#i initially said no but their reaction is rubbing me the wrong way

[grimmweepers]

me: excited for this small trip with my friends

work: hey btw can you come back to work the day after you land, even though it’s your scheduled day off, and help us transition with this big change that we just found out about today. the correct answer is yes btw

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. TOUCH

Just back into it, and let it touch

JJK MEN & THEIR REACTIONS TO YOU USING THEIR CROTCH TO SHOW OFF YOUR NAILS

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, & takuma ino.

cw: modern au (?), suggestive content (ofc) ooc characters(?), reader being a little shit, etc.

i’ve always found this tiktok trend adorable, and thought it would be nice to write hcs on with them. these are unedited so excuse typos and other mistakes. i might do more later.

KASHIMO HAJIME.

the nail designs you chose were cute, but a little cheesy. a simple cyan base with purple lighting bolts on each ring finger.

you came back from the shop to spot kashimo resting on your couch, clearly tired from either fighting a curse or general working out. you tapped him, showcasing your nails the moment you got his attention. hajime would only give you a small smirk, leaning his head back again to rest.

the idea would then pop into your head, softly declaring you needed to take a picture to show your friend. he didn’t care enough to respond.

but, that quickly changed when you sat beside him, resting your hand right on his crotch.

what are you doing?

you shushed him a bit, declaring his white pants were a perfect background. a plausible excuse, one that he believed less and less when he realized you were massaging him through his pants.

he allowed it to go on for a moment before he snatched your wrist, pulling you closer to him.

don’t start something you can’t finish, [y/n].

and well, you spent the rest of that evening facing the consequences of your actions. you never did send that picture.

GOJO SATORU.

probably asked you to get his tip color. you refused, much to his dismay.

you settled on a pretty blue and white design, curtesy of his eyes and hair. you sent a picture of it to him while in the shop; your lover hearting the image instantly.

on the way home, you were scrolling through your tiktok feed and came across the trend. a cheshire like grin covered your features soon after.

making it home, gojo wasn’t busy with anything, simply sitting on the couch and watching some random show. he greeted you and attempted to get touchy, only for you to declare you had to take a picture of your nails first.

just use the one you sent me?

no, baby, i wanna use a different one.

although confused, the man shrugged a bit, focus turning back to the tv. you sat on the couch beside him, humming as your phone hovered above your hand that rested on your thigh. taking a quick glance to assure he wasn’t looking, you reached over, placing your hand right on his crotch.

gojo noticed you instantly, eyes falling from the tv screen and over to your hand, eyebrows pinched close. he said nothing however, simply watching you closely. the moment you began to rub him, however, he was adjusting his hips eyes lifting to yours, adoring an are you serious? expression.

what’s wrong? you tried to play dumb, all while your hand still moved, not so secretly anymore. gojo would only grin at you, pretty dimples exposed, turning back to the tv.

nothing.

in that moment his hand reached over to your bare thigh, gently tapping it; fingers stroking the inside of them.

this had now became a game of who would crack first.

and much to your dismay, you always did.

GETO SUGURU.

your choice of design was a black base with his initials on each ring finger. when sending a picture to the man he complimented them, and was clearly happy his name was on your fingers.

you had been planning to do the trend on him the moment you saw it, booking an appointment the next day. you just wanted to see his reaction, to see if your normally calm and collected boyfriend would react differently.

you were basically rushing into the house the moment you locked your car, entering to spot him on the couch reading a book. you two greeted each other with a soft kiss the moment you walked over.

you really like my nails, suguru?

mhm.

lemme show gojo. you hummed, pulling your phone from your pocket. you bit the inside of your cheek, reaching over and planting your hand right on his crotch. you felt his eyes on you for a moment before they drifted back to his book. which, frustrated you.

and so, you adjusted your hand, a false mumble of needing a better angle exiting you. except the adjusting didn’t stop, seeing as you began to gradually rub your palm up and down his crotch.

you jumped a bit as he shut his book closed, grabbing your wrist and pushing it against his hardening length even more.

now, you deal with it? understand?

NANAMI KENTO.

much to nanami’s embarrassment, you used his tip color. he tried to talk you out of it, but it happened. how they color matched it was above him. and why you did such a thing was above him as well. but, he did have to admit the nails were still pretty.

when you got home the man was busy with some paperwork at his desk, grumbling to himself every once in a while. you walked over with a gentle smile, watching his tense shoulders fall the moment you made your presence known.

you then showed off your nails, nanami simply shaking his head with a smile.

you got a bit needy the moment his eyes turned back to his desk however, biting the inside of your cheek before a brilliant idea popped into your mind. you find a chair beside his desk, scooting a bit close to his own. which wasn’t suspicious, you did that often.

what was suspicious was you reaching over, placing your hand onto his crotch.

[y/n]…

just trynna get a good picture. your pants are the perfect color. the excuse left you quickly, hearing the man sigh softly to himself but allowing your hand to remain there.

that was until, you began to carefully slide your hand up and down his crotch— back and forth. nanami didn’t left it go on for long before he was grabbing you by the forearm, pulling you up from your chair and over to his lap.

oh, ken, your paperwork..

that can wait. can’t ignore you when you’re being so damn needy..

TAKUMA INO.

to ino’s surprise, you somehow got your nail lady to carefully draw his masked face on your ring finger. the moment you sent the picture he was amazed and very happy. something you found adorable.

so of course you decided to toy with him.

coming home you spotted the man not really doing anything, simply resting on the couch. he smiled up at you, eyes following you as you walked over to sit beside him. his arm came to wrap around you, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment; simply watching tv.

until you swore softly, pulling your phone from your pocket. gotta take a picture for a friend.. you would mumble, something ino barely acknowledged.

the moment your hand was on his crotch, however, his eyes fell from the tv quickly, staring down at your hand.

uh, y/n…

sorry baby, just gotta use your pants. you claimed, the man muttering nervous ok, going completely still— clearly not wanting to mess up your photo. you smiled at this, nearly feeling bad for what you were about to do to him.

slowly you carried your palm up and down his crotch, feeling the hand on your hip twitch. continuing the facade, you tilted your phone every so often, attempting to find the correct position; all while poor ino attempted to calm his rising hard on. he tried so hard too.

just as you felt his hard length through his sweats, you snapped a photo, rising from the couch— placing a chaste kiss to his cheek on the way.

thanks baby, imma take a quick shower.

needless to say, ino was a bit confused and disappointed, only able to give you a small nod— watching you walk away. ignorant to the fact you were holding in your laughter.

[silent-stories]

Brother's best friend! Noah

Pairing: Noah sebastian x reader

Summary: Jolly knows.

The dressing room you were in was dimly lit, quiet except for the low hum of the crowd outside as you were enjoying the pre-show silence, waiting for Noah.

You leaned against a wall, knowing he would pop in at any second before going out. It was almost ritual, by now, even if there was always a degree of risk.

The door opened without noise, and you smiled at the sight of him.

Noah's brown eyes caught your gaze. He said nothing; he merely came to you, his arms slipping about your waist as if that was the place where they belonged.

"Hey," he whispered, bending to press a soft kiss against your lips, the light brush sending warmth spreading through your chest.

"Hey," you whispered back, your fingers tracing down the fabric of his jacket as you drew him in a little closer.

"How're you feeling?" Noah asked low, like forgetting that he was the one who was about to perform in front of hundreds of people and not you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His eyes were tender, the kind to make you forget you were in a room where anyone could walk in.

"Good," you said, being truthful-a small smile tugging at your lips. "Better now that you're here."

He smiled, one of those smiles that skipped a beat in your heart. "I needed this before going out there."

You leaned up to kiss him again, slower this time, to savor the quiet intimacy of the moment. His hand was against your back, tugging you closer, deepening the kiss enough to remind you just how much you both craved these brief moments alone.

But just as you pulled back, still feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips, you heard a slight noise from behind.

Both of you turned, and your heart dropped when you saw Jolly standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. Your stomach twisted.

You took a half-step backward, but Noah didn't budge; his arm remained around your waist. Neither one of you panicked. As a matter of fact, there was some sort of silent exchange of looks between you both, each of you waiting for the other's reaction to see how Jolly would take it.

"Man, look I-" Noah started, but Jolly waved his hand, a smile breaking across his features.

"Relax," he said lightly. "You don't have to explain anything. I've known for a while now."

You and Noah stared in surprise. "You... have?"

Jolly snorted, taking a further step into the room. "Yeah, I'm not blind. I have seen you sneaking around. And the way you two act with each other? I mean, it's not that hard, really, to figure out."

You exchanged a quick look with Noah; a slow smile pulled the corner of his lips down, part relief, part amusement. "Guess we weren't as subtle as we thought."

"Not even close," Jolly snickered, "but I don't care. Honestly, I've just been waiting for one of you to say something."

You relaxed completely now, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "You didn't think that it was weird? I mean, me and Noah? Nick thinks he is like... a brother too."

Jolly shrugged, his expression softening. "Nah. You're both adults. If this makes you happy, then what's the problem? You're not doing anything wrong."

Noah exhaled too, relieved. "You don't think he'd freak out?"

Jolly cocked his head, considering a moment. "Nick might be a bit surprised initially, sure. But he's not going to freak out. You're his sister, Noah's his best friend. If anything, he might actually be relieved it's you two-people he trusts."

That was something you hadn't considered. You'd always wished Nick would react badly, but Jolly's words showed you another perspective. "So. you think he wouldn't mind?"

"I think," Jolly said with a grin once more, "he's gonna be okay. He maybe just needs a day or two to get used to it, but he's not gonna blow up over this."

Noah chuckled softly and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Well, thanks, man. We didn't want to cause any drama."

Jolly shook his head. "There's no drama." He said before turning back toward the door. "I'll leave you two alone. But don't take too long, they're waiting for you out there."

The air was lighter in the room with the door clicked shut behind him. Noah let loose a deep breath, and you couldn't but burst out in laughter with such an overwhelming feeling of relief. "Well, that went better than expected."

Noah grinned, pulling you back into his arms. "No kidding. I thought we were busted."

"Turns out we've been busted for a while," you teased, leaning your head against his chest.

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad he's cool with it." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hands resting lightly on your waist. "Maybe we won't have to sneak around anymore soon."

You smiled, lifting your head to look up at him. "Mh. Maybe."

Noah leaned down and his lips captured yours in a long, slow kiss. For the first time, there was no feeling of rush or secrecy. It felt right, like finally some of the weight of hiding was lifting. As he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek light, his eyes filled with the warmth you'd grown to love.

"You need to go, rockstar. Or someone is really gonna get mad at you this time."

"I know." He smiled, leaned in, and kissed you once more, your fingers resting against the familiar fabric of his jacket until you found the torn balaclava coming out of his pocket.

You slipped it over his head when his lips were still on yours.

"Noah. Go. Now."

"Okay, okay." He chuckled, fixing the mask. "Mayhem, I'm coming."

Tags: @anything-more-than-human @ladyveronikawrites @iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @fadingangelwisp @xmads-omensx @iwasntstable @thisbicc @pathion @mathfairchild1 @flowery-mess @into-the-grey @lma1986 @tosoundlessdarkistare @stardustsirenmelody @thewrstinme

[candycandy00]

Let the Whole World See - A Togame x Reader Fanfic

Your boyfriend Togame convinces you to go on a date with him while wearing a very short skirt and no underwear. 

Smut. 18+. Fem Reader. Togame is in his mid 20’s. Exhibitionism. Humiliation. Oral sex. Slightly rough. Public sex. Public nudity.

“Jo!” you whine, trailing close behind your boyfriend, rubbing your thighs together nervously. 

Togame invited you on a date to the park, saying you could take a leisurely stroll and enjoy the beautiful autumn colors. It sounded romantic so you happily agreed, not realizing you’d end up like this. 

He even bought you a new outfit, picking it out himself. You were surprised by how cute the outfit turned out to be - a white tennis style skirt and a pale pink sweater that bares your midriff. He also bought white over the knee socks to wear with it. Supposedly he got help from a friend of a friend from the other side of town. You appreciate the effort he put into this day, but you’re starting to think it was more for him than for you. 

Because he insisted you wear no underwear, and the skirt is far too short. 

A few weeks ago, only a few days after you started dating, he told you about his exhibitionism kink. Your initial reaction was that there was no way this would work out. You’re extremely shy, and you told him so. He’d only smiled and said, “That’s what makes it so hot.”

The comment turned you on, and since then you’ve been wanting to try indulging his kink at least once. So today is the day. You agreed to this setup, of walking in public with him in a short skirt with no panties on.

He chose a place with hardly any people. It’s a weekday, at a time when students are in school and most adults are at work. And with the weather getting cooler, the park is nearly abandoned. He said he wants to ease you into this. 

But it’s still nerve wracking! Earlier you passed a lady jogging, and you’re very aware that there could be other people in the park. You keep tugging the skirt down, terrified a breeze will blow it up. 

Togame notices, and takes one of your hands in his. “Just relax,” he says. “Look how pretty the leaves are.”

He doesn’t understand. Part of your discomfort is from the fact that you’re very aroused right now. The cool air passing between your legs, the friction of your thighs, the thought that anything could go wrong and a random passerby could get an eyeful… all of it is getting to you. 

By the time you stop in front of a bench, your face feels hot and your skin is flushed, never mind the wetness that is just starting to drip down your thighs. 

Togame stands facing you, smiling in his easy going way as he watches you blush. “Do you trust me?” he asks. 

You look up at him, your eyes shifting about nervously before settling on his. “Yes, I trust you, Jo.”

He leans down and gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. “Good,” he says before squatting down in front of you. His warm hands move up your thighs, pulling your skirt up and exposing your glistening pussy. You shudder at the cool air, and give a little squeak of protest, trying to pull the skirt back down. What if someone sees?

“Is this too much?” he asks, looking concerned. “We can go back to my place or-“

“N-no! I want to do this. I just got a little scared,” you say, moving your hands from your skirt. You trust your boyfriend with your life, but you’re not so sure about whoever else might be lurking in the park. 

He smiles again, pushing your skirt back up and pressing a kiss to your bare pussy, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, he pulls your whole skirt down to your ankles. You gasp, realizing this leaves you totally exposed. You’re so stunned you can barely react as he helps you step out of the skirt, wads it up, and shoves it into the pocket of his jacket. 

“Jo! What if someone walks by?!” you demand, coming to your senses. You couldn’t just quickly put your skirt back down like when he was holding it up. With it in his pocket, you don’t even have access to it, and your sweater is way too short to cover anything, no matter how much you pull it. Togame has complete control in this situation. 

And you’re so turned on you can hardly stand it. 

Togame stands back up and wraps his arms around you, the sensation of his clothes against your bare lower half making you feel giddy. And you notice something: a big, prominent bulge in his pants. He’s looking down at you as he says, “Can you take care of this for me?”

You nod, starting to sink down to your knees, but he stops you. 

“Not on your knees,” he says. “Squat.”

Squat? Like this?! You know that would put you in an extremely lewd position, but if it makes your boyfriend happy, you’re willing to try. So you lower yourself down, squatting, your legs automatically spreading apart. You can feel your juices dripping out of you and onto the concrete of the stone walking path below you as Togame pulls the front of his pants down low enough to free his thick cock. 

You’ve sucked him off before, but not in public, and not while trying to balance on your high heels in a squat that’s already straining your leg muscles. So you don’t waste any time taking him into your mouth, your tongue burying itself in his leaky tip. You’re trying to get him off as fast as possible, before someone walks by or your legs give out. You pull out all the stops, deep throating him, letting your drool and spit cover him, licking his shaft bottom to top, suckling his balls, even using your hand to stroke him when he’s not halfway down your throat. 

He’s breathing hard, making light grunts and groans as his fingers lace through your hair. You start to lose your balance, your head lurching forward and causing you to nearly swallow him. “Fuck, you’re being so good for me today,” he says as your hands move to his hips to hold yourself steady. 

You can feel his cock twitching, and you know he’s close. You know how this usually ends too, how he likes to do it. His hand on your head presses you further onto him, and once he’s so far down your throat you can’t breathe, he shoots his load right down your neck. You swallow quickly, wanting all of it. Even as he’s pulling out of your mouth, your lips are still sucking out the remaining drops. 

He helps you to your feet, his face a bit pink and his breathing still a little erratic. Then suddenly he pushes you behind him and turns his back to you. “Don’t move,” he says, and soon you find out why. 

“Hey, Togame!” you hear a voice say casually. 

You don’t recognize the voice, but it’s clearly one of his friends. Oh god, they’re going to see you like this! Your lower half is completely exposed, your pussy is dripping noticeably down your legs, and Togame’s cum is probably on your lips. You have no choice but to stand perfectly still behind Togame’s back, one hand clutching his jacket while the other vainly tries to cover your pussy. 

“Hey,” your boyfriend says back. “What are you doing out here?”

“Just taking a walk. Are you out here alone?” the voice asks. 

Oh no. Can he see your legs behind Togame’s? 

Togame chuckles. “No, I’m with my girlfriend.”

“Oh? Is that her behind you?”

Togame shifts slightly, probably to keep blocking view of you as his friend tried to look. “She’s really shy, so I’ll introduce you some other time.”

“O-okay,” the voice replies shakily, and you wonder what sort of look Togame gave him to make his voice quiver like that. “I’m heading back now. See you later.”

After a few more seconds, Togame sighs and turns to face you. “Sorry about that. He’s gone. I understand if you wanna go back now,” he says, reaching into his pocket to get your skirt. 

You put a hand on his arm to stop him. “Wait… I’m unsatisfied,” you say, shyly looking at the ground. 

He tilts your face up to look at him. “Really? Then I guess I better satisfy you.”

Togame flops down on the bench and pulls you backwards into his lap, so that you’re facing away from him. Then his hands are on your thighs, pulling them apart. You rise up enough for him to slide his pants down a little, and when you feel his fully hard cock against your skin, you use your hands to line it up with your entrance and then sink down, taking him all the way inside your wet, needy hole. 

You hiss at the stretch, but love the feeling of fullness only his huge cock can provide. His hands stay firmly on your legs, holding you open for all the world to see as you begin riding him, bouncing up and down on his shaft. 

Your breaths are hitching, quick, sharp little moans and whines escaping you as you fuck yourself on his cock. His hands are hot and strong on your thighs as he leans his face close to your ear and says, in that maddeningly calm voice, “Someone could walk by any second and see this, see your slutty pussy gushing around my cock.”

“Jo… Jo… I can’t… I can’t stop!” you cry out, clenching around him, your hands gripping the fabric of his pants beneath you. 

He reaches around with both hands and pulls your sweater up, exposing your breasts, letting them bounce freely with your movements. “It’s okay,” he says into your ear, “I want people to see. Let everyone see how well you take me, how deep I can fuck this little pussy. I want everyone to watch you cum, so they’ll know I’m the only one who can make you moan like this.”

One of his hands slides down, his fingers rubbing your spread folds, finding your swollen, tender clit and giving it a pinch that makes you scream in pleasure. There on the park bench, where anyone could see or hear, you cum with a loud cry, sinking down as deeply as possible on Togame’s cock.

As you ride out your mind blowing orgasm, you swivel your hips, leaving him plunged deeply inside you. His hands are on your tits now, squeezing them gently. Suddenly his grip on them tightens, and you hear him grunt as he cums again, filling you absolutely full. 

When you finally climb off him, your legs are wobbly. He pulls up his pants, and just then you hear voices. “Jo, my skirt!” you say, and he hurries to pull it out of his pocket and help you step back into it. Just after you pull it up, you see his friend Choji and a few other guys coming around the bend. Choji spots the two of you and runs over. 

“Hey, are you guys here on a date?” he asks, looking excited. You hope to god he doesn’t notice how hard you’re clamping your thighs together, trying not to let Togame’s cum drip out of you. 

“Yep, just the two of us,” Togame says, putting an arm around you. 

Choji laughs and slaps Togame’s back playfully, though it looks a little too hard to you. “I get it! We’ll leave you alone. Have fun!”

As they walk away, you and Togame both sigh in relief. Then he grins. “That was a close one, huh? Let’s go find a restroom.”

You nod, suddenly feeling shy again. You can’t believe you had sex in public! 

Togame takes hold of your hand, leading you along. “Next time, let’s try something a little more daring. Maybe a place with more people.”

“What?!” you yell, shocked by the prospect. But you can’t deny that the thought made you a little horny. Maybe this would all work out after all. 

[fullofgutsndopamine]

three times hasan faked it + 1 time he didn’t have to

more hasan here

hasan is good at faking many things.

look, he’s not one for bragging-really, he isn’t. it’s just part of his charm, of his appeal, another tick of good things about him-could be an actor if this streaming job ever falls through, if he ever gets sick of politics and dumb jokes.

at least, he likes to believe he is.

one

“i fucking hate this movie, dude.”

it’s obvious by the way his eyes have been glued to the screen and how he hasn’t said much that he’s lying. really, the only way you knew he was here was by the constant rubbing of the pad of his thumb over your hand, where it traveled and slowly creeped, two fingers at a time over your spine until it reached the back of your neck where his hand rested against yours, a gentle squeeze there, as if he’s saying: i’m here

“mhm,” you counter, eyes on the screen, “it’s obvious you hate it by how quiet you’ve been this entire time.”

he rolls his eyes but his hands stay constant:

“whatever,” he rolls his eyes, “this is the best part. hold on.”

he fucking hated this movie. his eyes were close to rolling out of his head but as he was about to make a joke, to say how dumb this was, he saw how excited you were, how wide eyed and excited you were over tbis movie and naturally, he had to love the movie as well.

two

“boo!”

hasan is many things, but at the very top of the list with your initials next to it, it’s a scaredy cat

he’s not proud of it.

the smile on his face gives him away, doesn’t give him enough time to fake a reaction, to play up being terrified:

“nothing?” your shoulders slump, “i didn’t scare you at all?”

look, he’d beat up anyone who even implied this, knows how cliche it is but the world is less scary with you by his side-isn’t on edge like before, isn’t always waiting for the other foot to drop.

“you didn’t even give me a chance to react!”

his giggle is loud as he reaches over to elbow you.

“reacting is your whole ass job!” you argue, moving out of the way as he tries to pull you close and plant a kiss on your forehead like he always does when you arrive at his side.

your face is bright red as he finally pulls you in close, another kiss to your cheek-

“cmon,” he giggles, “give me another chance.”

instead, you reach up, messing up his hair: “your time is coming.”

three

“i’m not much of a dancer.”

his voice is low as he drawls on, but as you stand with

“our kitchen would say differently,” you shush him, “come on.”

he groans, knows there’s no way he’ll get out of this, better to just shut up and follow what you say-you haven’t led him astray before.

“i’m going to embarrass you,” he all but whispers as he wraps his arms around your core, as you rest your head against his chest, “i’m going to step on your feet and it’s going to be horribly embarrassing.”

“shh.”

he leads, a gentle box as he’s careful to not step on your toes, grumbling and trying to act like he hates it-grateful you can’t see the pink across his face.

+ 1

“what is this?”

his giggle gives him away, proves he’s actually enjoying this.

“it’s a surprise, hasan.” you tsk at him, your hands shield over this eyes so all he can see is dark in front of him, “just-“

you pause, a sigh before kicking your lips:

“listen,” you counter, “do you trust me?”

there’s weight there, where he could play dumb or say the wrong thing and act like he doesn’t trust you-

“yes.” he says instantly, before he can even overthink it, his hands over yours as you guide him

“good,” you settle on, can hear your feet behind him as he smirks, his hands in front of him as he tries to make out a house he once knew by heart. “now shut up, and act like you’re enjoying this.”

you can’t see it as he rolls his eyes, as he tries to play up this act of someone who hates everything, hates this.

“okay, don’t open your eyes.”

there’s struggle for a second as one hand drops, he can tell by the difference in the lightning that you flicked a light on-

“okay. one, two-“

he can hear the deep breath you take as your hands drop. the second he can’t feel you anymore his hands scamper in the air, unsatisfied until they come back into contact with your hand, until his fingers are laced into your hand.

i’m the kitchen now lays half deflated balloons, a half hanging up happy birthday banner-

“it’s not great,” you sigh at your side, “I’m so sorry. i’ll make it up to you, i promise. the store-“

“hey.”

your head snaps up when you hear his voice, when his forefinger connects with your chin to lift it up so it strains, when you can finally make eye contact with him.

“this is perfect-“

“hasan,” you sigh, “you lie so badly-“

“i’ve literally never lied in my life,” he laughs, “this is perfect.”

you don’t believe him until he pulls you close to him, when your belly collided with the side of his legs, his hand outstretched as he points out the little things you spent all the time doing-

“this is perfect,” he insists, the smile never leaving his side, “you’re perfect.”

pink raises on your face as you shake it: “cliche.”

“shut up.”

he pulls you in for a final kiss.

[greg-montgomery]

any other world - part 1

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

series masterlist

prologue

once again a huge thanks to this angel @criminalskies 🥹🫂🩷

(38)

“Haley, I said no.”

“I don’t understand why you’re so opposed to that name.” She smiled; Aaron assumed it wasn’t a genuine reaction, but more of an attempt to lighten up the mood.

This happened a lot. She’d say something that made him think of you, he’d have a reaction, and she’d pretend she didn’t notice. It broke his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“If you have a different name in mind I’m open to suggestions,” she added, taking his hands in hers.

He leaned in to kiss her. “Just any other name besides Jack. Please.”

“Okay.”

--

(20)

“Aaron…” you whined, kicking one of the pillows that decorated your bed on the floor. “Be done with it already.”

“My exam is at 8 am. I won’t have any time to revise in the morning. Just give me thirty more minutes.”

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“I know. But if I come to your bed to study, I will not be studying,” he argued, since there was no need of you to say anything for him to get what you were insinuating.

“I’ll just lay my head on your chest. I promise I won’t even talk to you.”

“Fine,” he said, always unable to say no to you; even though your weight on him and your sweet scent would definitely make the letters on his papers start dancing.

But you kept your promise. You carefully laid on him, letting him wrap one of his arms around you. The only thing you did before closing your eyes was kissing the inside of his wrist, just like you did every night.

“Good night.”

“Good night, tulip,” he whispered and turned his attention back to his notes. He’d ace the test and then he’d get to hear the words ‘I’m so proud of you, baby!’ from your sweet lips. Then all the sleepless nights of studying would be worth it.

--

(21)

That couldn’t be right. There was no way that was right.

H.B.

Aaron would never forget the heartbroken look on your face when you saw those letters. The way your excited smile faded into an expression that went straight through his heart and made it bleed.

He was desperate to comfort you, but how could he find the right words to say when his whole world was crumbling in front of his eyes too? Every single dream, every single plan for the future, every single promise had vanished into thin air.

“These are not my initials,” you said quietly. You were still holding his hand in yours, staring at the new mark on his skin.

“Baby…” he whispered, cupping your cheek.

“No, Aaron,” you said, your eyes slowly filling with tears, “These are not my initials.”

Aaron pulled you into his arms as you broke down crying. You were holding onto him with a strength he didn’t know you had. He rubbed your back, trying to clear up his own thoughts.

How could the girl in his arms not be his soulmate? His best friend, his lover, his partner in everything? You were his family.

“I don’t care,” he whispered in your ear. “I don’t care what the mark says. You’re my soulmate.”

“I’m not,” you sobbed, pulling back so you could sit face to face again.

“You are. You’re the love of my life.”

“Apparently I’m not though,” you raised your voice. He knew you weren’t angry at him, you were angry at life. “God, Aaron, what the fuck? How could we have been so wrong?”

“We haven’t been wrong. I’m not gonna let an unknown fucking force decide who I’m spending my life with. You’re the one I want and I’m staying with you.”

“That’s not how it goes.”

“That’s exactly how it goes.”

You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, the way you always did to calm yourself down.

“Maybe we’re just meant to be friends.”

Aaron grabbed your jaw with his hand and pulled your face close to his, “Tell me when I was inside you earlier making you cry about how good you felt, did it feel like we were meant to be just friends?”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and removed his hand from your face. “It doesn’t matter how I feel.”

“That’s actually all that matters to me.”

A deep sigh escaped your lips. “What are we going to do, Aaron?”

“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, as long as we’re together.”

“This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go.”

“I know, my tulip.”

“It’s unfair,” you added, like a kid whose toy was stolen by their sibling.

“I know. But I love you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Aaron was grateful you let him hold you when he pulled you into a warm embrace. But it was impossible to keep the thoughts from running into dark places. Like the clear skin on your own wrist which would be soon stained with initials that weren’t going to be his either.

--

(21)

It felt like the mark on Haley’s wrist was mocking you.

A.H.

The two letters you had been craving all your life to have them written on your skin, were decorating her wrist instead.

Haley was beautiful, smart, popular. The perfect girl next door.

You and Aaron had met her in high school. She was staring in a school play he was forced to participate in because of a bet he’d lost. You got along with her pretty well, and so did Aaron.

Back then you weren’t worried over the way they both used to geek over Star Wars – which you simply couldn’t get into, no matter how hard Aaron had tried to make you love – during rehearsals. You weren’t worried when he’d invited her to his birthday party that year and you had noticed her eyes sparkle when he had played his favorite Beatles’ song.

Back then none of that mattered. Because back then, Aaron was your soulmate.

Yet you still couldn't hate Haley, because she was in pain too.

Her birthday only a month after Aaron’s had confirmed your suspicions that his soulmate was her. And you could relate to her heartbreak, when Aaron had to break the news to her. When he informed her that no matter what their wrists said, he was choosing you instead.

Neither of you truly had him, and in that way you understood her.

--

(21)

“Here.” You placed the hot cup of coffee you’d made for Aaron, next to his book.

“Thank you, honey,” he said, reaching out his hand to touch your waist under your shirt. With that motion he pulled you close to him, so you were standing right in front of his chair.

He wrapped his arms around you and your own hands got lost between his hair. Aaron left a tiny kiss on your stomach and looked up at you. “I’m anxious.”

“You’re going to do great. You’ve been studying non-stop for days now.”

“I don’t feel like I’m doing enough,” he admitted.

“You’re always so hard on yourself.” Your thumb rubbed the short hair on his temples as you kissed the tip of his nose. The nose kiss was followed by a soft one on his lips, before you pulled away again. “You’re doing more than enough. And I’m so proud of you.”

His dimples made an appearance and your heart smiled at your success. “There’s my boy.”

“Shut up,” he laughed, rolling his eyes. You could just pinch his cheeks every time you made him shy.

“Do you want me to help? We can go through some questions together. I’ll ask, you’ll answer.”

“Yeah,” he said, looking through his notes. “Haley gave me-”

At the realization of saying her name, he paused.

“It’s okay, you can mention her around me, I’m not gonna break,” you said, hoping you successfully hid the fact that you were annoyed.

He cleared his throat and continued. “Her cousin took the same exams last year, so she gave me his notes. He has written down all the questions that were on the test.”

“Good then. Let’s get to work.”

--

(45)

“Good night, buddy,” he whispered, leaving a sweet kiss on his son’s forehead. Jack usually replied with a ‘Good night, daddy,’ but he was already fast asleep.

As Aaron made his way to the living room in order to clear up the floor from his son’s toys, he heard a knock on his door.

He walked towards it as silently as he could, and looked through the peep hole; the fear of a possible intruder still poisoning his blood.

But the face he saw on the other side of the door took his breath away.

A face he hadn’t seen in years. A face he saw every night in his sleep.

He didn’t let a second more to pass before opening his door.

“Y/N?” he said in a breath.

Your eyes were red, and full of tears. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

Mikey as your cockwarmer 💛

Author's Note: Your honor, I love Mikey so much omg. He's THE whole reason I got into tokyo rev in the first place. I hope I did my baby justice :')

Pairings: Mikey x male reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Mikey, cockwarming, teasing, dacryphilia

It was you who brought up this idea first. You'd mentioned it to Mikey a few times, trying to gauge his reaction. You've fantasized about this for a while now, and finally tonight you'd sweet-talked him into trying it...

It was a simple challenge, he just had to sit still while you two watched a movie together. Easy peasy...except the moment your fat cock was finally buried within him, Mikey felt the difficulty of this challenge set in

“Everything feel alright?” You asked him. You could already tell that he was going to have trouble with this as his pulse increased and his nails dug into your arms

“F-fine” He said, chest practically heaving just from the initial penetration. You really expect him not to think about being stuffed full of you?! He's supposed to just sit here and not try to fuck himself on your dick?!

He tried to focus on the movie, really, but every few minutes you would ‘adjust yourself’ (he knew you were doing it on purpose. He could feel you smirk against his neck every time you moved.) It didn't help that this was one of his favorite positions either. Him sitting in your lap, back pressed against your chest, head resting on your shoulder, your arms wrapped around his waist, snuggled up together. Yeah you were taller than him anyways, but this position made him feel so small... and if he was being honest, he enjoyed the vulnerability and protection of being held by you

Your teasing stopped for a bit, and for a while he was able to relax, completely forgetting that you were balls deep inside of him. That is, until you spread his legs open...

“H-hey! Y/n?!” Mikey gasped. He tried closing his legs, but you placed a hand firmly on his thigh and pried them back apart. Cute little moans and whimpers escaped his lips. He tried twisting his torso slightly, burying his face against your neck. His squirming brought his attention back to your dick buried inside of him, eliciting more whines and making him squirm even more

Your hand rubbed down to his hip, squeezing his inner thigh and lightly scratching him with your nails. Touching every inch of skin around his dick, but not touching it directly, cruelly teasing him while he's helpless in your lap

As much as you enjoyed seeing him like this, all subby and whiny, this was a challenge for you too. He was so fucking tight around you, his walls squeezing your dick juuust right... you really had to fight the urge to grab his hips and start pounding that cute ass

Luckily, you had some kind of restraint tonight, if only to see how much more you could break Mikey before he either gave up and begged you to just fuck him already, or before he became your dumb little doll from so much teasing and edging. Either way, you were going to have fun with this

“Ya know, if you keep teasing me like this I won't be able to hold still...” Mikey said in between moans. You only chuckled in response, sending a shiver down his spine. Your hands continued to explore his body, delicate touches yet firm squeezes causing his head to spin. He'd get too excited and start rolling his hips only for you to slap his thigh or harshly grab his hips to keep him in place

You slipped a hand under his shirt and began to play with his chest, making him arch his back and grind down on your cock. “Aah! Ngh- w-wait that's... I-” Mikey stuttered out

Your breath tickled his ear as you whispered, “What's wrong, doll? Gonna give up?” You grabbed his erect dick and began lazily stroking it, making him cry out and buck his hips. “You can handle this, right?”

Mikey quickly shook his head ‘yes���. On one hand, he wanted you to quit teasing him, to forego this dumb, torturous challenge and just fuck him already! On the other hand, all of this felt so good... please just keep touching him, don't take your hands off please

You continued stroking him, suddenly speeding up and causing him to gasp, before slowing down or even stopping just to hear him whine, precum dripping all over his dick and making lewd, wet sounds. The hand that was groping his chest now held his chin, tilting his head so that you could mark up his neck, sucking on the sensitive flesh and leaving countless hickies for the rest of Toman's captains to tease him about later

Mikey could barely think straight anymore, he was still trying so hard not to move his hips, to be good for you and sit still, but your cock was throbbing inside of him. He needed for you to fuck him so badly... make him your little fleshlight and cumdump and make him yours. “Pl-ease...I can't t-take it anymore...” he panted, “I-I give up... need you t'fuck me...”

Mikey felt you scoff against his neck before your answer, “No.” His eyes widened, breath hitching at your cold response. “We have 20 minutes left. You're going to hold out until then.” You wrapped your hand around his throat, the other continuing to stroke his dick, occasionally twisting your wrist, making Mikey squeak

Tears rolled down his cheeks, falling on to your hand as you kept your grip on his throat, just tight enough to assert dominance, but not enough to really choke him. “No... please, use me” he choked out between sobs “Please...” Your only response was another scoff

Mikey had never felt so powerless, his begging was useless and he didn't know what else he could do to get you to give him what he needed... He's been stretched around your cock for over an hour now, his own cock painfully hard and abused by your edging. He's been so good for you this whole time...and you're still going to make him wait until the movie is over 🥺 He knew you'd give him what he wanted eventually, and that you'd take good care of him afterwards with lots of praise and kisses and cuddles, but right now this is just pure torture!

Finally, the credits rolled and Mikey tapped your wrist, whining as he tried to look at you. You released your hold on his throat and kissed his cheek before whispering, “Good boy”

Relief washed over his features as you placed your hands on his hips and started humping up into him. Mikey moaned your name as if it was a prayer, thankful that you were granting him the relief he so desperately needed

You lifted him up until just the tip was inside of him, only to slam him back down again and again, pounding him like he wanted so badly. His sweet cries of pleasure fueled you to go deeper and faster until you came inside of him, causing him to cum soon after. You stayed inside of him for a few minutes, making sure your cum didn't leak out, before you pulled out and felt him go limp in your arms

You both sat there, coming down from your highs together. You lazily held his hand, rubbing your thumb across his skin, feeling him squeeze your hand before he turned around in your lap and nuzzled into your chest

You'd deal with cleanup in a bit, right now you just wanted to sit here with Mikey in your arms and feel his steadying heartbeat against you

[allophonicmess]

Past's Lilac Haze

Chapter 1

Masterlist

You only wanted to help you niece with her theatre project. And it got you and your Timelord husband involved in an alien attack on one of London's most famous theatres.

So much for his retirement plans.

14th Doctor x Timelord!Wife! Reader

"Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue,

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,

Most brisky juvenal and eke most lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb."

You read with your best olden accent and high-pitched tone, imitating a squeaky girl's voice as the play asks you to. No reaction. You looked up from your script, expecting Rose to, in turn, answer with her line.

"Ninny's tomb." You repeated, nodding expectantly towards the crumpled printout in her hands. It was covered in annotations and highlighting, making it somewhat hard to read the actual text.

"You have to correct me now. Because I said Ninny's tomb." You explained, moving onto your knees to lean over and point her to the correct line. But she just stared at the text, trying to figure out what to do.

"Uh, but why do I need to correct you?" She suddenly started flipping through the pages, trying to find some context that seemed to be missing. She sighed, shaking her head in frustration.

"You need to correct me. Flute says it wrong. It needs to be Ninus tomb." You explained, showing her your own less annotated but aged copy. 

"But you just said that! Ninus tomb-"She felt irritated. It was a mistake to even enter the theatre club. She wasn't made for the stage, as learning text was way too hard. And she knew her acting wasn't much better; her mum noticed it too, cringing during the open rehearsals but always pretending to love it.

"No, that's the joke. Flute says Ninny's tomb so that Quince can correct him- "You stopped, setting down your text." We'll take a break. I can see that you are losing concentration." 

You got up, placing your booklet on the wooden coffee table that sat in front of the red satin two-seater. Rose had asked you to help her with her theatre role, much to the dismay of the Doctor (who bragged that he once was a Shakespearean actor, but Rose didn't care too much). So you offered her the chance to choose your study environment from any place she could think of. But instead of using the room emulator, she decided the Tardis library, which now came in a gorgeous dark wood and deep red satin theme, was the perfect environment. And you had to agree; It was a great choice.

"I'm going to get us some drinks, and then we can continue. You want tea or hot chocolate?" you asked, gently rubbing her shoulder. You loved your new role as her magic alien auntie, or so she coined the term. 

"Go back to your texts? I thought you two were done." The Doctor called as he entered the room. He had taken the day to set some things with Unit. They called in multiple crisis meetings to ensure that another incident like the Toymaker would not be possible. He hated the politics of it. So boring. But he saw the action plan as a positive initiative to prevent further harm to Earth or its citizens, so it was worth the effort. 

He confidently walked over to you, catching you by the waist to pull you into a hug. He hugged a lot. It was as if his body felt the need to compensate for the hug-free dry stretch during number 12. Not that you minded; his clinginess was somewhat cute.

"There is no need to get back to the text. I'll just text my theatre teacher and tell her I quit." Rose sighed, dropping her script next to your booklet on the table and sinking into her seat.

"No, you can't!" The Doctor whined, but he quickly whispered into your ear. "She that bad?" He cringed, hoping that Donna had been exaggerating. 

You rolled your eyes, thinking of a good answer. "Not bad, just… slow of study." You laughed softly at your own joke. But you quickly regretted it when you saw that twinkle in the Doctor's eyes. He had caught on. Oh no.

"Slow of study, you say?" He spoke with a booming theatre voice. 

"Oh no, please." You shook your head at him, hoping to make him stop. But it wasn't any good as, with starting his fourteenth life cycle, he had reached his Dad-joke era.

"Please don't" You pleaded softly.

"Have you the lion's part written?" He continued, moving away from you to kneel down at the side of the sofa. He was going all in, hiding behind the sofa's armrest only to slowly come up behind it. He looked at Rose with a playful expression, which shifted into a mix of shyness and embarrassment. The young woman tried to look away, to keep the frown on her face. But she couldn't fight the smile that spread over her face caused by the Doctor's shenanigans.

"Pray you, if it be, give it me, for I am slow of study" he asked in a pinched voice. He stayed low, looking between Rose and the texts on the table.

A moment of silence as the Doctor stayed true to his role, and Rose's attitude began to crumble. You watched with a smile on your face. You believed him about having been a Shakespearean actor. He had talent.

"You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring," Rose answered in a small voice. She crossed her arms, trying to appear uninterested as the Doctor began to cheer.

 "Ha! See, you do know the text!" He laughed, quickly getting up and moving around the sofa to stand behind it. He laughed, shaking Rose by her scrunched-up shoulders. She tried very hard to keep quiet but stood no chance against the Doctor's infectious laughter.

"You will give the best Peter Quince performance there ever was. I just know it!" He turned, looking at your reaction. But you simply stood in the doorway, grinning softly at him. 

You loved to see him at ease in his new life; just see him be happy. 

He loved to make you happy; be the cause of that radiant smile. 

"Okay, then. You help her study since you seem to know the text by heart." You crossed your arms in a challenging manner. 

"I'll go get some drinks." You turned into the hallway to get to the kitchen, but Rose stopped you, calling your name.

"It would be really helpful to go and see a performance, no? For uhh... Artistic inspiration." She suggested but continued before you had the chance to comment. "And I don't mean the recordings. They are nice, sure, but-" 

"It's not the same as live theatre." The Doctor continued, nodding in agreement. He had settled down on the other seat next to his niece, casually leaning back, arms crossed over his chest and nodding slowly. 

"Exactly!" Rose swiftly turned around in her seat, looking at you with expectation. She knew that she didn't need to persuade the Doctor. He was ready and excited for any type of trip despite his retirement. You were the one she needed to convince.

"No." You stated simply. "We can go to the theatre like regular people. You know, take the bus, pay for tickets and so on. But we are not travelling." You shook your head. The term holds a much more significant meaning to the three of you than to the ordinary person. But Rose was all too aware that she had the two of you wrapped around her finger.

"Oh, c'mon! We don't have to travel far. It was on at the Globe this summer. What's a few months, eh?" The Doctor argued, his legs now kicked up onto the table.

You huffed a laugh. "Just a few months? Funny coming from the man that is still having difficulties with precision landing." 

"Oh, no, not this again." He sighed, "I land where I need to go; the Tardis works in mysterious ways. It knows when I need to be off by a few days… or years…" 

Right. You felt no need to comment on what could only be a joke. 

"Besides, I spent the last years always on the go. Been able to practice a lot, you know? I mean, compared to you-"

 "We don't talk about that now." You warned him gently yet firmly. 

He turned around to face you, genuinely sorry about bringing the topic up. 

"Talk about what?" Rose picked up on the tense situation. This was precisely what you tried to avoid. 

"I'll explain it to you eventually, but not now. It's a bit touchy." You told her, hopefully stopping her from asking any further. And she understood, nodding with empathy and then turning back to her text, thinking that any talk about travelling was over.

 For a moment, the library got very quiet. Only the soft cracking of wood and the rustlings of paper could be heard.

You were going to be strict, just once. Only this one time.

…

…

…

To hell with it.

You sighed deeply: "I love the Globe, I really do. But this year's version wasn't any good." 

Your comment made Rose set down her notes and turn in your direction slowly. She was about to activate her puppy-dog look, but you already gave in.

"1598-"You couldn't finish your sentence in time as she had already gotten up to wrap you up in a big hug.

 "But! My rules." You hugged her with a soft smile. The Doctor watched you two with amusement.

"We go there, we watch the play, and we leave. No prancing around and no adventuring." 

Rose let go of you, nodding very quickly and waiting for further instructions. You huffed a laugh at her giddy expression, nodding towards the hallway to notion her to get to the console room.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She called, running towards the console room. 

The Doctor also got up, watching after and chucking softly at her. "She is making you go soft." He noted, pushing up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "Soon she will be unstoppable, spoilt rotten and hijacking the Tardis", He joked, moving in slow, languid steps towards you. You were still leaning against the wall by the door.

"Nah, not on my watch." You pushed yourself off the wall to exit the room. But the Doctor quickly caught your wrist, holding it gently. He looked at you apologetically.

"I'm sorry for bringing it up. That wasn't appropriate nor funny." He looked at you sadly, trying to let you feel his honesty. You nodded, turning your hand in his hold to his hand. 

"It's okay. She'll have to know eventually. Keeping a tragic backstory hidden from that one? You wish." You joked, squeezing the Doctor's hand and leading him outside. He quickly moved to kiss your temple. It made you pause, taking him in momentarily and appreciating how your story had turned out.

"But- "You spoke into the moment of silence.

 He huffed a laugh: "But?... You fly?" 

You grinned, keeping yourself steady on his shoulders as you reached up to peck a kiss on his lips.

"You know it, Darling."

[pendarling]

An Answer To A Problem

They flinched when they touched them. Villain had always looked so stoic and unnerved, but this time, they flinched. 

"Scared of me?" Hero cooed and pressed a hand to their chest, weapon raised to their neck. 

"...Not even for a second." Their eyes subtly dashed between the placement of their hand against their still heaving chest and back down the alley. 

Hero raised a brow at them confidently. Villain was good at lying, but not enough to fool them this time. They pressed them further into the wall, where Villain's constant cocky smile showed up to dismiss any ideas of fear. 

"I had taken you for a tougher criminal than this."

Villain smirked. "Well, let's not assume too much." Their smile wavered briefly as Hero's hand crawled closer to their neck. Villain bit their lip as a sudden burst of thrill came over them, their hands still innocently raised to their head without weapons. 

"And what happened to that playful attitude of yours earlier? What did you say you would do to me, hm?"

Villain shut their eyes regretfully, a wave of heat appearing along their cheeks and down their neck. There was nothing sweeter in this world than getting the opportunity to have Hero's full attention. Their gloved hand clasped onto their chin, smoothing it down as soft eyes gazed at them. 

Hero tilted their head, "You said you were going to pin me up on a wall and what?"

"Alright, alright, you got me..." They took a deep breath as soon as Hero placed the cold edge of the knife on their cheek, forcing their head to turn in their direction. 

Hero tucked one of Villain's loose strands of hair behind their ear, noting their relaxing shoulders. They ran a hand to their cheek, calmly stroking it as they shuddered under their touch. "Well, you've got a nice reaction to me." 

The criminal stayed still, too focused on not giving away their plans. "Hmmm."

Leading a life of crimes had made Villain foreign to the touch of anyone. They couldn't recall the last time they let their guard down, and Hero was a great distraction from their loneliness. 

They leaned in like a puppy leaning closer to its carer. Hero analyzed them for a while longer, enjoying Villain's rare look of helplessness for once. A slanted smile showed up, and Hero unexpectedly stopped. "You're touched-starved." They realized, and their eyes lit up. "I should've known! Is that why you always prefer hand-to-hand combat?"

"What?" Villain snapped out of their haze, their ears burning, "That's not why--"

Hero chuckled and rubbed their hand along their arm, "Yeah, but this gets you dopamine, doesn't it? Wow... a big bad offender like you--"

"Shut up!" They slapped their hand away, embarrassed. What would their comrades think of this? What were they thinking!?

Villain internally berated themselves shamefully. Hero wouldn't be one to put them in front of the entire world for becoming so desperate. Their intentions were generally good, but they had an itching feeling they'd use this against them.

Hero moved away, "I think it's cute you're coming to me for help to relieve your stress." They paused, idling for a second. "Though, I was thinking of other ways." 

They sighed. 

It wasn't like this initially; Villain never realized how horrible it had gotten for them over the following few weeks after joining the Villain's League and cooperating in everything they could. Their focus was solely on every mission, and eventually, by the end of those long nights, Villain was alone again. It wouldn't be wrong to say they found joy in their work because it was a distraction from their aching need to be embraced or even looked at, not with fear but with something else. 

That was until they saw a chance with Hero. They never asked why Villain was so insistent on fighting without weapons. Which was, on their part, their fault for leading Hero to believe they were trying to engage in... seduction. It was a stupid excuse to seek assistance in their search for contact with anything. 

They placed a hand to their face and groaned. "I'm not entertaining this."

"I don't mind," Hero grinned.

"What?"

Hero shrugged, "I don't know, maybe we can find a middle ground for the both of us. I get you all to myself," They bit their lip to stop a laugh, "and I'll satisfy your terrible need to be touched."

"Don't say it like that!" They blushed feverishly again, "I don't need anything! Whatever it is I can just steal it!" They patted their waist and pulled a short knife. Hero swiftly jumped out of their way as Villain rushed them. 

"Wait-- Villain!" Hero dodged a blow from their nemesis and clashed against the tall tin garbage cans. They stood up and blocked a kick. "Are you going to kidnap me!?"

"Oh, don't flatter yourself. I'm only going to kill you."

They laughed shakingly, "So, you're so hopeless that you're willing to kill me, because why? You don't like the thought of me giving anyone else attention?"

Villain grasped onto the short knife and narrowly missed Hero, cutting their suit only from the side. They quickly grabbed Hero by the waist and pulled them back before they could get away. Their back meeting Villain's chest as the blade rested under their chin. Hero gasped. 

"You know what? Maybe I will keep you after all."

The saviour smiled, a rosy colour tinging their cheeks. "Ehe... Well, if you wanted me so bad~..." 

It took a lot of power not to feel numb being so close to Hero and acting as if the tiny space between them left no effect, but it was painfully evident from their rival. They licked their lips knowingly. Their hand sifted through Villain's hair, who stood right behind them, freezing up immediately. 

"I'm not going anywhere, darling. I'm all yours."

Villain hesitated. 

"...Yeah, no, I'm starting to think you want me to kidnap you."

They laughed nervously. Well, it was circumstantial, but they didn't mind.

~~~ MASTERLIST

[painted-bees]

I love it when you dive into the psyche stuff with Margie and Raf. I swear I learn something new about myself every time I read a post about them. It's nice that they're both very patient and supportive with each other and that their struggles overlap in a way that grants them more empathy than they might have had otherwise. That said I'm curious to know how they clash, if at all. Does either of them have symptoms that triggers or exasperates the other's symptoms? How do they manage it?

that makes me so happy, thank you ; 0; <3

aaa so, chiefly, the relationship between these two is built on a pretty fundamental feature of "'winning' a situation/conflict is not more important than my partner's well being"--In that, like, they're both very proactive in looking at their situation and assessing if they're responsible for aggravating the situation/provoking a response, and to what extent. So typically, once they realize a situation has gotten away on them, they're both able to take a pause and even physically separate for a hot moment if need be--and then try and figure out what happened, what can be done, and apologize in earnest for any misinterpretation or disproportionate responses, etc. It's usually both of them apologizing to each other after identifying out loud out their own missteps/contributions, and it's usually fine. So a 'big' emotionally charged conflict between them might last like...an hour at most before before it deescalates into more co-operative conversation. Because neither of them want to "win" the fight, they just wanna not be mad at each other and see the other person comfortable--which requires understanding why they're mad rather than leveraging the other's angry response as against them, etc.

Funnily enough, this kind of...conflict resolution style wasn't Raf's initiative (he tends to be a lot more reticent to admit wrongdoing and apologize, lest it be used against him...and he's got a really bad habit of tallying up transgressions in his head and letting those grudges inform him on how much leeway he's willing to give someone before he decides they're straight-up unlikable)--but rather, it's always been Margie's way of negotiating conflict. Probably because she grew up with a very autistic brother, and being able to step away/leave the situation, calm down, and then reconvene to communicate their exact feelings and what provoked those feelings (in a weirdly dispassionate/objective manner of collaborative analysis) was a pretty critical part of her good relationship with him--a solution that evolved organically between them. And, since it worked so well with her brother (and frequently with her parents as well, wherein she'd often be applauded for her show of 'emotional maturity' or whatever lmao), she tries to employ this method with everyone close to her. It doesn't always work out... Earlier in her relationship with Raf, she'd always be first to apologize for provoking certain reactions out of him. As well, she just...never gets angry in response to someone being angry with her. She's also maybe a little too quick to apologize sometimes, which initially would have rubbed Raf the wrong way as being kinda manipulative/insincere (which, it kind of is...but not in a manner employed to gain any kind of upper hand over him)--to which he would deliberately avoid apologizing in response. He'd drop it instead, and act like nothing was wrong in the first place...which (whether consciously or not) is a manipulation tactic of his own, designed to provoke some variation of a "well wait, you were wrong and you need to give me apology" response from her. Which, of course, never came lmao. If Raf says "whatever, it's fine", unless she is also frustrated with herself, she'll take his word at face value. (the same way she does for everyone). Eventually, this leads him to to carefully admit when he feels his reactions are disproportionate. And, after while of that consistently leading to no further aggravation, his short hand to her "Sorry, I didn't mean to/I didn't mean it like that!" becomes a simple "I know. Sorry I barked at you." The gradual comfort of being 'wrong' in those very tiny, low-stake situations is what gives him the confidence to risk admitting he may be "wrong" in bigger conflicts. If, at any point--even once, Margie had taken this vulnerability and wielded it against him in any situation, he'd never let himself 'fall for it' again. But that's yet to happen. Still, it feels disproportionately risky for him to admit out loud, in earnest, that he had any part to play in a misunderstanding or in the construction of a bad situation--Like turning your back on an enemy who is poised to stab you with a knife.

Raf generally tends to be agreeable in most situations, he's a well practiced diplomat despite his disordered outlook and interpretations of things. But--he is stubbornly unapologetic. He'll drop the topic, insist it's no big deal to him anyway, tell you it's fine, to never mind, do what you want, etc. But he won't tell you it's 'his bad' or that he's sorry about anything. And if you don't meet him where's he's at with that then, in his mind, you've become The Problem. Forever. However, his care for Margie and her wellbeing bolsters his conscious efforts to treat her well, even at risk to himself. He'd rather end up in a situation where she's proven to him beyond a shadow of doubt that she never really cared about him and has been using him this whole time--than end up in a situation where he becomes a traumatic ex; someone that hurts her to think about. Therapy helped him determine that, at least in this situation, misplacing his trust is marginally less injurious to him than misplacing his suspicions. But sometimes, it takes him a hot moment to remember this and respond accordingly. Sometimes, it takes him more than a hot moment. Margie's there when he does come around to it though. She has her clear lines in the sand and--though I don't doubt that he's come close in his most fearful moments--he's never crossed them. With that said, yeah--I dunno LOL Raf is clinically predisposed to believe that he is being taken advantage of, or that he will be taken advantage of by anyone, at any given time. Margie can become pretty careless when she is very enthusiastic/eager for something, and her forward momentum does sometimes steamroll right over his toes. It can be more than a little challenging for Raf to stay grounded and respond reasonably when Margie lets excited desire drive her blindly forward at mach speeds when he feels like he's being dragged behind her. Other times, she'll try to dig into why he responded a certain way before he's had time to process and compartmentalize it for himself, all because she feels badly and wants to figure things out with him so that they can both feel better about it. He's learned that this is easily resolved with a terse "I love you, but holy shit, give me some fucking space, please." Which--usually warrants its own apology but, yanno...she gets it. Margie can be very "go go go, this is exciting, this is so fun, this is all that matters right now!! Oof--ow, shit, I hit something, was that a speed bump??" and Raf is often very "wait, what? Wait what!? Wait, that's all that matters?! Wait, what??? Hit the fucking breaks, that speed bump was me and now I am fucking dying." and that's usually where most of their conflict/clashing occurs. Margie will feel disproportionately ashamed/embarrassed/rejected, Raf will feel disproportionately slighted/put upon/mistreated. And if they didn't agree to talk to each other about it, with a shared, genuine desire to see each other in a state of comfort, their relationship probably couldn't thrive.

[valentoru]

|| Limitless ||

[CHAPTER 17]

SYNOPSIS: Gojo Satoru, a big time artist, who’s known for leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake wherever he goes. And you, the lead guitarist of an upcoming band, who’s absolutely certain that no one will ever love you. Through an accident in which you happened to kiss Gojo in a frantic state, you both decide, via convenience alone—and zero regard for both of your managers—to pull a fake dating stunt what could go wrong? Any press is good press…right?

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It was Thursday night, you would be leaving for the airport in eight hours to catch your flight to LA. You had missed fake-dating-Thursday as Satoru was already in LA. Not having fake-dating-Thursday this week pained you a little, it seemed it hadn’t really occurred to you how much you enjoyed it till it had gone. You would see him in fourteen hours though, that was a bonus.

You weren’t really sure why not seeing him saddened you so much, you clearly really relied on his presence in your life to keep you company.

You shoved some underwear into your suit case, it was full. Too full. When you had closed it, the edges didn’t meet. You had to climb up on your bed and sit on your suitcase in order to zip it shut.

When you had finally won the wrestle with your suitcase, you went into the kitchen where Megumi and Maki were waiting for you. You had told them you would only be a minute and ended up taking an hour. You plopped down in the other chair at your dining table, folding your arms on the table and resting your head on them.

Maki reached her hand over and rubbed your back. “Packing getting to you?”

“Yeah. It sucks. I hate packing.”

“Well, you could go and nap, we have like four hours till we need to get ready to go.”

“I would, but I’m actually going to go to the studio and practice.”

Maki’s hand halted. “Y/N.” You lifted your head up, Megumi and Maki were sharing a look. A look that your couldn’t quite decipher.

Megumi sighed. “Y/N you’ve been spending so much time at the studio, like, twelve hours a day.”

“Yeah, we’re worried. We’ve hardly seen you.”

If you were being honest, you had kind of been kind of been hiding from them. Or well, not them per se but definitely from Maki, considering she is the only one out of the three of you unaware of you and Satoru not actually being a couple. If you didn’t spend time around her there was no reason to lie, thus, the lie couldn’t get any worse. But you also wanted to keep practicing for Geto’s event, it was convenient timing if anything.

“I’ve just been busy, you know Geto’s event means a lot to me and I want to be my absolute best.” Well at least there was some truth.

“And you will be, but if you overwork yourself you’re just going to exhaust your talent.”

You sighed. She was right, actually. You had been burning yourself out. You had known when you got home at 4am on a Wednesday, but chose to ignore it. You were enjoying the distraction, when you were in the studio there was no one there to lie to, there was no one there to pretend to be dating, the was no one pecking you, bugging you, just you alone with your thoughts. Which had actually given you time to handle the situation with Toge outing your “relationship” in a much more civilised way—especially compared to your initial reaction.

“No you’re right. I’m actually going to go and catch some sleep, like you said.”

“Good.”

Megumi, though not speaking, gave you a nod of approval.

You got up and went back to your room quickly setting an alarm on your phone. You sunk into your bed and closed you eyes, falling asleep almost immediately.

Your alarm had scared you awake. You practically sat up straight in your bed. It had been a long while since you had to set one, you forgot how loud they can be.

You laid in bed for a while, simply mustering up the strength to get out of it. When you finally did you felt like your head was spinning, you'd had one of those naps where you didn't feel any better after it. You stumbled into the kitchen and quickly got yourself a much needed glass of water.

“Hey sleeping beauty.” The voice had almost startled you. You spun on your heel to be met with Yuji. It felt like forever since you had actually seen him like this, the last time it was just a one on one conversation with the two of you you’d ended up arguing about Yuji’s obvious feelings for Megumi.

Yuji was sat at your breakfast bar, his note book under him. You walked over to where he was sat, resting your elbows on the worktop. “What you writing?”

“Just some lyrics for Nobara.” You tried your best to get a peek of it, however, Yuji shut the note book and put it aside when he caught wind of what you were trying to do. You never really got why he was so protective over that note book, but you never questioned it. Everyone had something they didn’t want people to see, you figured that was just his.

“Okay.” You straightened your spine. “Okay, Im going to go freshen up then I think we can go to the airport.”

Yuji nodded. “I’ll go tell Megumi and Maki you’re just freshening up then we’ll go.” He spilled out of the stool and disappeared to Megumi’s room.

You went to your room and quickly threw on some comfortable clothes and grabbed your suitcase and carry-on, quickly checking through your notes on your phone to see if you had ticked off everything you needed. You had, luckily. You were free to go. You quickly left your room, being sure to shut your bedroom door behind you.

You were going to see Satoru soon.

The thought almost startled you. You’d been doing a fairly good job of not thinking about him, or how you hadn’t seen him all week. Not at fake-dating Thursday, not even in passing. You hadn’t seen him all week, it felt like a part of you had gone missing. It had never really dawned on you how much you relied on his presence in your life. You never realised how much you relied on “norm” which for you consisted of; seeing Megumi every morning, going to work, seeing Maki and seeing Satoru.

But for now, you had to not think about that. You had bigger things to think about. Like airport security, something your deeply despised. You loved flying and travelling however you could not stand airport security. You understand the need for it you just hated how longwinded it was, and how time consuming it was, and how mentally and physically draining it was.

You slipped your trainers on stood up. “We ready to go?”

Maki nodded. “Yep! I helped Megumi pack while you were asleep and Yuji and I came over here fully packed so we’re ready to go!” She was beaming. Over the last few weeks she had been a lot more smiley, you almost felt responsible for it, if you hadn’t of lied to her she wouldn’t be with Yuta. She would still be miserable. Given you’d put yourself through utter misery for close to 3 months but it was worth it to see you best friend so happy.

“Let’s go then.” Megumi grabbed his keys and opened the door, holding it open for everyone. One by one you filed out. Megumi locked the door and you left the apartment complex.

The whole travel you thought about Satoru. You allowed yourself to. You were excited to see him—not that you’d let him know. Despite the worries that had once circled your mind upon agreeing to sharing a room with him, you were honestly excited for it. Sharing a room with him wouldn’t be so bad, not at all actually. You enjoyed his company, a lot. He was fun to be around and it turned out you actually did have a lot in common with him.

This was going to be an amazing trip.

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AN:

Did you guys miss me ehe…

The uploads are going to get verrrry slow now since I’m starting college again so I don’t really have time to write, so it likely will be weekend before I’m doing anything, I’m so sorry guys, I’ll try and get stuff to you as quick as I can and keep checking my account for updates because Im sure some weeks I won’t be able to upload at all with the amount of workload imma have I can’t apologise enough!

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[writingjourney]

how it feels | cardinal copia x reader

summary: You've been struggling with your body image lately, Copia notices and tries to comfort you.

content: 2k words, emotional hurt/comfort, tw for body image issues, reader is gender neutral with no physical descriptions, established loving relationship, Copia is an absolute sweetheart angel baby.

This is absolutely self-indulgent, but I kept it very vague so that it’s as relatable as it can be. It’s more on the emotional side for sure but (I hope) still ends with a positive message. Please don't read this if you’re acutely triggered by negative self talk.

Ao3 link – Masterlist

It happens by chance.

You have been avoiding the big, ornate mirror in your room for a few days now, pretending to wear blinkers. If you weren’t sharing a bedroom with Copia, you might have covered it with a sheet. But this morning, as your love gets ready for work, humming to himself in the bathroom, you can’t find your habit. Panicked that you can’t immediately cover yourself, you start a frantic search and your gaze gets caught by the reflection of your hectic movements. Your eyes meet your full-length mirror image, not the small one you’re used to seeing in the bathroom, and it’s like looking at a stranger. For a second you’re in shock, wondering who this body you feel so unfamiliar with belongs to. But then you realise that it’s yours. Instead of walking away, your eyes focus on every single part of it and the vile thoughts that enter your brain meet you like old friends.

You know the image in your head, the view in the mirror and your real body are three separate things. You know that what you’re seeing is distorted by the pain and self-loathing you’ve been harbouring for the past week. And yet no rational thought fully settles in. They pass, they don’t even puncture the disgust you feel.

You startle when you feel two strong arm wrap around your midsection, when the smell of freshly-applied cologne hits your nose. Copia pulls you into his chest and it takes you every ounce of restraint not to flinch back, not to fight your way out of his arms and hide like a wounded animal.

“Hmm, you look beautiful today, amore,” he whispers, then stamps a wet kiss to your cheek. “You always do.”

The disconnect between his reaction and your own perception is enough to make you frown. Copia’s eyes widen, like he’s afraid he said something wrong. He stares at you in the mirror and he must see the tears that colour your eyes red.

“Car-"

You slip out of his grasp, in search for the habit. It sits on a chair next to the bed, waiting for you, your saving grace. But before you can pull it over your head, Copia takes your arm, gently holds it in his strong grasp.

“I need to get ready.”

“Something is wrong, amore,” he states. “You are upset.”

“I need to get dressed, Copia.”

He shakes his head vehemently, nearly dropping his red biretta. “Is it about last night? You said you were tired, too.”

“I know. I was.”

You truly were. But if you’re being honest, exhaustion was not the reason you were glad that he didn’t initiate anything last night. There is no way you would be able to let go right now, to allow yourself any pleasure.

 “I know, I have been busy lately, we did not have much time for… for intimacy.” His thumb rubs a slow circle over your wrist. “But that does not mean I desire you any less. Ti amo, ti desidero, con tutto il cuore. Always.”

His words caress the wounds on your soul. But even so they can’t heal them, not after you ripped them open for days. “I know.” You try to force out a smile. “It’s okay, really. You did nothing wrong.”

“Che cos’è? You are almost crying, amore. I don’t believe it. You don’t even say you love me back.”

You desperately want to, you wish you could find words for him. But instead you vaguely shrug, not sure what to tell him for fear of lying, of abusing his trust. You stare at his hand on your arm. Even though his grip is loose now the black leather of his gloves makes it look almost violent. As if he has the same thought he moves his hand down in favour of linking your fingers together. You wish he would just let it go, that his touch wouldn’t make it all worse, even with the leather as a barrier. How is he not repulsed, how would he willingly be close to you?

“Maybe I am a little upset,” you admit, finally.

“With me?”

His soft voice breaks your heart. You look up at him and see the insecurities plainly written on his face. Of course he assumes that he is the reason. Even now, after being together for so long, he is still so scared of messing up.

You squeeze his hand. “No, not with you. Never with you. I do love you back, so much.”

His shoulders visibly relax and he pulls his brows up into a pleading look. “Can I hug you?”

Despite feeling so ashamed, so miserably vulnerable, you nod. You cannot refuse him, no matter how scared you are of what his touch will do to you. So you wrap your arms around his neck, feel him sink into you. The fabric of his cassock is stiff, hiding the shape of his body and making you feel even more naked. His hands rest on your bare skin, the leather warm as his fingers spread over the small of your back. You feel his warm cheek on yours, the only true skin contact, his sideburns tickling when he nuzzles your neck with a deep sigh.

“Tell me why you are so sad, amore,” he whispers. “Help me understand.”

You know you would never have told him if you’d had to look at his face. But here, hidden in his embrace, your senses busy taking in his scent, his warmth, you feel infinitely safer. Completely filled with the affection you don’t feel like you deserve, you whisper your question. “Copia, do you think I’ve changed?”

He lets go just enough to look at you. “Changed how?”

You shrug, averting your gaze as you fiddle with the buttons just below his neck. “Changed… physically?”

“Your body?”

“Mhm.”

He frowns and you regret the question. This must seem so trivial to him, so pointless. He may not be able to see any changes, he may not even have payed attention, so swamped with work and more important things to worry about.

“I don’t think so,” he finally says. “Did I miss something? You did not get a haircut? New clothes?”

“No. No, that’s not what I mean.”

“What do you mean, amore?”

You fight back tears. Satanas, you feel pathetic, so embarrassed by the situation. How is he still asking? How is he not giving up and telling you to get a grip, that he needs to go to work? You cannot help but feel a bit crushed, undeserving of this love that he has for you, of his patience, all the comfort he offers. You wish you could love yourself like he loves you, be gentle and kind with your body.

Copia takes your chin between his fingers and gently tilts your head up. 

“You know I think you are bellissimo?” he asks. “That you are a gift, not only for my eyes but for my soul?”

You close your eyes, trying to let his words sink in. “Yes. Yes, I know.”

He clicks his tongue. “No, you forgot. I made you forget because I was so busy. I did not love you enough.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s not a lack of compliments or displays of affection, not when he seems so happy to have found a solution. How could you explain that you’re just messed up sometimes? Maybe it is unfair to let him try, to exploit his affections. You can’t let him think he’s lacking in any way.

“You did, you alway love me enough. You–“

“No, it is alright.” Copia shakes his head. “I will make it better, amore.”

His soft, plump lips press against yours. Before you can reciprocate, he moves them to your jaw, to your neck, featherlight touches that make you shiver. For as long as his body covers yours, they feel wonderful, but then he lets you go and you’re exposed again. Copia sinks down before you and his lips dance all over your chest, leaving a trail of black lipstick.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against your sternum. “Sono tanto fortunato.”

His words, as genuine as they may be, ring hollow. Your mind is telling you that he’s lying. That he can’t possibly mean any of it. He’s saying it because he has to, because he wants to cheer you up, because he is kind and generous like that.

“Tesorino, sei tutto per me. More than I could ever deserve.”

His hands trail down your sides as he kisses your belly, moving down to your navel. That’s when you tense up completely. You can’t take it, it’s like he’s trying to extinguish a flame by adding more fuel. His words, his kisses, his obvious display of his undying devotion, they are too heavy.

“Stop,” you say, barely able to breathe out the words. “Please.”

He looks up at you in utter confusion, chin resting against your stomach. “Amore?”

“I’m sorry,” you blubber out. “I’m so sorry, I don’t think I can do this right now.”

“Nonono.” He moves his hands up and down the backs of your thighs. “I am just trying to show you how beautiful you are. How much I adore you. We don’t have to do anything.”

“That’s not it. Its’ just…” You feel the first full tear rolling down your cheek. “I don’t think I can believe any compliments right now. They are wasted on me. You are wasted on me.”

You can practically see his heart break at your words and you cry silently – for yourself and for him. 

“What are you saying, tesoro?”

You know the question is rhetorical. He perfectly understands. “You deserve so much better, my love.”

He stands up and you watch as he takes off his gloves. With his now bare hands, he cradles your face, wipes the tears away. He’s too slow to catch them all and you wish he would not have to see you cry, he would not see you puffy and pathetic. But you are too weak to move, too weak to fight him when your whole body and your very soul are so desperate, so hungry for his love.

“Can you feel this?” he asks. “How my hands feel on you?”

You nod and he strokes your cheeks. He is so gentle, his fingertips massaging your skin like he’s trying to rub the sadness out of you.

“When I touch you, do you think about how it looks or how it feels?”

“How it feels.”

He brings his face closer, waits for you to flinch, to pull back. But you don’t. So he kisses you, firmly, tenderly, and beneath the salty tears you can taste his love for you.

Ever so patient, he doesn’t pull away. His lips linger, barely grazing yours, as he whispers against your mouth. “And when I kiss you, what do you think about, amore?”

“How good it feels.”

Copia smiles, a pained but beautifully heartbreaking smile. “What about when we make love? What do you think about then?”

“I think about how much I love you, how good you make me feel.”

“Me too. It’s all I think about when we’re together. But it is more of a feeling than a thought. You agree?”

Again, you nod and he nuzzles your nose, keeps his hands on your head. He pushes them into your hair, angles your head up just slightly so that he can kiss the tears from your cheeks. For the first time today you don’t want to leave your body, you want to stay exactly where you are.

“If you cannot believe my words, then maybe you can accept my affection? My love?” he asks. “Can you accept that it is not tied to your body but to all of you, even the things you cannot love about yourself?”

You take a shuddering breath. “I don’t know, Copia.”

“Let us try, amore. Let us try every day to love each other the best we can, sì? To focus on how good it feels?”

You hum in agreement and he hugs you again, pulls you so close that you barely even feel your body anymore, just him and what he does to you. Maybe you can accept his love, even if you are not always capable of understanding it. And maybe by loving him with all your heart you can find a way to extend that love to yourself as well. One day.

Thank you for reading! I hope you're feeling okay and that this story helped a little bit – and if not, my inbox is always open. Take care now, I love you, I like you. Get sleep, get well etc etc ♡

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HEY THIS IS KIND OF SPECIFIC BUT CAN YOU DO THE GANGS REACTION TO A READER WHO IS USUALLY SERIOUS AND DOESNT EXPRESS MUCH, BUT THEN KINDA BREAKS DOWN AND STARTS VIOLENTLY SOBBING IN FRONT OF THEM?? THANK YOU HEHEEHE

OHOHO I can. keep it coming with requests anon, because hyper specific stuff is my favorite to write tbh

Went with Reagan, Brett, Ron and Andre for this! (Sorry JR fans i’m saving him for special occasion) 

Reagan 

- her first reaction is shock, she hesitates to touch you at first, wanting to make sure she doesn’t overwhelm you.  - she has.. a confusing time with people’s emotions, but it’s you. “Hey.. what’s wrong?” 

- she’d take your hand in hers, rubbing the back of it mindfully. modeling breathing techniques they sprung on her in anonymous anonymous.  - cooing the only words of comfort she can think of, all of her thoughts cease when you wrapped your arms around her. she froze for a few seconds, before returning it.  - she’s always struggled with repressing her own emotions, but this had been a long-time coming. she pondered how you’d managed this long without any outburst. she rubbed your back haphazardly, and listened to you with shaky breaths try to explain the source of this.  - “I’m glad you told me” was her first response, “I know it feels like it sometimes, but you don’t have to handle this by yourself. promise.”

- the type to let you vent to her and than will take you out to get food, because talking about emotions is exhausting  - expect her to be a little more vigilant when it comes to your emotions though. 

Brett

- his first instinct is to smother you, “what’s wrong love? did something happen? can I hug you?” all of his concern poured out into his words, waiting for you to give something of a nod before wrapping his arms around you  - if you need a minute to cry it out, he’s all for it. expect him to rub your back and just listen. 

- he might cry a bit himself, (he’s on the higher empathy side of autism I don’t make the rules, me too brett)  - that being said, anything you got going on? he’s in it with you. if this is caused by a certain person? expect him to have some stern words for them, if it’s at a situation? he won’t stop until he can help you figure it out. 

- he usually keeps a panic attack kit on him at work, so he won’t hesitate to get you a fidget if needed. he understands how hard it can be to come down from sobbing like that. when you’ve calmed down to a certain point, he takes your hand in his. 

- “I want you to know i’m happy you shared this, and I care about you. I promise we’ll figure this out together okay?” every bit of his reassurance seems to be nothing but believable. 

- if the two of you are at home when this happens? expect to be cuddled and practically worshipped until you feel better.. if you’re at work, he’s taking you to his office to wait out the anxiety-attack hangover.

Ron - “honey, ” his hands find your face quickly. wiping your tears with his thumbs.  ���hey, what’s going on?” he waits for you to find the words. a patient frown dawning his lips.  - straight to reassurance. “everything’s gonna be alright, I promise”     - he’s not happy that this is happening, but he is a little relieved that he’s finally seen you showing some of your emotions, he just worries you don’t feel comfortable around him sometimes. (Despite this obviously not being true)

- “I’m here to listen.” he reassures. as the initial tears and your breathing start to slow, he’ll start to listen to the situation, and throughout it expect him to be nodding all the way. he just wants to make sure you know he’s listening. - and really, he is. if you need help trying to fix a problem? this guys there, if you just need to talk for a little bit, he’s always up to listen. he just wants to see you happy. - that being said, he’s happy the two of you could talk at this level. there’s something of a bond that comes from it.

- expect him to start checking up on you more, especially just asking if you need to rant to anyone. coworker problems? parking ticket? ranting family member? he’s practically heard it all.

- he’d ask you to go watch movies after this, I don’t make the rules. he might even take the day off for it.

Andre

- he might immediately worry he did something wrong, but when he figures out this is an entirely different problem, he’s doing everything he can to help you calm down (he’s definitely had his own panic attacks before though, so he already has a few ideas in mind)

- he reaches for a hug, wrapping his arms around you with a soft sigh. “I’ve got you. I promise.” He hums out, letting you sob into his shoulder.

- the crying doesn’t last very long, and within a couple minutes, your breath’s feel somewhat full again. your hands though continue to shake in Andre’s grasp, and he doesn’t let up on tracing your palm.

- after a bit of talking, mostly andre listening (with the occasional verbal profanity at the absurd-mess of a situation) he starts to understand your apprehension to leave that facade you put on for work. he definitely knew someone was under there, but he realized this might be his first time meeting them.

- he’s generally the most down to earth out of the group when it comes to mental health stuff. he has nowhere to judge. so by all means, if his partners having trouble with it? he’s all ears. sometimes having someone to just listen to you can go a long way. he really cares about you, and he knows you’d do it for him.

- “we’ll figure this out; we won’t stop until it’s fixed.” His hand squeezed yours; and his eyes finally met yours: anything about his expression could’ve easily convinced you of his intentions.

[the83rdgenius]

| Take Me With You |

Zhezhi x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Depression, Mental Health Themes, Gender Neutral Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety, Ooc Zhezhi (?), Established Relationship, Psychosis, Angst, Paranoia, Negative Thought Patterns, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Zhezhi is implied to also have mental health issues, 1.5k words.

Summary: After you vanished from the public eye for about a month Zhezhi begins to worry. Then, one day she finally sets out to find the truth about your absence.

It had been a whole month since Zhezhi had seen you roaming the streets of Jinzhou City. Usually you would have been found watching people who passed by or reading a book on a bench nearby, but it had been a long time since Zhezhi had seen that familiar sight. Initially she worried she had done something wrong, perhaps she had offended you in some way without realizing, but she quickly understood that wasn’t the case.

Granted she probably could have called you, maybe even find an excuse to come see you. Although, that was easier said than done. So, she waited until she felt too much time had passed, and indeed it had. Zhezhi gathered a basket full of items she hoped would cheer you up, and mustering up all the courage she could she nervously made her way to your place. 

As she made the journey there Zhezhi thought about all the reasons that could have resulted in your absence, trying her best to prepare for the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the truth behind it all. 

She knocked on the door once, twice, three times, but there was no answer. Zhezhi called out your name, suddenly feeling nauseous and on edge. No answer. Twisting the knob she realized the door had been carelessly left unlocked and that's when she felt her heart drop into her stomach. She was terrified of what she would find inside. So, without hesitation she started to knock on the door faster and louder, calling out your name as she neared the brink of tears, panic flooding her veins like a contagious disease. 

There was a brief moment where Zhezhi considered walking inside and looking for you herself, not caring whether you gave her permission or not. Thankfully, she decided against it.  Instead she practiced breathing deeply in and out while she watched as the knob turned and the door slowly opened to reveal you standing before her. 

“Zhezhi? What are you..?” You rubbed your eyes with your fists and yawned. 

Zhezhi became fidgety as her face turned bright red. Averting your gaze she tried her best to explain her irrational behavior in a rational way. After some time she was finally able to explain everything in full to you. You couldn’t help but feel bad for Zhezhi. Her body curled and eyes glossed over shamefully, feeling the weight of everything she’d gone through that past month.

“How about we talk inside.” You offered with a smile, taking Zhezhi’s hand with your own. 

As you led her inside Zhezhi was introduced to the environment you had unfortunately grown accustomed to. There were dirty dishes piled up in the sink, clothes which most likely hadn’t been washed in a while which littered the floor, and it was incredibly dark due to the closed curtains and lights which were either turned off or dimly lit. It was an absolute mess and that only furthered Zhezhi’s concern, she was reminded once again why she was worried in the first place. Regardless, of her exaggerated reaction, her concern on the other hand was warranted.

You brought Zhezhi into the kitchen where you showed her a small table and set of chairs, and gestured with your hand for her to take a seat. 

“I hope this is okay, I wasn’t expecting anyone to come over and this is.. uh..” You stopped yourself, not wanting to say the words that lingered underneath your tongue.

“What is it?” Zhezhi asked in confusion.

You shook your head as you grabbed an empty glass from the cupboard and began filling it with water. “I just didn’t have time to clean, so this is the cleanest room for now.” There was a pause where only the sound of the running water could be heard. “I hope you don’t mind.”

Who were you kidding? Of course, Zhezhi cared. She didn’t come over for any fun occasion. The only reason Zhezhi nearly barged into your house was because you had practically vanished from civilization. Turning off the faucet you clenched the glass, your hand shaking as those voices replayed in your brain like a painful memory. You grit your teeth before relaxing your mouth and turning to smile something strained towards Zhezhi just as you placed the glass right in front of her. You took the seat across from her and looked anywhere that wasn’t in her direction.

“So..” Zhezhi started, “How have you been?” She smiled nervously, but behind the awkwardness you could see worry and fear swimming in those pink irises of hers. 

You sighed. “Really?” 

Zhezhi looked at you and frowned. “Sorry..” 

There was a moment of silence.

“What were you- Where were you?” She finally asked. Her eyes had begun to gloss over and you could see her bottom lip tremble. 

You picked at the edge of the table with your nail, head faced down as you spoke. “Here. I’ve been here this whole time.” 

“Why?” Zhezhi asked. There was a desperation in her voice that you found all too familiar.

You tried your best to keep a composed expression but you couldn’t help but glare at her a little. “You know why, Zhezhi.” 

Your words made her slump in her seat. She of all people should’ve recognized the signs. So, why didn’t she see it coming?

“How come you didn’t tell me? I would’ve-“ she stopped upon seeing you turn your head to hide your teary eyes from Zhezhi— “I would’ve helped you.” 

It was sick really, like twisting a knife in an already paralyzed back, how easily Zhezhi spoke those words as if they were true. They weren’t. You knew better than to believe a word she had said. It wasn’t necessarily that she was a liar, rather that you were never all in when it came to trusting people. Why would someone be kind when being cruel was so much easier? 

“Hey, look at me.” Zhezhi asked, her voice as gentle as her touch.

You hesitated for a moment before looking up at her. Upon seeing your face stained with your sorrow she felt her heart twist in pain. Zhezhi had never witnessed you in such a miserable state before. It was as if someone had sucked the light right out of you and hidden it somewhere that never existed. 

“Let me help you.” Zhezhi consoled you. 

On one hand you wanted to put your faith in her. Fuck, you seriously wanted to trust her, but it was the equivalent of pulling each and every one of your teeth out. She’d never done anything to cause this distrust. If anything Zhezhi had been more deserving of your trust than anyone. So, then why was it so fucking difficult? 

You wiped away the stray tears that trailed down your cheeks. “It hurts. Everything hurts and I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

Zhezhi slowly rose from her seat and walked over to your side, wrapping both arms around you as she felt your walls crumble down. She held you even as your tears stained her nice clothes, caressing your hair as you sobbed into her chest. 

She shushed you. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” 

You really hoped she was right. Half of you wanted to believe her while the other half fought viciously to prove her wrong, but you were tired of fighting. You were sick of fighting the voices, the ache in your chest, and everyone who tried to help you. More than anything you wanted to be free from that torment but you weren’t sure where to even start. Maybe it was too late, you thought for sure it had to be. 

After some time you eventually were able to calm yourself and quiet your cries. Carefully pulling out of Zhezhi’s arms you brushed your hand against the side of her face as you smiled sadly. 

“What am I gonna do, baby?” You whispered as a tear fell down your cheek. 

Zhezhi smiled. Frankly, she wasn’t sure where to start either, but anywhere was but nowhere. 

“We’ll figure it out together. Okay?” Zhezhi reassured you.

“But-“ you interjected but were quickly cut off by Zhezhi kissing you.

The kiss was deep and gentle. Your hands clung to her arms and you leaned in to get closer to her just moments before Zhezhi pulled away. 

“What if.. What if I stayed with you for a while? Just till you’re feeling better.” Zhezhi suggested. Her heartbeat started to race. 

You smiled and had begun to cry, but this time it was happy tears. “I think that sounds like a good idea, but uh.. I should clean my house first.” 

You looked away from Zhezhi, embarrassed by the current state of your home. 

Zhezhi turned your chin gently so that you were forced to look into her eyes. “I’ll help.” She said.

You wanted to protest and for a second you opened your mouth to do just that, but Zhezhi was quick to intervene.

“You don’t need to do everything on your own. We’ll do this together.” She reassured you. 

You felt an unfamiliar feeling blossom across your chest as Zhezhi reached out for your hand and gently squeezed it. Even you couldn’t help but admit that the thought of someone helping you was relieving. Maybe, it would be a beneficial change. Perhaps, this is where things will start to turn up, you thought. 

You nodded. “Okay, together.” 

The both of you exchanged genuine smiles before you leaned in and kissed Zhezhi. And for the first time in a long time you had hope. 

[navnae]

A Good Time (18+)

Parings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson ft. Gareth and Jeff

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, gangbang, blowjobs, it’s smutty that’s all

Summary: Steve pleases Eddie and his friends like the good boyfriend he is.

Or

Steve gets gangbanged by Eddie and his friends

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Steve always brought out snacks when Eddie’s friends came over to his house and it was like that for awhile. He would place them on the table where it was easy for everyone to access then he would leave swiftly trying not to be a clingy boyfriend around Eddie’s friends. Overtime Steve started to notice a change when he would enter the room from all the guys especially Eddie. At first Steve thought he was doing something wrong and his initial reaction was to get out the way as fast as possible.

“Hey, come join us.” Eddie said while waving his hand towards himself. Steve didn’t think much of it at first and he was actually pretty excited. He made his way towards Eddie who was sitting on the couch with a smirk on his face. Steve gasped when Eddie pulled him down onto his lap and started to kiss him. The sudden action caught Steve off guard since they weren’t alone and Eddie was rubbing over all the spots that made Steve release the most embarrassing noises. The kiss deepened as Eddie licked the inside of Steve’s mouth making him moan in between the kisses. His cock throbbed against his jeans and his whines started to fill the room. Eddie kissed along Steve’s jaw while slowly making his way to his neck making sure to leave marks.

“E-Eddie we’re not alone.” Steve breathed against Eddie’s ear. His body became hot as he thought about Eddie’s friends watching them. Eddie let out a small chuckle as he continued to place kisses on Steve’s neck.

“Don’t be shy baby, they like watching you.” Eddie made Steve face his friends and they were jerking themselves off as they looked at Steve. Their eyes were dark like something came over them. Steve was a blushing mess when he saw the precum leaking out of their cocks and they stroked themselves faster when they locked eyes with him. Eddie noticed the way Steve looked eager as he watched his friends get off to him and his thoughts started to run wild. He grabbed Steve by his waist to lay him on his back.

“You’re such an attention whore. Already wet from nothing, I think me and the boys should teach you a lesson.” Eddie looked at his friends and they rushed over to the couch. Steve looked up at all three of them with innocent eyes even when their hard cocks were out of their pants waiting to be tended to.

“Eddie I can’t take it anymore. He wants to get fucked so badly just look at him.” Gareth was the one who spoke up. Eddie laughed at his friend’s bluntness and started to tug at Steve’s shirt. Steve didn’t need Eddie to say anything his shirt was already on the floor along with his pants leaving him exposed for all of the to see. He tried to cover up with his hands but Eddie pulled his hands away with a hard grip around his wrist.

“Come on baby boy, show us your pretty pink hole. You’re already so good for us.” Eddie said before placing a kiss on Steve’s forehead to reassure hm that everything was alright. Steve opened his legs wide and the cool air hit his entrance making him clench around nothing. He let out a moan when he felt a finger press against his hole softly, Steve looked up to see Jeff fingering him. Steve bucked his hips into nothing wanting to feel more of Jeff’s fingers inside him. Eddie rubbed his thumb over Steve’s slit that was covered in precum.

“I think he likes you Jeff.” Eddie joked as he continued to rub Steve’s tip. Steve cried at the feeling of Jeff’s fingers being removed. Gareth positioned himself between Steve’s legs and pushed them far enough to where they were touching his chest. His hole was met with something wet slipping inside him with ease. Steve arched his back from off the couch as Gareth’s tongue licked his rim and pushing it as far as he could inside Steve. He grabbed a hand full of Gareth’s hair to keep him in place as he thrusted his body toward his tongue.

“I can’t-“ Steve whined as he felt his cock stiffen against his stomach. He clenched around Gareth’s tongue tightly and his breathing became uneven at the feeling inside him. Jeff started to stroke Steve’s cock roughly before putting all of him into his mouth while letting it hit the back of his throat. Steve felt tears in his eyes from the amount of pleasure he was feeling from both ends and it was all too intense.

“My perfect baby boy letting my friends take care of you. You’re so fucking pretty just for us.” Eddie spoke softly. He leaned down to kiss a breathless Steve whose words were choppy moans that he couldn’t control. Steve tugged at Jeff’s hair and thrusted his hips while kissing Eddie passionately as he pulled Steve’s hair in the process. The hot streams of tears fell down Steve’s face as the tight feeling in his stomach tightened.

Gareth put a tight grip on Steve’s legs forcing him to stay in place even when they started to shake above his head. Jeff sucked on his tip making it sensitive and he swirled his tongue over his slit slowly before placing small kisses on the head. Steve couldn’t stop his moans that escaped his mouth even when Eddie would capture his lips with his own. Eddie ended up taking one of Steve’s nipples into his mouth and sucked the small nub tenderly. Steve tugged at Eddie’s hair as he panted with tears staining his red cheeks and his lips were swollen from the kissing that him and Eddie did previously.

“Eddie please.” Steve cried out as he came inside of Jeff’s mouth. He pulled away with a line of spit coming from the tip of Steve’s cock. Eddie smirked at Steve when he parted his lips slightly to catch his breath but it came out as small whines instead. Gareth was still licking his hole letting all the spit build up and drip into him. Steve weakly ran his fingers through Gareth’s hair trying to push him away from the already overstimulated area. Every lick made Steve’s cock twitch with pain while it formed a small patch of precum.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive baby boy. You’re little cock is already wet again.” Eddie cooed at Steve as he wrapped his hand around Steve’s limp cock and started to stroke it. Steve let his tears fall again when felt his cock pump out a little bit of cum that was left in his body. Gareth pulled away before giving Steve’s hole one last lick. He wiped his mouth with his arm as he came up from in between Steve’s legs.

“You’re a lucky man.” Gareth said to Eddie as he put his cock in his hand and stroked himself. Jeff followed his league then placed his cock in his hand.

“He sure is.” Jeff smiled at Eddie mischievously. They stroked themselves over Steve’s body at a fast pace trying to cover them with their cum. Eddie was last to pull out his cock and he stood in front of Steve’s face as he stoked it. Steve didn’t realize he liked being the center of attention this much but being the reason why Eddie and his friends came was an amazing feeling.

“There goes my pretty baby, we’re going to cover you with our cum. Do you like that baby?” Eddie said lowly. Steve nodded his head and prepared himself to be covered with the hot substance that was coming from the three men in front of him. They let their cocks slip in and out of their hands quickly bracing themselves to cum onto Steve’s body.

“Fuck.” Eddie moaned as he came onto Steve’s face and his friends coming right after making cum splatter all over his body. Steve blushed at the hot feeling on his stomach it was a weird but he liked it. Eddie placed a kiss on Steve’s lips earning a small moan from Steve who was completely wrecked from the moments that happened prior. “You were such a good boy for me and friends. How about we get cleaned up, hmm?”

“I’d liked that.” Steve whispered softly and kissed Eddie again before getting up off the couch.

[sickknotdoom]

Someone should tell Eve that squeak doesn't get to decide how we feel about squeak's characters.

REAL. this is definitely gonna set some people off, but the whole "cuddles is the only real villain in the entire story and all the other staff are actually innocent" narrative is bullshit. nearly everyone that works at that hospital tortures and permanently detriments innocent lives if not ending them entirely in brutal ways, and were supposed to just forgive every single one just because "theyre being forced to do so"?

also, the "one true villain" being the only cishet and likely only neurotypical in the comic really rubs me the wrong way. apparently the reason sparklecare even got rebooted was because kneeby thought having evil characters also be queer was "bad representation". i am not a fan of the "queer people can do no wrong" approach. as someone whos gay and under the trans umbrella, id like to point you towards dahmer and chris chan.

jeffrey dahmer was a gay man who cannibalized other gay men. christine chandler is a transgender woman who committed incest. those traits are not mutually exclusive in the real world. they are taken simultaneously, unrelated to eachother unless you go out of your way to relate them. and i think its safe to say that nobody would try and link dahmers sexuality with his actions unless theyre homophobic.

just because one figure within a minority is fucked up, does not mean the rest of the minority is fucked up by association. if that was the case, then id be associated with edp445 and h/tler due to the fact im black and suffer from autism. but thats not the case at all, so why are the clowns so afraid of letting queer characters be antagonists, or vice versa?

all the nurses are treated like theyre completely innocent just because of their identities and/or them being possibly coded as neurodivergent. it seriously comes across as infantilizing queer and/or autistic people, which as someone whos both, i do not like. especially nurse puppy. i do not like the way puppy is written.

puppy is, in my opinion, the most explicitly autistic coded character in the comic (not including characters that are confirmed to be). lo is also the most babied by both the clowns and the fandom. loves whole premise is that cuddles brainwashed lov into seeing loves job (murdering and torturing innocent civilians) as a fun game. lo is canonically 30 years old, by the way.

speaking from experience, us autists are relatively easy to take advantage of when were younger, due to our difficulty grasping social cues. ive been taken advantage of by so many people in just fourteen years of being on this earth. ive been groomed, sextorted by someone who i saught out comfort from after said grooming, painted as a predator by the very person who sextorted me, and then propped by my only remaining "friend" group who would bring all that shit up just to milk my reaction and use it to further damage my reputation.

almost all these people were also queer and autistic, and coincidentally also liked sparklecare, my sextorter being the one who initially got me into it, since he had a uni pfp one time. theyre also victims of similar shit themselves. does that mean all queers/autists/sparklecare fans/abuse victims are like them? no. but does being any of those things excuse the torment they put me through? no the fuck it does not. you cannot give me the excuse of them "not knowing" or being "brainwashed", theyre all at least two years older than me, some being legal adults as im writing. you cannot convince me they didnt intend to fuck me up.

so it reasonably infuriates me to see a Grown Ass 30 Year Old Adult That Murders People For Fun And Listens To Them Scream In Misery With A Smile On Loves Face given the excuse of "lo doesnt know!!!! blame cuddles not lov!!!!" and the fandom just not questioning that at all. imagine watching your lover or best friend get murdered by someone breaking into their house and chucking a toaster into their bath while theyre taking a shower, and the cops* tell you to sue the manufacturers of the toaster. see how fucked that logic is? thats basically sparklecare.

*not like you should trust american cops but i needed an example ok

one of these people i described earlier happens to kin puppy, what a surprise. maybe im just projecting, but the most explicitly autistic coded character (also the only character so far that uses neopronouns/identifies as a xenogender) being treated this way is revolting to say the least, and i feel like lo is made immune to criticism by the clowns because lo just so happens to be those things. if this character werent queer, they would give no chances.* i will gladly allow puppy to exist as is, same personality, everything, i dont mind. its the constant infantilization and justification of loves abhorrent actions that upsets me.

*and this applies to all the other nurses in the comic, except maybe nurse snare since shes practically nonexistant after volume one. but in volume one we are shown barry being tortured and injured by, as far as i can tell, every nurse thats been introduced so far. barry, one of the fandoms most beloved characters, is put through excruciating pain and trauma on screen (with a million trigger warnings before each page, in typical clowns fashion) and nobody gives a fuck once its over, just because everyones queer except cuddles, and cuddles is the Only One To Blame For Anything At All Times.

the cycle of abuse is extremely common. an abuser being a victim does not cancel out them being an abuser, and if theyre not actively seeking help theyre a bad person, regardless of what minorities they belong to. but that does not mean everybody within that minority is a bad person. sparklecares creators and fandom cant seem to grasp that. kneeby cannot erase my opinions on the way the staff is portrayed.