaw, unsure how he could be okay with her sleeping with someone else. Did he not know how intimate it was? How safe she had to feel? Clearly not, or she doubted he would let her do this. 

“Went good. He’s really nice and patient.” She mumbled.

“Oh, good. He’s a good guy, even if his tastes are questionable.” 

The girl felt herself stiffen. What the fuck? That wasn’t nice to say. Not about Harry and not about her. She was going to him for her ‘questionable’ tastes, and he never made her feel bad about it. 

“Yeah, well. I’m seeing him this weekend. We’re taking the learning thing slow.” Her fingers picked at the hole in her jeans. “I just wanted to let you know. I’m not really… Comfortable sleeping with two people at once. So I think we need to hold off on our sex together while I do this.” It made her feel icky. Not that there was anything wrong with it, per say. But she didn’t like the idea of him touching her right after Harry. 

“Oh.” He paused. “Okay. That’s fine. Are you still coming out to the bar this weekend though? Or are you and Harry going to be in his sex dungeon.” Now she was irked. Part of her had hoped for maybe a tiny smidge of jealousy. Maybe showing that he cared that she would be spending a lot of time with another man- but nothing. He breezed right past it.  He also talked about Harry in a way she didn’t like the more it happened. Reducing him as solely a man who was a sexual deviant wasn’t nice, or true. He had a dog, he did woodworking, he had a nice house and obviously a good job. He liked music, had vintage band posters in immaculate condition hung up in his hallway. It wasn’t just about who or what he did in the bedroom. 

“Don’t know. I’ll ask Harry.” She mumbled. Since she seemed to be his fucking girl for the time being. “Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later, yeah?” 

There was barely any time to hang up before she sniffled, eyes closing as she tried to fight the tears. She’s really hoped that maybe she would get an inkling of care or jealousy out of him. He must not have a clue about any of the things they were going to do, the trust it involved, the intimacy. Harry was teaching her slowly and he was gentle and kind while also keeping the dominant persona up. It made her melt. 

So instead of calling her boyfriend back and crying to him, she took her phone out to text Harry. 

Y/N: hiiiiii. 

H: Hello. 

Y/N: I had a question if that’s okay? 

H: I have an answer, hopefully. Shoot. 

Y/N: what exactly did you have in mind for this weekend? 

Y/N: am I staying multiple days? 

Y/N: trying to figure out the packing situation. :-) 

Harry smiled down at his phone in his office. He was doing some emails but had abandoned them when he saw her name flash on his screen. He was thankful to hear from her, even more so that she was thinking about this weekend. She wasn’t having second thoughts. 

H: Yes, multiple days. I was thinking you sleep at mine Friday and Saturday, spend some of the Sunday with me. 

H: it’s up to you ultimately. In this situation, you’re in charge with how much or how little time you want to spend with me. It isn’t all going to be whips and chains, perhaps some food breaks in between. 

Y/N: he’s got jokes? 

H: a few. Don’t tell anyone. I can’t lose my mysterious persona. 

Y/N: my lips are sealed. 

Y/N: I told Danny I wasn’t going to have sex with him while I’m doing stuff with you. 

Y/N: we didn’t do it a lot anyways but it feels wrong to do that when we’re doing the things we do. Is that okay?

Was it okay? Harry could feel the smirk on his face, painted there without his permission. It shouldn’t feel so good that she cut him off in order to spend time with him, but it did. He was still astounded that he was willingly letting this happen but now that he’d had a taste of Y/N, he wanted to continue. He’d teach her everything there was to know. 

H: It’s perfectly fine. Anything that makes you comfortable, remember? 

H: it’s probably best, anyways. You went for your testing, yes?

Y/N: yes sir 🫡 bright and early. Should have the results by Friday!!! 

H: perfect. I’ve got mine done up too. You’re still on birth control too? 

Y/N: mhm, I’ve got an IUD. 

H: ouch. I heard those hurt to put in. But thank you for telling me. 

Y/N: it sure isn’t fun. We should probably be put to sleep but they don’t care lol 

H: I know. It’s a shame. I’m sorry that it hurt. 

Y/N: it’s okay :-) no oopsie baby for me!!! 

Y/N: are you planning to… you know… inside me? 

That was something she hadn’t thought about, but the thought was making her hot now. She’d never not used a condom before, always heard it was messy to not, but something about it felt… erotic. Like being marked and claimed. Something that he could play into when they were doing a scene. 

H: if you’d be comfortable with it, I’d love to. But it’s up to you. It’s your body and I respect what you want with it. 

Yep. He had decided that he wanted to do that with her. Already he was breaking his normal limits but the idea had a strong hold on him. Especially knowing now that she wasn’t going to be sleeping with  anyone else while they were together, it made him feel even more inclined to bend the rules he usually made for her. It was just… he wanted to give her everything. Let her experience the true intimacy of it. Plus he couldn’t deny the idea made him hard as stone. 

H: though… overshare? I am partial to the idea of watching your cunt drip with my cum. 

Y/N: I hope you know I’m blushing.

She was more than blushing. She was starting to get wet from the mere mention of it. Harry seemed to like to be blunt that way and there was something so hot about it, he had no fear of saying what he wanted. No matter how crass it may be. 

Y/N: I think I’d like that, though. If everthing is good with my results- which they should be fine- I’m okay with that. I’ve never done it. 

Harry felt himself twitch in his pants behind his desk. A groan audibly left his mouth as he placed his phone down for a moment, running his hand over his face. He shouldn’t like the knowledge he would be the first one bare inside of her. He would be the first one to cum in her. Fuck, he hated how much he loved the idea of it. This wasn’t his girl, wasn’t his to keep, but he was playing pretend like she was. 

H: good to know, pet. I’m excited to explore with you. 

H: you’re a lot of fun, you know that? 

Y/N: I didn’t know that :-) thank you for telling me. I’m really looking forward to seeing you this weekend. 

H: the feeling is mutual, darling. Very much so. 

—-

Y/N felt the familiar tingle of nerves when she pulled into his house. He’d given her the gate code this time, which she punched in and drove herself through as the house took away her breath again. What she wouldn’t do to live in a house like this. It was a Pinterest dream. 

Parking her car to the side, she grabbed her duffle bag and rounded the side to find Harry waiting at his garage door once again. 

God, he was handsome. 

He wore an open baby pink button up with a white tank top underneath and black trousers sitting higher up on his waist. His smile was soft as he watched her approach, stubble a bit more grown out than she remembered and his hair tousled in a sexy off hour type of vibe. To put it lightly, he looked like a model off duty and she felt a bit intimidated. This man found her attractive? She wasn’t insecure that way, but it was admittedly a stroke to her ego. 

“Hi, Darling.” He hummed, reaching out to take her bag from her. “Drive alright?” His eyes scanned over her in appreciation. A dress, one that flirted over her thighs. A soft pink with a subtle floral pattern, cap sleeves and a sweetheart neckline, flat shoes and a little pearl necklace. “You look adorable.” She really did. The picture of flirty innocence, making him heat slightly when he realized she wore this for him. She had to of, considering he was the person she planned on spending the day with. 

“You think?” The girl beamed, looking down at her outfit. “Thank you. I wasn’t sure what to wear or what the plans were. I wanted to look… presentable.” She could feel her cheeks warming from how intently he looked at her. It was unlike what she was used to, like he was drinking in the details. If he looked at her like this now, how would she feel when she was completely bare? “The uh, the drive was alright. Thanks for asking.” She looked at her bag on his shoulder. “You didn’t have to take the bag, I can carry it!” 

“Cute. No, my mother raised me right. Shouldn’t be carrying a thing, especially when you’re coming to stay with me.” He extended a hand. “C’mon, so you don’t catch a chill. Buttons is waiting for you.” The way her face lit up at the mention of his dog made something in his insides soften, her delicate hand slipping into his own and trusting him to lead. Harry knew he was lucky to spend this sort of time with her, and he wasn’t going to risk wasting a moment. All he’d been able to think about during the week was how she had felt under his palms.

As expected, his hand was dropped as they got inside and he said the release command for Buttons, letting her say hello to the excited animal. He whined and went in circles as Y/N giggled, brushing her hands over him and telling him in a soft voice that she had missed him so much. He had to check himself when he found it a bit too cute. Seeing her be this sort of soft was beyond attractive. “Do you want me to put this away on my own, or did you want to come with me?” He said after a few moments. 

“Oh! May I come?” She looked up at him with soft eyes, kneeling on the floor. The vision was marred by his own filthy vision, imagining this exact scenario with a vibrator tucked inside of her needy pussy, tears in her eyes and his cock slipped from her mouth. He felt himself twitch in his trousers, trying to clear the rasp he knew would follow.

“There she goes. Asking for permission already.” His hand came down to stroke her hair, watching her eyes widen as she saw exactly what it was that she said. Her mouth opened to apologize, but he merely shook his head. “I like it, sweetheart. You look good like this.” 

Y/N was burning between her thighs. It was the fastest she thinks she’d ever been aroused in her life. There was an intensity that radiated from him and a heat that crackled between them at her body reacted to his words. She hadn’t meant it like that, no. It was her trying to be polite, but this view was to her favor, too. Seeing him tower over her, his hand stroking her hair like she was the pet, feeding into a bit of a fantasy she had barely explored. That was the point of them, wasn’t it? It was just…. Y/N hadn’t expected for it to feel so good right off the bat. Had tried to write off their kisses and exchange last time as just initial excitement. It was clear now that it was far more than that. “Sorry.” She peeped, unsure of what else to say. 

“None of that.” His scold was gentle as he twirled a lock of hair around his finger. “No apologizing when you’ve done nothing wrong. You’re being a good girl for me already, Y/N.” The praise was sweet falling from his lips, smirk growing as he watched her clench her thighs in what she thought was probably a discreet manner. Buttons had ran off to his toy basket to play, losing interest once Y/N’s hands had fallen from him, but she stayed in her position. Did she even realize what a natural she was at this? When she’d expressed concerns about ‘not being good’ at this last time after this kissing had slowed, he’d been positive she was the perfect person for it- but this proved it.  

The girl took a shaky inhale, smile painting her lips as she looked up at him with hesitancy. “May I get up?” Testing it out. It was difficult because all she wanted to do was please him, and she knew he’d written out terms but… she’d just walked in. It hadn’t been her intention to fall right into it, but they had. She wasn’t quite sure what to say about that. 

Raspberry lips twitched as he let out a breathy laugh, nodding his head. “Very nice. Yes, you may. C’mon.” His hand was extended to hers and he helped lift her up, steadying her as she blinked at him. He merely gave her a comforting look before taking her hand in his again and leading her up the stairs. “Now, I’ve got two options. You can stay in the guest room, settle in there… or you can stay in my room, with me.” It was a loaded question, he knew. “You’re welcome to change your mind about either at any time, of course. It’s up to you.” 

Y/N hadn’t expected the option to actually sleep in his bed with him. That felt… intimate. More intimate than she would have thought, but from what she had been taught so far? The whole thing was intimate. They weren’t doing just a scene, he was teaching her about this lifestyle and she felt excitement bubble in her tummy at the prospect of waking up next to him. He treated her so nicely like this. Surely, he was going to be a bit mean when they played and she craved that- but she had been craving that sort of intimacy desperately. Was it wrong to get her fill whilst she was here? 

“May I sleep with you?” She asked with slight hesitation. It was also up to him, and though he had offered,  she wanted to know his own preferences. “Is that something you’d like?” It was his house, she didn’t want to put him out. 

And truthfully? Usually, he didn’t really care either way. Sometimes he got a bit itchy for alone time when it came to other arrangements he’d had but the man really couldn’t imagine being sick of Y/N. Not wanting to rub his hands all over her and have unadulterated access to her. To see her sleepy and soft in the morning light, see how he could mold her into his own body and possibly have a bit of morning sex. “I’d enjoy it if you did, yes.” He hummed, trying not to show his bias too much. Ultimately it was her decision to make. 

“Okay.” She looked at him cautiously. “Then… I think I’d like to do that. Please.” Adding in the extra manners surely seemed to work in her favor, his smile brightening at it. It made her tummy flip flop, watching him look at her like that. It made her want to get more of it. 

He’d shown her the guest room she could use anyway in case she wanted time apart from him- though he hoped that wouldn’t be the case- before opening the double doors to his bedroom. 

It was a bit of a grand show off way, but he’d always liked the look of a suite. The doors opening and a tiny mini foyer before a hallway, opening up to the large bedroom. Hardwood floors and cream colored walls, a walk in closet to the left and the bathroom to the right as they walked through the hall, which he pointed out. His actual bedroom was quite large, with a fireplace, television, bookcase, large windows… the bed was on an elevated platform with four posters at the end. Her mind buzzed, knowing it was the perfect set up to tie her up. Leave her helpless. The dark red bedding popped against the cream and hardwood, somehow fitting his personality perfectly. It was clean, comfortable, but lived in. 

“Wow, Harry. It’s gorgeous.” Her hand left his as she walked further into the room and looked at whole thing. The loveseat by the windows and bookcase, the incredible view over the hills. It was hard to imagine what this house would cost, but she had to think it was way more than she could fathom. He walked up to the bed and placed her bag there, arms crossed as he watched her pad across the room and take in details. 

He liked the sight of her here. Her hair falling down her back and bouncing as she moved, she enjoyed the decor he put up and told him so. Harry did wonder if it was smart, keeping her in here with him. If he wasn’t going to set himself up for something painful considering he already felt a bit more for the girl than he should, but he couldn’t stop himself. Rationally he knew that she would probably go back to Danny after this was over and she had her ‘fill’ but… part of him hoped she wouldn’t. Even if she wasn’t with him, but someone who would give her what she wanted. What she needed. All without making her feel poorly about herself. 

His hands itched as he watched her bend over to look at a photo frame on the bookcase, eyes falling down to her dress as it rode up and exposed the softness of her thighs. It was short, the dress, and he wondered if she’d done it on purpose. What she was wearing underneath all of it. Part of his mind wanted desperately to call her over, taunt her about the fact she was teasing him and fuck her throat as a ‘punishment’- but he didn’t want to scare her by moving too quickly. Instead, he would give himself a reward for his self control. 

“Y/N? Come here please.” He stood by the bed and watched as she perked up, trotting over to him with a questioning look on her face. She didn’t do a thing to stop him as his hand cupped her chin, tilting her face up so he could look at her. “You’re still happy to be here, yeah?” His voice was soft as he tried to read her reactions.

It was hard for her to think when he held her this way, but she nodded insistently. “Of course. I’ve… I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” She admitted. It had been the whole week of texting and check-ins to make sure she had good days at work and it had become a routine she really liked. Their kissing and his firm tone had haunted her mind the entire time, making her crave more of it. 

“Yeah? You have?” He hummed. “Should have known. You’ve been a sweet girl since I’ve met you, but… I didn’t expect this out of you.” His thumb ran over her bottom lip. “It’s a welcome surprise. Though I never thought I’d find myself in this position with you… I’m glad you’re trusting me enough to help guide you.” It made him feel really fucking good, honestly. Yes, Danny may have suggested it but she was the one with the choice. “I just want to remind you that if you’re ever uncomfortable, you safe word for me. If you want me to stop, tell me. If I’m too mean and you’re hurt, if anything I do hurts past the point of pleasure, if you’re panicking? Stop me. I’ll never, ever be angry with you for doing that.” 

Y/N seemed to be the type to try and push through true discomfort to appease people. He didn’t want that with him. Of course, he would be pushing many limits. Physically and emotionally. But he didn’t want to cross those. It was a large responsibility any time he took a sub, but this was the biggest one yet. Someone he already knew and cared for, even if it was minor- and it was her first time dipping her toe into it. He was setting the tone for her experiences. It was a bit scary, though he’d never tell her that, but he was up for the challenge. “Promise me you’ll do that. For me. Not just as a dominant but as your friend and someone who cares for you.” He sighed, giving her a firm look. 

“Promise. I promise, Harry.” She murmured, understanding the gravity of what he said. He took her safety seriously and he cared for her. “I’ll be a good girl for you. Swear it.” 

Harry grinned, nodding his head. “I know you’ll be a good girl for me, pet. Knew it since you’ve walked in. You jus’ want to make me happy, don’t you?” His tone shifted, just slightly enough to make her body buzz. It was smooth, something reminiscent of last time she was here. At her nod, he let out a breath and smeared his thumb over her bottom lip again. “Good. You know…. Been thinking about these all week.” Her mouth, she realized. Something turned in her stomach and erupted into butterflies, eyes on his face as she tried to decipher what was going on in his mind. “M’gonna feed you and make sure you’re comfortable in a moment, but can I taste you again?” He hummed. “Do I need permission to kiss you this weekend, or is it something you’ll let me take as I please?”

The butterflies melted in her stomach, settling lower and heated her body up in a way she knew was arousal. Excitement. He was still so careful with her, tender, but she couldn’t wait until he was… less so. Until he took what he wanted, like he said, made her bend to his will. Told her what to do. Boss her around. But she understood he couldn’t read her mind and how she was fucking gagging for him to use her, to touch her, so she nodded. 

“Words, Pet. Remember?” He raised an eyebrow and made her breathing catch as his grip on her face tightened. 

“Sorry- sorry. Yes. You can… you can do whatever you want. I like when you kiss me.” She peeped, knowing that she was handing herself over to the man on a silver platter with all the dressings. “I want that.” 

“There we go.” He cooed. “So good. Thank you for correcting that- don’t make me remind you again.” His face got closer to hers. “I’m glad our wants seem to be in agreement.”

Y/N’s brain went haywire as his lips pressed to hers before it went quiet. So quiet, so smooth as his mouth sipped at hers ever so gently before applying a bit more pressure. Her face was still firmly held between his fingers as he kissed her, her hands falling to his button up and curling into the fabric as she did her best to return the kiss the way he wanted. She’d never been kissed like this, where it was so abundantly clear that he was in charge. There was no fighting for dominance- Harry owned her mouth. 

When he pulled away, the whimper fell from her mouth and she pouted as he chuckled, wiping his thumb over the corner of her mouth to clean her up. “S’okay, darling. Don't want you too worked up yet.” He brushed his nose against yours. “M’gonna take good care of you and your needy cunt. Don’t worry about that. But I’ve got to get you unpacked and some food in your belly before I can make you cum. Need your strength.” He sighed, pressing one last peck to her lips before pulling back. “C’mon. I’ve got a drawer cleaned out for you and the second sink is yours. 

Y/N followed him on wobbly knees, wondering just how fucked she was going to be when this is how she felt from mere kisses. 

—-

Dinner was eaten with a comfortable chatter between the two of them. It was surprisingly easy to just…. Be. Harry was a comfortable person to be around and she thought maybe that’s why she felt the way she did for him. Preening at his praise for her new project she shared with him, like a pup waiting for a biscuit. She’d trailed him around the house, going outside with him to take Buttons on his walk after he ate dinner where he had shown her around his yard. His pool, jacuzzi, garden, the tennis court and rock climbing wall- he seemed to have the works, and she was very jealous. What she wouldn’t do to live in this sort of house. Thankfully she was spending time here now, getting to pretend this was her life. 

Standing on the deck, he whistled for Buttons to come back to them before turning to Y/N. “Think we’re getting close to having our fun together.” He hummed. “Tonight we’ll play a bit, get a feel for each other. Tomorrow, I’ll take you out for lunch. Then I was thinking…” he crossed his arms over his body and Y/N gawked at his arms. He was incredibly fucking hot. “I’ll take you to the toy shop. Let you pick something out to try. S’that something you’d be comfortable with?” 

Y/N had to admit she didn’t expect him to do any of that. Not take her out, nor to a sex shop to get a toy for her, but the thought made her dizzy. It was so nice of him, so thoughtful, and still slightly dirty. She loved the idea, really, especially to spend time with him. “Yeah! I’ve never… I’ve never been to one of those before.” Her admittance was quiet. “Always been too nervous to go on my own. He never liked the idea of going even just to look, so I’m excited that you’d be willing to take me.” 

God, Danny was a pussy, wasn’t he? You didn’t even have to be into kinky shit to go to a sex shop. Harry felt for her. Having that urge, that itch to scratch, and feeling like no one around you would accept you for it had to be an uncomfortable and lonely feeling.  “Well I have a favorite shop and money to be spent. So allow me to treat you this weekend, yeah? More than happy to do it and let you experience new things.” 

Y/N felt guilt at the prospect of him spending money on her, but he didn’t seem to be the type to take no for an answer. He’d had dinner ready for them, had helped her unpack her bag, ultimately taken care of her since she’d walked into the house. Even wiped the corner of her lip when she’d gotten a bit of sauce on it. It came so naturally between them that she knew she should probably be a bit concerned but she couldn’t be. Not with how good it felt. “Okay. I can- I hope you don’t feel forced fo pay for me. I have money I can spend too.” She peeped. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage or anything. You’re the one helping me.” 

Harry clicked his tongue, brushing it off. “Well you’re the one letting me get wrapped in that snug little cunt eventually, yeah? Letting me throw you around a bit and have fun with you… so, that’s enough reason for me to want to do it.” He turned to her and pulled her against him, making her meet his eyes again. “For the time you’re alone with me, you’re mine. You told him he can’t touch you while you’re with me, yeah? M’the only one getting access to you like this?” 

“Yes, sir.” She breathed, feeling herself melt in his grip. His tone had changed and she felt it between her thighs as he held the back of her neck. 

“Then that settles it. I take care of what’s mine.” His mouth pressed to hers, stealing a kiss from her lips. “You’ve been doing well tonight. I think I want to play with you a bit now. Go upstairs to the bedroom and sit on your knees, right next to the bed. Hands in your lap.” The visible perk up made him want to smile, but he kept his face straight. Y/N was the prettiest thing, and he was more than looking forward to touching her now. 

Y/N was more than eager, pushing past the nerves and nearly jogging up the stairs as she made her way to his room. He’d lock the house up and settle Buttons for the night, and she would wait patiently for him. 

The hardwood was cold against her knees, but she did as he asked. Kneeling with her hands in her lap, she tried not to let her mind wander. Instead, she looked around the room and bought time as it rolled by. It was a bit uncomfortable, she couldn’t lie. She had to shift around, but the pain excited her a little bit. Her eyes had kept going to the clock by the bed, watching as 10 minutes passed. Each one made her more and more squirmy with the anticipation, but by the 13th minute she could hear his footsteps approaching and she settled into the final position, watching him walk towards her. 

The man looked tall. Powerful. Someone she had to give into. She craved it.  He stopped right in front of her, a gentle hum leaving his lips as he looked down, his hand coming over her head to caress her lightly. “Look at what a good listener you are, pet.” He murmured, fingers finding her cheek and brushing over them as she gave him her eyes. “This is a beautiful sight to walk into. S’where you belong, isn’t it?” His voice was… different. It held a different tone to it, a cadence that he didn’t have when speaking in other instances. It made her wet. “Belong on your knees, waiting for me to tell you what to do. Gorgeous”. He sighed, appreciating the view he had. 

“Yes, sir.” She whispered, mouth suddenly dry as her hands itched to grab his belt and pull him closer so she could feel more of his body heat. 

“You remember your safe word, sweetheart?” He asked, watching as she nodded. When she didn’t say anything else, his hand fisted her hair and tugged back, making her gasp loudly at the slight sting. It only made her feel hotter, mouth opening but failing to say anything. “What have I told you, hm? Told you to stop with the nodding and use your words, like a good girl.” He warned. 

“M’sorry, I’m sorry sir. Yes, I remember.” She winced as the grip on her hair lessened, missing it a little bit as his lips twitched up. Why had she liked that so much? He’d stolen her breath with that move, and they’d only just begun. 

“There we are. Don’t make me ask you again, or m’not gonna be as nice.”’he smoothed her hair back, taking a step forward. “I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do with you. It’s exciting, you know? Having free reign over your body. A big responsibility, but it’s one I welcome.” Harry loved it now, seeing her reactions to him. She was doing her best to be good already. “It’s hard to plan when there’s so many things I want to show you. But I think we can have some of the basics now. Make use of those hands and take off my belt.” 

Y/N’s shaky hands gripped the belt and slipped the tongue through the loop, the metallic sound filling the otherwise quiet room. Getting the latch undone, she began to pull at it and watched as the leather ran through the loops until the accessory was off of his body. He didn’t say anything, merely stepping closer to her. So close that her mouth was inches away from his groin, making her excitement build. He was hard. She could see it, the print of him through the fabric, and she wanted to touch. 

“Look what you’ve done to me, darling. Got me hard just thinking about the filthy things M’gonna do to you.” He murmured, using his grip on her hair to pull her closer to him. Her nose brushed against his cock, Harry pressing her face against his pants with little effort. “Give me some kisses. Show me how much you want it.” 

One thing was certain- Y/N was eager. The man watched as she nodded, lips pursing against the fabric as she kissed from the base all the way to the tip. Her breath was warm and leaked through the fabric, making his stomach tighten a bit. What got him was the fact that he could tell she enjoyed this, even being nervous. She continued, keeping her hands in her lap like the good girl she was for him. “There’s my good girl.” He cooed. “Do you want to take them off? Want to make me feel good and wrap those puffy lips around my cock, suck me down?” He mumbled, watching as she nodded- though she paired it with words this time. 

“Yes, sir, I’d really like to. I want to make you feel good. May I?” She was a dream, really. Looking at him with pleading eyes, making him want to groan at how lucky he was to get such an eager little thing. He got to explore her fantasies with her and that was an honor. 

“You may. Go ahead and take my pants off- but don’t touch my cock until I tell you to.” Harry was impressed thus far. Y/N was doing an incredible job, and he could see it on her face. How she was leaning into this, that she was a natural at it. Like she was slipping right into a roll she was made for. Her hands were shaky as they pulled his zipper down, fingers gently tugging at the waistband and leading them down his hips. He didn’t offer much help, watching as they were quickly pulled down to his ankles and she looked back up at him, making him lift his leg to let her slip them off completely. “Excellent.” He praised, watching as her fingers went to his briefs but stopped, eyes widening as she caught herself. He hadn’t asked her to take those off. 

“I’m impressed.” He smiled, watching as she stayed where she was. “You were about to do something I didn’t ask for but you remembered. M’glad you caught that.” He could feel himself throbbing in his briefs though, and he desperately wanted her mouth on him. He’d been dreaming about it for days. “Go on. You can take those off.” Harry was arrogant at times, but the swell of his ego was massive as she pulled the fabric over his cock and her eyes widened at the sight of him. Her motions of taking the briefs off were even more hurried than the trousers, a little chuckle leaving his mouth. “Take me in your hand, give me a few tugs.” 

Y/N was gentle with it, her warm hand shaking slightly as she curled it around the base of his cock. It wasn’t often she would call a dick pretty, but if any she had ever seen deserved that title? It was his. Thick, slightly curved with a ruddy pink tip. Leaking a little bit, making her pant. She wanted it in her mouth. The deprived girl wanted him to push her down on him until her nose brushed the groomed thatch of hair on his groin that led up to a little happy trail. Never in her life had her mouth gotten wet to the point she thinks she could drool over the sight of something, let alone a person. “You’re so pretty, sir.” She whispered, giving him a stroke. He was hot in her hand and she could feel him twitch in her palm, scooting forward on her knees so he was directly in front of her face. 

“You think so?” He grinned. “Thank you, baby.” 

Baby. Baby. Baby? Y/N liked that nickname a lot. Of course she had been called that before, but something about hearing it from him in this context made her whine. Audibly whine, embarrassing the fuck out of her as she hadn’t meant to do it out loud. 

“Oh, you like that then? Sweet little baby.” The man crooned, stroking her hair back. “I have to admit… I didn’t expect you to be gagging for it like you are. But I’m pleasantly surprised.” He watched her pull his cock again, stroking with a gentle squeeze that made him exhale harder. “Prettiest baby, gagging for my cock. Are you going to let me down that throat, hm? Choke on me a little bit?” He purred, watching her eyes widen. “I know you will. But first, I want you to give me some kisses.” He was taunting her a little and he knew that, but he wanted to watch her squirm. 

“Yeah- I, I really want it Sir. I wanna make you happy.” She rubbed the tip over her lips, his precum wetting them in a filthy vision that had Harry wanting to curse. “Just tell me what to do. I’ll listen.” Soft, hot lips began to kiss up the length of him. Wet kisses, her lips curling around the sides as she pulled back and kissed the other side as well. She wasn’t precise with it, choosing instead to let herself be a little sloppy with her kisses and watch his reaction. 

“You are. Doing so fucking well, pet.” His praises made her smile against his length, which really was the filthiest, most lovely thing he’d ever seen. “You really are dirty, aren’t you? Don’t want to pull away from my cock so you smile on it. Do you think you can do it with me stuffed in your throat?” Realistically he knew she couldn’t- but her answer pleased him anyway.

“I’ll try anything for you.” She blinked up at him, resting the tip at her lips as she smattered kisses around the sensitive area. It took everything in her not to peek her tongue out and lick over the slit, but she had to be good for him. That’s all she wanted. 

“That’s what I like to hear.” He mumbled, watching her give him her best pleading look. “Since you can’t safe word with me in your mouth, pinch my thigh if you don’t want any more. I’m going to let you start, but I’ll take control shortly after.” There was a pause. “M’gonna be gentler because it’s your first time with me, but in the future I’ll push you to your limits. Remember what I told you.” He’d never be angry or upset if she wanted to stop. 

Y/N took the permission though, quickly pulling the head of his cock into her mouth and humming in relief. She’d been dreaming about this all week, just as he had. When he’d initially put her on her knees for him the first time they’d met up, she had hoped this would be the case/ but it was worth the wait with his fingers carding through her hair and taking a handful at the back of her head, loosely waiting as she sucked. 

She loved oral. Really, she did, but there was something about Harry that made her all the more excited to do this for him. Perhaps it was the praise or just his energy, but she could feel the dull throbbing of her clit as she took a bit more of him down. 

“Pretty mouth.” He mumbled, wiping the corner of her stretched lips was she got a bit messier. “Been thinking about it, having you here. Love that you’re eager for it. Are you this much of a  cockslut for everyone else?” She tried her best to deny it, a muffled ‘mm-‘mm’ leaving her throat as she tried to take more of him down. “No? Only for me?” This was easier to confirm, bobbing her head a little bit. Harry let out a hiss as he watched her take more, the first tear slipping from her eyes without permission. He was making her eyes water already. 

“M’glad to hear that. This is going to be your favorite cock, I bet.” He started to take over now, pushing her hand away. “Behind your back- good, perfect listening.” He praised, slowly pushing her further down on his length. “This is where you’re going to dream about being. On your knees for me, a bit helpless. But I think…. Fuck.” His eyes clenched shut for a moment as she gagged on him. He watched for any sign to stop, but she merely opened her wet eyes and looked up at him. “I think you like being a helpless little thing. You want me to use you.” He was getting down to it now, thoroughly impressed- but he felt her hand come up and tap his thigh, immediately pulling back. The girl let out a choked noise, Harry pausing and stroking her hair back, looking down in concern. “Okay, baby?” He whispered, watching her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. “Need a break?”

“Y-yeah I’m okay. We can keep going but...” Her voice was hoarse. “I just- I couldn’t take anymore.” Her bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry. I wanted to take all of it. I tried-“ she was immediately cut off with Harry cooing at her, lifting her head up and his face bent down to look at her. 

“None of that. It’s okay, darling.” He smiled. “M’just a bit too big for you to take yet. I know. It’s disappointing but…. You’ll learn.” He thumbed away a tear. “We can work on training that throat to take what it was made for. Okay?” Despite how dirty his words could be, he was still comforting her. “Nothing to be sorry about. You’re only just now learning how to be the little whore you’ve always wanted to be.” He got down further, pulling her face up for a messy kiss before straightening up. “How about this. You’ll let me fuck your mouth, but I won’t try and make you take it all. Really want to cum on this pretty face, been aching for it all day.” 

Y/N was burning from his words, the lack of air, her throat. All of it felt good, though. She loved how he spoke to her, the zip of the degrading ruining her panties. She’d been so disappointed in not being able to take all of him, but she liked the idea he proposed. Training her. It made her think about spending more time with him. Sure, it was supposed to be a short term thing but… she was going to take her time if this was the only shot she had of living out her fantasy. 

“Sound good to you, pet? You think you can handle it?”

“Yes, sir. Please fuck my mouth.” She whimpered, aching for him to get back into it. 

And he did. Fuck, he really did. 

Harry was gentle at first, scooping her hair up into a makeshift ponytail. She was kneeling on the bed platform, giving her more ease to suck at the level she was at and him the ability to move her as he pleased. At first he pulled her down onto his prick, easing her into it. Giving some semblance of choice- but when she proved she could take him, he began to truly fuck her mouth. 

He wasn’t brutal, no. It wasn’t exactly what she expected- it was better.  Firm with his strokes but only pushing her to the limit, making he drool around his cock as her hands were held behind her back. Her arms were starting to ache a bit from holding the position but she liked the burn. She liked that he held her head still while she laid her tongue flat and let him thrust into her mouth, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in. Even more so, she loved how he talked to her. 

“There she is. This is what my greedy pet wanted, isn’t it?” He purred, eyes dark as he looked down at her. “Taking it so well. Messy little thing.” His gaze was hooded as he pushed her down as far as he knew she was comfortable, pushing a bit and making her throat flex around him as he let out a deep groan that went straight to her cunt. “Fuck, yes. Work that little throat for me. Fucking perfect.” He hissed.

It was hard to see with her eyes tearing up but what she did see was perfection. Seeing him lose that control as he watched her swallow his cock, her lips strained from being wrapped around it. Her jaw was going to ache something fierce but it was worth it. 

“Look so innocent, but you’re a deprived whore behind closed doors. Fucking love it, you know that?” He breathed. “Letting me show you how good it feels… how it’s good to let go and be the brainless slut you want to me. Just hand all that control over to me, open that pretty mouth and do what you were born to do. Pleasure me.” He was testing the dirty talk, giving her a glimpse of the degradation she had asked for but not go too hard into it. With each sentence he could see her clenching her thighs, he could feel how she sucked harder over him as he spoke. She liked it. 

Harry was in heaven. Of course he’d expected a bump in the road, multiple really, considering no dynamic was perfect right off the bat- but Y/N was taking to it really well. He’d been impressed with how much of him she could take, the fact she wanted her mouth fucked, and to be honest? She was good. Sloppy, her inexperience in this showing, but really fucking good. He’d happily train her mouth and throat to take him all the way, but this was just as good. His head was swimming in pleasure, her hair tight in his hand as he watched her saliva drip down her chin and onto her poor dress, how she took it without complaining. The girl was a goddamn dream, and he knew this had been the right decision. 

“Messy little baby. Making a fucking mess on my cock and your dress. It’s a good thing you’re not going to need to wear it for much longer.” He smiled, looking a bit drunk.Y/N loved being the one to make him look like that. “Really, you’re not gonna… not gonna need much clothing with me. Doubt you’ll want to wear any with how needy you are. Gonna bend over and offer yourself up to me.” He is breath hitched as he pushed deep, letting himself hold it there before pulling out and letting her cough. Y/N, the filthy thing,  smiled at him with her wet eyes and soaked chin. 

“Yes, Sir.” She breathed. “I want you to cum. Please…” she moaned as he rubbed the wet head of his cock over her cheek, painting it with her spit and his precum. She knew she had to look a mess, but Harry was giving her a look that made her feel like she was going to be devoured. “Please, I’ve been a good girl. I took you, I’ll keep getting better- I want your cum.” Her voice turned that tiny tinge whiny, just like he had predicted. 

“You really are a cockslut. Should I add cumslut to your list of names too?” He chuckled in disbelief. His hand stroked firmly over his prick, smearing it over her face as her lips pursed to kiss it as it passed over. “Fuck me. Where did that shy little thing go? She’s gone away and left me with a filthy excuse of a pet.” He lowered his voice. “Love that. I think I can give you my cum. M’so close.” He head tipped back slightly as he pushed back into her mouth, taking a few dips in the wet heat. The only thing that could beat this was cumming in her cunt. Watching it drip out- but this would be a very close second. 

“Beg me for it.” He ordered, pulling out and stroking right in front of her face. The dominant could feel it it in his balls as they tightened, watching her genuine need. “Be a good little pet, ask me for my load all over your pretty face.” 

There was no acting here. “Please, please give me your cum sir.” She whined, panting as she pleaded. “I want it so much, I was a good girl and I- I need it. I want to be messy with your cum, I want to taste it.” She stuck her tongue out for a moment, letting him smack the tip over it a few times before he pulled back again. Wasn’t good enough. 

“I’ve been thinking about it and touching myself imagining you all week- and, and I really really want you to cum on me. Make me dirty. I’ll do anything.” Her eyes watered again, “please? Please, sir.” 

Harry liked that a bit too much. Y/N was a vision on her knees for him, with her wet face and teary eyes, a glow on her skin that only reminded him of how lucky he truly was to be in this sort of position. He was the first one to give her the things she’d been craving for god knows how long and she truly looked desperate for it. The poor thing was tearing up, falling slightly into that space he had been curious to see just at the prospect of his cum. He couldn’t hold back on her anymore, not when she had been deprived of most of the other things she wanted. 

“Tongue out. Stick your fucking tongue out, and give me your eyes.” His words were chased through clenched teeth as he felt his stomach tightening, her pink tongue laid out and her breathing erratic as she nearly whimpered for him as he rubbed the head of his prick over her tongue. His eyes were glued to her, watching a single tear start to slip down her flushed cheeks- and that was it. He’d always been good at holding back his orgasm before but he couldn’t control this one, a heady groan echoing in the room as one hand held her head still whilst the other milked himself of his load. Watching it paint the pad of her tongue, some dripping down her chin as she tried her best to keep it all in her mouth.. She was such a good girl. It was in her nature, he could tell, and he had been the one to experience her first appearance. Her first bloom as she puffed against his cock, staying still while he fisted himself, making sure to drain every last drop from her balls on her waiting tongue. She deserved it. “There we are… there’s my pretty pet. Keep it on your tongue. Don’t swallow.” He could feel his legs slightly weaken as he regretfully pulled himself away. He needed a minute before he could do something else, but already he could feel his heat seeded in his tummy just by the view. 

It was hard not to be obsessed with the image. 

“Do you want to spit it out, darling?” His voice was softer now, hand that clenched her hair letting go to gently stroke her surely sore scalp. She whined in her throat though, shaking her head as her brows furrowed looking up at him. Christ. “You want to swallow it?” A nod. He’d underestimated just how dirty she was. “Alright, baby. Swallow it then, you were good. Can have what you want.” 

Y/N looked up at him obediently, keeping their eye contact as he watched her swollen lips close and her throat bob from her swallowing. Gingerly tipping her head further back, he thumbed the spillage from the corner of her mouth across her lips and pressed inside, dragging the cum over the pad of her tongue and smiling as she gave him an unsure look. “Suck for me. There you go… M’so proud of you.” He cooed, gently pulling her body up to sit on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling, hm? Throat a little sore?” The dominant kneeled between her now split legs, thumbing over her bare knee as he checked in on her. 

To be honest, she looked incredible. And he wasn’t just saying that because a dribble of his cum had gotten on her tits. She looked happy. A shy smile on her flushed face and a glow to her skin, eyes hazy and soft, this was the ideal he had for anyone he played with. Happy. He’d gone easy on her to start, but he could only imagine how fucked out he could get her later on down the line. When he pushed her to the limits and she became even more proud of herself for pleasing him, drunk on orgasm and giggly in that space only someone like him could get her to. 

“M;okay.” She peeped, cautiously laying her hand on top of his. “Can I hold your hand? Is that okay?”

Harry felt his heart grow a little, smiling fondly as he flipped his hand over to intertwine their fingers. Their joined hands were brought to his mouth and a spattering of kisses was given to her knuckles, a show of appreciation for her and fondness over the cute little shit she did. “Fucking adorable. Y’know that, darling?” He chuckled under his breath. “Need to check in on you though. Make sure you know just how incredibly you did, that you were okay with everything that just happened, if you need anything to change. I went a bit easy on you for our first time.” 

Y/N’s head was swimming in a good way. Of course it had been far more intense than any blowie she had ever given but that was the point. Harry had been the one in control all while giving her a little leeway. Her face had been fucked, albeit not as much as she had hoped. Her body was still hot over the idea of him training her throat to take him. There were so many things that should be floating through her head right now but it was hard to think further than Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. He’d been so good to her, given her that taste she had been gagging for and now she knew she wanted more. This feeling was addictive. Maybe her head was swimming from the slight lack of air, but maybe that meant she’d be even more into breathplay than she imagined. Either way, she was happy.

“M’so happy.” She admitted, the rasp of her voice making her toes curl. He had done that to her. “I liked it all. Liked how you pulled my hair, how you talked to me a-and that you just… you fucked my face. I’ve wanted it for ages.” Her face felt hot even admitting that but there was nothing but acceptance and pride on his face as he nodded, lips brushing against her hand. His stubble was scritchy and she liked that. “Was a little disappointed I couldn’t take it all though. You’re… you’re bigger than anyone i’ve been with.”

“Didn’t expect you to.” The man laughed. “I know it’s a lot for your throat, sweetheart. Hasn’t been properly fucked before. Stroking my ego a little with that, but I’m patient. I’ll make sure you can take it soon. Just takes a little practice.” his face leaned closer to hers. “Luckily, I’m full of that when it comes to teaching you. You’re a lot of fun.” His lips pressed against hers chastely, pulling back with a pleased look on his face. “I know you’re probably wanting a little bit of relief, throbbing for me to touch you, aren’t you?” He hummed, watching as she eagerly nodded, blinking at him in hope. However, he wasn’t going to make it that easy for her. “But I think…” The evil little smile on his face made her nervous. “This would be a good time to show you your own bit of patience.”

[cammys-imagines24]

°•Taking Care of Injured Mizu•°

It's not that Mizu is an unruly patient but rather, it's just that she's had to go it alone for so long.

So, to have someone care for her and nurse her back to health, hell, to have someone actually care whether she lives or dies, is such a foreign concept to her that she might never get used to it.

Of course she'll drink the medicine you brew for her, though she'll scrunch up her nose cutely at its bitter taste and of course she'll let you stitch her up.

If only because it's far more practical to have someone else sew up gaping wounds than when she does it herself. Your stitches are far neater than hers.

And, though Mizu will never in a million years admit it outloud, you stitching her up turns her on. Just a bit. Okay, a lot.

Your tender hold on her shoulder or hipbone to keep her steady, your look of careful concentration as you pull the thread through, say, a stab wound on her abdomen...

Sometimes you even gnaw on your bottom lip and furrow your brows as you practically straddle her to get as close as possible.

She'll find herself sucking in a breath and not from the pain. She'll find herself blushing a bit if you say the words "hold still," when she winces away.

If you'd let Mizu, she'd gladly pin you down to the ground and have her way with you. The fact that she's covered in blood be damned.

But, she knows better. You'd protest. You'd say she's too hurt for sex and though she'd vehemently disagree with you, she begrudingly accepts just being quietly turned on with you nonethewiser.

Good luck getting the stubborn Samurai to stay in bed though. She's unaware of the concept of bedrest.

She's always had to push through her pain and suffer in silence. Always moving forward, fighting through the ruined landscape of her body, battle after battle.

To have you gently push her back down onto the bed and force her to sleep, is odd.

It tingles a part of her heart as she's not used to being nursed back to health by someone who loves her.

It makes her feel all warm inside when you run a damp cloth over her forehead to cool her fever or when you knead out the knots in her tense back with your hands.

Being taken care of... it almost brings a tear to Mizu's eye when she sees you act as her protector for a change.

Staying awake at her bedside, keeping watch for would be enemies, attending to her and fetching anything you think might make her more comfortable.

She will get right back to training before she probably should, you've learned to accept it, albeit unwillingly.

You'll just be ready with your needle and thread for the inevitability that she opens her stitches back up doing something strenuous.

Often what gets Mizu to stay in bed longer is if you promise cuddles.

To her, there is no better remedy than you being in her arms. No better medicine.

Just the feel of you safe and sound in her embrace, your face pressed against her chest, a stray lock of your hair tickling the nape of her neck, the slow rise and fall of your body as you breathe...

There is no better balm and Mizu feels more grateful to you than you'll ever know.

Your love heals her beyond the limits of her body. You've healed her heart.

[yet-another-heathen]

I saw ur really informative post on conditioning and said with whumpers uts about using pain again and again

Any advice about caretakers deconditioning?

[ Referring to this post. ]

The first and most important thing is that the caretaker cannot decondition the whumpee. It's not possible. That progress is entirely internal, and requires a massive amount of introspection, self-motivation, and practice from the whumpee themself. No one else can do it for them.

But what the caretaker can do is be there for them while the whumpee fights toward their own recovery. They can be the stability that whumpee needs in order to work through these massive problems on their own.

Deconditioning is awful. It involves repeated failure, over and over and over, working toward lessening the response. And it is incredibly frustrating, painful, heartbreaking, and at times it feels completely hopeless.

Progress is so non-linear that they can spend months improving and then backslide nearly back to the beginning if they get caught off guard. At times it'll feel like they're stuck at the same point and can't get any further. Like a future where they will be free of it may simply not exist.

At many points, your whumpee is going to feel heartbroken. They're going to spiral into, "Why can't I do this? Why can't I make it stop?" and, "I thought I was past this." and, "Will I ever be able to undo what whumper made me?"

A good caretaker can be there to comfort them when things go wrong. They can hold them while they cry. They can listen to them when they go into a sobbing, breathless rant about how much this hurts. They can make sure that whumpee knows they have someone who doesn't think of them as broken or lesser because of what they've gone through.

Depending on if whumpee feels it would help, they might help them brainstorm a reward system. If there's a situation where they're around other people and the caretaker spots the trigger coming, they can try to redirect conversation away from it before it hits. Preferably without anyone realizing they're doing it for whumpee's sake. When whumpee has just been triggered and wants nothing more than to be alone, the caretaker can make sure their boundaries are respected. To make sure they have somewhere safe to go.

Even more importantly, they can also help by highlighting the moments of whumpee's progress. Pointing out their successes, no matter how small. Pointing out how far they've come. Reminding them that the ups and downs are supposed to happen. That trauma recovery is a rollercoaster, not a straight line.

As a whumpee in that state, it's very easy to feel like they're making no progress. That even when they succeed, the tiny bits of success are hollow, because 'they shouldn't be like this in the first place'. Have your caretaker help them see their own victories. Help them actually see the healing as it grows.

A realistically conditioned whumpee does not need someone to fix them. They need someone to be there for them while they save themselves.

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This was such a good ask, thank you for sending it my way!

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Picture You (4/4)

Pairing: Sanji x Reader, Zoro x Reader

NSFW

Summary: The crew is celebrating their latest victory when they find you on their laps, drunk and clingy and affectionate, begging for attention. Sanji and Zoro both deal with a clingy drunk, and have deal with the unwanted feelings it brings from deep within them. Warnings: Smut, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Zoro has a bit of a size kink, he's also a bit possessive, Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 3.4k Crossposted from Ao3 Previous Chapter

Zoro is brooding when she finds him, of course. Glaring at the sea like it’s wronged him somehow, a glare fierce enough to send anyone running. Even knowing him as she does she almost wants to turn tail and climb right back down the ladder. His eyes shift to her, and she can see them soften ever so slightly, his hands unclenching from the fists he was holding them in. She doesn’t need to be afraid of Zoro. Not her, not ever.

He lets out a displeased grunt when she takes her final step into the crow’s nest, but he’s looking at her. That’s something, she tells herself. “Hey, Zoro.”

“Hey.” His voice is tight, and someone who knows him less would think it was unfriendly, but she knows better. She’s spent hours with him, fighting back to back, and she knows him well enough to see the slight blush on his cheek and know all of this tension is from embarrassment. For all of the confidence he exudes, Zoro has never been good with people, never gotten particularly close with them. What happened last night was probably uncharted territory for him, she realizes. The crew, her wonderful dear friends, all struggled with normal human interaction, sharing a lot of firsts together. She realizes that this was almost certainly a first for Zoro. He had probably never cuddled someone before, let alone in front of an audience. Was this the first time he had held hands with someone else, fingers interlocked?

No wonder he had run. She’s surprised he maintained his composure enough to stay with her the entire night. He was probably nervous and confused, and had no idea what to do or say the next day.

“Can I sit with you? For a bit?”

“Hmm.” He barely lets out a grunt, but he adjusts to make room for her all the same. Just another in a sea of small concessions he makes for her, small gestures that speak so much louder than his words ever would. She sits down next to him, close enough for their knees to brush together, and she feels a small flutter when he doesn’t shift away.

They sit in silence for a while, not as comfortable as their usual but not nearly as tense as she had expected. He closes his eyes, shifting his head back, but she can tell he isn’t actually asleep. She can’t tell if he’s pretending for his sake or for hers. They both relax all the same.

Her voice is barely a whisper when it breaks the silence. “Zoro?”

He lets out a soft hum.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.” The response is quick, firm, and final.

“Good.”

A couple more beats of silence.

“Can I sit on your lap again?”

He chokes on his own spit. “What?” 

His voice is harsher than he intends, and she almost loses her nerve, but she quietly reminds herself that this is his default when he gets nervous or embarrassed. He doesn’t know how else to respond. “Can I sit on your lap? It’s okay if you don’t want me to, I just–” her cheeks flush, and she looks away from him. “I just thought it might be nice. To be close again.”

His eyes bore into her, searching, considering. He wonders if she’s teasing him somehow, but her voice is calling out again in his head. I’m lonely, Zoro. He sees her big doe eyes, begging him to help her. Before he realizes it, he’s spread his arms out for her, welcoming. She practically runs into his lap, scared he’ll change his mind, and he has her held firmly against his chest in an instant. His eyes are anywhere but on her, his face aflame, but she’s in his arms, safe and happy, and he can’t help it if his heart flutters a bit at the idea.

She rests her cheek against his chest, eyes fluttering closed, practically purring. He rests his chin on the top of her head, both to hold her closer and to ensure she can’t see the embarrassment that might show on his face. She tries to wrap her arms around him, but he’s pinned her so tightly she can’t really move. Not hard enough to hurt, just…firm. In control.

“Thank you.” He can feel her smile against his chest as she says it.

“Hm. This isn’t something you have to thank me for.” He keeps his voice controlled, softer, fighting his instinct to get gruff in his embarrassment. His hand starts rubbing small circles on her back, and she hums quietly.

“But I want to anyway.” She leaves the I know this is hard for you out, knowing it will make him pull back, shy away. Zoro is not a man who likes to admit when he’s struggling. Ever the protector, the warrior, the guard dog. She wants him to know that he can let down those walls, that he’s allowed a little softness, but that is a discussion for later. There’s more obvious things to address, for today. “Why did you run away from me this morning?”

He tenses, but does not move. “I didn’t run away.”

“You’re not a very good liar.” He’s grateful for the slight laugh in her voice, the smile he can both hear and feel calming him down enough to keep his composure.

“I needed–I had to go on watch. For…safety.” He winces at his own fumbling.

“We never have anyone on watch during meals, Zoro.”

“We should. I’m starting.”

“No, you aren’t.” Her voice is firm.

His turns teasing. “Oh, I’m not?”

“No, you aren’t. You aren’t going to stop hanging out with us to brood up here.”

“I don’t brood.” She can hear the pout in his voice.

“You love brooding. You do it all the time. You were literally just brooding before I got here.”

He lets out a hmph that shows his displeasure but does nothing for his argument. He just leans them both back a bit further, resting against the wall, holding her close. She lets the silence linger.

His fingers continue their ministrations on her back, relaxing and strangely intimate. They both start to slow their breathing, and it doesn’t take long for his fingers to slowly glide to a stop as he begins snoring above her. She leans into him, listening to his soft and steady heartbeat as it lulls her to sleep.

They don’t nap for long, no more than an hour, surely, but it’s the best sleep she’s had in quite a while. She stirs, and pulls back to see Zoro woke up before her. He sat here for however long, just holding her.

“Sleep well?” His voice is a little scratchy, and her thighs clench a little. Unfortunately since she is practically straddling him, he feels it too. His eyes show a brief panic, before he quickly covers it with teasing. “Oh, that for me?”

Her cheeks heat, but she plays along. “And what if it is?”

A beat of silence as he adjusts to the idea. “Just for me?” His voice is thick. But then another thought strikes him, and he pulls back a bit. “Not for the cook?”

She’s relieved he brought it up first. “Would that bother you?”

“If you were thinking about another man in my lap?”

“Oh, no, um–” she falters, “Not right now, no. Just like, in general?”

“If you were into both of us, in general?” He ponders a moment. Zoro has never thought himself the jealous type, just the kind of person who is defensive over his things and his people. He didn’t like the idea of another man having her, keeping them apart. But sharing? An interesting proposal. He thinks of the cook holding her, as he is now, with the thought that she would still return to him. He doesn’t feel the ache in his chest he expects. He then has a few more images flash through his head, of her pressed between them, moaning and begging, so overwhelmed she can’t even call out either of their names. He can’t keep the lustful smile from his face as heat rushes downward. “I think I could live with that.”

“Really?” Her face lights up.

“I don’t think I’m the one you’d have to worry about with that.”

“Sanji’s okay with it.”

“You two talked about it?” He’s a little surprised, he’ll admit. He didn’t think the chef would be willing to share. Even more lewd possibilities fill his mind, ones that make his cock harden further. Her mouth full of him, forced further down with Sanji’s thrusts. Her moans around his shaft, the feeling of it. God, maybe it isn’t just something he could live with. Maybe he could want it. “Good. Saves a conversation.”

She lets out a sigh of relief. “This went so much better than I expected. I’m so glad, Zoro. I care about you so much.”

He tenses under her as his mind is sharply redirected from his fantasies. “That so?” He would never admit how his heart skipped when she said that. Nor would he admit to the small, lovesick smile that made its way onto his face.

“Yeah.” Her own smile is just as full of fondness. She slides forward again, her lips brushing lightly against his. She adjusts so her knees rest on either side of his waist, her thighs against his. She can feel his hardness, and to test the waters brushes lightly against it. He juts up his hips to meet her, and he’s proud to say she moans first.

He smirks down at her. “You feel that?” She lets out a soft whine as he thrusts again. “That’s all for you. You wanna feel more?”

She nods, but his hands come down to her hips to stop her from grinding down on him. “Use your words, baby. You have to speak up.”

She whimpers. “Please, I wanna feel more.” She’s still trying to grind down, and at her words, he lets her. He can feel how wet she is through her pants, the dampness making its way through the fabric. He wants to tease her more, but he also desperately needs to feel her wrapped around his cock.

His hands reach under her shirt, sliding it up over her head and revealing her body to him. She thrusts her chest out, begging him silently to touch her, but he just chuckles, reaching back to unclasp her bra and throw it aside. She leans forward more, trying to tempt him, and he laughs again. “Your words.”

“Touch me, Zoro.”

And he does. His large, calloused hands grope at her chest, pinching and squeezing in time to his thrusts. His touch is somehow both harsh and gentle, so fitting for a man so unyielding but who can be so very tender. His mouth begins on her neck, biting and sucking, trying to leave as many marks as he possibly can. He wants to see it, proof that she’s his. That this is happening. That this is real.

He finds her sweet spot, bringing a high mewl from her lips, one that surely can be heard from the deck below. She’s too lost in the feeling to care, and he’s too proud to bring himself to feel embarrassed. He almost hopes that they can hear it, that they know what they’re doing. That he’s making it happen.

“Zo–Zoro!” She cries so sweetly, so beautifully. By the time he’s done, he’ll make sure that’s all she can say, if she can speak at all. “Zoro, please! More!”

He chuckles cruelly. “More? You’re getting a bit greedy, aren’t you?” He holds himself back from ripping off the rest of their clothes and pounding her into the ground like an animal. There will be time for that yet.

“Please!” She grinds down harder, and her mouth leans forward to take his. Her hands tug at his shirt frantically. She feels like she’ll die if she doesn’t feel more of him, all of him, every single inch. Her hands grope at his chest, his abs, hands sliding under his shirt to trace his scars. She wants to know him, totally and completely, and be known in return. She breaks the kiss to once again beg. “Please, Zoro. I want to really feel you.”

How could he turn down such a request? He slowly raises his shirt above his head, not pausing his thrusts for a moment, slowly revealing his body to her. She’s seen him shirtless dozens of times, but it still takes her breath away. He’s so beautiful, every inch of his sturdy and strong. She feels so weak next to him, so small and delicate. It’s not a feeling she’s used to, but it’s one she’s beginning to relish in. After taking off his shirt, he grabs her hips and lifts her like she’s nothing. She lets out a noise of complaint, but he shushes her. “Didn’t you want to really feel me?”

He sets her down on her back, the cool wood making her shudder. His fingers slide below the waistband of his pants, and she sits at attention. He can see hunger and want in her face, fueling his own desires. He slides both his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, his cock standing at attention the moment it’s freed.

“God,” she moans quietly. “God, you’re beautiful. God you’re–you’re so–”

“Big?” The grin on his face is smug, his voice taunting, but she can’t bring herself to be angry.

“Yeah,” she says breathlessly. “Big.” She instinctively reaches for him, wanting to feel it heavy and hard in her hand, but he pins her by her wrists the moment she tries.

“Tsk. Not so fast.” He towers over her, slowly pressing their chests together. “You don’t just get to take what you want, sweetheart.”

Her voice is pleading. “Please, can I touch your cock?”

“Hmm…” he presses closer to her as he pretends to consider. “I don’t think so. Not now.”

She whines, “Please, Zoro.”

He tsks at her. “It can’t be all about you, babe. I get what I want, too. And right now, I want to fuck you so hard into this floor you forget everything but my name.”

She lets out an unashamed, wanton moan. He takes that as agreement, keeping her wrists pinned with one hand and using the other to slide her out of her pants and panties. He stays up for a moment to admire her, lust in his eyes briefly becoming something softer. She’s beautiful like this, the sunlight on her skin and dancing in her hair. She looks like an angel.

He’ll fix that.

He lines himself up with her entrance, keeping his eyes locked on hers while he does it. She’s making the most pathetic little noises even before he fills her, just begging wordlessly to be touched, for him to make good on his promise.

He enters her all at once, bottoming out in a single moment. She squeals, squirming, unable to decide if she wants to move closer or run away. He leans down, removing the hand on her wrists only to intertwine both his hands with hers and press her even deeper into the wood below them. They’re chest to chest, her tits rubbing his pecs, and every bit of friction is a heavenly torture.

“Are you ready?” Every part of his body is tense from holding back, but he still checks in on her.

“Yes. Please fuck me Zoro, please.”

He pulls out before slamming their hips together so hard she almost cries out in pain. His pace is immediately brutal, unyielding as he is in every other part of his life. He presses her hard into the ground, filling all of her senses, leaving her with nothing but him. The feel of his skin, his scent, the sounds of his quiet moans. It’s all him, the world outside the crow’s nest might as well have stopped existing. He kisses her, hard and fast, teeth clacking together and tongues intertwining.

But as rough as he is in every other aspect, the hands holding hers are gentle, the press of their palms together a soft grounding point for her to focus on when the rest becomes too much. He holds her like she’ll break under his weight, and she knows that as unrestrained he may seem, he is completely and totally in control of both of them right now. He could probably break her beneath him with his thrusts if he wanted to, but each one manages to toe the line between pleasure and pain. Never too much, never enough to hurt, but always enough to keep the heat in her building. Always enough to make her moan against his lips, to keep her hips stuttering against his desperately.

He breaks their kiss as they both grow closer to their release, grunting against her ear. “Tell me who’s fucking you like this. Tell me who you want. Who you need.”

“Zoro!”

“Good. Now tell the world. Loud as you can, sweetheart.”

“Zoro!”

He can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest and the smirk on his face. It’s all him. He’s making her cry out like this. His name. He’s making her come undone beneath him. And he’s going to fill her to the brim.

“There you go. Just like that.” She keeps crying out, his name turning to meaningless babbles, and he releases one of her hands to bring his down to her clit. He’s holding himself back, determined to cum at the same time. To share their ecstasy, to have her look him in the eyes and feel his cum fill her at the same time she comes undone around him.

After only a few seconds they’re there, their moans so loud he’s convinced it could be heard all across the Grand Line. He feels her squeeze around him, feels his cock twitch within her, and he brings his mouth down to bite her shoulder. One final mark, one final reminder.

Their chests both heave as they sit in silence for a few moments, coming down from their highs. He rolls off of her, pulling out, only to pull her onto his chest. His fingers run through her hair, and he brings his lips to her forehead like it’s the most natural thing in the world. They’re staring at each other, simply taking in the feeling of being together.

She wants to say it to him then, those three little words. She knows they both feel it, as they lay together, looking into each other’s eyes. She so badly wants to say it. But she fears it’ll scare him away, that it will be too much for him and that this beautiful, delicate thing they’ve made together will shatter under the weight of her words.

She doesn’t say it, not yet. Not until he’s ready. But a lot can be communicated in a look, in a smile, in a gentle caress. She can see it in his face that he knows, even if he won’t acknowledge it aloud. That’s enough, for now.

They lay, enjoying each other's presence for a while, before she can see in his face he’s about to doze off in the peace of it all. His eyes have drifted closed, his face relaxing in a way it only does when he’s unconscious.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“We should probably clean up and get dressed. Before someone comes up here to get us for dinner.”

“Ugh.” They’re both caked in sweat, but she supposes for him that’s pretty normal. “Why do we have to?”

“We’re kind of gross right now.”

“So?”

She sighs. “We could take a bath.”

“No.”

“We could take a bath together.”

His eyes open at that. “Hm.” He sits up slowly, taking her with him, and they gather up their clothes, sliding them on at a relaxed pace. She tries to ignore the cum getting on her panties. There’s not really anything else to wipe it up with up here.

When they make their way back on the deck, his hand finds the small of her back to guide her to the bathroom. A small gesture, but one that says so much. A small touch that reminds her I’m here, it’s alright.

As they strip down again in the steam of the bathroom, his hands tenderly undressing her, she looks forward to many more small gestures, ones that say the words she knows they’re both thinking.

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I Know You 𓈊⋆ ˚ Huening Kai

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ bestfriend! Huening Kai x fm!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: You've fallen in love with your best friend and you just can't stand it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Fluff and minor angst!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Author's note: First TXT fic here 😼

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Masterlist

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The movie had been playing for at least an hour already. To you there was just a blur of colors and mumbled words. You had no idea what was going on, not when he was so close to you. Unaware of the effect he had on you. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body. Sitting next to him, you were aware of your own breathing and the fact that your heart was practically beating outside of your chest. Secretly hoping that he was oblivious to the state that you were in. 

“Are you tired? We can shut it off for the night,” a warm voice interrupts your thoughts as you are suddenly brought back to reality. Kai looks at you, worry etched on his face.

“Huh? What–no I’m totally into it,” you adjust yourself on the couch pretending like you’ve been paying attention all along.

“Oh yeah? Then what just happened?” 

“Uhm well you know the killer just killed someone.”

“Wrong. They actually just defeated him.” He turns his whole body so that he’s completely facing you. “Hey..are you feeling okay? You know you can talk to me right?” Kai reached for your hands that had been resting in your lap and slowly rubbed his thumbs over the back of them bringing you some comfort. 

Feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through your body at the feeling of his touch you immediately stiffen and retreat your hands. “Really Kai, I’m okay,” you offer a small smile his way and place your hands back in your lap ignoring the hurt look on his face. 

He looks unconvinced but he tries to move past the nagging feeling that something is wrong. “Well it’s pretty late, do you wanna just stay over? The guys will be home late. I don't think they’ll mind, they never have before.” 

You hesitate. Thinking back to how just watching a movie with him made you feel like you were about to combust, you’re not sure that you can handle sleeping over. Even if in the past you’ve done it dozens of times. Ever since you’ve realized that you’ve liked Huening Kai more than a friend thanks to Beomgyu, you can barely handle being in the same room as him. “Actually I think I’m just going to go back to my place, I appreciate you offering though Kai,” you offer a smile. 

“Oh–okay..” Kai looks down at his hands as you begin to gather your things. “Y/N, are you..sure you’re okay? I didn’t do anything wrong did I?” He looks up at you from his position on the couch, worry clear in his eyes.

You ignored the guilt rising in your chest and swallowed hard. “Of course not. You were right I’m just tired,” You turn away from and continue to gather your things. Kai remains silent. “Okay..well I’m going to go.” The air was awkward around you both not sure of what to say to fix it.

“Oh yeah...well get home safe..Y/N,” Kai is stiff he sits on the couch not moving and not meeting your eyes as you move towards the front door. 

“Goodnight Kai,” you smile at him even though he refuses to look at you. You feel an immense amount of guilt knowing that it’s most likely because of you that he is acting the way that he is. Kai is ridden with worry and concern for you racking his brain for anything that could’ve gone wrong throughout the night.

As you’re walking home you decide that it would just be best if you avoid Kai for a while while you sort out your feelings for him. No longer wanting to put him through unnecessary situations that would make him feel uncomfortable much like one tonight just because you can't get a grip. You begin to recall your conversation with Beomgyu from just last week…

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“Y/N are you serious? You seriously don’t think that you like Kai?” Beomgyu looked at you like you had grown a second head. You two had been playing a game together while everyone else was out getting food. Beomgyu let out a groan as the words “you lose” display across his screen. “I mean seriously have you seen the way you two are? You’re practically a couple already, it’s sick.”

“Start the game and are you serious? We’ve been friends for 8 years and if I haven’t liked him yet I don’t think I ever will. Platonic friends exist, you know.” You roll your eyes, smashing buttons on the controller eyes not leaving the screen. “Also what’s wrong with the way we are? So we’re a little cuddly. I mean we are close, I don’t see the issue.”

Beomgyu pauses the game and gets up, putting his face right in front of yours. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?”

“We are platonic friends, whatever is going on between you and Kai, that sure as hell is not platonic.” His hands are on your shoulders shaking you slightly. “Think about it, could you cuddle with me on the couch during a movie? Sleep in my bed and wake up tangled in each other's arms? Spend every second of every day with me?”

As you look at Beomgyu it’s almost as if alarms start sounding in your head. You push Beomgyu away and jump up from the couch. “WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?” You exclaimed looking at him in horror. “Beomgyu..I think I like Huening Kai.”

“You think?!”

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You laugh as you think back now. How could you be so oblivious? The signs were all there. Huening Kai is the only person you wanted to see everyday. He’s the one you seek out to be with in any social situation. Pretending to be asleep when you stay over just so you can be in his arms even if it’s for a second longer. Tracing his eyelashes and admiring how beautiful he looks when he’s asleep. Lingering looks at his lips just wondering what they would feel like against yours…

As you unlock your front door your phone buzzes in your pocket revealing a text from Huening Kai. 

Huening - Let me know when you’re home >3<

God you love him. How could you not when he’s so unapologetically him.

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You wake up the next day feeling more exhausted than when you went to sleep. You spent the entire night tossing and turning the only thing or person occupying your mind was Kai.

You reach for your phone seeing you’ve received another text from the man of the hour.

Huening - Want to go to this new cafe I found? I’ll buy 🙂‍↕️

You stare at the text hovering over the keyboard before shutting your phone off and tossing it aside. You couldn’t. Not until you’re able to be yourself around him and not some nervous wreck.

Instead of dwelling on this any longer you decide to throw yourself into work that you’ve been letting pile up. You put on headphones and blast music allowing time to escape you as you sit in front of your laptop working away. 

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You have no idea how long it’s been since you’ve started working but you notice the sun is going down. You stretch your arms above your head and rub your eyes. You close your laptop and move to grab your phone which you haven’t looked at since this morning. Expecting nothing you're surprised to see that your phone has been blowing up since this morning with not only texts and calls from Huening Kai but also texts from the rest of the boys.

Huening - Hellooo? Did you want to go? :(

Huening - Y/N?

Huening - Are you mad? Please tell me what I did? 

Huening - y/n? :(

He had called you a total of 10 times. Guilt started to eat away at you. You definitely weren’t expecting this when you decided not to text back and this was certainly not what you wanted. Continuing to go through your missed messages you read the ones from the boys.

Beomgyu - Hey did Kai do something?

Beomgyu - You better text him back dude cuz he’s really freaking out

Soobin - Hey Y/N is everything okay between you and Kai?

Yeonjun - Please answer Kai he won’t stop whining 😭

Taehyun - Is everything alright with you?

Without thinking you grab your shoes, put them on and run out your front door towards Kai’s house. It didn’t matter how late it was or how much of a mess you look like, you couldn’t bear the thought  of him being upset because you decided to be selfish. You arrive at his house knocking incessantly until someone answered. It was Yeonjun. 

“Y/N? Are you okay? Did you run here? You’re all sweaty.”

You ignore his questions. “Where's Kai?” 

Yeonjun widens his eyes at your worried tone. “He’s in his room. Last he told us he said he was going to bed. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah I just...need to talk to him.” You move past the boys in the living room practically running to Kai’s room not paying any attention to the bewildered looks from the boys.

“I need to see this,” Beomgyu laughs slowly following behind you peeking from around the corner. “You’re all about to owe me 20 bucks.”

You raise your hand to knock on his door hesitating slightly. You swallow and softly knock. 

“I said I wasn’t hungry Taehyun, I’m going to sleep” His tone sounded groggy and soft not his usual cheery and excited tone that you’ve grown to love. 

“Kai? It’s me..can I come in?” You hear shuffling from the other side of the door and then slowly the door knob turns revealing a disheveled Huening Kai. He looks at you for just a second before engulfing you in his arms. His head instinctively tucking itself in the crook of your neck breathing in your scent. Your arms stay at your side, your body going into overload at the sudden intimacy. He’s warm and smells like he always does. Your eyes close and you take in the closeness and warmth he is bringing.

“Wait.” Your eyes shoot open and you push him away keeping him at arm's length. “Kai I–”

“Y/N?” You look up at him to see his face full of hurt. He’s confused and hurt and it’s all your fault. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean–”

“No!” He jumps at your sudden outburst. “Sorry it’s not you…it’s me.” You look down at your feet unable to meet his gaze.

“Please just talk to me…I can’t stand this.” He puts his hands on your cheeks forcing you to look at him. “I tried to ignore it, I really did but I know you and I know when something’s wrong. You’ve been pulling away from me all week..why?” He’s looking in your eyes almost as if he’ll find the answer that he’s been looking for. You look at him and see all his hurt and pain he's feeling.

“Kai I just–” You look into his eyes. “I don’t think I can say it.” You close your eyes, fighting back the tears that are threatening to fall. “I don’t want to lose you.” 

“You can tell me…anything you know this.” You feel his thumbs wipe away stray tears that have fallen. “You’ll never lose me…I’m yours…forever.” You open your eyes to see him still looking at you with that same intensity. 

You couldn’t do it. You just had to know…you crash your lips against his losing the internal battle you’ve been fighting you finally gave in. Your lips move against his. His lips soft and warm, everything you dreamed they would be. Realization slowly starts to seep in you also notice that he’s not kissing you back. You pull away and taking in his wide eyed gaze. 

“Kai I’m–” You’re mortified. “I’m so sorry but I just…couldn’t help myself.” You look at him. “You’re all I think about day in and day out. I can’t pretend that everything between us is completely platonic, not when you make me feel so many things.” You grab his cheeks in between your hands forcing him to stay by your side. Preventing him from escaping. “I am so completely in love with you.” You look at his eyes hoping and waiting for him to say something,  anything. “Please…just say something.” You beg. With each passing second regret starts to fill you. 

You begin to remove your hands from his face when Kai lurches forward crashing his lips on your own. You almost fall backwards, his arms wrapping around your waist preventing you from doing so. Almost immediately your eyes flutter shut and you’re kissing him back. Lips intertwining with one another breath intermingling. His hands are sliding up your shirt gripping onto your waist tightly afraid you may disappear. Your hands move to wrap around his neck tangling your fingers in his hair tugging slightly. 

You feel yourself being led backwards. Not breaking the kiss Kai lays you down on his bed, him on top continuing to kiss you, slighting biting down on your lips signaling you to open your mouth as his tongue slides in meeting yours. You let out a soft sigh as you enjoy the warmth spreading throughout your body feeling like you're on fire. Kai’s movements started to get hungrier hands sliding higher under your shirt, light touches sending shivers down your spine.

Needing to get some air you pull apart a small laugh leaving your lips as you slowly flutter your eyes open to see Huening Kai with pink tinted cheeks and heavy breaths on top of you. “I’ve waited so long for a hint or anything from you. You have no idea how much I love you. How long I've been waiting to just kiss you.” He says barely above a whisper, his breath touching your face as he makes his confession.

“I love you too, Kai.” He smiles and slowly lowers his head wishing to meet your lips again.

“HAH! I told you. You all owe me.” You and Kai sit upright at the sound of Beomgyu’s voice bumping heads. You rub your head muttering an “ow” 

“You guys bet on us?” You’re mortified.

“It was only a matter of time.” They all agree. 

You look at Huening Kai expecting him to be annoyed but he’s looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. He kisses the top of your head. The boys are expressing their joy and being themselves wishing you congratulations. You look at Kai and see him mouth “I love you.” You smile and cuddle into his side watching as the boys continue to bicker about the bet. You and Kai settle into each other like you're the only one's in the room.

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[cherryredcheol]

mr and mrs pi cheolin

tldr: what is the lore? a/n: i rewatched this and then there was this.

it was late, probably too late to be walking home, but chan wanted more time with you than a car ride home with seungkwan would provide. he was feeling selfish. it was award season and he was so busy you barely saw each other outside of the practice room. and now with the decision to feature pi cheolin during BSS’s performance at the Golden Disc Awards, he would have even more practice and you’d be seeing each other even less. chan was sure this was on your mind. 

it was late enough he felt it would be relatively safe if you wore masks. you were about 3 minutes into the walk, in complete silence, when chan started to wonder if he’s made a mistake and you were more upset than he thought. you usually didn’t mind when he was busy but it had been a lot recently and he understood if you were upset because you’d been missing him. 

“if you don’t want me to–”

“hey, i was wondering if–”

you both spoke at the same time, but chan gestured for you to continue, more interested in what you were about to say than his own thought.

you smiled at him, a little embarrased, “i was wondering if pi cheolin was married. like in your little fantasy, does he have a wife? is there lore there? because i’m super interested.” 

chan scoffed in disbelief, “that is what you’ve been thinking about?”

you looked at him, clearly confused by his reaction, “yes? what else should i be thinking about?”

chan stopped walking, looking at you flatly, “you should be thinking about what a terrible boyfriend i am and how you deserve so much better.” he was flapping his arms around, gesticulating wildly as he continued, “i’m hardly ever around because i’m so busy and our ‘dates,’” he used finger quotes, “are walks home or take out eaten on the floor.” he was ranting, worked up over the stress of work and how much he felt he was lacking as a partner. when he finally took a deep breath and refocused his eyes on your face, he couldn’t see your mouth but he could tell you were smirking, your cheeks pushed up around your eyes.  

“so that’s what you’ve been thinking about. you were being so quiet, i knew something was on your mind, channie.” you took his hands in yours and looked him in the eye, “i’m not upset with you for working hard and following your dreams. you’re incredible, channie. it makes me so proud to see you. if it means i see a little less of you so you can shine like that, i’m so happy to make that sacrifice.” you pulled your mask down and placed a little kiss on his forehead. 

he blushed, overwhelmed with emotion. “thanks,” was all he could muster in reply. 

the walk continued in a more comfortable silence. hand in hand you walked back towards home until chan remembered, “actually, pretty, pi cheolin isn’t married but he’s got his eye on someone special.”  

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Clean

Separating this from my other works because of the Trigger Warnings. This read my not be for all viewers and is NOT safe for littles. It contains past mentions and discussions of Child SA, child abuse, unintentional SH, panic attacks, and emotional hurt/ comfort.

It's time to get out of the bath, but.. Wade's not clean yet. At least thats what he says.

"Alright. That's done. That's ready. Check, check, okay, now I just need Wade." Setting the plates down on the coffee table, he had even brought him some juice and turned on Beauty and the Beast for them to watch during dinner.

Today had been... Rough.. to say the least. First when he went with Vanessa he had been scolded by a parent to stay away from their child, the arguing between Ness and the parent scared him enough to sit down and put his hands over his ears near a tree, rocking himself.

He must have gotten even more spooked because when someone came to see what was wrong, Wade kicked them in the nose and practically cried all the way home after the incident.

Fortunately, he didn't want to press charges and told Wade he forgave him but to be careful next time. It was a slap on the wrist compared to what trouble he could have actually gotten into. It was one of the reasons Logan was afraid to take him there, knowing he'd lose his temper and be not any help either.

For the last hour or so, Wade has refused to speak to him. Or anyone really, the only word he said was "Bath" multiple times until he was finally put in one. Or rather, one was ran for him.

See, he was big enough (thank god) to take care of himself (mainly) but did enjoy help with his shoes and to be held, etc. It only made Logan wonder how long this has been going on. How many years has he had to do this by himself? Far too many it seemed.

The way it would work was Logan would prepare the Bath while Wade picked out his clothes. He also got to pick what kind of bubbles and small things like that, though mainly, He didn't take care of the water parts (Not ever since he flooded the bathroom).

After it was fully ran, bubbily and warm, Logan would leave him to it. Letting him soak for how ever long he liked and wouldn't open the door unless told too.

Sometimes, when he was itchy, they'd put oats in his bath instead of bubbles, though Logan had to be sure to tell him not to eat the oats or else he would.

It would be more difficult if wade had hair to wash, but since he didn't (obviously) there was no fuss about it.

He didn't need any help scrubbing his legs and arms, his chest, etc. Of course, he would play with his ducks, too. Right now, his favorite was a big mama duck toy who held 3 baby tinier ducks. A gift from Dopinder who knows that Mr. DP likes toys rather then why.

Right now (like many other times) He would come to check on him, putting his ear close to the door and knocking. "Wade?"

"Kid?"

Now ussually, he'd get a response of giggles or "Almost done!" But now he got nothing.

Again, he knocked harder.

Silence. Though he could smell soap. Not the same kind that he remembered putting in. Also a soft scratching sound, as well as a whimper.

"Kid? Dinner's done." He adds this last bit, knowing he was always hungry after the park.

Still nothing.

"Wade. Do... you need help?"

"No!"

'No' was not what was concerned him. What concerned him was the tone he used with it.

"Are you okay?"

Again silence.

He took a breath, sighing as he had a feeling of what he had to do. If he asked to come in, he would just keep saying no. Unfortunately, this was one of those times when "Being a mean ol Kitty" had its advantages.

"Wade? I'm coming in. You sound hurt."

Something that Ness has taught him was to add the 'why' automatically after the direction. That way, he doesn't have to ask, and it makes him more comfortable to be told up front.

"Nooo.." He whined as Logan unclicked the door, slowly opening it only to gasp softly. The water was a very light pink as he saw him applying more soap and scrubbing his arm far too hard.

The area was raw, bright red, irratated, and some blood was dripping down into the tub, but it wasn't the only thing adding to the water. Tears were rolling down his face and snot trying to leave quicker then he could sniffle it up.

"Wade! What are you doing!?" He asks, Stepping into the bathroom to see that a part of his chest was scratched too.

No awnser. In fact, he seemed to scrub harder, almost as if he were panicking.

"Oh Wade..." Taking a few steps forward, He tried to take the brush only for him to scream and punched him the nose.

"Augh!- fuck!" What was with him and noses? Seriously? This was the second time today someone got a new nose job from him.

"No!!" He yelled, shifting in the tub to lean away from him, now starting to scrub at his neck, that now also was starting to bleed a bit.

"Ah- Why did you do that?! Stop! You're going to make it worse!" Logan understood that his skin issues bothered him, but he wouldn't let him do this.

Growling a bit, he grabbed his cheek, pushing him away as he took it, pulling the drain too.

Trying to take it again, he held it close to him and bit him (hard) when he tried to take it from his hands. "Nooo!!" And now that he knew he would fight him on it, He had no choice.

"N-Nooo!!" He screamed, if anything backing away, starting to shake from the cold of the water gone.

Putting them to the side, Logan looked him over, trying to think of any possibility of what was happening. Why the only thing he was shouting at him was No, why he wanted to stay in the tub, and why- even now- he was crying.

"Why did you do this?" He asks, watching as he goes quiet again, staring at him with a still shock of fear.

"Come on. Get out. It's dinner time. I made mac and cheese. You love mac and cheese." He tried to bribe, but Logan was never good at these things.

"NO!" Going as far as throwing a soap bottle at him, Logan put an arm up only for it to hit the wall and bust, beginning to ooze out the conconut smelling liquid.

"Hey!! Don't do that!-"

"I-i'm not done!!"

"How!? You've been in here for an hour already!" The screaming back and forth was fine by him, as long as he kept talking. The more he spoke, the more Logans' hearts sank, especially with what he said next.

"Don't..h-Hur..." It was the last straw, breaking down into a sob as he shook his head. "Please...No." The shaking wasn't just from the cold. He was shutting his eyes tight as if he didn't want to see what would happen next and ws trying everything in his power to stay away from him.

It was now that Logans eyes widdened, swallowing as he had a horrible feeling in his stomach. "No what,...Wade?"

"Please, Kitty... No.." He began to slur and choke on his own hot, thick tears, his skin burning with the sensation that it wasn't before, the sensitive layer being exposed to the air.

"Who." Was all he said. It wasn't even a question, more like a demand. His grumbling through grit teeth making Wade shush from his crying. He was crying so hard that his screams were silent, shaking harder and trying to make himself as small as possible.

"I-i'll be good...I d-don't wanna...!" He spoke this sentence, and instantly, a propane tank worth of anger filled his body, up to his lungs with hatred as he thought about what this meant.

"Who. Wade! Who?! Why!?" Now this was a demand. A demand to know who in their right mind would ever do such a thing to him.

Opening his mouth to speak, he felt nauseous, swallowing it deep in his stomach.. for now.

"K-kevin.." he whispered, a tiniest voice practically strangled out by the lumps in his throat.

"When!? Do I know him?"

He shook his head, ever so slightly trying to hide his face into the side of the tub.

Taking the towel, he threw it over him, as he tried to calm down enough to get him to talk, let alone look him in the eye. He could smell how much fear and confusion he was in. How terrified he was to get out of the tub in fear something bad would happen to him.

Slowly opening an eye, he looked at him from the corner of his eye, pulling the towel around him only for him to start rubbing his skin again with it.

"I-hey! Stop that!" Grabbing his hands again, Wade jumped, pulling away as he began to sob loudly that he was sorry. "Ill be good" "No!" "Bad kitty!!" "I clean it" mixed in with distorted cries, pleas to be let go.

It broke his heart to hear him so scared of him. Honestly, it started making his stomach turn. Did Wade really think he would do that to him? Why would he...? Oh great. Now there was tears in his eyes too.

Hearing the word "Clean" connected the dots*. The reason WHY Wade insisted that he "was a big boy and can do it himself" each bath despite showering with him before. The reason why he was screaming No, and trying to keep away from him. The reason why he punched and threw the soap at him.

"Wade, I-.." Letting go, he groaned, a small whine coming out of him as well as he rubbed his face, trying to keep it together. But how could he? With what he just learned?

Going to walk away to call Ness and ask if she knew anything about this, he stopped, cursing under his breath as he realized the second he left he would just start scrubbing again.

How was he supposed to help him if he couldn't touch him but also watch over him at the same time to be sure he's not hurting himself if he hated being watched in the tub?

Making a loud grunting sound, Wade stopped, looking at him as if trying to analyze if this sound was negative or not. His kitty did grunt a lot, so it wasn't scary, but he was still scared of him. Scared of everyone, actually.

Sighing, he sat on the toilet, putting his head in his hands, thinking. Think! Come on, Logan, you've been around dozens of kids, right? Wrong. He just recently started to warm up to his daughter, a grown woman by now.

If he had his phone he could call or.. I don't know google it? But what would he even type? "My boyfriend was molested 20 years ago, what should I do?" No... no. Come on there has to be something in there. Deep breaths. In... ou-

"Kitty...?"

Looking up, he swallowed, tears running down his face, his own throat tight. "Yeah, Kid..?"

He pointed to the bottle that was half spilled on the floor.

"What? Soap? What about it? The second I came near ya, you chucked it at my head." He mumbled.

"..." Looking at him, Wade blinked. "...Soap?"

He wanted to say,'No, you're not getting anymore soap. It's time to get out' but instead paused. "...Why?"

Ness had said one of the best things to do for a kid was to understand them. He didn't know what she meant by that until now.

"Uhm.. Dirty?" The higher mark at the end gave Logan an opening, a chance. The question of him being dirty was enough.

"You aren't dirty, Wade. You're clean." Logan didn't move from his spot. Not a single inch. He couldn't risk spooking him again. His tears just now were coming to an end.

"But- I..." He was thinking. Logan knew he was. Trying to process the information. "B-but he..."

"I-i know... I know he did." His fist clenched but tried to smile. It came out crooked and kind of awkward as more tears raced over his face like the Nashville Derby. "You're clean, Wade. Good-" he swallowed, trying to ground himself.

"Good job."

Again, Wade was confused. He wasn't good. He just bloodied his second nose for the day (that was already healed up by now) and threw a bottle at him.. that didn't seem good.

Swallowing, more tears came to him, begining to realize what he has done, calming enough to understand. "B-but.. I bad.."

"No!- i-i mean.. No... you're not bad. You did nothing wrong. It's not your fault. None of it was your fault... Im so sorry.." Logan whispered, wiping his eyes.

He wasn't expecting to cry today, but he had a feeling tonight, once all was said and done, they were going to have a long talk later, and he'd cry more in bed.

"S-so... All done?"

Quickly, he nods, "All done... erm.. I-i made us mac and cheese so... get dressed and.. I-ill help with your booboos okay?" He says, about to stand up but decided to wait until told to leave. Any movements would probably send him right back.

To his suprise, Wade got out, Holding his towel tight around him but came to him. Very still. That's how Logan sat as Wade ever so gently touched his face, wiping his tears, tilting his head when more came.

"Kitty...?"

"Yeah, bub?" He muttered, giving him a lopsidded smile, not wanting him to be scared.

"...Are you cry because..." He trailed off, but Logan knew exactly what he meant.

"Y-yeah."

"Why? ...He mean to you?" Pulling his hand away, he seemed so confused about why anyone would care what happened to him. His parents sure didn't.

"No, Bub... but he was mean to you. Right?"

He nods, slowly, ashamed of this.

"Hey- No, You're not introuble.. it's his fault. He's bad. You... you were never bad, Wade. Not ever." He tells him, Putting out a hand for him to hold.

Instead of taking it, Wade hugged his head, petting his head. "Don't cry kitty.."

Loosely putting his arms around him, he sniffled again. "I-ill try, kid... now.. Lets go watch some dancing tea sets, yeah?"

"Okay!" Nodding, Wade picked up his clothes, running off, excited to be clean and to eat with him. Oh, how quickly his moods changed... Logan was going to get whiplash one of these days.

Later, during the movies credits, they sat in silence of one another, Wade's face in the crook of his neck, clearly still ashamed of his actions for the day and his past..

After bandaging and icing his wounds, They sat together for a good 30 minutes, Wade devouring all of his food. Logan didn't eat. His stomach was too turned over to even think about it.

"...Wade?" He says, breaking the silence as he stares off at a random wall, keeping him as close as possibly, letting him wrap his legs around his wasit as he held him.

"..Yuh?"

"..It's not your fault."

"What?"

"It's not your fault."

"I know." He says, but suddenly the room had a stench of a mechanic's shop. Thick gasoline. He lied straight through his teeth.

"Wade... It's not your fault." He says again, beginning to rub his back, feeling him tense up.

"I... know?"

"No- Wade. Litsen to me... It's not your fault. Its theirs. You did nothing wrong." He repeated again, making him start to cry as a single tear fell down Logan's face.

Nodding into him, sniffling, a muffled, strained 'That's why I carry my baby knife. Baby knives protect babies sometimes' came out as he clung around his neck, never wanting to let go.

A minute or two passes. Logan's shirt his wet. Wet wasn't even the right word. More like soaked.

"Is... he dead?"

"Good." He holds the back of his head, begining to rock him, quietly shushing, letting him sob. "Shhh... I got you... I won't let anyone do that to you ever again. I don't care if it kills me.."

"E-even if I throw summer breeze body wash at you again?"

"Even if you throw summer breeze body wash at me." He agreed, feeling him relax a little.

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"H-hope to die?"

"Even if I die, just wait. Ill find that fucker in hell."

Wade giggled, letting out a sigh as his shoulders dropped, trusting him more than before. He felt... safe.

Hi. If you made it down here, Im proud of you for how far you've come in life, and I am so sorry if you relate to this.. this, uhm.. this one hit a little too close to home for me. So..

*For those who don't understand, Wade didn't 'Clean himself good enough' so kevin 'helped'. It's implied that this was a form of 'punishment' as well as wade feeling dirty from the thoughts seeing as.... nevermind. The unfortunate truth is how ever much you scrub, you can still feel it.

Again. If you understand this, Im so sorry. It is and never will be your fault. 🫶🩷 And I hope Scoutmaster Kevin gets what he deserves with a chainsaw 🥰 Fuck that guy fr

[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

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CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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Dabi had never actually been in a relationship before, let alone had a good relationship with anyone. He never considered himself worthy of love for many reasons, one being his self-hatred and the other being everyone hated him and thought he was a monster. Even you, however, found something in him that you adored, loving him for who he was and not what he looked like.

He's very shocked that you would want to date him and actually care about him, but he falls in love with you so much more and he opens up as much as he can.

Dabi was surprisingly softer around you, smiling and actually being somewhat affectionate, he still used his usual sarcastic tone, but it held a hint of affection if anything.

He'd sometimes sit down next to you, holding your hand, and would just.. look at you. He loved you so much, but he'd never really say it. He wasn't very expressive, and just enjoyed being in your presence. You could practically feel the love in the air, even though he wasn't saying anything.

Dabi would also let you heal his burns with your quirk as much as he could. He didn't usually let anyone touch him, so it was a big deal. He'd let you sit close to him as you worked your healing magic, quietly studying you.

He didn't know why you even loved him and found him attractive, but you were with him no matter what, even after seeing all of his burn scars. He was so grateful for you, but he was not good with words, so he'd just hug you tight instead.

During some boring moments at headquarters, he'd find excuses to touch you. Whether it be a pat on the head, a nudge to your shoulder, or even just sitting so close your legs touched. He wasn't used to being this close to someone, not to mention he had a little problem with being slightly touch starved, so he took every chance he could to touch or be close to you. It wasn't weird, it was more like he just craved more affection.

Dabi, who never opened up to anyone like this before, but with you, it felt different. He actually felt safe telling you about his past. He told you about his horrible childhood, his abusive father, how he became Dabi, and everything else he had been through. It was like a weight had lifted off his shoulders when he told you; he felt comfortable with you knowing everything about him, including his darkest secrets and pain.

Dabi, who is usually very independent and private about his appearance, actually lets you help dye his hair, give him piercings, and help staple his skin. At first, he was a little hesitant, unsure if he should let you see his scars and help him with something so personal, but he trusts you wholeheartedly, which allows him to let you do these things for him. He even finds a strange comfort in the way you carefully thread the jewelry through his skin, and he secretly enjoys the way you tenderly apply the hair dye and staple his skin. It's a form of intimacy that he never really thought he would allow anyone

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Dabi, right before the Final War, desperately pleaded with you, begging you to live, survive and make it out. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, and all of his fears and worries for your safety came rushing out. He grabbed your hands, looking at you intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of desperation and worry.

"Please— I'm begging you— please survive. You have to survive, I can't lose you. I need you to stay alive. Promise me, please..”

You, who always had a positive outlook, smiled softly at Dabi and squeezed his hands. You reassured him, your voice warm and confident.

"I promise, Dabi. I will survive. I will fight, and I will make it out alive. I won't let anything happen to me."

You looked into his eyes, and despite his usual cold demeanor, you could see the fear and worry etched on his face.

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As the battlefield turned chaotic, Dabi and you were forced to part ways, having to face their own battles.

Dabi found himself facing off against Endeavor, his father, a man he loathed with every fiber of his being. Memories of his abusive childhood and the pain and trauma he had endured came rushing back, fueling his anger and determination.

Meanwhile, you were matched against other Pro Heroes, fighting to protect yourself and help the cause.

As Dabi fought against Endeavor, the emotions he had held back for years finally erupted. He unleashed the full force of his quirk, the blue flames burning hotter than ever, channeling all of his anger and resentment towards his father.

Each blow he landed on Endeavor was filled with the weight of his suppressed bitterness and pain. The memories of his troubled upbringing fueled his strength, pushing him to hold nothing back in this battle.

You, who found yourself faced with a life-or-death situation, completely outnumbered and outmatched by the Pro Heroes as you quickly start to weaken if you kept on going like this. You were about to unleash your full power and potentially take the lives of the heroes surrounding you, when you noticed something that made you pause.

The fires of Dabi, just a few yards away, were burning brighter and hotter, indicating that he was using more of his power than ever before. You knew that he could seriously harm himself if he continued at this rate.

Despite the odds stacked against you, you made a split-second decision. Instead of continuing to fight and potentially murder the heroes who outnumbered you, you chose to use your quirk from a distance.

Ignoring the danger facing you, you focused your energy on using your healing quirk to help Dabi from afar. You knew that if he continued using his flames in such a reckless manner, he could seriously injure himself.

You were completely focused on using your healing quirk on Dabi from afar, your body tense as you pushed your power to its limits.

You could feel the strain on your body as you desperately tried to help him from a distance, knowing that you would get seriously hurt in the process, but not caring about your own health.

During the intense battle between Dabi and Endeavor, Dabi seemed almost invincible. His flames were stronger and hotter than ever before, and he moved with a deadly grace, effortlessly dodging and retaliating against his father's attacks.

Endeavor's face twisted in frustration and anger, realizing that his son, the son he had failed in every way, was now far beyond the level he could handle.

Dabi's face was a mask of intense concentration, his turquoise eyes fixed on Endeavor with a cold, deadly determination.

He knew that this was his chance for revenge, his chance to show his father that he was not just a broken and discarded child. He was a force to be reckoned with, a fire that could not be extinguished.

As the fight continued, Dabi's flames grew hotter and more intense, the fire surrounding him like a protective shield. Each blow he landed on Endeavor was charged with the pain and anger of his past, and he held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of his power.

Endeavor struggled to keep up with Dabi's speed and strength, the realization slowly dawning on him that his son had surpassed him in every way, including the use of his quirk.

Dabi, despite being extremely strong and formidable in battle, was ultimately extinguished by his entire family, who attacked him with their powerful ice quirks. Despite his resistance and attempts to fight back, the combined force of their ice attacks was simply too much for him to handle.

Dabi found himself overwhelmed, unable to withstand the onslaught of coldness from his own family members. The fight was taken right out of him, leaving him lying on the ground, defeated and exhausted.

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After the war, Touya was left in a fragile and weakened state, kept under surveillance in a secure facility. His family visited him, but he remained silent, unresponsive to their presence or words.

However, as they continued to talk among themselves, Touya suddenly spoke up, breaking his silence. His voice was weak but determined as he looked up at his family, asking one thing.

"Where is she? Where is (Y/N)?"

His family looked taken aback by his sudden question, surprised that he would ask about you after being quiet the entire time.

His siblings looked uneasy, unsure of how to respond, while his father, Endeavor, looked at him with a mixture of guilt and sadness. They didn't know how to tell him what had happened to you during the war, knowing it would likely break him even further.

Touya’s eyes scanned the room, his expression hardening when he saw the uncertainty on his family's faces. He could sense something was wrong, and he knew that they weren't telling him everything. He repeated his question, his voice holding a hint of desperation and worry.

"Where is she? Tell me the truth. Is she hurt? Is she... alive?"

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His family finally told him the truth—the harsh, painful truth that he feared the most.

They informed him that you had died, that you had used the last of your energy to heal him from afar. They explained that you had sacrificed yourself to save him, that you had chosen to die knowing he would live.

Touya’s world shattered again. The realization that you were gone forever hit him like a ton of bricks, and he felt a sharp, stinging pain in his chest.

Touya, who had never regretted anything before, found himself drowning in a flood of regret.

He was filled with remorse and guilt that he had never told you that he loved you every waking moment you breathed. He hated himself for not expressing his feelings, for not telling you how much you meant to him. He had taken you for granted, assuming he had more time to tell you how he truly felt.

But now, it was too late. You were gone, and he was left with the unbearable weight of his regrets and the knowledge that he had lost the person he loved the most.

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Overjoyed (Dr. Flug x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General Dr. Flug crushing and confessing headcanons

VERY rarely experiences love. This is very new to him, so he will NOT recognize it the first few months he has a crush

Will think of you as a really close friend! At least, he thinks so. He may get a bit more insecure because he thinks you're a better person than him

If you treat him like a normal person and like.. don't bully him??-- He will get attached. I don't think he's recieved affection in a hot minute

You, overall as a person, fascinate him. How can someone be so kind, smart, witty, good-looking (in a totally platonic way), AND care for him? Part of him thinks you're not real. Don't worry, he just hasn't experienced love that often to know what admiration is

He doesn't understand why he gets so nervous around you. He's not scared of you at all, not like he is around Blackhat--you were, in fact, the opposite of him. So why was he getting all fidgety and jumpy around you? It didn't make sense how he could feel so comfortable around a person, yet still feel so anxious all the while

Over time, he becomes a bit protective over you without really knowing it. He'll push you out of his lab when he's doing a dangerous experiment, or will give you the easiest job on missions (besides 5.0.5.'s). He tries to refrain himself from acting this way sometimes, he doesn't want you to feel like you're incompetent in any way--all his intention was to keep you safe! And now he's spiraling because he doesn't know why he feels so protective over you

Sometimes you'll compliment him, and he feels as if Blackhat himself just told him he did a great job on a mission. Except, this time his heart was beating faster, his palms were more sweaty than usual, it felt stuffy inside his mask, and-- ..Goddammit, why is he getting so nervous again?? He then realizes he hasn't responded to you yet, and mutters a small 'thank you' that made him sound a lot less confident he wished he could've sounded

Eventually, he got sick of it. He needed to find out what the hell was going on. So imagine his mini panic attack when he googles 'why is my heart beating so fast', and Google tells him his heart is failing

It's not like he doesn't know what love is, no, far from it. He's seen his average romcoms (and hated them), he knows what love should be like. Hell, he knows the entire chemical formula for the damn feeling. He was just never able to understand what others felt when they said they were 'in love'. Until now.

For him, it was unbelievably weird to have his heart race for someone that wasn't out of fear. Honestly, he.. liked the feeling. If it weren't for how he reacted to it.

Dr. Flug wasn't this nervous around you before. Normally, not at all. When you hung out at his lab, he would ramble on and on about his inventions, only checking in every few minutes to make sure you weren't getting bored of him or anything. But now, knowing his feelings for you, he feels horribly nervous around you. This affects every little thing he does, and he hates it.

When you hang out with Flug now, he realizes how truly lucky he is for you to even do more than just glance over him. Him? Why him? Why not spend your time with anyone else..?

Then he realizes you actually care about him. His existence. He isn't.. invisible to you. And suddenly he's over the moon.

Right--about the way Flug acts around you. Every conversation you have with him suddenly has this weird air around it. You could tell he was more nervous than.. well, usual, but whenever you asked he just waved it off as some upcoming mission or invention he still had to work on. You'd normally decide not to dwell on it too much.

On his end, he thought he was doing everything horribly wrong in front of you. "Catch you on the flip side"??? When has he ever said something like that?! Not to mention his stammering practically increased by 5 times its normal amount, as he was fumbling over most words in every single sentence he dared mutter around you. If he wasn't talking, he was tripping over his untied shoelaces (he almost always had them tied, god, what happened to his schedule-?) or spilling some important chemical all over his workspace.

Overall, he was more fidgety than normal, and he hated it. It made him want to tear his bag out. Why couldn't he just be normal around you? Now he's just worse than he ever was. All his attempts of impressing you were down the drain at this point. But at least he hasn't completely drawn you away--I mean, you still liked hanging out with him! At least, he thinks you like spending time with him.. Part of him is still just the slightest bit insecure.

His worry for you has increased when you go on missions with him now. Part of him wants to just keep you in the hat ship so you don't get involved in something messy, but he knows that would be unfair for you. Flug just worries about you getting hurt, is all. He tries to focus on you a bit more during missions to make sure you're doing alright, but sometimes this just causes him to fuck up even more in front of you. Way to go, Flug. He suddenly feels as if his engineering and villainy PhDs didn't really do that much for him in the long run.

As we all know, Dr. Flug is far from someone to act on feelings. He acts on his logic, most of the time at least. With this in mind, he is the last person you'd think of as someone who would confess their feelings to someone. In all honesty, even if he did muster up the courage to try, he would pass out on the spot. So, he just tries to wait it out until this crush subsides. Spoiler alert: it doesn't!

Right, right--so, since he probably won't ever come clean about his feelings to you, you'll probably eventually just have to confess yourself. Unless Flug slips up one day and accidentally says he loves you in one of his long-winded rambles, in which would make a very awkward situation.

Under the circumstances that you do confess to him first, he.. well, Flug won't believe you at first. You've probably just gotten yourself mixed in with one of Demencia's pranks. A bit cruel, but nothing he couldn't handle. He will have to talk to Demencia later though, she's been getting on his nerves lately.. And besides, the whole spiel of you actually liking him, caring for him, and wanting to be with him? Yeah, okay.

So he laughs. And then he realizes you're serious. Oh. You're serious.. Oh.

Ohhhhhh crap. Okay! So you like him. It was.. It didn't feel real. But it was. And now that same feeling came back to him, the one where he feels his hands getting sweatier, his bag getting stuffier, and.. a new symptom. His legs turned flimsy, and could now just barely hold his body. He leaned onto his desk for support. If only he could see how red his bag was at the time.

And yes, you were able to calm him down, but even as the day progressed, Flug still couldn't swallow the situation. He laid in his bed unmoving, still, and.. awake. He couldn't get his mind off of anything that had happened that afternoon. He's probably pinched himself at least 6 times now, making sure he wasn't just dreaming or anything. After the 7th pinch.. yep, he wasn't.

Eventually, this surprise faded away into another new emotion.

Overjoyed.