#i just *incomprehensible sobbing and mumbling*

[pocketwei]

bebe shichibukais at the beach....... baby mingo doesn't like sunscreen but crocodile ain't having any of it. bebe hawk would've rather stayed indoors

[wanderingsoul6261]

Credit for gif goes to aaronwarner

James Beaufort x tailor!reader

PART 4 OF TAILOR!READER (there will be a part 5 and that part will probably be the last, unless I decided to be a monster and make this part the last one, without telling their future.

Warnings: none really, just James helping Y/N with her emotions

James followed Y/N out of the manor, his pace brisk as he struggled to stay caught up with her. He watched as she brought her hands up to wipe at her eyes, his chest imploding as he took in the sight. 

He felt like shit. 

He treated her like shit. 

She had every right not to like him, but he couldn't help but think that maybe she didn't feel that way. Not as she looked back to see if he was still there, not as James shooed Percy to the driver's seat, helping her into the limo himself. 

She was shaking, which James had noticed as he shut her door, rounding the back of the car to get in on his side. He turned to her the moment he sat down, watching as she moved her attention to look out the window as Percy started driving. 

He didn't deserve anything from her, but he couldn't help the feeling he had, wanting to help her, to be there for her. His eyes moved down to her fingers, which were clutching tightly onto her dress, the material bunched up her hands, likely to cause some slight wrinkles. 

Her sniffles filled the car as Percy drove and James looked out his own window. He didn't want to intrude. He didn't want to make things awkward, but he wanted to do something. 

She was struggling. He could tell. Her labored breathing was one sign, followed by the shaking and trembling of her entire body, and so on. Without even realizing it, he set his hand, palm facing up as he inched it closer to her, until she noticed. 

Her breath remained stuck in her throat, her eyes locked onto his open hand. 

“Breathe, Y/N.” her eyes darted up to him and she struggled to form words, body of them coming out as incomprehensible noises, the words barely recognizable as he tried to calm her down. 

Her hand finally fell into his own and she took in a sharp intake of breath, and James praised her. 

“That’s it. In. Out. In. Out.” He breathed with her, and not too long after her breathing evened out as she fell into James, his arms coming up in surprise, before his arms wrapped around her waist, as she buried her face into him and he did the same, his face pressed into the crook of her neck. His kept a tight hold on her, listening as she sobbed into his chest, mumbling partially incoherent sentences about her father, and he let her. 

His eyes caught those of Percy as the driver looked at him in the rear view mirror, and James knew instantly then that he was fucked. James was ready to devote his life to the weeping girl in his arms, ready to make sure that each and every one of her waking days were filled with happiness and smiles and laughter. He would bring the world to its knees for her, because it was what she deserved. 

After some time, she finally relaxes, the crying exhausting her to the point where she fell asleep, her head in his lap, using his jacket as a blanket after he took it odd and laid it over her. His fingers ran through her hair softly, his eyes on her as she slept, her eyelids twitching every so often. 

By now they have gone around her block several times now, letting her sleep, as neither Percy nor James seemed to want to disrupt her. Percy even stopped asking at some point. He just did it. 

Finally James looked up at Percy into the rear view mirror, swallowing as they finally pulled into her driveway. The two spoke silent words, which was more than enough in that moment. 

James looked back at Y/N, gently prodding her awake. The two said nothing as he climbed out of the vehicle, walking around to help her out, not even bothering to take his jacket from her until they reached her front steps, the two falling into step with each other. 

And he was the first to break the silence. 

“I'm sorry.” her gaze moved to him, seeing him already staring at her. “You didn't deserve to be treated the way you did, no matter what has happened recently. I was an asshole.” She sniffled gently, her fingers rubbing her tired eyes. 

“You didn’t know James.” his first name fell from her lips, and he loved hearing it. 

“still doesn't give me the right.” He said softly. “I despise my father, but it seems that with each passing day and each incoming inconvenience, I'm growing more and more like him. And I don't want that.” 

“you’re nothing like your father, James. You care, and although I have yet to really face his wrath, I have seen others who have and your father can be a monster, and maybe I got lucky and don't see it because of who my family is. And the services we do for yours.” She said softly. “I accept your apology though.” She said softly. 

James couldn't help as he reached a hand up and pushed away the stray hair that fell into her face. Her eyes watched said movement, before looking back into his eyes. 

“Thank you, James.” his hand fell to his side, and he nodded gently. 

“if you need anything. Just ask.” He spoke quietly. Y/N nodded, looked as she wanted to say something, but had only pressed a kiss to his cheek, before giving him one last look, and disappearing inside. 

James remained on the front porch, his cheek tingling where her lips touched just seconds prior, and as he turned around and started walking back towards Percy and the car, he caught the amused look of his driver. 

Yea, James was in for it, but he wouldn't want it any other way. 

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[inconsistent-kuroshitsuji-blog]

Can I request Sebastian with a gender neutral s/o (or master) who had a mental breakdown bcs of math and acted like nothing happened infront of him? (I'm gonna lose my mind over math)

My dearie, of course. I know, it has been a while, but now I am here. (That sounded like I'm some sort god-figure.) I'm about 90% sure that I have completely lost my mind over math and have no way of getting it back.

Sebastian comforting you after you lose your mind over your math homework

When the fuck did math get letters? Why does math need letters? Why must it make a problem out of everything? Who cares at what degree a certain angle of a roof of a weird art exhibition is. Why should you care at what height a discoball is located if a laser hits it at a certain angle? And who even thinks of such ridiculous problems?

Advanced education? More like an advanced headache. You've sat here at your desk for about three hours, longer than you planned to. You were just trying to do your homework, but nothing was working out. The numbers didn't add up, you don't even know where to start at. It is all too much, too much at once, you just can't handle it anymore.

Throwing away your pencil, you start sobbing over that darned piece of paper. What is this supposed to teach you? Well, nothing that matters to you, of course, yet you're still forced to keep up with algebra and geometry and analysis, totally useless in your daily life. If only these problems were solvable with tears. The only thing they do for you right now is smudge your already hastily written tasks and solutions. Oh, how you hate this. You can only hate this. How could you ever do anything else-?

Your door opens. What now? Who has come to bother you at your lowest point of the day?

"Is everything alright, my dear?", you hear, yet you don't look up. You don't have to do so to know who is there. You'd recognise his gentle voice in a crowded room full of people who don't know how to properly adjust their voice volume. You also want to save yourself from the embarrassment of him seeing your puffy red eyes. So you only mumble something into your arm, something along the lines of "Maybe, I don't know, leave me alone.".

But he didn't. Of course he didn't leave, he never really does what you tell him to. Just like his beloved cats, Sebastian does what he feels like doing at any given point. So if he wants to physically see your tears for his amusement, he will watch them slowly run down your cheeks. You hear how he places something infront of you.

"If everything truly was alright, you'd show me your beautifull face. So, look up for me.". That snarky bastard. You'd hate him for that if you didn't love him more. So you slowly look up to him, eyes all puffy and swollen. "See? I'm fine.". You finally realised he placed a batch of biscuits infront of you, freshly made of course. Sebastian looks down at you with that smirk he always seems to have on his face. "Well, I don't believe you. You're a bad liar, kitten. What is troubling you?". He doesn't even wait for your answer, he just looks down and responds with a little "Ah.". He saw everything he needed to see.

"Is your scholarship too hard on you again? Or is it you being too hard on yourself?", he asked while sitting down next to you. He seemingly tries to make out what you wrote, but it is simply incomprehensible thanks to your tears. "I told you already, it's nothing. Just some stupid problems. As if I would've brought them to class anyway..."

"Frustrated, are we?". "Shut it...", you deliberately look away, yet he pulls you into his arms and starts to stroke your head. "Now, no need to cry over silly made up numbers and problems. Rest your head for now.". Sebastian slightly nudges your head onto his chest. Maybe he's right. You should take a little break, just for now.

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Phew, finally something fresh on my paige. As you can guess, I'm well and alive, more alive than well but alive nonetheless. I'll see how I can get back on track. But until then, I will fulfill the meaning of my name by disappearing suddenly and reappearing again. Like a little ghost.

Until then~

Your Inconsistent Kuroshitsuji Blog~

[aemondloverr]

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 ?

Steven Grant x FemReader

Angst + Smut

A/N: Enjoy my second Fanfic!

Synopsis: Your best friend Steven is going through a break up with Layla and he needs you and your comfort + You get your get back on Layla.

wc: 5.5k

Contents: Angst, break up and cheating mentions, Cry-baby Steven, Sub!Steven, Pathetic perv Steven, Oral m!Receiving, tit-fucking, extremely angry layla, dirty messages, reader has a cat

*****

Ding

Ding

Stevie has sent you two chats.

Your phone’s loud announcements echo through your bedroom while you’re brushing your teeth in the other room. You go to check what could be so urgent that he’s texting at almost midnight.

Please, come over

I need you.

No matter how late or unusual this is, you feel obligated to go help him. He never texts you this late, he's definitely not a night owl, and he’s your best friend. Your ride or die. You'd do anything for him, even if it meant ditching your plans to have a personal care night. So you start up your car and head over to Stevens place, thinking of the long hot bath that could’ve been.

Arriving at his door, you knock softly. Shuffling can be heard getting closer to the door of his flat and he unlocks it quickly. “You told me to come over? What's up?”

He immediately pulls you into a tight hug, making no effort to hide his tears

“Hey- don’t cry…” you hug him back tightly and he leans his head into your shoulder, sobbing loudly. You don't want to disturb his neighbors so you slowly walk forward into the small apartment to kick the door shut behind you. “You're okay. Shhh…I’m here”

Despite your efforts to calm him down, he continues sobbing into your shoulder, gripping your body tightly while trying not to be so loud. He was trying to get his breathing under control, but his efforts were failing him. You try to pull away from the hug but he doesn't want you to let go. He just holds you even tighter and buries his chin in the crook of your neck.

“Look at me-” you manage to get his face up and hold his cheeks in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, not wanting to tell you but it looked like he had something he wanted to get out.

Now you’re going to have to play the guessing game.

“Tell me what's wrong. Why are you crying…?” He takes a huge breath in, trying to contain the sobbing. He starts to mumble something but it's difficult to understand what he's saying. You wipe his tears with your thumbs “Speak up Steven…You know you can tell me anything right? Who hurt you?” His lips quivered as he tried to speak again, putting your ear against his face, trying to hear him better. He mumbles something about cheating and you realize he must mean Layla.

“Was it Layla?!” you say angrily

Welp. That was a mistake. Mentioning her triggered another round of crying. You roll your eyes “That bitch…I knew there was something off about her.”At least you guessed right first try. With the grip that he had on you, his arms were practically crushing you. His babbling was incomprehensible and the sobbing was louder. His eyes were puffy and red and you felt bad. Really bad. You haven’t seen him cry anywhere near this much before. Layla really did a number on him.

You always knew she wasn’t genuine about him. From the first moment you met her, you didn’t like her and she felt likewise about you. You constantly argued with each other and she always told Steven that one day he's going to have to choose—“Me or her, what's it gonna be Steven?!” and Steven wouldn’t choose. He’d just stay silent and he felt bad that layla was alway trying to start something with you

“Stevie, love, I need you to calm down. Breathe okay? In and out.”

Nodding his head at you, his grip loosens slightly as you guide his breathing and calm him down. He's somewhat able to control himself and stops crying but his face is still wet. The first words he says are “I’m sorry.” You know he’s quick to apologies, even when he’s not the one at fault.

“It’s okay, but I can't help you unless you tell me.”

He takes a deep breath in and says quietly “She was…she was kissing another guy…in our bed…” He looks down, avoiding your gaze. You felt a pang in your heart at what he said

“I’m so sorry you had to see that…did she say anything to you…?”

His tears start to fall again and his grip around your waist tightens once again, not yet ready to let go, and you caress his cheek.

“I'm right here…Talk to me.” At this point your shoulder is soaked and it's slightly hard to breathe because of the way he's clinging onto you.

He stutters. “She said that she d-didn’t care about me…that I was worthless, clingy—and I loved her s-so much…” Now he cries into your chest.

“I know Stevie I know, it's okay, Shhh…” You shush him as best you can, rocking his taller figure in your arms. “You don't need her. You never needed her, it's okay. You have me.”

He finally stops crying but his chest heaves. He starts to let go of you, nodding. “I’ll never leave you I promise” You whisper into his ear as he reluctantly removes his arms from your waist. He lets his arms go limp to his side with a sad look on his face.

“Did you eat anything yet?”

He shakes his head no, keeping quiet.

“Did you even shower?”

He shakes his head again. Gosh you think to yourself. He can’t even take care of himself. “Okay um…” you rub your forehead “You should go pack a bag for a few days. You're coming to stay with me.”

He seems surprised by your suggestion, although not in a bad way. “Really…?”

“Yes really. I’m not leaving you alone like this.”

He nods and goes to the other side of his flat, grabbing a bag and stuffing it with clothes and essentials while you wait near the front door. Five minutes later he comes back with a backpack on his back and a few other things in his arms.

“Okay come.” you both walk out the door, locking it and heading to the car. He follows behind you like a puppy, keeping behind you at a slightly slower pace. The car ride is quiet. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one.

*****

When you reach the door to your house, you let Steven in first and he's greeted by your cat. He tilts his head in surprise as he rubs against his leg, but then smiles to himself. When he reaches down to pet him, he meows and walks towards me. “Hi baby, you missed me didn’t youuu” you pick him up and litter him in kisses, petting and spoiling him with scratches on his belly while he purrs. Steven watches as you baby your cat and talk to him in a high pitched voice. He thinks it's actually quite cute. You put the cat down after a few seconds and head to the kitchen.

“Can you lock the door for me?” You put your key up and open the fridge to heat up the rest of your dinner from earlier that evening for Steven and take out ice cream for yourself.

Steven nodded and locks the door, then leans his body against the doorframe of the kitchen

“You’re acting like you’re a stranger to my house” you chuckle “Go sit or something. And you can put your bag in my bedroom”

He mutters an “Oh” and walks toward your bedroom, Coming back out to the kitchen empty handed.

“Here’s your food” You slide over the plate to the side of the table he's sitting and he starts eating, but slower than usual. Usually he'd just immediately devour the food in front of him within minutes but with his mood affected, he's not like that anymore.

He finishes chewing his first bite and swallows it down, taking in a breath before speaking.

“Thank you…for letting me stay here…”

“It’s no problem. I would’ve stayed at your place but you know, the cat and gus, that wouldn’t have gone well…”

He chuckles “I know but still, I appreciate it anyways…You’re the only one who would’ve done this for me”

*****

Steven finishes the meal and asks “Did you make this?...It was really good”

You turn around from washing the dishes in the sink. “I did actually, thanks Stevie ” you speak over the running water, smiling to yourself at his compliment. Meanwhile, he looks away and blushes when you call him by his nickname. He loves when you call him ‘Stevie.’ ‘It's okay Stevie ,’ ‘Stevie come here,’ no matter what it was, you called him that all the time, more than his actual name.

You sigh after finishing the dishes and sweeping the kitchen. “I think I'm gonna head to bed soon. You can do whatever you want really. You know where everything is.”

After thinking over what you said, he speaks up. “Do you have a spare bed I could use? I don’t want to disturb you or invade your space”

He was always so thoughtful.

“Oh- no I’ll sleep on the couch and you'll sleep in my bed.”

He looks at you surprised that you’re willing to sleep on the couch alone just so that he can sleep on the bed. He shakes his head refusing. “No..n-no… you should sleep on the bed. I’ll stay on the couch.-”

“I want you to be comfortable”

“But I have a blanket and the couch is comfortable anyway-”

Sometimes a little too thoughtful…

You appreciate his concern but he's just making things difficult, although you know he doesn’t mean to.

“Steven.” you cut him off sternly and he knows you’re serious this time. You didn’t call him Stevie.

He flinches at the tone and volume of your voice and freezes. After a few seconds of silence he says “W-what…?”

You sigh and go lay down on the couch. He pauses for a few seconds—should he take the couch or your bed? He makes a final decision and takes the couch too.

“No, Steven. Get up.”

“No”

You roll your eyes at difficulty “If I sleep in the bed, will you sleep in the bed too?”

You plan on sleaking out of the room later on into the night when he falls asleep to go to the couch. He looks to you, considering the offer you had given him before he speaks up. “Yes. I will.”

You let out a sigh of relief. He’s like a child sometimes. “Okay fine. Whatever. Go take a shower. You need it”

He’s taken off guard by that comment, blushing in embarrassment. “Yeah, I probably do…”

He goes into the bathroom of your room, taking off his clothes and stepping into the hot shower. He feels the water hitting his skin and starts to relax a bit. Leaning against the wall, closing his eyes, trying to forget about the rough day he had.

*****

While Steven is in the shower, you undress yourself in your room, stripping away the clothes of your tiring day. You wrap yourself in a thin towel and sit on your bed, ready and waiting for the shower and entertaining yourself on your phone.

He’s out of the shower fairly quickly, within 10 minutes. He tries not to take up too much of your time because he already knows he’s starting to get you irritated.

He walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and hair damp. Damn does he look good, toned and muscular. To be honest he looks oiled up with how wet his body still is.

“It’s your tur-...” his words trail off and he pauses for a second in the doorway, staring at you from across the room. He looks like he's seen a ghost and it’s because of you—the way you’re sitting in your short, thin towel. It's riding up your thighs.

He tries so hard not to look at you as you get up because he knows it would be inappropriate to stare while you’re in nothing but your towel. I mean it was barely a towel really…

You hold it tightly around your body and the material is so thin the outline of your nipples slightly show through. His breath catches in his throat when he notices and Steven mutters to himself. “Oh my god..”

He can feel heat arising between his legs. “I-I’m finished…” He sure was about to finish. He stammers, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not your nipples, but fails miserably. “Okay” you reply, distracted by your phone. He moves from the doorway and you stand up from the bed, unaware of the effect you had on him.

As you walk towards the bathroom your ass almost shows from underneath the short towel and Steven goes red. He puts on a sweatshirt, towel still on his lower half and tries to think of other things, laying in the bed to distract his mind from thinking of your body. “I’ll be in the shower for about a half hour so don’t wait up for me okay?” you say over your shoulder. You close the door to the bathroom and get into the hot shower.

His mind was telling him one thing but his body is telling him another. Even though he tries to resist his urges, he’s losing the battle against himself. In the shower, you play soft music and hum along but by that point, he can’t resist his desires anymore. He starts to imagine what you’d look like naked, water dripping down your body, and hair wet.

He wonders what it’d be like to touch you…to feel your soft skin under his finger tips, and he finds himself getting hard under the towel. He feels so guilty for having those thoughts about you but he can’t help himself. You’re just…so…beautiful, and so caring to him. You show him love like no one else. He needed your presence to clear his mind from everything anyways. Maybe it would help with the stress too.

Since you’re going to be in the shower for a half-hour, he figures he’s just going to get this over and done with and you don’t have to know about it. He takes off his sweater and starts to massage himself through the towel, closing his eyes, imagining that you’re the one touching him. Steven groans and his pace is increasing. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, especially in your bed, but it feels too good to stop.

You scrub your arms with soap in the shower, still humming along to the song you played on your phone. All of a sudden you think you hear a groan and stop humming for a moment. Maybe I'm just hearing things… You think to yourself. He notices the absence of your voice and also stops, thinking that he's been found out. But when you continue again, completely oblivious, so does he.

He takes off his towel and finally puts his hand on his hard length with urgency. He can’t believe how turned on he is just by seeing you in your towel, knowing you’re naked underneath. Steven has seen you in low cut dresses that show half your chest, short skirts that expose your plump thighs, and nothing but his oversized shirts and the shortest shorts he's ever seen, and yea maybe he got flustered. Maybe he got turned on…a lot…But he’s never had the guts to please himself to the thought of you.

He moans louder, almost whimpering, your name falling from your lips. He needs to stop before he cums all over himself but he can’t stop moving his hand. He squeezes his eyes shut, mouth agape, and his legs shake as he reaches his climax. His cock throbs against his palm, shooting cum onto his stomach and chest. Steven pants, out of breath, feeling embarrassed and ashamed at what he just did. But at the same time, there’s a part of him that wants to do it again…

*****

You're still in the shower, scrubbing your legs, completely unaware that he was jerking off to you and cumming in your bed. The guilt is starting to eat away at him as he continues to stroke his cock, taking in your scent of you on the clothes you took off just before your shower. You’re all he can think about right now and he's not stopping. This time, he moans too loudly, loud enough for you to hear it clearly. When you stop humming to listen, he's too in his head to notice. You listen carefully. There it is again, that groan…You get out of the shower quickly, only drying your legs so you don't drip too much water everywhere. Concerned, you hastily wrap your towel around your chest and open the door of the bathroom.

You finally walk in the room looking worried. “Steven? Are you oka-” You stop in your tracks, water dripping on the floor from your still wet hands.

Steven sees you exiting the bathroom and his heart races, only this time from the fear of getting caught. He scrambles to cover up his mess with his towel. How could he have been so stupid. Now you’re going to think he’s some kind of pervert.

He looks at you with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. His face is red and he tries to pretend nothing happened but it's obvious. You see his legs still trembling and the cum on his chest, and he’s red and sweating.

You blush at the sight and stand there, stunned. You expected to see him hurt, not him fucking his hand and smelling your clothes… “Steven were you-” you struggle to get the words out. But he answers. “Yeah, I- I was-” he clears his throat, unable to meet your gaze. “In my bed?!” you cut him off, not angry but confused as to why he would do it in your bed

“Look I’m sorry, i-it won't happen again” He tries to sound sincere, but he can’t help the way his heart is racing for you or the bulge he’s covering in the towel. He takes a deep breath and forces himself to look at you. “I just-”

“You just what??”

“I just can’t stop thinking about you…” he admits, voice barely above a whisper. His heart pounds in his chest, and he wants nothing more than for you to understand.

“But you just got cheated on by layla-”

“I know but with everything that’s happened with her, what she did to me, I really just needed some kind of release…I thought that this would help me to feel less stressed, and after seeing you in that towel, basically naked, I couldn’t stop imagining you and you turned me on and I’m saying too much now, aren't I…I should shut up now.”

He rambles, desperately trying to explain himself to you

“I’m not trying to make excuses,” he says softly. “And I didn’t think it would be a big deal y’know, because you’d be in the shower for 30 minutes but you got out early…”

“I know Steven but-” you feel bad that he has to resort to this for stress relief and you walk closer, within arms reach.

“I know, I'm sorry, I’m so sorry…” his body still trembles slightly from the aftermath of his orgasm and the adrenaline rush of being caught.

“You’re the last person I have left, please don't leave me…I won’t get over her without you…” It's the truth but he doesn’t wanna admit it, especially with the mess he's made of himself

You reassure him.. “I already told you I’m not leaving you”

“Then please, give me another chance," he pleads, grabbing onto your hand. “I promise I’ll make it up to you. I just need you in my life right now…Please don’t push me away”

His pleading finally gets to you and you decide to help him.

“I’m not upset at you, I just wish you’d asked for help sooner…” your voice is filled with understanding, not resentment like he thought it would’ve been

“I should’ve…You’re right…Look I’ll do anything-”

“I’ll help you Steven. I’m not going to leave” Your skin is still damp from the shower

“Thank you” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.

“Sit on the bed” He nods and listens to you, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, still holding your hand in his. “Take the towel off your lap for me” He didn’t know you meant help in that way.

“W-what…?”

You get on your knees in front of him

”I said take off the towel.”

you instructed him once again. He watches you get on your knees and he hesitates for a moment.

”You wanted my help didn’t you?” You say looking up at him from the floor

Steven nods slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from your damp chest

”Yes…” He removes the towel, letting it fall to the floor, revealing his semi-hard cock.

“Don’t be shy. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles.

You gently run your fingers over the head of his cock, coating it with his precum and his body jolts.

“I’ll do all the work. Don’t even lift a finger.”

He watches as you lean forward, your lips brushing against his swollen tip. It twitches in response and he groans at your touch, closing his eyes. Wrapping your hands around the base, you press kisses against it and start to work your hands and tongue.

He was already halfway to his orgasm because of his… previous actions.

You let the towel loosen around you and use your breasts to squeeze around his length. He couldn't help but yelp in surprise at the sudden pressure and the warmth that emanated from your still damp chest.

He swallowed hard as his hands trembled. “You like that, Stevie?” you say to him with a sweet, low voice.

Steven nods his head, looking down at you with half lidded eyes

There was no way he could form a cohesive response right now. All he could do was let out a strangled moan as the words caught in his throat. All he could do was feel; Feel the pleasure that your hands brought him, feel the ecstasy coil tight in his gut.

His hips jerked forward slightly, trying to chase the sensation as he muttered a string of incoherent words. His breath quickens at the sight of you–fondling your chest, squeezing them together up and down his length.

The way you control him is so intoxicating, he’d obey anything you ask of him.

You can tell he’s sensitive so you speed up your movements, making his hips buck involuntarily, hand reaching down to grip at your hair. This time take him down your throat completely, head bobbing up and down causing you to almost gag until tears form in the corners of your eyes.

Just then, you think of an idea and stop sucking for a moment.

“Please…Keep doing” he begs.

“Just wait for a second. Let’s text Layla.”

He looks down at you with a puzzled look on his face.

“S-sorry what…Why…?”

“I said let's text Layla. On your phone. I want her to know what she could’ve had so let's send her a message”

Still looking confused but complying with your request, he picks up his phone and opens it to the contacts until he gets to layla and gives it to you. You text Layla: ‘I know what you did.’

She surprisingly texts back.

‘So fucking what Steven?’

‘Oh, I’m sorry this isn’t Steven. I should’ve made that clear. He’s not available right now.”

‘Who is this??’

‘His best friend. You remember me right?’ The tone of your text sounds like you're almost taunting her.

‘Why the fuck do you have Steven’s phone??’

‘Because he’s a little…preoccupied at the moment’

You go back to talking to Steven

“Don’t say a thing unless I speak to you okay?” you say to Steven

You start a voice message

“Sure…?” He somewhat gets the gist of what you’re trying to do but he doesn’t realize it involves the embarrassment of Layla having to hear him moan…he doesn't realize it’s a voice message, not a text.

“Wait what are you-” When you begin to move your hands around his hard length again he lets out a deep moan. “Oh- bloody-” tears form in his eyes from the immense pleasure you’re giving him.

“Baby shhhh…you don’t wanna wake the neighbors do you?”

He nods and tries to stifle his moans

The phone records the voice message for 30 seconds. And for those thirty seconds, all that can be heard is the wet sounds of you sucking him off, moans of your name, and just as he’s cumming for the second time, the recording cuts off and sends to Layla.

He releases into your mouth with a loud moan, bucking his hips again, legs shaking violently. One hand grabs a fist full of your hair and the other grabs the sheets for stability. He came so hard he’s sure you sucked the soul out of him. He might’ve woken his neighbors too.

Layla: ‘are you fucking him?! I never thought you’d stoop so low… hoeing around like that…Fuck you and Steven’

You reply

‘You're a homewrecker, a whore, and a skank who cheats on good people so I don’t wanna hear shit from you.’

‘You have no right saying that to me-’ Three dots indicated that she was typing another message. Before she could send it you shut her up.

‘I'm not arguing with a bitch that's ran through. I hope you catch an STD.’

As Steven comes down from his high, you still stroke him slowly, already having swallowed his cum. It’s a good thing you’re good at typing with one hand.

Layla blows up his phone with text messages, the sound of notifications ringing through the room.

Once he’s able to speak again he keeps apologizing, letting go of your hair. “I’m so sorry- did I- I pulled your hair too hard didn’t I…I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay Steven, you didn’t mean to. You don’t have to apologize for enjoying yourself.”

“A-are you sure? I just-”

“Yes, Steven” He still looks slightly guilty

He smiles warmly at your understanding, heart still beating rapidly as he slows his breathing.

You fasten the towel around your waist and thighs a bit but it’s loose on around chest

“Thanks for… um… for helping me out…”

You smile and sit close to him, bare leg touching his.

“Of course Steven”

He smiles back at you before speaking again

“I… I really needed tonight. My week’s been pretty rough… and I’m just happy that tonight turned out the way it did… and that I got to spend it with you…”

You glance to his lips and he catches it.

He slowly inches his body closer to you, hand now gently resting on your leg, near your upper thigh. His eyes are fixed on your lips, as if he’s trying to decide whether or not to go lean in or pull back

“Steven I um-” he kisses you.

He seemed to surprise himself when he did

“I’m sorry… was… was that ok…” he says to you, his cheeks feeling hot now and his face going completely red.

Even you’re surprised at his boldness “yea I-“

He places his lips against yours in a soft, gentle kiss again—but this time he lets them linger yours before stopping, realizing he’s starting to get carried away. He can’t help but smile at your reaction.

Now you’re the one who’s embarrassed.

he looks away, laughing quietly to himself.

“Um… I’m sorry I- I didn’t mean to get that ahead of myself… I just-”

He looked back over to you before continuing

“I wanted to kiss you…again”

You chuckle lightly. “no it’s okay, that was…nice”

“That’s good… I’m glad”

He looks at your lips as he speaks, wanting to kiss you again.

“You still have a lot to learn tho…”

“Yeah I know… maybe we should practice-”

You put a finger on his lips stopping him from talking. “but not tonight. It’s been a long night, and I have work later, okay?”

He sighs softly, feeling disappointed that you’re refusing to let him kiss you more. However, he understands your reasoning and he simply nods his head.

“I’m gonna brush my teeth again and then clean off my chest so I can get to bed. You should clean off too cuz y’know…” you make a gesture to the cum on his own chest

He suddenly remembers his…current state. He looks down at his chest and realizes how messy it is.

“O-oh… yeah… okay, good idea…” he whispers as flusteredly

He quicky stood up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom to clean up

*****

After you’ve cleaned up and left the bathroom, he continued to stand there for a few more seconds, reflecting on your night together. It was just a few hours ago that you were his best friend and nothing more. But now… after only one night, you made him just about the happiest he’s ever been

A/N: Give me feedback in the comments as alwaysss. The angst will be posting soon after this. Like, repost, and leave requests to support!! And I PROMISE in the summer time, I wont keep disappearing 😭 School is finished now!!

[satorubrain]

Heyy <3

Can i have *another* request for the child eater Gojo~ how he would wake us up:

Normally (everyday)

To be sweet~

In an emergency~

and To be a pain!

Thank you!! i'm looking so forward to this!!!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, slight angst.

Synopsis: How Satoru wakes you up.

A/N: WELL THEN I HOPE U ENJOY THIS BBY <3

Normally.

Lets consider this is the normal one but the real normal is "to be a pain"

He wouldn't. He doesn't even want to get up. But your phone is too far from his reach and it's too comfortable to leave. He nuzzles in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with your lotion.

"Babeeee" he whines. "Your alarm has been going off for the last 15 minutes? Think you can do something about it please?"

"Mn. 5 more minutes pleasee" You mumble in your sleep, head buried in the pillow, eliciting a giggle from him.

It's a daily thing and both of you knew that. The 5 minutes might turn into 5 hours and you'll still somehow manage to doze off without a worry in your sleepyhead.

He hugs you a little tighter before dragging you up along with him, rocking back and forth with you, saying sweet nothings in your ear waking you up (mostly because if he annoys you in the morning, he'd be found dead in the next two seconds).

To be sweet.

This usually happens when you return late at night from a week long mission or when he fully knows you've been having a hard time recently, he tries his best to be extra sweet.

He wakes up a little early, drawing you a bath so you can relax. While the water is filling up he gets you breakfast, since he's prohibited from cooking but at least he knows how to make your favourite kind of tea.

Giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he slides an arm under your back, helping you get up.

"Good morning, sweet. I've got you breakfast and drawn a bath for you. What do you want first..... Or perhaps you want me?" He mischievously jokes earning a smack on the shoulder from you.

In an emergency.

I dont really imagine what kind of emergencies he might have. But I can think of three to be specific.

Case 1:

If anything that wakes him is your phone ringing because someone called you at an ungodly time.

Thankfully before it could even bother you, he picks it up just to find out about an emergency exorcism of a special grade curse that appeared out of nowhere. All it did was annoy him, he was irritated by the higherups who decided to summon you at 4 in the morning.

No he still doesn't wake you up. Instead he decides to solve your problem and not bother your peace.

Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, whispering "sleep tight, sweets. I will be right back" to which you mumble random incomprehensible words, which was enough encouragement for him. It doesn't even take him an hour to finish up your work and return to your warm embrace, giving in to his sleep.

"Uhh what did I get paid for?" You question, mostly yourself while checking the text message as you got ready for the day.

"Well i wonder" he stands proudly in front of you grinning widely giving you an answer.

Case 2:

He's crying.

It's one of the days when his thoughts get the better of him, his past comes tumbling down, numbing his senses and leaving him so vulnerable.

He's holding you close, afraid that he'll have to lose you too- maybe that you'll leave him or something else. His past has left a deep wound in his heart that is far from being healed, which reopens from time to time leaving him whimpering and afraid.

You soon wake up to his silent sobs, his chest heaving, and his soft sniffs. It doesn't take you long to come to your senses and realize he's probably having an anxiety attack. You know what's aching him, he doesn't need to tell you nor do you need to ask.

You hug him tightly as you gently pat his head. "My love, my Satoru. I'm here alright? You'll be fine. We will be fine okay, love?" you try your best to comfort him, reminding him to regulate his breathing as you wipe his tears, and thankfully it seems to be working.

"P-please... Don't leave me" Satoru pleads, sounding so pained and broken. You feel your heart shatter at his words.

"Always my love, I'll always be with you" You assure him, cupping his cheeks as he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes while holding you tightly as he falls asleep.

To be a pain.

Exhibit A.

Another emergency being, him having a stupid question at 3 fucking 48 in the morning.

"babe babe as curses are developing they will start crushing too?" "Do you think Sukuna ever gets lonely? Nah maybe not hes a loser" "Babe will you love me if i was a worm?" "I had a dream of you!!! Did you dream about me too?" He shakes you awake, looking at you with his bright cerulean curious eyes.

"Gojo Satoru are you serious?!"

"My name is not Gojo Satoru, my name is, my love or something like that but not gojo. But what do you think about the question!!!!!!"

Exhibit B.

He has returned from a week-long mission at 4am and of course he wakes you up with a loud announcement of his arrival before he rushes into your shared bedroom, discarding his blindfolds somewhere. The door hits the wall with a loud bang while his throws himself on top of you crushing you with his weight.

"I'm love-starved" He explains cupping your cheeks, frowning and pouting slightly, his eyes a little watery. Enjoying your every movement and grunt that spill past your lips as you try to make space for yourself. Witnessing your beauty makes him realize how much he missed you as he cages with a tight hug.

Exhibit C:

"Rise and shineeeeeee" He declares as he slides the curtains aside causing you to wake up whining.

"Glad you woke up! I need my morning kiss now" He returns to you demanding a morning kiss just to be thrown off the bed when he comes close to you before you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

Oh, how he loves teasing you and annoying you. Knowing you won't even say a word before brushing and getting rid of that morning breath he could care less about.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[mer-acle]

Part 2 of the thing I wrote yesterday (took me a bit longer than expected, oopsie daisies.

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Zeus had expected Athena to remain unconscious, how could she not? Her skin was torn and burnt nearly down to the bone all across her arms and going down her face. Ichor poured from the open wounds like a river, the gold lifeblood of the gods staining Zeus’ hands and chiton as he held his daughter. He held her in a way that would make it come as a shock it was his own fault she was like this to anyone who hadn’t seen it happen.

Athena had always been his favorite. She was wise in near every front and a brave warrior, and she was a woman. That was a driving factor. She had not been born as the son destined to overthrow him, she was safe. She was perfect. But then she went against him, supporting the Achaeans in the Trojan War while he was on the side of the Trojans. He was angered by her actions, but he kept his cool. He shoved her mistake aside, reasoning that his daughter was simply supporting her warriors: Diomedes and Odysseus. Odysseus. That mortal man who Zeus seemed to never fully be rid of, first it was with the son of Hector, then after the Ithacan’s foolish crew had slaughtered the cows of Helios, and then finally; Athena petitioning for his release from the island of Calypso. He couldn’t understand what it was about this man that made daughter care for him so deeply, but whatever it was he hated it. Athena had never been one for close relationships once she had come to Olympus, she’d found them a weakness, and she was correct, but for whatever incomprehensible reason she’d let her walls down for Odysseus. Taking him in as her student while he was still just a boy and staying by his side since, always aiding him, at least until when she wasn’t. For 10 years Athena stayed away from Odysseus, very much to Zeus’ pleasure, but then she broke that separation and gone as far as to challenge him. She challenged him and shamed him all for a mere mortal.

It was natural that he would ensure she wouldn’t make such a mistake again. Her wounds and the resulting comatose state she’d fall into would be her punishment, or so he believed. He’d assumed she’d be unconscious until she’d long healed, but she wasn’t.

Zeus watched as Athena shifted in his arms, her eyes opening slightly as the goddess groaned in pain. She looked up at him, tears already forming in her squinted eyes, “f-fath- father…?” She croaked.

“Athena.” He responded coldly.

“It hurts…” She mumbled, Zeus wasn’t entirely sure if she was even addressing him until she gripped his chiton and seemed to curl closer to him. An odd behavior. “Father… it hurts…” she repeated.

Zeus replied with indifference, “It should. You should know better than to disobey me.”

Athena flinched a bit at his words, as if reliving the memory of how she ended up like this, “I’m- I- ‘m sorry… for- forgive me… please?” It was a strange thing to hear Athena like this. The usually steady and loud goddess reduced to practically a shaky, whispering child, begging to be forgiven.

“You will be forgiven once you get through your injuries.” Zeus pushed away the pang of guilt when Athena choked down a sob as she nodded. There was nothing to feel guilty for about this he reminded himself, Athena had brought this upon herself by being defiant. Yet despite this he didn’t stop Athena from curling closer to him, he instead ran his hand through her gold stained ginger curls with surprising gentleness. Upon arriving to her personal quarters he placed her in her own bed, the ichor from her open wounds immediately soaking into the bedding. Then the thunder god pressed a strangely soft kiss to his daughter’s forehead.

She whimpered, weakly reaching out for him like a little girl would her father, but she was not a little girl and Zeus was not one for often acting like a proper father, “don’t go… please…” she said through her tears.

Athena should have been disgusted by the presence of her father, after everything he’d done to her, how horribly he’d hurt her, she should have been enraged by him daring to hold her so gently, to run his hand through her hair so lovingly. She shouldn’t be leaning into every touch and begging him to stay, yet she was. She couldn’t even recognize her own voice at first when she weakly muttered “don’t go… please…”

She certainly didn’t expect Zeus to listen, but he did, he sighed heavily and summoned a chair by her bedside. The man who has mere minutes ago brutally scarred her body with lightning strikes now sat beside her with a gentle hand rubbing her knuckles in a comforting manner and his other hand once again running through her hair to soothe the crying goddess. Athena wanted to hate him, but she couldn’t, she wanted to curse him for causing all her pains but how could she when he was going out of his way to comfort her now? When the gentle hands and words were the only thing grounding her to the world that existed outside of her painful thoughts and burning nerves. She’d hate him later, she’d hate herself later, she knew she would, but for now she took whatever comfort she could from her father. It was horrible, disgusting even, it made her stomach twist how messed up it all was, but the sick feeling was barely a bother to her. She needed this. She needed her father. It was a sick and twisted dance, she knew it was, but it was a dance they’d been doing since Pallas.

No matter how Zeus hurt her: she was still his daughter, and he was still her father, but not just that, he was also her only parent, and a child will always crawl back to their parents.

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AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH this hurt me to write 😭 Gotta love toxic father-daughter relationships

Also again this is probabaly not the best since I wrote it all in the inbox and it’s entirely unedited but oh well I wrote this for fun so as long as it’s readable and understandable I don’t care

Hope you liked it though

*screaming*

Oh Vicky this is beautiful and terrible and I love every second of it!

Gosh the poor child. This is so much worse bc we know he isolated her from her siblings just now, so it's really just him she can even hope for. He's really playing the narcissist handbook by the page here ahhhhhhhhhh I'd say at least he stayed but like... Everything he does is alarm bells to me

And the fact that Athena knows it's wrong but she still needs it ndjdbdjdn

I am so unwell thank you so much for this you should put the whole thing on Ao3 so more people can see it :3 💜💜

[vulpisnocturna]

Kakashi with prompt 4 please 🤤

Link to NSFW prompt list

4) No, says Character. A pull of the hair, making reader lift their face. Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, my love. I want you to watch me take you apart

NFSW - Minors do not interact

Warnings: bratting, degradation kink, dacryphilia, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, mirror sex, impact play, brat tamer Kakashi

'Be a good girl and ask nicely' Kakashi drawled, his fingers stopping again. You were so fed up with the edging, you wanted him, wanted him to just fuck you already.

'Stop teasing' you hissed, rolling your hips into his hand. He snapped his tongue against his teeth, his teeth sinking in the curve of your neck, hard enough to make you whimper.

'You're being a spoilt brat today. Maybe you don't realise just how pitiful you look already. Perhaps you need a lesson' he said condescendingly, with that tone that made it sound as though you were just another recalcitrant student who didn't follow his orders.

'I want you' you whined, too wound up to wait for him to decide you'd been good enough to be fucked.

'If you wanted me, you would do as I ask. I'm tired of playing now. I've been too patient with you' he said gruffly, picking you up and draping you on his lap, your back against his chest, his legs off the edge of the bed. You burnt as you saw yourself reflected in the tall floor mirror on the wall in front of the bed. You looked... pitiful, just as he'd said. Swollen lips, teary eyes, hair a mess around your head, your naked body on full display.

'You see now? You look so needy, don't you? That's the face of a girl who begs to be allowed to cum. That's the face of a girl who needs a lesson to remember what she has to do' he said, his eyes burning into yours in the reflection of the mirror.

'So now, you're going to watch how pathetic you look when you resist so hard' he said, wrapping a hand around your throat, slender fingers pressing on the sides as he started moving his fingers inside you again, making you cry out from the built-up pressure in your lower stomach. His knees spread your legs and kept them splayed for him, for you to have a perfect, humiliating and utterly tantalising view of his fingers sinking into your sopping cunt, covered in your slick, just as you jolted and convulsed around him.

''Kashi, too much- need to cum' you cried, hot tears spilling from your eyes, your legs trembling as you squirmed in his lap. He tightened his hold on your throat.

'Are you ready to be a good girl for me?' he asked relentlessly, his hand tearing away from your cunt and making you sob desperately only to jolt and let out a broken gasp when he slapped your cunt, sending a pang of pain and pleasure through you that made you crumble in his arms as you came, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

'What kind of girl cums from a punishment?' he muttered, voice stern, something you rarely heard from him, 'a slut. Only a slut cums from being treated like this'

He pushed you against the bed, circling you to kneel behind you and then lifting you by the hair until you were on your knees, flush against his chest, your legs spread, his arm around your waist keeping you put.

Without warning, he guided his cock inside you, and you tasted the salt of your tears as he filled you up, making you feel every little ridge and vein along your walls as he rubbed against your g-spot and brushed against your g-spot.

'This is what you wanted, right? It's not going to be gentle, though. No, this will serve as a reminder' he groaned, starting to slam his hips against you, making a loud moan escape you as you squirmed and quivered in his hold. Your eyes scrunched up, your mouth open in gasps, your hands clawing at his arm, hot tears staining your face.

'Kakashi- God... fuck' you mumbled, words slurred and almost incomprehensible in your babbling and pleading.

He pulled your hair, forcing your face to lift as his breath fanned your damp face.

'No. Eyes open. Keep them on the mirror, my love. I want you to watch me take you apart' he said, and you obeyed, opening your eyes, watching the pathetic look in your face as you convulsed around his cock.

'Look at how much you're crying. You look pretty when you cry so much for me to fuck you. You look so fucked out, little slut' he groaned, his eyes liquid with want, his sharingan burning into you even through its reflection in the mirror. You tangled your fingers in his soft silver hair, fisting it just like he was fisting yours, keening and whining every time his cock pressed against the spot he knew would make you crumble.

'Please- please, I can't...' you sobbed, trying to keep your eyes on the scene in front of you. It made your clit throb to watch him fuck you from behind, to see just how pathetic and needy you really were. To see what he reduced you to every time he was rough in bed.

'I see you're already learning. That's a good girl. You just can't help yourself. You like watching how you look when you cry over my cock? It's the best sight in the whole world. I'll make sure to burn it into my mind so I never forget what you look like' he said, licking and sucking on your throat, leaving dark bruises. His hand pressed on your lower stomach, where you could feel him pounding inside you, sending a wave of electricity to your clit that made you sob and tremble with another orgasm.

'Please... I'll be good, please-' you begged, not even knowing what for. You only knew that you were feeling so much all at once, and that if he weren't holding you upright, you would collapse on the bed.

'Then keep your eyes open and on the mirror. Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me cum in your pretty cunt?' he asked, the hand that was around your throat lowering to toy with your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his slender fingers.

'Yeah- yes. Please, 'kashi... need to feel you inside me- cum inside me' you whined, feeling another knot form in your stomach even though you'd just orgasmed and felt hypersensitive.

'That's my good little slut. Are you going to cum again for me? Are you going to cum with me?' he let out a soft moan, his fingers travelling further down to roll your clit between them, rubbing it gently from side to side and up and down.

'Gonna cum-' you cried, and he hummed, pleased, turning your head to kiss you messily, sloppily, almost in a frenzy. You crumbled under that kiss, clamping down around him, feeling him hold you more tightly as he pushed deep inside you and emptied himself inside you. You pulled back to breathe, gasping, your whole face a mess of tears and hair sticking to your forehead and jaw.

Kakashi was gentle as he slipped out of you and cradled you in his arms, stroking your hair, wiping the tears from your eyes, soothing your back.

'I love you. Are you okay?' he murmured, kissing the top of your head. You nodded, exhausted and completely fucked out and sated from the last hour. Kakashi was always so mindful and caring after sex, even when he'd been calling you names and fucking you roughly a few minutes earlier.

'Let me get you some water and run you a bath' he said, and you mumbled tiredly, struggling not to doze off after the tiring, incredible sex you had just had with him.

[ninothebirb]

WE WERE ONCE ONE

Content Warning: Angst, fluff, implied sex, gn!reader, one sided love, minors dni, cheesy stuff?, mental trauma, etc

Please read the previous chapters (1, 2, 3) and the prologue if you haven't already!

Chapter 4: You and me

Might be the last chapter I think.

You spent the next few weeks locking yourself up, refusing to interact with anyone. Jing Yuan would visit you everyday, only to be told by Bailu that you weren't taking any visitors. Until he snapped, and snuck into your room from the window instead.

"Jing Yuan- seriously?" You threw the pillow you were clutching onto, on his face. "Hey, I can't stand seeing you like this." He rolled his eyes, shrugging off the pillow and walking over to your bed. "I'm pissed at you. So much." His tone changed almost immediately, it was somewhat a mix of worry and frustration.

"Why are you angry? I should be pissed at you, not the other way around." You glared at him, those gorgeous orbs of yours were hurt. He could see it, he could see the pain behind them. "Fuck (reader) you don't get it...you just wouldn't move on! You- went ahead and blindly depended on his existence- without considering any fucking factors!!"

This was the first time you had heard him raise his voice, and your natural reaction was to flinch. "Do you have any idea- how much I care for you- how much I worry every time for your mental fucking state. I wish that we would go back to them time when you trusted me with your life!" His hands were gripping your shoulders tight by now, trembling and shaking.

You were speechless, Jing Yuan, the smug general was on the verge of tears in front of your very eyes. "You refused to- to even hear what I had to say a-and- you left me alone- I hate you so much for that, but I fucking love you too." The intensity of the moment was eating you up, you thought he was the one without any suffering. Turns out this man had been going just as crazy as everyone in the post high cloud quintet.

"Y-You- you what?! Jing Yuan- you know I've devoted my whole being to Dan Feng how could you ever-" You were suddenly interrupted by him pulling you close to his heart, and you could hear his sniffles and sobs. "Please...give me a chance-" Nothing could describe the amount of emotions you were feeling. Confusion? Anxiety? Whatever it was, it was incomprehensible.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, his heartbeat was loud and his crying had fainted away. "You're an idiot." You mumbled against his chest softly, not sure how to respond to what he had just said. You gently retracted from the hug when you got no answer, only to find out he had fallen asleep.

The thought of Jing Yuan liking you all this time led you to a plethora of confusing thoughts. He had been your best friend- but you never saw him in that way. But- your heart worked in a different way. Being so deprived of affection and the feeling of being wanted for all these years made you have second thoughts.

You placed a blanket on him, and walked over to your balcony, indulging in the unsolved puzzle that your mind had turned into. You glanced back at Jing Yuan, going into a completely different relationship wasn't the best idea- but it was something you desired deeply. Dan Feng had moved on- going so far as to change his name. He didn't do it on purpose however, his memories had been wiped out.

Maybe...you needed some change. Maybe you could give this a chance and let yourself go for the time being. After all- you could never had predicted at that time what a future could uphold, so you couldn't predict it now either.

After a few hours, Jing Yuan had woken up with you sitting by his side. "I'm sorry..." He whispered softly, getting up. "Why?" You placed down the book you were reading, he was about to leave. You immediately grabbed a hold of his hand, making him stop in his steps. "I really shouldn't have said all that I-"

Your lips were now connected in a soft and sensual kiss, it was a gentle touch between you two. As if nothing mattered in that very moment except for you and Jing Yuan. He was left gaping after the kiss- completely jaw dropped. "I...thought about it- I s'pose...we can try.." You spoke so gently, walking up closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you once again- keeping you in his embrace. But this time it wasn't for comfort- it was to share what you had made. Together.

And that very night you guys fuck. Be top or bottom you can imagine whatever you want.

[why-do-we-do-this]

shitting sobbing throwing up qCellbits voice is constantly so strained and harsh with such a thick undercurrent of anger and tension and he was arguing with Bad about hurting people and doing whatever it takes but the second Bad implied that Cellbit could end up hurting someone he cares about his voice softens so much as he says “I’d never hurt who I love” chewing at the bars scratching at the floor climbing the walls “I’d kill for you but never you” CAN ANYONE HEAR ME ccCellbit is doing such a good job showing that this is! the! same! character! He has the same motivation, the same values, he loves his family just as much, maybe even more at this point, and wants to protect them still! It’s just that this time instead of sacrificing only himself he’s also sacrificing several other people as well and his decisions are driving the nails deeper and deeper into his coffin because as an unreliable narrator, Cell thinks that he’s being so smart and planning ahead with a big plan and goal and he’s probably thinking that his piece in this game with the feds is expendable the same way it was in hg with Bad. He wants to throw himself in headfirst and take out as many enemies as possible so that they can just get to that incomprehensible point of “winning” but this isn’t a situation that works like that, and Cellbit has a family now, he’s got ties that are effected by his actions in a way that he hasn’t factored in yet, and he isn’t willing to hear out Bad who was trying to warn him about this very important difference from past times! At the end of the conversation he mumbles that he was “getting a bit nostalgic” and that is exactly it, he’s only thinking of those past times, the strategies that never failed him then, but then he can’t or won’t understand that these connections have changed the game. He knows that he’s capable of love now, hell he got sidetracked for half a year because he fell so in love with his husband, so no matter how much he’s trying to pretend that he’s an emotionless methodical killer, he can’t ever leave those ties behind like he was once able to and it’s going to hurt someone eventually. Whether that’s Cellbit himself, or someone he cares for.

[soubeomies]

୨୧ "I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

⤷ PAIRING﹕ jiung x gn!reader

⤷ WARNINGS ﹕none

⤷ GENRE﹕fluff

⤷ AUTHOR'S NOTE﹕mei finally double posts?!??! anon asked when the next jiung fic was dropping, and i got motivated to finally do the idea ive had for awhile. i always thought jiung would be an overreacter bf HAHAH

⤷ SYNOPSIS ﹕you fell sick and decided to call jiung over to help you out, upon entering your bedroom, he found you limp on your bed. you were asleep, but he thought you had died and left him in this cruel world alone!

you were getting ready for bed as you were in your bathroom getting ready for bed. you were standing infront of your sink, looking at yourself as you emulsify the facial cleanser in your hands before gently rubbing it into your face, making sure you get all the nooks and crannies. the foam of the cleanser somewhat bringing you a sense of relaxation. a few minutes passed as you washed it off. your face feeling clean and fresh. after that, you continued on with your nightly routine, which was doing your skincare, then going to bed. 

you were in the middle of doing your skincare, humming a familiar melody as you felt your head spinning. you were coming with the worst headache ever! you tried brushing it off as you just continued on with your skincare. after finishing, the headache was still ringing in your head as it felt like you’ve been hit by a truck.

you went to sit in your bed as you mumbled to yourself about trying to sleep it off. you got in bed as you scrolled thru your phone as you usually do before bed. but the more you tried to brush it off, the worse the headache got. you caved in and took it as you were probably coming down with a fever of some sort. you reluctantly got out of your bed as you walked to the kitchen.

you rustled through your kitchen as you couldnt even think straight due to your headache, you opened some drawers before finally finding some medication. you took a pill out of its container before grabbing a cup and filling it with water. you put the pill in your mouth as you washed it down with the cup of water.

you finished up the water and put it in the sink before getting back to bed. you tucked yourself into bed, you were just tossing and turning, in hopes to sleep the pain off. sleep slowly came easy as the medication you took had side effects that made you sleepier over time. you slowly fell into a deep slumber.

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morning came, you were rudely awoken with the most painful pounding in your head. you winced a little at the feeling as you even felt warm. you brought your hand up to your forehead as you felt your forehead being literally piping hot. 

you reached over to your phone on your bedside table and texted the first person that came to your head; jiung.

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after sending those messages, you didnt even read jiung reply as you fell back asleep. your hand on your chest with your phone in hand, your chat with jiung open. about 20-ish minutes passed as jiung entered your apartment. he had spare keys to your apartment because you gave it to him incase of any emergency.

the door to your bedroom creaked open as he saw you asleep on your bed… one tiny thing though. your breathing was really subtle, calm and steady which made it barely noticeable that you were even breathing. he dropped everything he was holding as he ran to you. “baby?” he said as he gently shook you. “baby wake up..” he repeated as he shook you a little harder. he brought his hands to your face as he tucked a strand of your hair away from your face. tears then formed on his face as he literally thought you died. (IJBOL IM SORRY)

he started crying and burying his head into your chest as he kept mumbling for you to wake up. “angel p–please.. dont do this to me.. d–dont leave me in this cruel world alone.. please..” he mumbled in sobs as his words were choppy and sort of incomprehensible. you slowly fell into consciousness as you fluttered your eyes open, looking at jiung crying on you hysterically. “jiung..?” you muttered as you rubbed your eyes. “ANGEL?? Y/N???!! OH MY GOD THANK GOD YOURE ALIVE!!!!!” he said as he pulled you into a warm bear hug. “DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT EVER AGAIN!!” he sobbed as he buried his head into your shoulder.

“what..? what did i do..” you muttered as you stared at him. “BABY I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!!” he wailed as he continued sobbing and tightening his grasp on you, not wanting to let go any time soon. “baby i just fell asleep..” you said with a slight giggle. already feeling better since your beloved boyfriend was here for you.. even if he thought you literally died hehe.. (ᵕ— ᴗ —)

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♡ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | ♤ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 | ♞ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 | ☆ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 {𝟏𝟖+} | ♛ 𝐆𝐨𝐫𝐞 {𝟏𝟖+}

꧁༒☬𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓭𝔂'𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷☬༒꧂

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★彡[ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʀᴇ-ᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɴᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ. ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.]彡★

★彡[ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇ]彡★

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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏: 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 - ★彡[ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ]彡★

★彡[ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ��ʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ]彡★

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Rhysand

It was never a secret that Azriel loved my sister. Not from the day I had brought him into that cabin, and I watched his shadows curl with hers. Not as we grew up, and I watched him watch her with light in his eyes. Not during the war, as they both served my father. Not after, even as everyone assumed there was something between him and Mor.

Not on the day she died, when I heard him scream and sob over her dead body.

And not even in the years since, that pain had never faded. No matter if we never spoke of it, of her, of what they could have been. No matter if he clung onto Mor, and we all knew why.

She was the closest thing left to Leur.

I could see it every time I looked at him, his broken heart and shattered soul. The day she died, she took most of him with her.

And I knew it, but I still didn't expect my heart to crack the way it did as he called for her in his sleep.

It was a simple mumble, and if I had been doing anything else I would have missed it. But I had taken up residence at his bedside for the time being as the healers still worked on Cassian, and I couldn't bear to look at his shredded wings a moment longer.

So, I sat next to Azriel's bed, watching the hole in his chest slowly repair itself. And I knew, that even when the skin healed and the scars faded, that hole would still be there. And then he called out for her, still in the haze of sleep, and I couldn't remember the last time I had heard her name on his lips.

I couldn't remember the last time anyone had said her name, in fact.

Not a day went by when I didn't think of her, of my mother. I could hear their voices in my head clear as day still, could remember the way my mother used to scold me and Cassian, could hear the way Leur would snicker in the background as she pretended as if she didn't make the mess me and Cass were blamed for. So many memories of that cabin, of the war, of watching my sister slowly die as my father sent her on more and more missions, of watching my mother beg and plead with him not to let us on the battlefields.

It was so vivid in my mind, and yet, I never said her name.

I don't think I had since the day she died.

It was odd, being so caught up in this old pain when the new one threatened to overwhelm me. Mor could barely even look at me, not since I had revealed that Feyre was High Lady. I was sure the second that Cassian woke up, he'd wipe the floor with me for allowing her out of my sight. And my mate was in the middle of enemy territory, and if I thought about it too long I was sure I might fall to pieces.

So instead, I sat and watched Azriel sleep and tried to remember the last time I'd said my sister's name.

I wasn't sure how much time had passed when I felt that mating bond pull tight in my chest.

Feyre

My body sang for her, my every bone and muscle relaxing as I felt her on the other side of that bond. It was like a glimmering, shining, string, pulled tight. My mind purred as I traveled along it, as close as I dared, and just beyond the incomprehensible horizon I could feel... happiness?

She was happy?

Perhaps hopeful was a better word, but how could she feel that way after everything she sacrificed, after everything that had occurred today? Her sisters, Azriel, Cassian, and Tamlin had drug her away- and she was hopeful?

It only lasted a moment, and then I could feel the bond move, as if it was being loaded with something, some message, some memory, and something in my chest gleaned in anticipation. I felt Feyre so close, and in my bones I knew she had good news to share with me.

I waited and waited, but nothing ever came.

In a split second, I felt her happiness turn into pure terror. Darkness shot down that bond, pure chaos and freight. And then the panic hit, and I wasn't sure if it was from me or her, and I could barely think or move or breathe.

And then I heard it, the screaming.

It didn't sound like Feyre, it wasn't. It was Tamlin. Not it rage as I would have expected, but fear. And there were other voices too, calling for one another, for Feyre, and I could see nothing but pure destruction.

And then more screaming joined, my own I thought, and it was. But it was also Azriel.

Somewhere outside of the dark abyss of my mind, Azriel had shot out of bed, violent screams leaving his mouth. I had never seen- never seen him so... only once-

Help us

Her voice was desperate in my mind, and I didn't consider anything before I winnowed. I landed in front of the Spring Court manor moments later.

At least, where the Spring Court manor should have been. Instead, a flaming pile of rubble remained.

"Feyre!" The scream that tore from my throat was absolutely feral, unlike any sound I had ever made before. I ran to the rubble, burning my hands, my arms, my feet as I tore through it. I was screaming, over and over again, her name, anything I could think of. I pulled at that bond, looking for anything, a direction, a sign, something, but I was met with only silence.

It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. I wasn't sure, but I found nothing. No sign of her, of Tamlin, of Lucien. No bodies, only blood.

Tamlin's blood.

Not Feyre's.

Somewhere behind me, Mor landed with a screeching Azriel in tow.

"She was here!" He screamed, twisting from Mor's grip and crawling towards the embers I stood in, "She was here!"

I couldn't think of anything but Feyre, not even the sounds of my family's screams could drown out my mind.

Mate

My mate

Where is my mate?

Mor's hands came around me and pulled me away, "Stop it!" She screeched, "Rhysand!"

"What the hell is going on?" Amren had made an appearance now, her voice booming over the sound of Azriel's screams.

Mor threw me to the grass with a strength I rarely saw her use, and she turned back towards the rubble. The fire disappeared under a wave of her hand, leaving only clouds of black smoke in it's wake.

Somewhere in the distance, a shaky figure crawled from the ashes. All it took was one glance of golden brown hair and I was sprinting.

Feyre was crying as I ripped the remnants of a stone pillar off her leg, cringing as I saw the shattered mess beneath it. She was sobbing as I pulled her into my arms, her body covered with bits of shattered glass and blood.

"What did he do?" I growled without thinking, "What did he do?"

"He took them." She cried, her arms locking around me, "He took all of them."

I was no longer myself. No longer a high lord, or Rhysand or anything. I was panic incarnate, rage incarnate.

"You're going to be okay." I promised, eyes scanning the rubble she had emerged from, in the distance, Mor was running towards us. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I thought it might jump out.

"No." Feyre cried, "The King, The King of Hybern did this."

Her voice was weak as she spoke, and Amren immediately appeared next to us. Cool, silver light glowed in her hands as she began working on Feyre. I grabbed them both, winnowing us to the air just outside of the House of Wind. My wings pushed harder than ever before as I landed us inside.

"Help!" I called for the healers that had arrived for Cassian and Azriel, "We need help!"

"This is not good." Amren took Feyre from my arms, placing her on a table still marred with Cassian's blood, "Get them in here now."

Her voice was like venom as she spoke, as if in answer, the healers appeared.

Blood, there was so much blood in this room. When all of this ended, I would burn that oak table marred with the blood of everyone I loved. I'd spit on it's ashes and curse every ounce of pain it stood for.

"He took them." Feyre was repeating over and over, her voice weak and strained as I stared at her ashen face.

The healers did not pull me from her side, they worked around me. I was barely even coherent, every instinct in my body on overdrive as I was useless to help. Feyre slipped further and further away, taking me with her as she did.

Somewhere behind me, Mor appeared with Azriel, the both of them bloody and burnt. It was enough to make me glance at myself, my torn clothes singed at the edges, my hands raw and burning. I looked at Amren, whose power was already exausted from healing Cassian and Azriel, as she pulled her hands from Feyre.

"Get every healer in the city in this room." I commanded, and under any other circumstance I knew she would have bit my head off for daring to speak to her that way.

But instead she just nodded and vanished into the night.

"Tell me she's going to be okay." I begged, looking to the healers. The black haired woman's eyes met my own, and I could sense the drain on her as she spoke, "We are doing everything we can."

Finally, Feyre's tune changed. Her blue eyes met mine, and I felt the panic down the bond as she spoke, "They took her."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she went unconscious as something tumbled from her hand and clattered onto the marble floor below. Azriel scrambled to grab it, ignoring the way his blood trailed behind him as he crawled across the floor. His wound had burst back open, the charred remains of his clothes revealing the damaged skin beneath.

"She's lost a lot of blood, High Lord." One of the healers spoke, "Her leg is very damaged, but she will live. I promise."

As if on cue, Amren appeared with two more healers with her. Finally, I stepped back from Feyre, still keeping my eyes trained on her as I let the healers work. I was shaking, something inside of me irreconcilable, as i stared at the broken body of my mate.

"Rhysand." Mor called for me. I ignored her, eyes still focused, heart still pounding. I watched Feyre's wounds begin to close as the healers picked the glass from them.

"Rhysand." Mor called again, and in the background Azriel was sobbing.

Mate

Mate

Mate

My mate is hurt.

Mor's voice cut through my thoughts, deadly, serious, and grave, "Rhysand, you need to look at this."

I snapped my head around, and finally looked at the object that Feyre dropped. It should have been impossible for her to have. I'd buried it with my sister's body nearly 500 years ago.

Black swirling metal, violet stones glimmering in the faelight, a moonstone sitting at the center. It had been crafted for her specifically, and I so rarely saw her without it.

Mor held my sister's crown in her hands.

The memory of what Feyre had said flashed in my mind again.

The king of Hybern did this.

He took her.

And Azriel, speaking her name in his sleep, waking up screaming.

She was here.

She was here.

My vision faded to black as I hit the marble floor beneath me. 

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★彡[ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ]彡★

[playdoughtiny]

Nap time, Leon 💤

caregiver!Luis Serra & little!Leon Kennedy

Rate: Teen up audiences

Characters: Luis Serra Navarro & Leon Kennedy (Resident Evil 4 Remake - 2023)

Warnings: PTSD (?), Anxiety, Light Swearing.

Tags: Fluff, Hurrt/Comfort, Coping, Leon Kennedy has PTSD, Protective Luis Serra, AU — Canon Divergence, Babytalk, Pacifiers, Cuddling, Sleeping.

Reblogs are appreciated!

...

Finger fidgets on the ocean blue blanket, pinching at it's soft fabric. A dim soft light stand is the only source of light in the room. The digital alarm flashes red with pairs of numbers, separated by just a colon.

00:10

Agonized with so much fatigue, Leon lies on his stomach, huffing and mumbling incomprehensible murmurs into his pillow. How many nights would he need to stay awake before he could finally sleep? The hours passed torturously slowly, the minutes lasted months. Leon stared into the darkness of the room, his eyes filled with slumber.

His wrist rests upon his forehead, voice low like a whisper. "What I've done to deserve this..."

That was the question that tormented him. What had he done to be... Like this? How many lives could he have saved, how many people would have been spared if Leon just did the right thing?

Did he actually did what was the best option? Or he's just selfish? His heart pumped in his chest faster. Could he be so egoistic to let people die just to stand by his reasons? Fingers twitched and spammed.

"Damnit!" He hiss under his hands that covers his face. Nobody sees Leon crying. Not even close ones. No, he doesn't give them the luxury of seeing his "weaker" side. It's just a passing thing, bullshit. Why does someone need to see someone sobbing? That's futile. At least, in his mind, that's how the world goes.

Knees draw into your belly, elbows above them. Why was he crying so much? Come on, Leon was a man! He's been through absurd and chaotic things, and come out of them with just a few cuts or scratches! Now's he's crying like a damn child!

His thumb nail slips to his front teeth, wearing away the surface. Eyebrows wrinkle. He feels his eyes burning. Are those... Tears?

"Please make this stop!"

He rocks himself back and forth, failing miserably to sooth himself.

"Please

Please

Please—"

A thic accent voice surprises Leon. "Cabron?"

Luis. Oh yes, he forgot he was here. After the events in Spain, Leon opens the doors of his home for him. He basically saved his life so it's some sort of repay.

Leon gasps stupidly loud for a grown man. He turns his back at the spaniard, considering that he already knows he's awake. The blonde plays dumb and closes his eyes.

Luis chuckles at the sight of Leon, shaking his head and making his way into the bedroom. "Ay no need to play dead mi amigo." He sits at the edge of the bed, hands laced, voice incredibly calm. "What's wrong cowboy?"

Leon hasn't gained too much intimacy. He considered Luis as a... Colleague. A roomate. He was a nice person, weird most of the time and annoying, but nice. Luis is the type of person that you can trust just by looking in his eyes. Like a random stranger that you suddenly meet in your life and feels that you can trust your darkest secrets to him.

"Can't sleep. That's all." He says. Technically true, but that's not all.

"Shouldn't be up this time." Luis convenently sighs.

"But you're too." True.

"Unforeseen. I had to use the bathroom." He chuckles. Leon mirrors his smile.

"Y'know," Leon sighs, sits up straight, hand in his hair. "M'just... Tired of all of this... Can't remember the last time I slept well."

Luis observers the soldier, like an owl. Baggy eyes, fuzzy blonde hair. Leon looks lost and hopeless. He has see this look before. The same when he dismissed Ada. The same when he thought that Luis was dead. The same when the Illuminados captured Ashley. He knows what Leon has been through. He feels it.

"It must be very difficult for you Leon," Luis looks down for a second and immediately turns his eyes back on the agent. "But that's all over. You, me, we are all safe now."

Blue eyes flush with realization. Safe. He repeats that out loud. Luis affirms. Leon is safe. There were times that he thought he wouldn't last, he would let his companions down, fail his purpose. But no. He did it. He's safe now.

"Leon." He calls.

Luis tucks the golden hair behind his ear. How did he got so close to Leon? Not that it was bothering him, quite the opposite. Leon looked back at Luis, as if he had all the answers in the world. Luis was kind. A shelter for all the cruelty and horrors of the world. He opens a smile. What a beautiful smile, Leon thinks. There is no malice, no playfulness here. Luis actually seems to be worried about the state of Leon.

"If there's anything you want to tell me, or if you just want a friendly shoulder to cry on, I'm here." He cups the side of his face. "I'm here for you Leon."

Lips quiver. There's no turning back now. Leon throws his arms around the spaniard, who welcomes him in his arms. He breathes in and sobs. Sobs loudly. Muffling against his chest. Luis pats his back, a calming hand runs on his hair, lips giving him small kiss on top of his head.

"There there," Luis coos. He can feels his nose on his scalp. "Cálmate, está bien. Estás bien." His voice as relaxing as a lullaby.

...

Leon finally composes himself, backing away from his chest as he wipes away his tears. Never does anyone look as serene as he's right now. "Thanks." He nods.

Luis smiles, as if he has nothing to be thankful for. "Feeling better?"

Leon hums a "Mm-hm."

Both remained in a comfortable silence, just the sound of his breaths hanging in the air.

"Do you think you can sleep now?" Luis asks.

"Mmm..." Leon bites his nail, shrugging while responding "Dunno" behind his teeth.

"Do you want me to stay here? I can... Tuck you in." He grins.

Leon spots him suspiciously, a light pink shade forming on his cheeks. "Tuck me in?" He scoffs. "What you think I am, five?"

"That's not what I said." Luis answers teasingly. "But you expect me to leave you awake? At this time?"

"I'm fine Luis..." Leon shakes his head. "Nonsense!" Luis spits. He extends his arms, fingers calling him. "C'mon." Leon raises his brow.

He whistles in, tapping one of his thighs. "Come here!" Leon never looked so confused. Why is he— did he actually just whistled?

"Absolutely not." Luis smirks with a cocky look. "Look you gotta sleep now, so you either sit here or I'll drag you myself."

At this point he got it. Leon felt himself slipping. It wasn't the first time he felt like this either. Something in his past made him feel this way. Sometimes he felt small. As if his clothes were too big for him. He didn't want to work or act like an adult. He wanted to hide under the covers and read a book. She wanted to take her teddy bears that she got as a gift and play with them. But it's okay because everyone wants to be child again!

Right?

"C'mon Leon. Let Tío Luis put you to sleep." He calls him one more time, in a husky voice.

Leon curl up in his shoulders, knees navigating to the man's lap. He clungs on him like a koala. "Muyyy bien..." He whispers. Leg bounces Leon, while he melts in Luis' arms. He doesn't want to admit this is actually working. He can't slip. He's not a child! Eyes widened with this thought. This should end.

"Are you sure this is-"

"Shh..." Luis get back to run his hands on his blonde hair. "Quiet. Close your eyes."

Leon is in no space to complain. He would but- well he's too exhausted. He will talk to him in the morning.

He clears his throat. "Luis..."

"What now, mi vida."

"Can you uh..." Nails dig into the man's shirt. He feels his face warming, so he tries to hide in his chest. "Take... My paci?"

He chuckles. "Your what? Your paci?" Luis stares at Leon amusedly. The blonde snorts, turning his eyes away. The other man laughs and forgives himself. "Aww I'm sorry mi amor! Sure I'll get your binky!" Leon gets surprised at how easily he accepted.

Carefully holding the boy in his arms, Luis pulls the drawer of his nightstand and finds a adult pacifier, blue shield with a paw print on the middle. Leon lightly parted his lips so that the plastic nipple could enter his mouth. Luis smiles proudly at how adorable Leon looked.

"There we go. Feeling good buddy?" He asks. Leon nods.

Luis gently wraps his arm under the boy's shoulder, other holds his knees while slowly rocking the already sleepy baby in his chest. "Good boy."

His head rests on top of his clavicle, secure chest keeps his torso close to him. Luis adjuts himself against the pillows, his back resting on them. He rocks the baby in his arms, slowly. He looks down at the boy. So calm in his sleep. Chest rising and falling with each breath, paci pecked in his lips bouncing. Eyelashes kissing his cheeks. What could possibly Luis ask more than this. He couldn't be more grateful.

Finally, comfort. All the solution for his problems were right here. Luis would look after Leon, like he always did. Keeping him safe in his arms scaring away all the bad stuff in the world. His eyes fluster until there was no left strength, and they eventually close. Luis smiles proudly of his boy. His sweet and lovely boy.

Luis brushes a strand of hair from his face, leaning down to leave one last kiss on his crown.

"Sweet dreams mi angelito."

...

[theautisticfroglord]

Songbird

Pairing - William x Yami x reader

Fic Type - hurt-comfort

Warnings - trauma mention, mental breakdowns

Notes - to explain the pairing (do I even call it that?? Pairing usually means two- ), this has william in a poly relationship with you and yami, and I hope i did a good job at writing it :3c also @kray-dragon hello hi

The Captain of the Golden Dawn, William Vangeance, is a powerful man, and he seems to be unfazed by most. Though, he only seems that way on the surface, only to those who aren’t close enough to him. You and Yami, on the other hand, know him all too well. You’re both his partners, and he trusts you both enough to tell you his feelings, and what he has experienced; he’s been through a lot, and that causes his emotions to spiral when he remembers some of the trauma that weighs down upon him at times. He only expresses this in front of you and Yami.

One day, you unsuspectingly walked into the room where William lives, wanting to just relax with your lover. Then, when you walk inside, you notice how something feels off, but you can’t tell what. Suddenly, you realize what’s off when you hear soft, breathless crying coming from his bedroom. You feel startled, and wonder if he’s alright, so you run to where he is to check on him. William didn’t notice you were at his place, but he realized you were when he heard footsteps.

William had locked his door because he felt paranoid. You found this out when you attempted to open the door to his bedroom. When he hears the doorknob jingle, he starts to cry harder. You hear this, and begin to become more concerned. William never showed any signs of distress the day before, and you feel scared that something is terribly wrong.

“Will… dearest, are you alright? Why did you lock the door?” You ask, hoping he hears you. He only responds in incomprehensible sobs and whimpers. You remember that you have a key just in case, so you pull it out of your bag and unlock the door. William sobs and cries out as he hears the door unlocking and the doorknob turns. Once you open the door, you look around his room, and you see him crying on the floor, his knees tucked in his chest.

William looks up at you, flushed with tears and embarrassment that you had to see him in this state. You’ve never seen William this distressed before. You shut the door behind you, and walk up to your partner as he continues to cry uncontrollably. As you sit down, you realize what’s happening; William is stressed from the trauma he’s experienced.

“Hold on, honey, I need to get something,” You whisper, trying to keep him calm as you grab some fluffy blankets from the other side of his room. You also find pillows for him, so you walk back to where he’s sitting. William is still rocking back and forth, tears still streaming down his cheeks; you notice he’s tired from the crying but he still can’t help it.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you, my love,” you whisper, wrapping blankets around him, and placing pillows under him so he feels more comfortable. You place your hand on his face, noting how warm he feels and the way he flinches whenever you touch him in this state. As you lay down next to him and put blankets over yourself as well, you feel sorrowful because of how clearly damaged William is from what’s happened to him. Though, you’re glad that you can check on him and make sure he’s alright whenever he spirals like this.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetness, I love you so much,” you whisper lovingly, kissing him and encouraging him. William shyly wraps his arms around you.

“That’s it, my pretty songbird… I’m here,” you mumble to William, causing him to cry harder. You let him wrap himself around you more, knowing it makes him feel more safe. Petting his hair, you continue to whisper to him as he wails against your shoulder. You feel his tears dampen your shirt as you softly kiss his forehead. William begins to fall asleep due to him calming down a little. His sobs begin to quiet down because of how exhausted he is.

As he falls unconscious, he continues to softly cry and sniffle. You roll onto your side and kiss him sweetly, noticing that he’s still so, so pretty.

“I’m so, so sorry, my darling… I have to get up for a few minutes, I’ll be right back, I swear… just wait for me, lovely,” you mumble, tucking him in a little more as you have him hug the pillows in the same way he was hugging you. After you kiss him on the forehead once more, you leave the room to go to the kitchen. You’re making tea for William to help him calm down when you hear a knock on the door. You answer to see it’s Yami.

“Oh, h-hello, Yami, what are you doing here?” You ask, slightly nervous for him to see William right now.

“Just here to see Goldie, also, what’s that wet spot on your shirt?” Yami chuckles, pointing to the small damp patch.

“Well… I can explain, but… I’m making tea for him right now, can you wait in the kitchen for a moment?” You request, still a little nervous, but you know that Yami wouldn’t judge William for his emotions. You go back into his bedroom, and you kneel down next to him, recognizing that he’s still a little conscious.

“Hey, beautiful… Yami’s here right now…” you whisper calmly to him, letting William know so he doesn’t get startled. As you walk back to the kitchen, you think about how he might actually feel better with both his lovers comforting him through his spiral. Then, you hear the kettle whistling, so you pour the tea into cups, and then pull out a third one from the cupboard for Yami.

“So… do you want any tea?” You ask before you pour into the third cup, looking back at him.

“Yeah, I guess,” he responds. You pour the third cup and place it on a platter, and then gesture Yami to come with you. You both walk to William’s room, and you halt before opening the door.

“Before we go in here, I want to let you know that William’s been going through a lot, and he’s been crying; try to be gentle with him because he needs it right now,” you explained quietly.

“Oh, so that’s why you wouldn’t let me go into his room?” Yami realizes. You nod before opening the door. As you place the tea down on the floor near the blanket pile, Yami observes how pretty William looks after he cries. He sits down next to him, softly touching his damp cheek. William senses that Yami is there, so he opens his eyes a little.

“Yami… Y/N…” he mumbles with a weak and soft smile on his face.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” Yami teases lightly, making William softly chuckle. You smile at how he already made him feel a little better; you realize that your idea was a good one. Sitting down next to William, you cuddle up to him, and Yami does the same.

“I made some tea for you… I love you, honey,” you purr, kissing his neck. You give William the tea cup and he takes a sip, and you can’t help but to blush at how sweet he looks. His cheeks are still flushed from crying. Yami notices this and holds his free hand.

“You alright, Will?” he asks, leaning up to him more. Both you and William notice that Yami’s tone of voice is more gentle and serious than usual.

“I am now, because you’re both here,” he mumbles, looking down into his tea.

“I’m glad that we could make you feel better, sweetheart,” you whisper to him. At first, William thought that being in a relationship with both you and Yami would be a little stressful. Now, he realizes that this relationship has helped him more than he could have thought.

[industriallyinsecure]

Late night calls

(tw: depressive episodes)

Your shaky hand reaches out and fumbles around your nightstand before retrieving your phone. Pulling it under the covers with you, you dial your boyfriend’s number.

He answers with a soft grunt, his words mumbled and slurred to the point of incomprehension. Or maybe he was speaking Sicilian, either way you didn’t understand.

“Rizzo?” You all but whimper, clutching the blanket around you tighter, “Could you come over?”

He yawns, “Is everything alright?”

“I’m okay, I just,” you swallow back a sob, “need to be around someone else right now.”

Risotto hums. There’s some shuffling on his end.

“Give me about ten minutes,” he mumbles.

~

It only took nine. He let himself in like he always did. Through the thin walls of your apartment you could hear him taking his shoes off and placing his keys on the counter.

The door to your bedroom creaks open, revealing the huge hulking figure of Risotto Nero. You peek out from under the duvet. Risotto yawns.

“Do you want tea or anything?” He asks, blinking slowly and rubbing his eyes.

You hold your arms out to him and he understands immediately. Risotto lumbers over and crawls into bed with you, kicking off his pants and discarding his shirt on the floor. He slips under the covers and pulls you close to him. One of his coworkers had joked that you fit together like puzzle pieces, and to a certain extent it was true. His hips and chest always pressed snugly against your backside, arms wrapped around your waist and head resting against yours.

This time, you were curled into his chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head.

“What’s the matter?” He mumbled into your scalp. You shook your head, gripping his arms.

“I don’t really know.”

Risotto hummed.

“I just need you to be here with me”

“Well, I’m here now,” he murmured, pulling to closer, “and I’m not going anywhere.”

Risotto hardly ever spoke, but he always chose his words carefully and made sure he wasn’t misunderstood. And though you knew he never said anything without meaning it, some bitter part wanted to think he was lying. The facts disputed it, because who would answer a call at four in the morning and head over to comfort their significant other but not care about them? You knew Risotto loved you, and that he would tear the world apart just for you, but you still felt as if his words were empty.

You couldn’t face him. Wiggling around in his arms, you turned the other way. How ungrateful. Why were you so ungrateful? Why didn’t you believe him?

He nuzzled the nape of your neck, “I’ve got you.”

Was it because you had been left so many times before? By people who claimed to love you, yet abandoned you when they found a shiny new person to focus all of their attention on?

“Go back to sleep.”

Were you not enough? Would you ever be enough?

Why would he want to be with you? Why was he still with you in the first place?

His hands drifted up to your shoulders, rubbing his thumbs in small circles.

“Hey,” He shook your shoulder, “ look at me.”

Although every atom in your body screamed to not listen to him, you turned back over to face him. His pretty white hair glistened in the soft moonlight that peeked through your curtains. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was frowning. The exhales from his nose tickled your face. A warm hand came up to wipe away tears you didn’t know were there.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” You sucked in a shaky breath. His hand lingered on your cheek for a moment before he took it away to pet your head.

“I wish you could see yourself how I do, could make you love yourself as much as I love you.” He sighed, “But that won’t happen anytime soon.” A brief pause. He clears his throat and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I don’t know what your brain is telling you, but don’t listen to it,” another gentle kiss, “and try to get some sleep.” You curled into his chest, pressing your wet cheeks into the soft skin.

“I love you.”

His arms circled around you, surrounding you with warmth and comfort, “I love you too.”

[circusgoth-dotcom]

Wild Hare

Ship: Jack Torrance x Gabriel Diamond [Childhood Friends AU]

Word Count: 709

Summary: I've debated on posting this but it felt important to this AU. That being said, dead dove / do not eat. There is a scene in the book version of The Shining detailing a flashback to Jack's childhood in which his own father brutally attacks his mother at the dinner table. I don't remember how old it's implied he is in the flashback, but for the purposes of this AU Jack and Gabriel are both teenagers. This oneshot takes place immediately after the attack; Jack runs from home and finds himself in the arms of the only person he's ever felt really understood him, Gabriel Diamond. CWs for themes of domestic abuse, brief mentions of food and blood.

Tag List: @canongf

Jack’s heartbeat thundered in his ears as his socked feet pounded over manicured lawns and against the concrete paths laid beside them. Fear vaulted him over fences and around sheds, his muscles burning, lungs choked for a full breath. He didn’t know where he was going until he was trembling in Gabriel’s arms.

Gabriel had been sitting on his back porch, enjoying the summer evening and blowing bubbles to pass the time, when his partner had thrown himself over the chainlink fence with surprising agility for the speed he was moving at and crashed into his lap.

The plastic bottle of bubble solution tipped on its side, spilling over the wood as Gabriel dropped the accompanying wand, arms instinctively moving to catch and support Jack as he fell. He was sobbing and yelling incomprehensibly, his eyes wide with evident panic.

“Jack, Jack, what happened?? Shh, shh, you’re okay, you’re okay…” Gabriel rambled, pressing his hands firmly down Jack’s back in an effort to bring him back to reality. He’d never seen him in such a state. “Johnny, look at me.” He rarely used the diminutive of Jack’s legal name, but it was the only thing he could think of to get his attention.

Hyperventilating, Jack forced himself to look up at Gabriel, who held his jaw firmly and lovingly. “You gotta tell me what happened or I can’t help you…” Gabriel frowned deeply. “Oh, you’re a mess, let me get you a clean shirt, I think I’ve still got your spirit sweatshirt here… don’t move, alright?”

Swallowing hard, Jack shifted himself to sit on the steps of the porch, avoiding the sticky puddle forming beside them, while Gabriel stood and went inside. He glanced down at his shirt and swallowed again. Flecks of food and blood had dashed him. He groaned and buried his face in his hands, stomach reeling. Gabriel’s hand was on his shoulder. He took off his flannel and put on the sweatshirt he was handed, then reluctantly drank the cool water from the glass placed in his palm. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to keep it down, though he somehow had managed to hold onto what little of his dinner he had finished.

“Don’t tell anybody.” It was the first thing he could mumble to Gabriel, his tongue and teeth not feeling like his own.

“What happened?” Gabriel repeated.

“He beat her. Badly, so badly, this time…”

“Who, Jack??”

“He took his cane and he… that goddamned sonovabitch…”

“Jack…?”

Jack grabbed Gabriel’s shoulders. “My mama’s hurt badly, Gabriel, I don’t know if she’ll make it this time.”

Gabriel paled. “Your father…” Jack nodded, looking away from him. “We should call 911, just to get her some help—”

“No! No. I don’t want to get anyone involved, it’ll just make it worse.”

Sympathetic tears welled up in Gabriel’s eyes as he placed a comforting hand on Jack’s cheek. “Oh, Jack… I’m so sorry… what can I… do you want to stay here…?”

Jack hugged him tightly. His mind was clearing, but fear still filled every part of him. “Yes,” he whispered into Gabriel’s hair.

“Alright… alright… come inside, I’ll explain everything to my dad. You just go lay down in my room, try to… take your mind off things.” Gabriel rubbed his back, then led him inside. Absently, Jack stumbled to his room while Gabriel found his father. He knew Jack had a difficult home life, but they hadn’t spoke about it much, so he tried to explain as best he could. Luckily, his father was willing to accommodate Jack for the time being. Jack curled into a fetal position on Gabriel’s bed while Gabriel set up a sleeping bag on the floor.

“My dad’s fine with you sleeping in here… I won’t make you sleep on the floor, I’m just doing this for looks. We don’t have to talk, but I’m here to listen if you need me. You want anything…?”

“More water,” Jack croaked. Gabriel nodded, left the room and came back again with another glass of water. He half-closed the door and placed the glass on his bedside table before laying down beside Jack, who pulled him tightly against him, burying his face in his chest. I want to go home.

[pool-floatie]

Tall Tales: Part 5

Ok, I know its been a while since someone with style treated hell to a broadcast~ (NoT sorry for the reference) but you guys are going to love this chapter, should be longer than others and im just really proud of it, ok? Please enjoy 💖

-Ahhhhhh no nonononooo-

Jace couldnt believe he'd done it again, he'd made this poor human have a damn breakdown.

-you just had to tease it, huh? Its gonna hate you forever.-

Jace reaches down, the humans body tenses at his touch. Jace ignores the reaction and pets the little thing, stroking up and down its back in soothing circles, he stands up and begins the walk back, jace hears its small incomprehensible mumbles between sobs, 'put me down' and 'leave me alone' are probably among them.

Av shifts, now laying on side, still curled up. Heaving breaths and sobs rack its body. Jace winces, cringing at himself, knowing he caused this, he teased and tormented it a-and /hurt/ it . . .

"Hey.." jace whispered

He got no response, the human continued to shiver and sob, their eyes looking distant.

". . . Av?" jace questioned

"Avril are you alright ?"

They gave no indication that they could even hear Jace. The giants eyebrows raised in panic, not completely sure what to do....

Avril stared into the darkness of their hands, still shaking though they barely realised it. They spiraled through the thoughts of the past few hours of being manhandled, bruised, dropped and terrified to the point of blackout. There was no good ending in sight.

Jace finally arrived back at the camp, gently setting the human down on a rock.

Avril took a while to realise where they were, trying to distance themself from the memories, and from spiraling back into panic. They took shuddery breaths, in, hold, and out like they'd been taught. Eventually they were able to see their surroundings.

Wrapping their arms around themself, av looked around nervously. The fire was smaller now, mostly hot coals, and now set up with the jug of a water tower hanging over it, suspended by branches.

Of course the giant was none too far. He sat still across from av, focusing on something in his hands. Strangely, he also looked nervous.

"hey, um, here you go-" he mumbled, rolling the human a, now boiled, potato.

Av blinked at the food, then, picking it up and finding it cooked, took a bite.

It was still hot, and cooked thuroughly, the inside was soft to bite through and it tasted delicious.

Av was glad to have good food, they glanced nervously up at the giant. Thay took another bite, yes this was ... really good.

".. thanks"

Jace barely heard the whispered gratitude, but immediately perked up hearing the human speak. Looking down, they were still munching the meal, and trying to avoid eye contact, but they were ok. Jace sighed in relief.

The pair ate in scilence, avril still looking warily around the small camp, at anything but Jace. They finished the quickly cooling food and finally looked nervously up at the giant who had been patiently waiting for them to finish their meager meal.

"done ?" he asked quietly.

Avril only nodded.

"okaaay." Jace said awkwardly.

"um I think it would be best to get some rest.. Its a bit late.." jace trailed.

Avril conceded with a nod, their body weak and tired from the insane day they had. They let out an inaudible whine as the titan reached for them. Nudged into a gentle palm, Avril tried to relax, breathing out a long sigh.

Casting their eyes to the massive face above them, they couldn't see any trace of malice on the giants dimly lit features.

Jace looked down to the little being in his palm with a hint of guilt, but he was glad they seemed more relaxed. Staring into those big eyes that looked up at him withcuriosity and nervousness made his heart melt.

" hey, its ok..." jace said, feeling that he should fill the awkward scilence.

"mhmm.." the human replied dejectedly, looking back down.

Jace sighed, lowering himself to the ground by the dying fire, hoping to soak up the waning warmth of the coals as the night stretched on, he put on his jacket, swapping the human between hands as he did so, before laying on his back.

Avril was slid off the giants hand onto his vast chest, taking a moment to get their bearings, they lay down and curled their legs up to their chest in an effort to preserve warmth.

A shadow loomed above avril, causing them a bit of panic before a massive hand engulfed them in it's squishy warmth. It's weight held the human down a bit, making it hard to move, Avril supposed that was intentional.

Shifting their pose to lay more comfortably under the compressing palm , av begrudgingly snuggled into the large warm chest below them.

They could hear the giant's massive heartbeat slightly above where they were laying, it beat slowly, rhythmically, lulling av into a deep sleep.