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flowers she gave him pt. 1
A/N: Hi loves!! So excited to finally share this story that has been brewing in my head for what feels like forever. I havenât posted any of my writing publicly for years! So this is a big step for me, and I just couldnât keep these thoughts to myself any longer. I want to say the biggest thank you to @luiscarrutherss and @galarian-weezing-on-prep for not only reading the early draft but making me feel excited to write and share my story. Also my girlfriend for helping me edit and watching succession. This will be a friends to lovers slow burn, so if thatâs your jam like mine stick around! Anyways, enjoy mwah!
The floor was silent. Most people had gone home hours ago, the lights off in most offices. It was always so odd this time of night â looking out over all the different worlds happening just below, life continued on so vividly yet it felt so stiff and halted here.
It wasnât the plan to have been here this late. Really he should have picked you up hours ago, the dinner reservation that had been made earlier this week now way past check in.
The reservation was Romanâs idea. Maybe a poor attempt at an apology, the only way a Roy knew how to apologize â dance around it yet never letting it fully resolve. You were used to it by now, a lifetime of Roman had made you well familiar. Yet this time felt different. Roman for once in his life was being distant, independent. He would blame it on work, family, stress, but you knew him better than that.
Tearing your eyes from the window, you look at your phone. Still nothing from Roman, not even a heads up that he would be an hour late to the aforementioned reservation. The thought of sending another ignored text filled you with a sense of irritation. Why wait here when you could see him face to face?
Without a second thought you haphazardly throw your things into your bag, muttering softly to yourself. The lights of your borderline clinical office flick off as you shut the door.
The way to Romans office was nearly tattooed in your brain from years of walking back and forth. Though your office was just down the hall, tonight it felt like a dreadful journey into unfamiliar territory. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go.
Turning the corner you could see him through the thick glass walls. He was staring at his computer, full attention to whatever was on the screen. You swear you had never seen him work so hard in his life⊠or at least pretend to work this hard. With a soft sigh, you walk into the office and stop in front of his desk, his eyes not once glancing from the screen.
âLate night?â The tone of your voice is dry, maybe a bit sarcastic. You werenât used to this Roman, the detached, focused type. He had always been clingy, willing to throw his work down as soon as you had walked in.
Even standing directly in front of him, his eyes still never move from the screen. Moving his free hand from the desk to run through his already tousled hair, he hums softly, not bothering to give a full response.
Another sigh leaves your mouth and you turn to take a seat on the piece of foam covered in velvet they called a couch, there more for decor than actual comfort.
~~~
While your back is turned, Romanâs eyes glance quickly to you. The perfect image of a long day, he watched as you slowly dropped your bag without a thought. The whole day he had fought the urge to text you and watched the minutes tick past the planned reservation. He didnât understand why he was doing this, pushing you away and trying to hurt you. Yet he felt like he was the only one hurting here.
As quick as his eyes lingered on you they were back on the screen, looking at the same report sheet he had been rereading for over an hour now. The sight of you settling on the couch out of the corner of his eye made his brows furrow softly. Why was he doing this again?
âUh, ya know, Dad had me do some stuff.â He mumbles softly in response, his voice high in octave and almost tense. God, he didnât even believe himself. He rips the hand in his hair down and begins to rapidly type something on the computer, trying his best to sell his stupid âbusyâ act. You werenât buying it, but it was unspoken that you and Roman never really did feelings â maybe that's why you were still so close.
~~~
Sighing, you pull your phone out and slip off the uncomfortable shoes you were wearing. It seems like Roman wonât be finished anytime soon, so neither will you.
The two of you work in a tense but comfortable silence, you clearing old emails and roman rapidly slamming keys. It was routine, though it didnât keep you from noticing that what was once so familiar was now slowly changing. The silence still comfortable, yet more deafening than before.
âWe had a reservation for tonight, did you forget?â Your voice breaks the silence, addressing the elephant in the room. Panning your view to roman, you can tell the question makes him squirm. The vein on his forehead bulged, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the screen.
You wait to hear some poor excuse, something around how it wasnât his fault or to fuck off⊠but it never comes. Roman just continues to slam on the keys, the discomfort only growing on his face.
Sitting up, you nearly roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time of the night. You didnât have time to waste sitting twiddling your thumbs to expect a coherent response from Roman when he obviously wasn't interested in giving you one. Slipping on your tight shoes, you grab your bag and rise wordlessly.
You look at Roman, hoping for something. For him to look at you, acknowledge that you were here for him. His eyes remained glued to the screen, though it seems like there is a deeply rooted panic there. 5...10âŠ30 seconds go by and he does nothing.
The voice in your head repeating a mantra of fuck this over and over finally wins, and you turn to the door to leave. Though it hurt, you were tired of this back and forth. That, and your bed sounded much more appealing than the stone couch.
~~~
The second you leave Romans office, his eyes tear from the screen to your disappearing figure. The feeling of panic that had been bubbling in his chest all week started to explode into a deeper fear â you were walking away. He knew he deserved it, but still â what the fuck? Part of him thinks to leave you be and ignore your texts again, but his heart is screaming at him to follow you, chase after you and stop pushing you away like he had been for weeks.
He rises from his desk, leaving his computer unlocked and hastily makes it over to where youâd gone off to.
~~~
It feels like the elevator is taking forever on purpose. Maybe to taunt you for waiting for Roman, or maybe because deep down you had hoped he would come after you. Still, you waited for the doors to open so you could forget about today and the weird feeling in your chest at your best friend ignoring you. Why did it feel like you might actually lose him this time? Roman had seen you through your worst, and youâd seen him through his. But this dynamic was new, and didnât feel like something you could recover from.
Finally, the high pitched ding breaks you from your thoughts, the doors sliding open to the luxury elevator awaiting you. Stepping in, you scan your badge and wait to be taken to ground level once again. Wine sounded good tonight, lots of it.
The doors begin to close, but before they can shut a hand is shoved between them, forcing them to open. Roman. He was there, face slightly flushed. It was funny, because Roman had never been the one to chase after you originally.
~~~
The sun felt hot â almost scorching. It was the end of June and finally it was starting to feel like summer in the hamptons. The backyard seemed to stretch on forever and was decked in long tables covered in lavish meals. This was a yearly event Logan held for his âpartnersâ and their families â It was for the people who knew where the bodies were hidden. The whole âget awayâ was to keep them close.
Though the event was mostly filled with adults, a few children were scattered around. A boy almost in his older teens, one a few years younger doing his best to fit in with the adults. An even younger boy with messy hair and big eyes, a young girl with fiery red hair, and lastly another girl who didnât really fit in with the others. Yet that didnât stop her from trying.
âRoman! Look at this â it's a worm!â You held out the stick with a worm dangling from it, the soft blue dress hanging on your tiny frame most definitely ruined. The wide grin on your face only grew as Romans eyes widened in disgust as he turned in the opposite direction. You would only start to chase after him again in response, as you had all afternoon.
This was a game between just you and Roman â you bugged, poked, nagged, and in response he would run away, gag, and ignore. For some reason your tiny brain just never got the memo that he couldnât stand you. Things were easier back then. Innocent.
The sound of a loud bell stops you in your steps, Roman halting ahead of you. Dinner time. Placing the worm gently back to the ground you follow the children you came to know as the Roys.
The feeling of eyes on you from your parents and other bodies burnt like fire on your skin as you approached the dinner table. You hadnât meant to dirty the dress, but running through the vast yard with the people you called âfriendsâ had made you forget â forget that this was a performance, and that you needed to set a good example so that your family could stand out. Your mother would have words to say about this later.
Each child slid into their assigned seat at their own table away from the adult conversations happening at the other, longer table. You couldnât help but feel a little relieved â you didnât fully understand that whole world yet at the ripe age of 5, but you knew enough to be bored. Shiv felt the same way you did, her face more relaxed now than it had been at the sound of the ringing bell.
Romanâs seat was the one next to yours, and it was made obvious by the soft groan that left his mouth when he saw the tag of his name next to yours. Dramatically, he pulled his chair from the table, each action over dramatized and nearly throwing his body into the seat. Though the sour look didn't last long on his face as his eyes panned over to you and your dirty blue dress.
âMommy and Daddy wonât be very happy with that, now will they?â The sour look fades from his face, a devilish grin replacing it. His tone is teasing and rude. It wasnât anything new with Roman, though. The only attention he spared to give you was the more unpleasant kind. But it didnât stop your obsession with trying to break him down and play with you.
You return his comment with a pout and look away from him, your hands finding themselves busy undoing the neatly folded table napkin at your place setting. Gently your fingers pull it apart, corner by corner. Finally you place it gently on your lap, your head high as you reply. âIt was an accident. Maybe if you played nice, I wouldn't be messy.â
Roman was almost surprised with the response he was met with, a little smirk filled his lips. He couldnât help but feel put in his place. He nodded to himself, taking the napkin and ripping the cloth out of its fold. Vastly different from the way you had done it with so much meaning. Maybe you werenât as annoying as Roman thought.
The dinner was pretty tame. The children made soft conversation about various topics â the summer vacations they had planned, the extracurriculars, the movies they wanted to see. While the adults stuck to business conversation, how it always was and would be. It felt nice though, for once being around other children who somewhat understood your lifestyle. That, and it was a lot better than the company of your au pair.
After dinner, you find yourself with Shiv in the garden playing a game of fairies while running around the well maintained garden of roses. The sound of your feet against the gravel and shared giggles is all that can be heard â a pure moment of childhood innocence. Your dress slowly changed into one more brown than blue, Shivâs own dress dirtying as well. It didnât matter though, because for once you were just girls playing.
Loganâs booming voice rips you and Shiv from the moment. You canât make out anything he is saying, but the both of you know it can't be good. You look to Shiv but her eyes are already on your face, wide and crystal blue. Then you hear it clear as day, the only word that mattered. Roman.
Looking around, you find a flower from one of the many bushes and pluck it gently, making sure to not damage any petals. You didnât know Roman well yet but you knew well enough that this was normal. The sound of Logan's booming voice most times directed at him, as he seemed to always be the easiest target. Though, there was something about this time that felt worse than the others.
Without a second thought you run off, away from Shiv and the flower garden, carefully cradling the small white flower in your palm. The soft sound of sniffling guiding where to go, eventually leading you to the side of the oversized house.
There he was â sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, and a hand holding his cheek in pain. The spitting image of a kicked puppy.
This was worse than the other times.
Wordlessly you sit next to Roman, eyes not daring to look at him, but glued to the wall with ivy overgrowing. Before Roman can protest or run away, you bring the small white flower into view. A smile fills your lips before placing the flower onto his knee with all the care in the world.
That was the moment everything changed.
~~~
The elevator doors open fully and Roman steps into it with you. Your name falls from his lips as his hands comb through his hair for the umpteenth time that night. âLookâ Fuck. Letâs just grab dinner, okay? Thereâs gotta be someplace still open and half edible around the block.â
You can tell he is trying his best to contain his expression and stay in control of the moment, but he's failing. Miserably.
His hazel eyes watery and nearly pleading, begging you to look at him and forgive him for being a total ass.
Looking him up and down, you hesitate. Maybe to make him sweat or to make him feel how you did all day, you werenât sure.
âWherever we go, I want hashbrowns.â You tear your eyes away from roman and click the button that would take you to the lobby. Immediately there is air in the elevator again, Romanâs pleading eyes vanishing. He always seemed to get his way with you.
#roman roy#roman roy x reader#roman roy x you#kieran culkin#Kieran culkin characters#succession#succession hbo#succession fanfiction
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having a smart friend whos into math is so cool because twice now she would tell me about some math thing shes doing in college and i understand like 0.1% of it but i love her a lot so i willingly let mysef look at college for smart people math and work whatever part of my brain thats left to engaged as much as i can
#like its so cool#i understand nothing but youre willing to share it to me anyway#so i do my best to understand whatever i can and put it into words#because goddamnit i love you girl youre so cool#i told her this every time and it never felt like its enough#like#i love you!!!#you deserve so much of the world!!!#we barely talk in 3 weeks or something but everytime we do im filled with love for you!!!#i did great with summarizing it with her explanation i think#she told me i did >:)#anyway frye need to fucking win this splatfest#no way a furry and a fish dick can win over aliens#oh may the jp playerbase pick aliens#they literally went all in on white choco last time#i am not smart#brain is small#but heart#is big#...#she will never fully understand how much i love her ugh why cant feelings be visual so i can sent it to her#friends r nice to have they give me doubt about myself when im not around them but then we talk and its like !!!#i was being dumb!!!#one day this blog will actually have a lot of content#and then i will have to willingly sort thru all of it#and i will see this again and reminded myself of how much my friends means to me again#a cruel cycle(waiting for that day)
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Peace & Quiet [& Sirius]
Regulus Black x mute!reader [gn] who speaks with Regulus for the first time
request: Regulus Black x mute reader and she's quiet so she can talk, and her speech is excellent, she just chooses not to talk until maybe one day studying she let's it slip and he heard by @simps-for-to-many-people
CW: selective mutism
Regulus Black was a very self-serving person, and he was more than happy to admit that.
Nothing that Regulus did was coincidental, accidental, or unplanned; he had a motive for every action he took, and there was meaning behind everything that he did.Â
Like now, for example; he was very pointedly not sitting with his friends in the middle of the library, but rather in a far secluded corner near a fireplace and a bookshelf containing tomes on the reproductive patterns of frost snails.
In essence, no one was coming back here for books or otherwise.
But that wasnât why he was sitting back here.
It was likely why you were sitting back here, which was decidedly why Regulus was, too.Â
Heâd asked first, of course; he was a gentleman afterall. And youâd offered him half a smile and a quick nod before quickly returning to your notes.
Regulus liked that about you.
You were a quiet sort - and not only because you didnât talk, because Regulus was certain that even if you did make a habit of speaking, youâd likely be nearly just as quiet.
It didnât appear to him that you couldnât speak, but rather just that you didnât.Â
And Regulus couldnât blame you, there werenât very many people in this castle worth conversing with anyways.
That didnât stop him from trying to converse with you, however.
He made sure to say hello when he saw you, and always asked if your day was going well, or if you were finding class difficult; the likes.
He never got more than a nod or a smile, and that was enough.
So, here he was sitting in the farthest, darkest corner of the library with the quietest seat partner as he enjoyed the view.
And if it wasnât clear by now, the view Regulus so enjoyed was you.Â
Youâd not shared more than a smile and nod with him in the years of classes you shared together, yet somehow Regulus seemed to find a kindred spirit in you.
A soul aching for solitude and silence, for patience and understanding, for space and peace.
He certainly found those things with you.
He hoped that you felt the same about him, or perhaps that you could bring yourself to find the same in him.
For now, though, Regulus was happy to reap the benefits of your presence for as long as you were willing to share them with him.Â
âThere you are, Reggie! My favourite brother!â Regulus heard the unmistakable sound of Siriusâ voice as it permeated his (and, rather unfortunately, your) quiet sanctuary.
Regulus could kill him.Â
âIâm your only brother, you sod.â Regulus hissed as Sirius plopped himself down on the bench beside him, either ignorant to or in spite of the lack of enthusiasm at his arrival.Â
âAnd Iâm your only brother, donât you think you ought to be nicer to me? Hi, L/N.â Sirius replied, greeting you quickly as he turned back to his brother. âListen, I need a favour.â
âNo.â
âReggie.â
âDonât call me that.â
âPlease.âÂ
âI said no.â Regulus bit out.
âYou donât even know what Iâm going to ask.â Sirius pouted, resulting in an awkwardly long staring match between the two brotherâs before Regulus finally sighed.
âWhat?â
âI need the password to the Slytherin dungeons.â
âAre you out of your sodding mind!?â
âYou donât know what itâs for!â Sirius argued.
âItâs for a prank.â Regulus responded resolutely, causing Siriusâ expression to fall just as he was about to start another sales pitch.
âOkay, so maybe you do know what it's for, but thatâs not the point!â
"That's exactly the point."
"But-"
âIâm not giving you the password to my common room, Sirius.â Regulus stated with finality as Sirius groaned and let his head fall to the table in front of him with a thump.Â
âYouâre mean, you know that? Heâs mean; why do you hang out with him, L/N? You could do so much better.â
âWhat? Like you?â You responded quickly, not bothering to look up from your notebook to see the absolute astounded faces of both Regulus and Sirius Black, and the satisfied smirk on Remus Lupinâs face as he sidled up behind the two brothers.Â
âI knew I liked you, L/N.â Remus said as he shot you a wink and placed a conciliatory hand on his boyfriendâs shoulder. âSo, you failed to get the password and had your arse handed to you?â
Sirius harrumphed as Regulus let out a very uncharacteristic bark of laughter.
Neither Sirius nor Remus missed the satisfied smile that graced your lips at the sound.Â
âThatâs alright, Pads; thereâs always plan B.â
âWhatâs plan B?â Regulus asked cautiously.Â
âThatâs for us to know and you to find out, dear brother.â Sirius announced as he stood and ruffled Regulusâ curls before turning to stalk away from the table, throwing a hasty ânice chatting, L/Nâ over his shoulder before he disappeared around the corner.
âButâŠâ Remus continued once he knew Sirius was out of ear shot. âMaybe donât eat breakfast tomorrow at the Slytherin table.â
âThanks Lupin.â Regulus grumbled, equal parts exhausted by his brotherâs antics and grateful for Remusâ warning.Â
âLater Black, L/N.â He called as he followed after Sirius.Â
Regulus turned back towards the table to see you staring intently at your notes, though you seemed to be doing little more than fiddling with your quill.Â
âThat was impressive; itâs usually impossible to shut my brother up like that.â He offered carefully, hopefully, eagerly.
Gods, he was a mess.Â
You smiled and looked up at him through your lashes. âHe was killing our vibes.â You replied in barely a whisper.
Regulus chuckled disbelievingly; not only did you feel comfortable enough to speak to him or in front of him, but that comfort seemed to extend to the likes of his brother and his brotherâs boyfriend.Â
And you felt like the two of you had vibes, and that Sirius was a threat to those vibes.
Surely he was dreaming? Hallucinating? This couldnât be real?
But there you were, sitting across from him as you so often were, looking at him shyly and hopefully and very much real; Regulus felt as though the two of you were on the brink of something.
âI agree; I enjoy your company very much, if Iâm being honest."
You smiled at him again -Â and it was a more open smile this time, less hopeful and more grateful, less shy and more confident - quickly signing what Regulus knew to be the BSL sign for âme tooâ.Â
Feeling quite vindicated, Regulus finally pulled his gaze away from you and smiled down at his notebook. âThatâs great to hear, because I may need to keep you on standby for the next time my brother starts harassing me.â
And Regulus was certain heâd be hearing the sound of your laughter in all of his sweetest dreams going forward.Â
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#regulus black#regulus black x reader#regulus black x you#the marauders#the black brothers#black brothers#regulus black imagine#regulus black ficlet#regulus black blurb#regulus black fic#ellecdc fics
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i read every single one of your works in one sitting and oh my god. your mind. your words. you're easily one of the best writers on this hellsite. it should be a crime you don't have more followers because your writing is criminally underrated
i saw you were taking requests and i don't want anything too specific but there isn't that much ace content and i really miss my man. a bit of hurt/comfort bc i love pain and then kissing it better
i was thinking something along the line of your Follow Through work (sorry if it feels repetitive but i live for this type ace content) but really I'll be happy with whatever you put out just have fun and go to town with it <3
Ahhh thank you so much this is so sweet đđ I only started posting really recently so receiving sweet messages like this feels so unreal honestly, it just makes my heart so full. I loved writing this, I always love writing sweet stuff for Ace, so thank you for giving me an excuse to write something in this vein again! I hope you like it đ
Blinders On
Pairing: Ace x Reader
SFW
Summary: You're in love with Ace. Everybody seems to know this but him. Warnings: Fluff, Miscommunication, A Little Self Loathing, Very Little Hurt/Lots of Comfort Word Count: 2.2k
You really canât tell if Ace is politely rejecting you, or if he simply doesnât understand your advances. Youâre being terribly obvious, enough so that the rest of the ship (and probably the entire rest of the fleet) are well aware, teasing you for it at any given opportunity. If you have to hear one more man making obnoxious smooching noises whenever you two walk past youâre going to throttle someone.
âItâs honestly getting pathetic at this point.â
âYeah, it hurts to see someone put their pride on the line like this with no reward in sight. Bring a tear to my eye, really.â
Their voices are teasing, not cruel, but your shoulders tense anyway. You hate feeling pathetic. If he just turned you down, you would be more than willing to just lick your wounds and move on, no matter how hard it hurt. But he never did. He never pulled away, or pushed you further from him. He just never pulled you closer, either. You were left in limbo, treading the line between friend and lover, never crossing to either side.
âWhatâs got you frowning like that?â You jump when you feel two fingers at the edges of your lips, gently forcing them into a smile. Ace is in front of you, nearly nose to nose, and you can see the candlelight dancing in his eyes and painting his cheeks a gentle orange. He looks beautiful, as always, as he grins at you. âThatâs better. Now you try again without my help.â
You force your mouth into a smile despite yourself.
âThere we go.â He laughs quietly, and you can feel his warm breath on your face. Heâs horribly, unbearably close, close enough that you would barely have to move to feel his lips against yours. The urge is overwhelming, but you canât let yourself, so you scoot back slightly, smile growing a bit shakier.
He frowns a bit, something unnamed flashing in his eyes, before he leans a little further back as well. âCare to share what made you so upset? You were glaring a hole into the table.â
âOh itâsâŠitâs nothing big. Donât worry about it.â You frankly would rather throw yourself overboard than look Ace in the eye that you were sitting here pathetically pining over him.
He frowns deeper. âYou know you can always share with me, right? Iâm a good listener, I swear.â A mocking laugh explodes behind him from a nearby eavesdropper, and he leans forward before muttering, âIâm good at listening to you, at least.â
Your cheeks heat. You donât want to embarrass yourself like this, but heâs looking at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes, and maybe this could be a chance for you to finally figure out how he feels about you. âWellâŠitâs justâŠâ your eyes slide to the several crewmates visibly listening in. âCan we talk in private?â
âOf course!â Heâs on his feet instantly, offering you his hand to help you up. He pulls you up as though you weigh nothing, and while that makes your stomach flutter a bit, itâs nothing compared to the way he keeps a hold on your hand while leading you away. You can feel the heat radiating from him, every callus on his hand, the way his fingers lightly rub against the back of your hand. It takes all of your self control not to melt.
He leads you to his room, leading to wolf whistles from some passersby, and you internally groan at all of the comments youâre going to get after this. But he gently sets you on his bed before kicking off his boots and sitting next to you, on his knees, looking at you expectantly. âIs this good?â
âYeah, thanks, Ace.â He gives a blinding smile at that, terribly pleased to have helped. âSo Iâve been dealing withâŠan issue, lately.â
He nods, urging you onward.
âSo thereâs this guyâŠâ
He winces, the expression so quick you almost miss it.Â
âAnd Iâve been trying to figure out how he feels about me.â You curl in on yourself a little tighter. âBut I genuinely canât tell if heâs noticed how I feel and he just doesnâtâŠfeel the same, or if he somehow doesnât know.â This is terrifying, laying it all bare, but if it leaves a chance for something else, something better, isnât it worth it to be brave?
But Ace remains silent. His face is frozen halfway between shock and despair, staring at you with wide eyes. You blink at him, confused, and gently reach forward to take his hand. âAce?â
He flinches when you touch him. âAh! Um, sorry. Advice. You wanted advice.â
âIf youâre willing? You donât have to.â
âNo, IâI can.â He seems flustered, but you canât really tell which part of this shook him. You try to brace yourself for oncoming rejection, just in case. â...You really donât know if he feels the same?â
âI have absolutely no idea. And nobody else Iâve asked does, either.â
Another flash of hurt, the frown of a kicked puppy. âYou went to other people before me?â
You rush to correct. âThey came to me. I think they felt bad for me, honestly. The entire ship has noticed and they canât tell if he likes me either, and a lot of people have been making fun of me about it. So a few people asked me if I was alright.â
He furrows his brow. âPeople have been making fun of you? Who?â
âAlmost everyone, really. You didnât notice?â
âNo, I didnât.â His expression shifts to something close to guilt. âHow long has this been going on?â
âAboutâŠa year or so?â
âYou only joined the crew a little more than a year ago.â
âYeah.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â You canât keep the exhaustion from your tone. You want to say it hasnât taken a toll on you, that you let it roll off your back, but the weight has been resting on your shoulders, dragging you further and further down. Itâs only a matter of time before you snap entirely. âItâsâŠitâs a bit much, sometimes. But the only way to get them to stop is to stop trying to get him to notice me, and if I stop that he never will. And I think heâs worth all of it, really.â
âHm. IâmâŠsure he is.â You can hear the sting in his voice, like cold water on an open wound. âHe has to be, for you to want him so badly.â
âHeâs the best man Iâve ever met.â You canât keep the affection from your voice, or the warmth from your cheeks as you shyly peer at Ace through your lashes. You canât place the faraway look in his eyes, hazy and unfocused.
âHe better be.â He clenches his jaw briefly before relaxing it, closing his eyes and shutting you out. You see his fingers digging into his thighs as he turns away from you and takes a deep breath. âYou should just tell him, Iâm sure heâll reciprocate. Heâd be an idiot if he didnât.â His voice is strained, sounding like thereâs an unshakable weight on his chest.
âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine, sweetheart. Donât worry about it. You should tell that bastard how you feel.â
âBastard?â
You can see every muscle in his back tense as he continues to face away from you. âDid I say bastard? I meant lucky bastard.â
âItâŠdoesnât sound like you did.â
âHow could he be anything less than lucky, to have someone like you?â
He really isnât getting it. Even now, he just doesnât fucking get it. âAre you mad at me, Ace? Or him, I guess?â
âIâm not mad,â he snaps, unconvincingly. âIâm notâŠIâm not upset. It would be ridiculous for me to be upset, I have no reason to be. Not with you, or with whoever it is. That would be silly. And Iâm not. Silly.â
â...Right.â
Are you going to have to spell this out for him?
âAnd since Iâm so definitely not-at-all mad, can I know who it is? So I know who to congratulate later.â
You sigh. âYou really have no idea?â
â...I think I might have one.â
You lean forward a bit, trying to angle around him to look him in the eye, but you accidentally brush your chest with his back and he jumps, scrambling away before turning around to face you. âWho do you think it is, Ace?â
âIs it Marco?â
What?
âWhat?â
âIs itâŠis it not Marco?â He furrows his brow.
âIâno. Itâs not Marco.â
âThatch then?â
âNo! Oh my god.â
âIzou? Orââ
âItâs you, Ace!â
His eyes go wide and he freezes. âItâsâŠme?â
âYes.â
He absolutely lights up like a firework with the biggest, most sincere grin youâve ever seen. âItâs me?â He leans forward, close enough that you can see every fleck of color in his dark eyes. âItâs me? Really? You mean it?â
âWho else could it possibly be?â You canât keep the hint of laughter out of your voice at the idea you could love anybody but Ace, as though any man you had ever met could beat him for best.Â
Before you know it, his arms are around you, his comforting weight pressing you into the bed beneath you. âI didnât think it could ever be me.â
Your arms wrap around him in turn, pulling his head into your neck as he presses his nose into you. âWhy couldnât it be you? Youâre amazing, Ace.â
âI canât believe you believe that.â His voice is soft as he pulls himself apart for a second, allows himself to fall into your embrace and forget the world. âI didnât think you could want me. I already didnât get how you could like me, let alone more. Youâre soâŠeverything and Iâm soâŠme.â
âI donât think thereâs anything in the world better to be than you.â
Thereâs a wetness pressing into your neck, but you donât comment. âNo one has ever said that to me before. I donâtâŠI donât understand how I tricked you, butââ
âPortgas D Ace. You didnât trick me. I just saw you for who you were, and I loved you because of it. Not in spite of it, not because I somehow didnât see it. Because youâre you, and I donât know what could be better than that.â
âAlmost anything else?â He mutters it weakly. âI really hoped you wouldâŠwould think about me like I think about you. I just didnât think it was possible. Was it really that obvious?â
âEvery single person on this ship knew before you did. Someone was making fun of me for it at breakfast, directly in front of you, and you still didnât notice. It was really just because you didnât think I could like you?â
âIt genuinely didnât seem like a possibility to me. I figured I was just going to be pining after you for the rest of my life, yâknow? Have to see you find someone else as wonderful as you are and run off together, and pretend I was happy for you. Which I sort of would be, I guess. I want you to be happy. And I didnât think I could do that for you.â He pulls out of your neck, and you can see his eyes are glistening, a few stray tears making their way down his freckled cheeks. He looks you in the eye, while his own filled with a strange mix of affection and self loathing. âStill donât, really. But Iâll try.â
You cup his cheeks in your hands, gently brushing away his tears. âNo one else could make me happier than you, Ace. I know that for sure. You are the kindest, brightest, most wonderful man I know. You have no idea how amazing you are, how you inspire the people around you. Youâre so loved, and itâs not because you managed to pull the wool over everybodyâs eyes, or anything silly like that. Itâs because you deserve it.â You lean up, lips brushing softly against his before you pull back again to speak. His lips chase yours, making you giggle. âYou deserve every bit of it, Ace. And if you donât believe me Iâll just have to show you. Every day, until it sticks.â
âAnd if it does?â His voice is nothing but a whisper as he stares at you like youâre the greatest treasure on the seas. âWill you stop if it sticks?â
âNo way in hell. Iâll double down. Triple down, even.â
He gives you a shy grin. âGuess Iâll have to figure out the truth pretty fast, then. Iâd like to see what double this looks like.
âI guess you will.â
The next kiss takes your breath away. It makes the teasing you and Ace are sure to receive when you leave the cabin worth it a million times over. But right now there isnât a crew jeering at you. The only thing in the world right now is Ace, on top of you, his warmth enveloping you as he kisses you like heâs been waiting a thousand years to do it.
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Friend-zoned? - Alhaitham x f!reader
Summary: How many Akademiya guys does it take to figure out whether or not you've friend-zoned Alhaitham? After discussing how strong he is, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari analyze his relationship with you. Things get interesting when you join their table.
Other info: fluff and humor :D, female reader, my extension of the conversation in Alhaitham's character demo because I loved the guys' interactions there so much
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"Essentially, more time on contemplation, less time on execution," Alhaitham tells them. "Simple, isn't it?"
"... Not really," Tighnari and Cyno reply.
"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have brought this up with you," Kaveh complains.
"I thought my answer was quite engrossing," Alhaitham says. He raises his hand. "Boss, this is good wine. I'll have the same please."
Kaveh swirls his cup. "Well, he has at least one weakness," he comments.
"Do tell," Cyno says.
"He's had the same crush for years," Kaveh tells them. "The guy's completely smitten."
"You can't be serious," says Cyno.
"Why is that so surprising?" Alhaitham says. "It makes less sense that I wouldn't be attracted to her."
"See what I mean?" says Kaveh. "You should see how he is around her. He practically treats her like a queen."
"I have a hard time believing that," Cyno says, crossing his arms.
"Stop exaggerating," Alhaitham tells Kaveh. "I just treat her the way she should be treated."
Kaveh only laughs at his answer.
"I thought you didn't like social interaction," says Cyno. "Or had any friends for that matter."
"It's not tiring to be around her," he says. "She's different."
"Of course she is," says Kaveh.
"Well this is interesting," says Tighnari. "What is she like?"
"We've known each other since we were kids. She was mature for her age. She did things like helping me resolve issues I had with others to keep the peace, making sure other kids didn't bother me while I was reading⊠Also, comforting me whenever I got discouragedâŠ"
"You? Discouraged?" Kaveh scoffs.
"Yes? I'm only human you know," Alhaitham simply replies. "Anyway, you get the picture."
"That seems reasonable," says Tighnari.
"So it's one-sided?" Cyno asks. "As far as I can tell, you're still single."
"No," says Alhaitham, crossing his arms. "It's not one-sided."
"You're kidding me, right?" Kaveh says. "Are we even talking about the same person?"
Tighnari raises a brow.
"Every time she introduces him to another woman, she's a little too obvious with sharing why they'd be good for Alhaitham," Kaveh explains, "as if she's trying to sell them off to him."
"Don't be so dramatic," Alhaitham says. "She's not selling anyone."
"If that's the case, then why are you sure she likes you?" asks Cyno.
"Well for one, she comes by often to check how I'm doing."
"Perhaps she simply thinks you're incompetent at your job," Kaveh chides.
"Two," he continues, ignoring him. "She's always willing to hear about the latest book I'm reading, no matter how boring others think of it."
"HmmâŠ" Tighnari mumbles. "I can understand that."
"And threeâŠ" Alhaitham puts down his cup. "Whenever she reaches out for my hand, like when she wants to comfort me, she stops short of actually holding it."
"She does?" asks Kaveh.
"Interesting. So it seems that while she does display some sort of affection for you," says Tighnari, "perhaps she just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."
"So you're doubting my conclusion?"
"I'm simply saying it's difficult to judge based on the evidence you've provided. We may need to observe the two of you for ourselves."
Alhaitham sighs. This isn't going anywhere.
"Does she have any reason to not want to date you?" Cyno asks. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were overly critical of her, commenting on her every action."
"I give her nothing but compliments. She knows I think very highly of her."
"Huh," Tighnari says. "That's quite unexpected."
"I've been telling you guys," Kaveh says, "but he's really something else around her."
"Is she⊠actually older than you by any chance?" asks Tighnari.
"She is."
"Hmm⊠Well this changes things. Perhaps, she still sees you as a kid and is simply just doting on you."
Kaveh turns to Alhaitham, eagerly waiting for his reply.
Alhaitham clears his throat. "She's less than a couple of years older than me. It's not a big deal."
"Just admit that you're friend-zoned," says Kaveh. "Who'd treat their love interest like a kid?"
"I'm not so sureâŠ" Cyno says.
Both Kaveh and Tighnari raise a brow.
"I think that Alhaitham has a clearer picture and can judge more accurately than any of us. They've known each other for long enough."
"It's just his wishful thinking on his part," says Kaveh. "Who wouldn't want to read into their crush's actions?"
"I agree to an extent," says Tighnari, "but perhaps we're missing some crucial information here. We don't know how well Alhaitham can judge a person's actions when romantic feelings are involved."
"I'm thinking quite clearly, thanks," Alhaitham says.
"This is why you aren't getting anywhere," Kaveh scolds him. "You're assuming she has feelings for you when she doesn't. You still need to win her over."
"Then what do you suggest I do?" Alhaitham crosses his arms.
"Ha. As if I'd help you. She could do way better than you anyway."
Alhaitham groans. Why is he even part of this conversation?
"Well, have you ever told her how you felt?" asks Cyno.
"Of course," replies Alhaitham. "I'm pretty obvious about it."
"For someone as reserved as you, I highly doubt that," Cyno adds.
"I wrote her a letter, eloquently expressing my love for her."
"Pfft. What?" Kaveh snorts.
Tighnari stares in disbelief. "Oh. I get it. You did that when you were children."
"I'm referring to the one I gave her yesterday."
"Pfft."
"That's⊠pretty obvious," Tighnari adds.
"I bet it was more of an essay than a love letter," Kaveh says with a smirk.
"Well, in that case, she either doesn't like you," says Tighnari, "or there's something that prevents her from admitting her feelings."
"Perhaps she's intimidated by your position," suggests Cyno.
"It's unlike her to care about those things," Alhaitham says. "She even treats me like a kid at times."
"So you do admit she just thinks of you as a kid," Kaveh says.
Alhaitham doesn't answer.
"Honestly, this case is closed," Kaveh continues. "There's nothing more to it."
"Hmm... Have you tried to make her jealous?" asks Cyno.
"You're still not convinced?" Kaveh is surprised at him.
"Knowing the result of that would likely draw us closer to a conclusion," Tighnari adds.
"Why would I purposely try to hurt her?" asks Alhaitham.
They exchange glances. Alhaitham still had the ability to make them go speechless with his matter-of-fact tone.
"Well, he's definitely serious about her," says Cyno.
"I told you," Kaveh says. "Seems like she's the only person he'd open up to as well."
"Of course she is," Alhaitham replies.
"I wonderâŠ" says Tighnari. "Has she ever shared her own struggles with you?"
"Why would that be a factor?"
"Well, that would display how comfortable she is around you."
"Hmm⊠Not badâŠ" Alhaitham seems to agree with his line of reasoning.
He goes quiet and uncomfortably so because the other three exchange awkward glances at each other in the meantime.
"Well?" Cyno breaks the silence.
"You may be right," Alhaitham tells Tighnari with a sigh. "But that certainly raises more questions."
"Can we just start playing Genius Invokation TCG?" asks Kaveh. "We just keep going in circles with this topic."
"So you guys did just drag me out to play cards," says Alhaitham.
"It would be interesting to meet her," says Tighnari. "It's gotten me curious."
"Same here," says Cyno.
Kaveh looks up at the tavern entrance. "Huh? She's actually here."
Alhaitham's eyes flicker open for a brief moment. "Nice try. I'm not falling for that."
"I didn't expect to see you here, Alhaitham," you say, ruffling his hair.
He freezes and the three of them take a closer look at his face.
"I never expected him to have that kind of expression," whispers Tighnari.
"Me neither," Cyno agrees.
Alhaitham clears his throat. "They simply invited me here for some cards," he tells you. "Nothing more."
"Can I join?" you ask.
Without question, Alhaitham gets up from his chair. He holds the back of his seat and slides it out, gesturing for you to take it.
Cyno and Tighnari widen their eyes.
"Is it just me or did that feel kind of odd?" says Tighnari.
"Coming from him? You're not wrong there," adds Cyno.
You hesitate for a moment before you accept his kindness and take his seat. He stands next to you, waiting for the other guys to start preparing the game.
The two onlookers feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason while Kaveh tells them another round of 'I-told-you-so's. There isn't anything out of the ordinary as you all take your turns playing each other. Cyno is intense as usual, not just with his tactics but also with how he approaches the battle like an interrogation. Tighnari was calm and collected even under pressure, and Kaveh spoke his mind with every move, regardless of whether it's his or his opponent's. But having you there with Alhaitham is⊠strange.
Nothing really happens of significance. The two of you treat each other well and with respect. Just having Alhaitham being a complete gentleman around you is unnerving for the rest of them. Curt responses and sarcastic remarks are absent. He's completely agreeable with you and his usual temper isn't there either. Everyone plays the game in peace.
"You should save that card for later," Alhaitham tells you. "He can't do anything for the rest of the round anyway."
"Hmm⊠I'm not quite sure if that's what I want to do yet," you respond.
"Alright," he says. "You should do what you think is best."
"This guyâŠ" Kaveh turns to you. "How do you get him to be like that? If it were any of us, he would've scolded us with a lengthy explanation about how we'd lose if we didn't follow his exact instructions."
"What? She can think for herself."
"And none of us can't?"
"I'm already familiar with how the three of you play and where you go wrong. I want to see if she does anything differently."
"It seems that he really does only compliment you, huh?" Tighnari tells you.
"Why would I do otherwise?" Alhaitham states.
His straightforward remark stuns them once again.
"Okay, we get it," says Kaveh. "We all know about your huge crush on her."
"Seems like you can't say anything bad about her even if you try," Cyno comments.
"Of course I can."
"You can?" you ask.
The whole table looks at you funny. You fiddle with the cards in your hand, pretending you weren't shocked for a split second.
"Interesting," says Cyno.
Alhaitham crosses his arms. "What is it?"
"I'm keeping my observations to myself for now."
Alhaitham raises a brow, but lets it go for the meantime.
A few rounds go by and you help set up for the next. When Alhaitham picks up a die for you from the floor, your hand brushes against his and the die falls off the table once more.
"What's wrong?" Alhaitham asks as he picks up the die again. "You're not usually this clumsy."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with me," you say.
He takes a closer look at you and you avoid his eyes. "Alright," he says. "You still ready to play?"
"I'll need to head out soon," Tighnari says. "It's my turn to be on patrol for tonight."
"Hold on," Cyno says, placing his cards on the table. "One last round. I'll be your opponent this time," he tells you.
You finish setting up the game and test your skills against Cyno. He certainly doesn't make it easy for you. You fall behind pretty quickly, but at least he's not as intimidating as when he played with some of the others.
"So," Cyno says, "what do you think of Alhaitham?"
Your eyes widen at his sudden question.
"You're straight up asking her?" says Kaveh.
"Why not?"
"I guess he has a point," says Tighnari.
They turn their attention to you to see what you'd say.
"WellâŠ" you say, "he's very intelligent and talented."
"No, not what everyone else says," says Cyno. "What you think."
"What do you think you're doing?" asks Alhaitham. "Are you interrogating her right now?"
"Just let her answer the question."
"WellâŠ" you say, "he's nice? And sweet?"
Cyno raises a brow.
"He's cute?"
"Pfft." Kaveh holds in his laughter.
Cyno ignores him and presses the question.
"I don't know how to respond," you tell him. "We've known each other for so long I can't just sum it up in a sentence."
"Alright. I'll get straight to the point," says Cyno. "What do you think of Alhaitham's feelings for you?"
"I think he should get to know other people⊠and try dating someone else?"
"See?" says Kaveh.
"I've already told you I'm not interested in anyone else," Alhaitham says.
"No, you should listen to her answer," Cyno tells him. "She's not lying."
"What?" Alhaitham widens his eyes.
"I'm not done yet," says Cyno. "There's more." He turns to you. "How serious do you think Alhaitham is about you?"
"He's definitely sincere."
"I'm pretty sure that was obvious," says Tighnari.
"But you don't take his feelings seriously," Cyno tells you.
"It's not that. It's justâŠ"
"You don't?" asks Alhaitham.
"Alright. It's your turn from here," Cyno tells him.
"But I thought I was clear," Alhaitham tells you.
"You were."
"Apparently not clear enough."
"Look. You used to follow me around like a duckling whenever you weren't reading a book," you tell him. "How was I supposed to take your crush on me seriously?"
"It's been more than a decade since then."
"I... Okay, fair enough," you concede. "But it would disappear once you learned I didn't live up to your expectations."
"What expectations?" Alhaitham raises his brow.
"I don't know. That I'm this perfect woman that you've been pining for more than half your life. You'd know I'm not so great if you'd actually try liking someone else."
"Is that what you've been telling yourself?"
"You never say anything bad about me."
"Why would I want to talk about your flaws? Especially when I've been trying to win you over," he says. "Besides, aren't they obvious to you?"
"What?" You're genuinely surprised. "Like what?"
"Like how stupid you're being right now."
You freeze.
"Besides, I've been around you long enough," Alhaitham continues. "There's plenty I don't like. Like the way you cut me off at timesâ"
"What?"
"âor your atrocious styleâ"
"Okay, that one hurt a bitâ"
"âor how stupid do you have to be to keep asking Kaveh for money â"
"Alright. I get it."
"âor that time youâ"
"Okay! I get it! You like me!"
Kaveh looks at you as if you've grown another head. "How did you come to that conclusion? Are we even listening to the same conversation?"
"I think she's finally realized that his feelings were deeper than she initially thought," says Tighnari. "Especially since she knows that Alhaitham is still objective with her and not blinded with infatuation."
"That's right," Cyno says. "She's been the exception to his behavior for a long time. It makes sense she would think his judgment would be clouded with the information she had."
You hide your face from them. It's embarrassing how they read you like a book once your guard was down.
"I didn't expect the solution to be so simple," Alhaitham says.
He slips his hand into yours and you let out a little squeak. "You've also been wanting to hold my hand for some time haven't you?"
"Ugh. You're all smug now because you know that I return your feelings."
"I also don't like how you rearranged my bookcase."
"You can stop now."
"I think it's time for us to go," says Cyno.
"But we haven't finished our match yet," you tell him.
"I'll just forfeit this one."
"I'm with you on that," says Kaveh. "Anything before they start being gross with each other."
"I guess this is a good time for me to head out as well," says Tighnari.
The two of you are suddenly left alone at the table with a bunch of dice in front of you.
"Well, that's one way to win a match," Alhaitham tells you. "I'd say it's pretty ingenious actually."
You simply groan. You know what's coming.
"Do you want me to help you win every time?"
"Please don't."
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Bad Habits | Hoshina Soshiro
Part 6 of âCertainly Yoursâ
pairing: Hoshina Soshiro x fem!reader
summary: Soshiro wanted to set things right by you, so he planned a date that would've gone perfectly. Had a Kaiju not appeared in front of you.
warnings: Mentions of Blood, heavy detail on Injury and Pain. Breathlessness and lots of claustrophobia related to crowds, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Slight Kn8 Manga Spoilers
wc: 6,552
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note: Please inform me if I missed any warnings, It has descriptive injuries so I don't want to trigger anyone who's willing to read this.
Part 7 will be a direct continuation of this. So that's why I dubbed it as a Hurt/No Comfort fic for now. The comfort will come in another part because things have been going too smoothly in the relationship. And I don't want that. Anyways, look forward to the next part. I will be adding a tags list. So if you want to be tagged. Please tell me.
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Today was the day Soshiro had decided to finally make it up to you.
After weeks of moving between bases. Handling Number 10âs strange quirks in its new prototype suit. It had been an understatement to say that he had kept himself rather busy in the wake of his occupation. His attention often divided between the lousy paperwork stacked against him, as well as his individual training.
One that he had always upheld to keep his body sturdy and his reflexes sharp. Not once acting careless in his response to a Kaiju attack. Especially now where he was equipped with a powerful and sentient combat suit, bloodthirsty for war. Willing to pick a fight with anything remotely breathing in his direction.
By all means, Soshiro could not afford to slack off. And if there was a miniscule chance that he did, he'd be minced alive for sure.
Just when his hard work had started to pay off too.
Now that he had been recognized as a numbers wielder no less. He'd be one of the few melee specialists that Japan could rely on in the case of an emergency. The proof of his existence. That he wasn't just a reject of the Hoshina Family's line of descendants.
That he was more than capable to wield a blade that could slay Kaijus that came after him. And he had succeeded. He had fulfilled his place in the hierarchy. His place solidified beside Captain Ashiro who was an even stronger ally than he was.
But despite his successes. Despite the satisfaction he got from climbing to the top with only the swing of his blade.
That had not been enough for him.
It had not been enough to prove his existence to the world.
And although that had been a major goal of his. To surpass people's expectations of his limits. His boon to keep fighting. To keep swinging his sword despite the odds stacked against him, had also been the downfall of many past relationships that could not blossom because it had gotten in its way.
And you had been the first to stay.
The first to understand his sentiments.The first to clear a path for him when everyone else had all but given up.
And yet here he was. Being a stellar lover and prioritizing everything else above you.
It had been weeks. Practically an entire month since he's spent some quality time with you. Sharing the occasional kiss in the hallways where you'd start your day off. Or acknowledging each other briefly when he had been stuck in the confines of the training rooms.
Beating the lessons right into rookies' bodies when you'd pass by. Or better yet, the daily coffee you had somehow managed to squeeze in despite your equally tight schedule. His favorite blend had always been waiting for him. Ready at his office on the days he burned the very wicks of the midnight oil.
And what had he done in return?
Nothing.
Not since that incident with Kaiju no. 10 at least. That of which he worked so hard to erase any evidence left in its wake. The fake report had at least been a piece of cake to do. And they had to do over the entire prototype testing just to make sure Number 10 was usable in its current state.
And unfortunately for him, it proved to be a much more difficult task to complete. Day by day he had not once made progress in raising the Suitâs combat power. Leaving Kaiju no 10 to mock his defenses and other battle related tactics whenever it could. But that had been the least of his worries.
In all honesty, he had been feeling guilty since that day.
Although he'd be remiss to say he didn't enjoy the feeling. Soshiro had not been in the right sound of mind when he found himself getting closer to you. Drunken by your scent, he had practically seen images flash by his mind. Courtesy by the Kaiju that had seen through his desires. And one thing led straight to the next. He found himself in a troublesome situation that he had been afraid to know the consequences of.
He had desired her. Yes. That much was clear. But he wanted the relationship to evolve slowly. At your pace. One that made you most comfortable.
But he had breached that space. The inch you had given him had turned into a mile. And he was lucky he still held some sort of restraint before he did something stupid and regretted his past actions.
And somehow, you still forgave him.
You enjoyed yourself even. Welcoming him with open arms for the next time around when they had managed to squeeze in the time between work. Open to the idea of a more sensual intimacy. In the privacy of someplace else. And Soshiro had wanted that too.
He wanted to correct his haste. To properly love you right.
But not everything had been picture perfect in the way he had planned. His bad habits showed in the ways he'd prioritize everything but you. And just when he built up his courageâBuilt up the resolve to face you. To do right by you.
Of course, things just had to get in his way.
Things always got in his way before he could properly apologize and make it up to you. Or atleast, that was the excuse he'd find himself feeling guilty of.
And that is where he found himself outside the premises of the Tachikawa base. Strangely out of uniform and in his civvies that he had managed to find beneath the sweatpants in his closet. Dappered in a simple black turtleneck and a white overcoat. Befitting of the cooler weather Japan had been facing in recent times.
He had been waiting for you to show up with a picnic basket in hand. A few paperback novels that he thinks you might enjoy. Added with a few sweets that he hoped would lighten up your day perhaps.
The plan had been simple.
Heâd already done the nerve-wracking part. Stopping you midway as you finished giving him the stack of blueprints for the Combat Suit you had worked on upgrading. His hand reached to touch the soft skin of your knuckles. An action that made you look back at him in turn.
âIs something wrong?â You had asked curiously. The softness in your voice remained. One that made Soshiro want to melt into a puddle.
He smiled. Somehow the words got stuck on his tongue. And he had to remind himself that you were his lover. Who of course would agree to a date. Should he suggest it, Right?
He gulps. Suddenly feeling a little irritated at the way his stomach had dropped and a plethora of nervous butterflies had resurfaced.
Normally he'd have no problem taking out hordes of Yoju that came his way. Boasting the highest individual kill count for slaying midsized Kaiju of his generation. Yet somehow, his reason had gona askew. And he found this situation a little more terrifying than he anticipated.
âHey, I was thinking..â
âUh oh- That's not a good sign.â Your comment makes him smile. His eyes rolling to give your shoulder a playful squeeze.
â-That you and I need to have a talk.â
âAbout what?â You had replied with a tilt on your head.
âI got a few paperbacks in the mail yesterday. I was hoping we could grab a bite to eat while we read through âem?â He smiled. His usual grin did not falter in the way he spoke to you. Though you could tell that he had an inkling of nervousness by the way he reached up to scratch the side of his cheek.
âOh. And here I thought I was in trouble.â You chuckle. âSo you're finally inviting me out on a date, Vice Captain?â
He had moved to stand much closer to you. Hand already at the shape of your hip, habitually writing his name on the waistband of uniform. âIs that a no I hear from yaââ
âNow when did I say that?â And it makes you smile knowing he had been trying despite the busy schedule he had.
You had long since understood his place in the hierarchy. Soshiro may have not realized it, but he was far too important of a person in the Defense Force to have been kept away from duty.
His life alone had been the cost of a thousand who'd live due to his sacrifices. And whether or not his insecurities had blocked his view of his own self-worth. You were able to see it clearly.
So despite the difficulties. Despite the yearning you felt for his proximity You did the usual and prioritized his work. Letting him handle things when command had already put so much weight into his daily responsibilities. Not that he seemed affected by it, no doubt already used to the pressure of a hectic battlefield. Much less a hectic work environment.
But of course, you wouldn't reject an offer out on a date with your lover. Not when he so sweetly asked.
And if he had the occasional free time to invite you out. Who were you to say no to his offer?
âSoshiro!â You had called out. Appearing just beside him who stood nearest the entrance of the underground metro station. And he smiled turning towards you with his usual cheeky and cat-like grin.
âYou shouldaâ texted me. I would've picked you up by the train stations.â He had moved his free hand to pinch your cheeks. And it makes you chuckle. Revealing yourself completely to him.
Where his eyes had raked over the surface of the cute outfit you decided to purchase the day before. Hand already twirling a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear. Admiring your very soul. Your entirety in front of him.
âAnd miss your startled face? Fat chance I'd miss that opportunity.â You laughed.
Soshiro had rolled his eyes in turn. His heart pounding as his free hand immediately intertwined with yours.
âIf it makes yaâ happy Sweetheart.â He didn't waste this opportunity to gently pull you close. Kissing your temple which had been nearest his lips. âYou look pretty.â
His compliments had made you brighten. Your face visibly beamed when his eyes drank your figure. âDamn straight. I wasn't about to let you one up me in the looks department.â
âAlright, alright.â He found himself chuckling. âLet's get moving before the desserts I bought yaâ go bad.â
You had half a mind to drag your feet while he took you out of the metro line. Acting stubborn just to stall and ruffle his feathers for a bit. As payback for neglecting you all those days ago.
But you had decided against it, the crowded train station was far too busy in the early hours of the afternoon. And you would not risk losing each other and wasting the rare day Soshiro had all planned out for the both of you to do.
âLead the way.â You had smiled, giddy at the mere thought of a time well spent together. And Soshiro had shared that very sentiment. Already leading you away from the busy horde where lines of people had been waiting for the next train stop.
Upon your words, he had gently walked forward. Leading you by the hand.
His grip on you was firm and you can see the way his back had engulfed and weaved through the crowd much more easily than you ever had. Broad in his strides as he tried not to go too fast. Matching your pace since he knew you weren't as built in stamina as he was.
You had admired the little details of his nape. The one mole peaking through the skin of his turtleneck, where his hair had shown every detail of his jugular. One that you had marveled at when he wasn't looking.
Just as you were about to offer your help. Reaching for the sling of the basket on his free hand.
A shiver ran down your spine. The hand that had tried to reach for the basket had paused in heavy response.
And you had suddenly flinched as a loud gust of wind had blown past you. Making the indoor lights of the metro begin to pop and flicker abnormally. An eerie buzz emitting from each light source as if the electricity had all short circuited, simultaneously.
The temperature underground had strangely heightened. Unusual for the cool metro station during this time of day.
And the crowd that had busied themselves passing each other by, had all but stopped. With people's stares directed behind the both of you in a frozen and frightened state. You look around, almost confused. And Soshiro had gripped his hand harder against yours. As if he already knew the exact dread that overcame him.
The exact thing that had been staring right back at them.
And somehow you had that inkling too.
But denial had only been your first problem. And the rest of your body seemed to know the truth. Your very palms began sweating like bullets, and you had hesitantly looked behind you. To prove to yourself that it had not been what you think it was.
But Soshiro who had somehow read your mind. Had moved much quicker than you had.
Pulling you behind him, already pushing you to the exit when people had started panicking. Screams had been the accompaniment of hasty footsteps. With people of all different ages, running in the same direction. Away from the stairs leading down the metro line.
A mere glimpse is all it took for the hair on your skin to rise. And the face of a humanoid Kaiju had looked in your direction. Its skin peeled like oranges, unlike the gritty leathery texture that surrounded its cheeks. And although it had a terrifying grin on its face. It remained calm. Observant. It seemed ecstatic in the way it reveled in the attention it had gotten. Whilst Soshiro had pulled you from your trance.
âRun. Get going!â
Soshiro had strangely screamed. Already pushing you to evacuate, weary that the Kaiju could attack you at any given moment should it wish to. But the Kaiju had a strange way of showing its excitement. Gurgling at every noise it heard. And Soshiro's yell had all been reduced to a mere whisper against your ear. The sound of a panicked crowd was all too encompassing for you to actually make out his words.
Soshiro had kept a firm grip on your shoulders. Still trailing close behind you with his gaze fixated on the Humanoid Kaiju.
Its legs had hovered mere inches above the ground. Crinkled like an old vegetable that was left out in the freezer for too long. It had double the arms, one that resembled old branches with no leaves. And although it looked sickly and frail, he was sure the damn thing was capable of major damage given the right opportunity.
But instead of grabbing onto the nearest person like Soshiro had anticipated. It surveyed the area. Weary of its nearest surroundings.
It's molars and gums chattering against each other. Echoing throughout the underground halls of the metro station. It looked as if it was occupied with something. A far off look in its beady eyes. As if it were communicating with someone.
Perhaps it had something to do with Number 9? Shit.
If that's the case, Soshiro needed to get you out of here as soon as possible.
âI can't get through. They're all pushing..â You had gasped. Feeling yourself stumble back when another person pulled at your shoulder and leaped forward. Using you as leverage to get to the exit.
Soshiro, who had seen this, was quick to catch you before you could fall. Your back against his chest in a protective stance.
He couldn't move. Not yet at least.
More than anything he'd like to handle that thing as quickly as possible. But to leave you nearby in such close proximity too? There's no way in hell he was going to let that happen. So all he could do was fixate his eyes on that Kaiju.
This thing was clearly sentient. Soshiro had seen the way it lingered to read one of the signs nearest the exit. But I didn't seem interested in conversing, let alone leave if he had asked. And he wasn't about to take his chances.
He needed to get rid of that thing now.
âHoshina here.â He had fished out the white earpiece that he hid on his overcoat's back pocket. Pressing the small item down to his ear to contact operations.
âThere's a Daikaiju sighting in the Tachikawa-Kita Station. Requesting permission to use Number 10 to neutralize it.â He spoke seriously. Unlike the usual light hearted conversations you'd have with him. And it makes you stare up at him with raised eyebrows.
It had been weeks since you had worked on Number 10. It was still far too early to be used as a plausible weapon out in the field. And yet here he was, indirectly telling you that he had worn it out in public.
âYou what?â You had gasped out. Eyes blown wide whilst his hand remained on the small of your back.
Much to your dismay, Soshiro had not answered you.
Simply moving you closer to the wall, to let other people get through. His hand still pressed against the intercoms whilst he waited for a reply from Operations.
Soshiro had been focused on shielding you for the most part. The crowd was pushing, but it seems they had still been making progress in evacuating the area. Save for a few rumbles that had happened when the Kaiju had suddenly implanted its branch-like fingers onto one of the pillars. Cracking the surface of the solid cement that held the pillar in place. And you couldn't help but worry at the close proximity you both had been.
Right in range of where the Kaiju was looking at.
âPermission granted.â Okonogiâs faint voice could be heard. Likely already booting up Number 10's system underneath Soshiroâs civvies. The bioweapon would slowly regain energy which kept it from its usual conscious state.
âDo you, or Do you not have Number 10 on?â You had asked incredulously. Prying his arms off of you to peel off his shirt. And his larger hand stops you before you could see the peak of red in the place of where his skin should be.
âAs a precaution m'dear.â His reply was immediate.
And he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. Ushering you forward along with the thinning crowd. The stairway had all been emptied now. Save for a few runaways that had tripped or were pushed earlier.
âHigher ups wanted me to get used to it. Releasing this thingâs combat power, I mean.â His voice had been an octave lower. His smile, although present, had not been enough to reassure you. And you had a feeling he was trying not to have you panic on him.
âThat is stupid. Command shouldn't have let you wear it. Number 10 is still unstable. What if you go berserk and lose control?â You sighed, running your hand through your hair.
âYou did try to argue with command right?â
âŠ
âRight?â
Soshiro did not answer you. Already pacing to drag you out of here before things could escalate.
Meanwhile, you had all but looked at him once over. Now it made sense why he chose to wear an overcoat when the weather had only been a little chilly this afternoon. It had surprised you that he was able to hide its tail from emerging from his legs. But then again, he probably had his blades tucked away in that too.
âSoshiro..â
âListen, I'll explain things later. Take this and get to the nearest shelter. I ainât havin Number 10 going berserk. I'll be fine. Just let me handle the Kaiju first, okay-â His sentence was cut short by your scream.
A broken chunk of the large pillar had been thrown towards you. And it had startled you enough to drop the basket he handed you. Soshiro had been quick in his motion to shield you. Wrapping his arms around your shoulder to let his back hit the brunt of the pillar.
But before it could hit and crush the two of you to bits. The faint sound of number 10 chuckled inSoshiro's suit. And its weaponized tail lashed out to strike the pillar back. Destroying it before it could scratch you both from its debris.
The sharp end had all but ripped Soshiros overcoat to shreds. And he was quick to remove the unnecessary fabric on top of his combat suit. Revealing the distinct eye hollowed out in the middle of his chest.
âLucky this bonehead woke up on time.â Soshiro had chuckled darkly. And it was followed by its immediate reply. Tail haphazardly swinging around from behind him.
âStop with your meaningless trifles and get to fighting swordsman! My patience is thinning.â It sounded almost like a child. Though its voice had been a deep and rambunctious chatter like usual.
âYou heard the darn thing.â He sighs, pushing you forward before another attack could come in.
And you shook your head, placing your firm hands against the suit of his chest. Just beside Number 10's glowing eye. Your gaze fixated on his usual smile, one that you had grown accustomed to hearing cheery laughs from. âAre you serious? This thing isn't ready for an actual fight.â
âDo not mock us Woman. By the time you have escaped our opponent would have been ripped to shreds by me.â It screamed.
Making you roll your eyes in turn. And Soshiro had all but chuckled. Already letting you get a head start as you stepped out of the underground Metro line. ïżœïżœJust go. I promise you I'll be jusâ fine.â
âIâll come find you later.â He had spoken. Already turning his heel to grab the swords he had hidden on his back.
You knew this was his job. The unavoidable was bound to happen. And as much it pained you to leave him alone with a Daikaiju with only a misaligned prototype of a suit as an ally. There was bound to be trouble afoot. But what can you do other than run?
You weren't a fighter like he was.
Your use was only in the presence of a laboratory, as a technician. Paving the way to enhance his equipment. To heighten his chances of survival, even if it was a measly one percent of it.
That had been better than none after all.
So with a heavy heart. You nod. Glancing at his form for a second longer before you began running. Taking careful steps to the opposite direction where you knew the nearest shelter would be at. There was never a shortage of Defense Force Officers there. Maybe they'd be willing to let a few assist Soshiro before things could go awry.
Captain Ashiro had always made quick work of any Kaiju that appeared. The third had always been quick to respond to action. Not once arriving late when the Tokyo district needed them the most.
Soshiro would just have to hold out before then.
Deal with Number 10's strange habits and hopefully manage to unleash the suit's combat power which had proven to be a tricky feat for a while now. And if he were lucky, maybe he wouldn't need backup at all.
The optimistic side of you wished to see him make quick work of the Kaiju. Have him return to you, maybe with a couple or bruises to sport but nothing serious.
He'd smile at you. Holding peace signs with his fingertips out as a form of comfort. To tell you that he had been fine and the Kaiju had easily accepted defeat, ending the story in a clean neutralization.
You'd even be willing to hear Number 10's inflated boasting in the background. Telling you that they had sliced it to ribbons before you even had the chance to reach the shelter.
At least that's what you hoped to imagine.
Just as soon as you arrived at the familiar street. You passed by the multitude of shopping districts in the area. And you see the familiar crowd of people being ushered into the sturdy underground bunker of the shelter. Far away from the premises of the Metro Line where Soshiroâs battle had taken place.
You had immediately stepped up. Trying to fall in line with the rest of the crowded spaces that led up to the entrances of the bunker.
But somehow the temperature rose once more. And you feel the familiar rumble in your chest as a gust of wind had blown behind you. Your hair going in all sorts of directions before your eyes settled on the familiar looking Kaiju floating in the very back of the crowd. Nearing you inch by inch.
What was it doing here?
Everyone who had equally felt the same tension had been paralyzed from fear. Its beady gaze had been burning holes unto the crowd. And its neck cracked as it tried to tilt its head to the side.
This had been enough to get rid of the stupor on everyone's expressions. And another wave of panic ensued. Leaving you and a few others to be pushed around in the wake of everyone's panic.
âReport. Kaiju has been spotted here in Shelter 1121. Requesting permission to engage.â
You had heard one of the Defense Force Officers yell. The few that had been present were already aiming their firearms at the chattering Kaiju. It's head convulsing as it floated ever so closer towards the crowd. Its branch-like fingertips grazed the road. Eerily dragging its long limbs down the cement. Its pace is slow and tantalizing as if to tease your inevitable demise.
You had groaned.
Feeling yourself be pushed down to the ground. Palms hitting the coarse texture of the cement roads. Knees scraping the rough surface as you stopped yourself from falling face flat onto the floor. Luckily the crowd had been mindful enough not to trample you. With most of the citizens already crowding the entrance as Soldiers had blocked the Kaiju's path from going any further.
But you saw the way it moved.
In a blink of an eye the Kaiju had made quick work of the Officers. Sweeping them off like insects thrown to the side. Their bodies hitting the nearest surface available in the area. And you had tried to back away. The itching pain that had surrounded your knees was like putting salt on an open wound. Still fresh from the poor landing you had from earlier.
But there was no time to focus on that. Its beady gaze already staring at you and his next target had been made clear.
Just as you had tried to get up, you saw the way a car had been thrown right above your head. And you had been a hair away from being hit by the force of its pitch. Landing on a few people who had crowded up against the entrance of the base.
Likely crushing a few people in the process.
Shit.
The dizzy unease you felt had all but dazed your mind's eye. And somehow through the fire and the panicked screams. A force had thrown you off the ground.
And suddenly your body had slumped against the nearest wall. Your back landing on the very glass of a fashion boutique. Your weight had shattered its surface upon impact when you were thrown against it.
A shockwave on the ground had likely thrown you a few feet back. And you whimpered. Feeling the shards of glass puncture your shoulder and arms. A few cutting your legs that had shamelessly bleeded against the floor.
You could feel a much larger injury on the small of your back. But as it stands, you couldn't really focus on a specific area. Not when it had hurt all over.
It had hurt to stand up. Let alone to crawl away.
You were not in the safety of the base. And Soshiro had not been here beside you. Even if it hurts like hell. You knew that you had to move. You had to get away and find some help before the situation got worse.
But somehow, it had only gotten much more difficult to breathe. Your eyes which had blurred from the blood flow on your head had suddenly cleared a little bit. Just enough for you to inspect your surroundings. And you noticed it had gotten significantly darker upon your landing. Everything, even within the confines of the boutique, had been covered in a thin layer of smoke that you could've sworn wasn't here before
The scent had been weird. Both earthy and a little rusty for your liking. But it had a distinct bitter smell, like something had gone rotten in the area.
And suddenly your throat lurched. Coughing at the sheer difficulty your lungs had inhaled. Like suddenly oxygen had all but ran out and you were left with a gas that had been invading your system entirely.
Your hand had shakily reached up your throat. Trying not to panic as the breaths you made had gotten shorter and shorter.
Was this poison?
Did the Kaiju have anything to do with this?
Where was Soshiro? Was he dead?
Only panicked thoughts plagued your mind. Not entirely aware that the pain had made you almost delirious as you try not to cry from all the overwhelming sensations you felt.
Your only thought had been to gather your bearings and find Soshiro. Damned the injuries that weighed your body. Damned the poison gas that made you want to throw up your lungs.
All you needed was Soshiro.
Yet somehow, you find yourself back on the ground. With your cheek pressed up against the shattered glass. Eyes slowly fluttering to a close from the sheer exhaustion alone. And your body, had never accepted sleep more than this moment had.
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Who knows how long you've been laying there. A few gunshots sounded out from the distance before it ultimately quieted down. A roar rumbled to the far east of where you had rested. But the sounds had gone silent a few minutes after.
And here you were, dizzy from a concussion. Bleeding from your arms and legs. And your breaths barely audible from the amount of toxic gas you had inhaled.
You didn't know whether or not your lungs were barely functioning anymore. But with the slow rise and labored falls of your chest, you were sure you had still been okay. Though it's a miracle you were still half awake.
You could still make the odd gasps and silent plea for help. So you couldn't sleep. Not yet at least. Not when help could so easily arrive and your chances of actually surviving would lower.
The smoke had not cleared up from where you had laid. And for a moment, you see the shadow of a figure step hastily through the broken boutique. Staring down at you with gritted teeth.
âFound you..â
Your breath hitched. Suddenly the blinding numbness had been replaced with a fresh bout of soreness and burning pains. And Soshiro, who had stood above your half-conscious body, had stumbled a bit.
Not used to the way your body stood so still. Arched upward from the shard of glass punctured nearest the back of your waist. His breath was stolen away, as he could only imagine how the pain mustâve felt when you were thrown off balance to crash a building no less.
âShit, shit, shit, shit, c'mere.â Soshiro's familiar voice was much clearer now that he had stepped much closer to you.
The clang of his blades had dropped beside you as his hands were already fumbling to remove the straps of his respiratory mask. Rushing to place it atop your mouth and nose. Hoping it would help you breathe properly.
âSomeone get the medic. Get the medic.â
Soshiro screamed. Glancing behind him for a moment before his focus had been fixated on you. His other hand gingerly lifting your head from the ground to assess the injuries you sustained.
And his eyes. The wine color of his eyesâŠ
You could've sworn it had darkened. Brimmed with the fear of losing you. A cacophony of unshed tears that would usually be closed and cat-like in its features.
â..Soshiro?â You croaked out. Voice a little raspy from whatever gas that Kaiju had decked out. And your lover immediately pulled you closer. Rocking your body to keep you awake.
His first instinct was to secure the straps of the respiratory mask on your face. Letting you take a few filtered breaths before you try to speak once more. Though he hushed you right after, in the case youâd drain the little energy you had left in you.
And from the deadweight he felt. He somehow feared the worst.
âHey, hey, Shhhh. You're okay.â He spoke with a shaky voice. As if he were assuring himself more than he did you. âI'm here now. We're gonna fix yaâ up brand new. I promise.â
His words had been loud. Desperate even. But for some reason, it went in and out of your ears. Not entirely sure if he had been screaming at somebody else, or he had been talking to you in particular. His reassurances got softer and softer from the minute your ears began to ring.
The sound of his voice, which you would normally find comfort in. Had your head spinning around. Making you wince in turn.
You had wanted to reach out. To pull him close and check for his own injuries. But your arms and shoulders would twitch in pain anytime you had tried to move a muscle. The poison in your system had made it all the more heavier for your body to move. Chained to the ground as if restrained by your own powerlessness of the situation.
âYou're done?â You had managed to groan out. Wondering if the Kaiju had been neutralized.
And his immediate response was to nod in your direction. Pulling you much closer so that his leg would be able to support your weight on the ground. Away from the edged shards of glass that had scattered about.
âI'm okay baby. Yerâ the one that needs the help here..â He lets out a dry chuckle. Not entirely convinced that his jokes were actually landing. His panic was more evident in his tone than it had usually been, and for some reason. That hurt more than the physical wounds you endured.
âI know.â You hissed. âHurts all over..if you couldn't tell..â
âShit. Medics are on their way. I'm gonna lift you up okay? You'll be fine. Just gonna meet emâ halfway..â He had started. With Soshiro gently hooking his arms underneath the knees of your legs. And just as soon as you were an inch off of the ground. You winced.
Your teeth gritted together as you tried not to cry from the pain you felt when your body had raised from the ground. His hands, although they had been careful, were far too firm against the cuts on your body.
And the pain on your back, where the glass shard had punctured your organs, had a burning sensation you wished would go away.
Soshiro who had seen the way you panicked. Stopped in his actions. Putting you back down on the ground where his leg had cushioned your bleeding head.
âI know, I know jusâ bear with me, alright? Keep your pretty eyes open.â The string of curses never left Soshiro's lips. And his hand which had gently held the cheek where the respiratory mask met the skin of your pale face. Hoping that your breaths would get steadier. The mask recording all the slow inhales you'd take.
In and out. Labored but at least it was still there.
âBreathe..jusâ breathe for me, okay?â
Your eyes had tried to blink rapidly to remove the fatigue you had felt. But somehow, you were fighting a losing battle. And you couldn't help but give into the darkness. The fatigue would feel much nicer since you didn't have to worry about the pain. And with your lover here. It was okay to relax now. No longer did you need to have your guard up to combat the fight or flight situation.
And Soshiro found himself panicking even more at the way your eyes grew distant. Screaming at his intercoms for a medic on-field. Likely already on their way to the location he had sent to Operations moments prior. Okonogi in particular was trying to reassure the Vice Captain, but to no avail.
Not when his focus had all but fixated on your wellbeing. Eyes already closed as you drifted to an unconscious state.
His hand had reached down to your cheek. Already running circles against the bags of your eyes. Running across the dried tears that brimmed your eyes. Denying that this moment had a possibility to be your last.
And without hesitation, he started lifting you up again. This time not a peep from your mouth.
He was gonna fucking take you to the neareat hospital himself if he had to.
Like hell he was going to let you die. Right?
Right?
âShit. This ainât funny. WakeâWake up!â
He hears Okonogi speak on the other side. Something about how a few officers had already turned the corner nearest their location. And he found himself running to their direction, your head leaning against his shoulder leaving small blood stains on Number 10's plated armor.
Help was close. But Soshiro's mind wasn't eased by that fact. Not at all relieved.
Not when your head had still been bleeding and a shard of glass as large as his hand had been punctured just below the small of your back.
And as he ran, he had wondered what he could've done to avoid this.
Should he not have asked you to go out today?
No.
You had been far too eager for this moment. It had been his fault for neglecting you. For not prioritizing the wave of affections you gave him in turn.
He had promised himself that he was gonna cherish you. Dedicate entire days just for you.
And yet here he was. With his plans, ruined beyond repair. And he finds himself going back to the root of his bad habits.
His work, his ambition to be seen as someone capable. Someone who existed in the hands of the world who did not see his strength and dedication. It had held him by the collar, forcing him to face elsewhere. Trapped him from doing right by you.
And now?
His bad habits had now suffered the consequences of his actions. No longer did he have the chance to do everything once over.
And his apologies had fallen to deaf ears. Hoping for the chance you'd get to hear him again.
He had a bad habit of doing you wrong. And now, he hopes you'd be awake so he can set things right.
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My dear lgbt+ kids,Â
âWhat should we do about people who are clearly not straight but insist they are?â
Well, nothing. We do nothing about that.Â
Donât get me wrong, I understand the frustration. No matter if this is a situation where they have a full-on fling with you and still insist that they are straight, or if itâs your friend who jokes so often that she wishes she could just be a lesbian that you donât really think itâs a joke anymore, or even if itâs a celebrity who talks about how they had experiences with women and men and then goes on to call themselves a straight ally - sometimes you just wanna grab someone by the shoulders and tell them they are clearly lying to themselves and/or are not aware bisexuality exists.Â
Thereâs nothing wrong with that feeling. Especially if you yourself had a difficult time coming to terms with your sexuality, you may want to save others those years of confusion. And there ARE people who lie to themselves or are not aware bisexuality exists.Â
But - and this is an important but - coming to a point where they are able and willing to come out to themselves? Thatâs a journey everyone needs to go on themselves.Â
Maybe you look back and wish someone wouldâve grabbed you by the shoulder and went âYou are gay, accept itâ. Itâs a comforting fantasy but in real life you canât force an epiphany of self-discovery like that. You canât have their epiphany for them. You can offer an open ear and share some information with them if (and only if!) they ask you for advice - but thatâs all you can do.Â
Next to âYou canât force an internal coming-out on someone who isnât ready to have one yetâ, thereâs also another important point we need to consider here: Itâs not our place or business to do anything about it.Â
Maybe you feel like you see âall the signsâ in that person, but itâs not your call to make. You donât live their life, you canât decide how they feel or how they want to label it.Â
You canât force a label on someone, and that goes both ways. You canât tell a gay person they are actually straight, but you also canât tell a straight person they are actually gay. Experiences do not always equal attraction, sexuality is a complex spectrum and feelings are messy anyway.Â
This is of course especially hard to accept if there are feelings involved on your part, for example in that âmaking out with you at parties and then going home to their heterosexual partnerâ scenario. You may tell yourself you just need to wait until they are ready to come out as gay and then theyâll want to be with you for real - but that journey we talked about, that may also just end in the realization that, yep, they are straight. Questioning your sexuality, or even experimenting with it, doesnât always end in a coming-out as gay/bi.Â
With all that said, it really boils down to this:Â
You can generally(!) advocate for things that make the journey easier for people to go on (for example more accessible education on sexuality). But when it comes to any one specific person, you donât do anything - unless they explicitly ask you to.Â
You can listen if they want to talk about any confusion they may feel regarding their sexuality, you can offer information and support if they ask you for help in figuring it out. But if they are not asking for help, you just accept they are on their own journey and know themselves best.Â
With all my love,Â
Your Tumblr DadÂ
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I need to know in explicit detail the first time breg allowed this human to collect samples. Also need to know the embarrassing situations they are put in that their coworkers judge them
I honestly love this so much I'm kicking my feet and giggling â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
[Fem reader. I kind of rushed this. Doodle at the end.]
TW: Heavy themes of abuse (including mentions of noncon, death and captivity); Dubious consent moments.
" Listen, we just need you to get in there. "
You blink. " ... This can't be serious. Is this a joke? "
The half-fiend woman, superior to you in professional rank, drags a hand across her blonde locks and grimaces. " Look, I know it sounds bad- "
" Of course it does! This was nowhere in the job description- "
Not that the job description was very uh, descriptive, anyway. But any straw will do, anything to cling to a modicum of your dignity as you get told what your next task will be.
She seems to switch through a few different corporate tactics to ease the blow. " Listen, please. We are short-staffed at the moment, and this has been affecting production a lot more than you can imagine. Specimen 197 is a big bread-winner here and we all know he's uncooperative with machinery, going as far as to ruin it constantly, which leads to more expenses- "
She's explaining this to you like you're a particularly slow toddler and you're not amused.
" We have also noted that M197 is clearly attached to you and a bond has been formed, which is why your presence is requested in certain situations, to reduce his stress levels during tasks. This... Is another one of those tasks. We just need you to get a few samples- " She points at the two canisters next to her. " And you can think of it as a way to improve your bond with the specimen even. "
" Ma'am, he's entering a rut. " You pause. " You want me to walk into a male breeder's cell while he's rutting and engage sexually with him? "
She gulps. " For- For strictly professional purposes- "
" I'm not doing this. "
...
" There's a significant monetary bonus if you manage to do it. "
A long, shameful, disgustingly filthy moment of silence unfolds where you internally debate how far you're willing to go for some much needed money.
Too far, apparently.
" ... I'll do it. "
" Great, that's wonderful, we- "
" No cameras in the room. "
She flinches. " But then how are we supposed to know if you're in danger? "
" No cameras, please. "
If you die you die. You don't want footage of you being possibly mauled by a breeder out there...
A begrudging glance is cast towards the canisters sitting innocently on the table.
Grabbing them, you prepare for the shitshow you signed yourself into.
We have him tied up, the techs had informed you, it'll make things easier.
Just hearing them gives you headaches.
Yes, of course, because forcibly restraining the already volatile lifeform will make it cease being hostile. Logical.
A long-suffering sigh exits your lips when you input the code to open 197's cell. It's a code you know by heart now. If not from the regular standard visits, then from the hurried string of numbers your coworkers would scream at you over the radio before getting launched around by a monster several times their size and weight.
It's hard to forget something like that. There are just some faces you never see again.
As soon as the heavily reinforced door hisses open, you're greeted by an immediate build-up of a snarl. As scary as the sound was when you first heart it, and continues to be on an instinctual level, you understand now that it's mostly born out of fear.
Nothing good ever happens when 197 is cuffed and he's right to be frightened.
The moment you step into view and the door slams shut behind you however, he visibly seems to shift gear instantly.
Sitting on the rather uncomfortable tiled ground, specimen 197 has his ankles spread and cuffed to the ground, his wrists joined behind him and his neck nearly choked to the wall. A muzzle prevents the breeder's jaw from elongating as it tends to do when he's threatened. His tail is likewise restrained in two areas. Those cuffs are the best things modern technology can offer, you haven't heard of a single solid monster type that can shatter them. They're likely also tampered with by some more magically-inclined individuals, but you've never been one to dabble in that.
He exhibits the signs you'd expect from any male entering a rut. Excessive sweating, goosebumps, a faster breathing rate, tension, restlessness and a dilated, humid slit. His skin flickers from time to time, signals somewhere between aggression and courtship displays. You would never have associated heat cycles with torture before starting your work here, but seeing the way these monsters are chemically forced into hypersexual, unhealthily exacerbated heats has shown you just how cruelly this biological process can be exploited.
Sometimes they die. A hormonal, frenzied, artificially accelerated metabolism like this is powerful, but it's also very fragile, in a way. Either they're able to maintain their required ridiculous nutrient intake, find a way to preserve as much energy as possible, or simply panic and end up dying from a mixture of stress and lack of sustenance.
Another sigh escapes your lips, you try to clear your head by placing the canisters on the ground.
The breeder in question, who was once nearly pitch black in his effort to intimidate the perceived threat, is now snow white, having registered you as his favorite, the "nice one". 197 shrinks in himself, then begins a litany of keening whines interspersed with specific chirps.
It might be a plea for attention from an already hormone-fried brain, it might also just be a desperate request to be released from his binds.
You're no paragon of morality, but unlike your coworkers, you understand that building a bond with anyone requires depositing some trust in them. And, even if 197 is rutting, you can only continue to build a connection with him if he has a modicum of comfort in this situation. Which is why you steel yourself before moving closer to the specimen in question and inputting the specific combination to unlock all of his cuffs.
The process is timed, giving workers about five or so minutes to leave the cell before the cuffs drop and the monster is freed. It prevents casualties, naturally.
197 tries to thump his tail in appreciation when he realizes what you're doing, quietly rumbling and trying to lean into the small brushes of your fingers as you work.
" There big guy, just give it a second... " You take a few steps back while you wait.
It feels like a small eternity before the restraints begin falling off one by one. First the tail ones, then the muzzle, the neck, the wrists... And the ankles. On that last click, the breeder shrugs everything away and stretches as he stands.
You've studied these monsters and their mannerisms, he's not stretching just to soothe his joints, he's displaying. The exaggerated curve of that spine says it all, you know exactly what reaction he's after. Though, already riled up as he is, you don't think it's a good idea to respond.
In a second, he's closed the distance between the two of you, this near suffocating hovering over your front, hands and arms twitching with the urge to touch you. 197 is not good with boundaries, which was very surprising to you, considering he absolutely detests it when 99% of people touch him.
The 1% being you.
He waits, visibly pained, for the signal.
" You can touch me now. "
And like a sudden wave, 197 nearly crashes onto you, his comparatively massive pale body blanketing over yours as his arms cage your upper body, lifting it along with him. You squealed the first few times, now you know to stay mostly still and lean to the right so he can shove his face in the crook of your neck without bonking his head against yours. Painful.
He takes a couple deep, shameless inhales of your scent. And, if you had to guess, you're probably a bit sweaty from anxiety. Not that he seems to care, 197 actually appears to slow down a little, enjoying the closeness and now familiar odor you possess. His tail coils around your legs and you pat his back when the telltale chirps and trills of elation make it past his throat.
" Yeah, I missed you too buddy. Take a breather. "
This close to the male, you have absolutely no choice but to drown in his musk. 197 can't help it, he's ruttting after all, those pheromones have to come out. Fortunately, as a human, you're not affected by them, though some of your monster coworkers have to wear specific masks when they enter rutting breeder cells. To you, it's just vaguely unpleasant and heavy.
197 would usually give you a bit of room by now, but he doesn't seem interested in that, instead shifting you around so he can smell other parts of your figure, particularly your hair. Your face warms from his excessive body heat and the sensation of being corralled, your protests silenced when a long blue muscle dips to trail from the base of your neck to your jaw and up the side of your face. The movement is quick, and your attempt to reflexively lean away is met with a tighter grasp as he repeats it.
197 has a habit of dulling his teeth to look more humanoid for your comfort, but not today, in the state he is, he likely forgot that detail altogether. This unfortunately means that you feel the scrape of those pointed daggers every time he amorously samples your skin.
" Alright okay, that's enough- "
You butt in when it feels like he's getting a bit too riled up too fast. It's not exactly counter-productive to your task, but letting him get more and more control over the situation will make it difficult to get the samples later. You can't wrangle a breeder in the throes of their rut, you have to do things before that critical stage.
However, the specimen isn't interested in listening to anything you have to say, responding instead to your tone with his own whine and starting to tug at your uniform. That does it. Thoroughly soaked in his drool, you grab onto the breeder's forearms hard.
" 197! " It's not a tone you like to use with any of the breeders here.
He eventually snaps out of his little trance, gulping, steadying himself before frowning and giving you the space you want.
In this barely minute-long episode, 197 has already kicked into high-gear. Breathing accelerated again, open-mouth panting, excessive drool production, somewhat puffed figure and the tips of his twin cocks already poking out of a pelvic pouch that can barely hold them back. He seems to shiver in his own overwhelming arousal, and though this species is known for having its eyes shielded behind a layer of skin on the face, you know he's fixed on you like a famished animal.
Although your cheeks are moments from setting aflame, this isn't exactly a new sight for you. 197 has gotten aroused in your vicinity several times, you've actually lost count. It'd be nonsensical of you to get irritated over such, given that these males are forced into hypersexuality by the concoctions introduced in their organisms. That paired with his fondness for you probably makes it hard for 197 to not get erections constantly. A hug can set him off, even simple closure paired with your scent is enough to do it.
Well. No time to waste.
While he's mildly disoriented, you grab one of the canisters and move towards a corner of the room with a seemingly randomly arranged pile of fabrics. This, as confusing as it may be to some, is a breeder's nest. And in this species of monsters, the males tend to be the ones who arrange spaces for coupling. 197 has expressed clear discontentment with the fabrics given to him during times of rut to fulfill his instinctual needs, but no one here is ever acting with the specimen's best interests in mind. Besides, he piped down when one of the techs had the bright idea of giving him a jacket you forgot in the workplace. It's right there in fact, the gray hue contrating with a mostly white and pale color scheme.
The nest itself is big, if it fits 197 then it definitely fits you too. And, knowing exactly what you're doing, you let him observe you take a step into it and sit down on the middle, empty canister beside you.
Oh boy.
You can practically hear the popcorn crackles in his brain.
The monster trills loudly, proudly, your supposed acceptance of what have amounted to months of unsubtle courtship from his part being finally rewarded. It's a dangerous moment, you're perfectly aware of such, but it's also necessary to get this over with.
197 drops to a creepily nimble crawl across the floor, rapidly posing over your seated form with blue-tinted cheeks and rabid need. Before you can get so much as a word in, he's dropping some of his weight on you, showering you in hasty licks and clumsy kisses again, this time unable to help himself from nipping at your clothes. The coverings visibly bother him, and the male growls quietly before his instincts tug at him again and he's trying to slot himself between your clothed legs. It takes some yelping, and fussy movement from his part, but you eventually rationalize that stressing him out can lead to a violent response right now.
Might as well let him get away with some embarrassing acts.
Hormone-muddled as he is, 197 has only enough of a mind to hold onto you and press two hot lengths against the front of your body. He's already full-mast, the heat and weight of those things dragging across you when he automatically moves his hips is utterly filthy. He groans, probably the first kind of decent friction he's been getting since he entered this phase of his cycle, the softness and smell of his favorite human getting the monster to leak already, lost in his desperate search for a modicum of relief. As gross and ridiculous as it is, at least he's not tugging at your clothes yet.
You can sense his frustration, the frantic way 197 mechanically bucks against you, the pressure he puts in every thrust, the way his claws puncture into your lab coat and he whines low, this noise that turns into a pleased sort of snarl. Overwhelmed, you shiver beneath his figure, glad there are no cameras to see you fluster and shamefully let a rutting monster grind at you.
You dare say you can get into this.
There's something so appealing about having a monster yearn for you so madly that he's driven to this senseless and primitive display, that even so much as humping you could have them blissed out. Your legs quake around his and you feel your pussy throb in response to the muted friction from his lightly barbed cocks. It's not the first time you've wondered about how it would feel... You've always been a monsterfucker at heart, and 197 is a brutally gorgeous specimen. He's always imploring for even a single touch from you, if you spread yourself out you have absolutely no doubt he would ram those alarming inches into you like a wild beast.
Yeah, maybe your coworkers would call you a sickfuck, but it's not like anyone who works here is moderately normal...
It's a secret. One that you're vaguely paranoid might not be so secret anymore, now that you've been entrusted with this.
In your horny little stupor, you make the critical mistake of forgetting that breeders quickly detect arousal in others. And you are probably making a wet spot in your pants as of now.
With a sudden snort of an inhale, he rises like a man possessed to start ripping at the sides of your lab coat, forcefully trying to rip it off even as he's unable to stop rocking his hips. He knows how to unbutton things just fine, but you bet he can't be fucked to think much in this state.
" Hey- Hey, easy, slow down. " You grab onto his wrists, being ignored.
Okay. Time to think this out while you still can. He's going to rip through your clothes if you let him, and that's not just needless damage, it'll put him in control. But being aggressive about getting him to stop isn't ideal with this type of monster, you need something that distracts him too much to realize he's not exactly holding the leash here. Eventually, an idea graces your mind, though it makes you grimace a little.
Already blazing with shame, you carefully edge a hand between you and, with some hesitation, grab one of the twin members pushed against you.
Instant reaction.
The monster halts, as desired, and looks at you almost oddly, but hopefully. The trick is not giving him enough time to think, so you quickly get a feel for what you're working with, and start stroking him generously.
It's not the frenzied, rushed jerking he inflicts on himself when his own libido becomes bothersome, the fisting of a large hand with little focus and care. You handle him as pleasurably as you can manage, using both hands on him and attentively reading his face. 197 pants openly again, glancing vapidly at your small hands while they work him and he fucks into the motions, strings of thick drool falling from his teeth.
" Good...? Yeah? " You ask, gulping.
He falters and gasps, trying to articulate something. " Please. " Gets dragged out, his dick pulsing in your grasp.
You don't quite know what he's begging for, but you assume he's enjoying himself. Watching the neglected length bob uselessly, you take the opportunity to remove your own lab coat, switching hands quickly when necessary. The shirt comes off too, leaving you in your bra and pants.
By the time you glance back at him, the breeder's skin has shifted entirely to black, and he's hypnotized by the new parts of your body revealed to him, the mounds on your chest breeder females don't have but that he somehow finds pleasing to the eye regardless.
You make a lifting motion, trying to get his attention. " Knees. Come on, knees. Let me show you something. "
It takes a hot second, but he computes the request and does as told out of genuine curiosity. You're about to show an already decidedly horny monster the wonders of oral sex, which is likely not the brightest of ideas, but no one's here to judge your poor decisions.
197's girths hover far too close to your face while he waits a tad impatiently. Studying the things you'll be pleasing soon, you nearly pale a couple shades, knowing it'll take some prayer not to end up hurting your jaw. The male has lived in captivity since the day he hatched, you've enjoyed showing him some of the nicer things in life from time to time, this is just another one of them.
Carefully grabbing onto the left one, you glance at 197 as you deliberately slip your tongue out, so he doesn't just assume you're going to try biting his genitals. He tenses, because of course he would, but you take your time, stopping the moment only his tip is inside your mouth. The breeder is a tad confused and quaking slightly with ambiguous anticipation.
Then you suck.
And it clicks instantly.
God, just this little of his length is already forcing you to open wider than you've ever had to with previous partners, still, you strain to take a few more inches down and focus on that part.
The male exhales tremulously, experiencing the feeling for the first time ever, you're certain. 197 has to straighten slightly as the first intense waves of pleasure course through him, and bless the big dorky monster, he has no idea what to do with himself or his arms. As your jaw adjusts, a tad uncomfortably, you start truly gouging how much of him you can handle. Not that much honestly, but it's to be expected. It's already more than enough to please him, if the increasingly louder growled trills are any indication.
Oh, you bet this is the closest thing to heaven for him. His favorite human, with a mouth warmer than he could have ever expected, lips much softer than any of his species', no apex predator teeth to get in the way, and a tongue that although flat and short, can still chase after those wonderfully sensitive spots.
He has exactly zero idea how to react beyond making bestial noises and drooling on his own chest like a vapid animal. The way his cock pulses in your mouth is a tad bothersome to the rhythm you're trying to keep, but you figure you don't have to show-off to someone who's never had oral before, he's already blown away.
Humorously, 197's hands land on your shoulders, and that's the only way he can apparently steady himself while he's sucked off. His spare cock oozes precum that smears onto your bare chest and you half-heartedly pump it when you pop off his other dick.
" Is this okay, hm? " Needless question, really.
The breeder doesn't even make an effort to reply, whining at the loss of friction and edging forward until both his members nudge against your cheek and lips, begging without words to have that bliss again.
Feeling vaguely in control, enough to be playful, you lean away from the one closest to you and take the right one into your mouth, sucking it as far in as you physically can before switching to the other one, all just so you can hear 197 gasp and grunt out moans. His desperation causes him to buck, and as you gag, a little lightbulb fizzles above his head.
Oh.
Oh no.
The next time you try to pull away, his hands rise from your shoulders to the sides of your head. Each dark finger nearly curves over the perimeter of your skull, and you freeze instantly, not wanting him to tighten his grasp by any means. Everything is fine so long as he only holds onto your head this way, gently.
He's the one moving this time, apparently marveling at the sight of his length disappearing past your somewhat swollen, drooled lips. Except, as expected, he's going faster and deeper than you'd like, getting into it enough to trigger harsh flutters in the back of your throat. Your gagging and subsequent reflexive jerks are met with warning rumbles and one of his hands caging you in place by the back of head.
He learns fast, needless to say.
The more he drives into you, the less you can control your saliva, creating gross pops and slurps as you have little choice but to huff through your nose. Merciless, not even the odd cough around his dick will stop him now that he's nearing orgasm, or so you're willing to guess by his franticness.
Eventually, he makes the mistake of shoving his cock far enough that your jaw strains and your stomach flips, a grossly loud hurl being his response. The horrid noise finally jolts him to a still, giving you enough space to pull away and catch some much needed breath, controlling your belly before anything unfortunate happens.
" Fucking Hell! " You groan hoarsely, irritated. " You're hung like a horse, be careful... "
The rutting male's fried brain only understands that you sound wounded, a concerned chirp followed by soothing sloppy laps to your jaw being his response.
Not an ideal development at all, and yet, progress.
197 is usually very violent with the breeders they tired to pair him for mating. Which is to be expected, being the golden goose of the facility comes at a cost- The rush of hormones in his machine of a metabolism doesn't just contribute to more virility than his male peers, it also causes bursts of hyper aggression not easily controlled. And the only socialization this one usually gets is fights with other males who feel threatened by his presence, understand that they are being hurt by techs because they fail to live up to the standard 197 created, that they might be killed for such.
The females, likewise, fear him.
197 is bigger, louder, scarier. He has a reputation amongst the other breeders, and some of them were more likely to try fighting him off during their heats than accept getting sexual with him. This has led to 197 rejecting all breeders regardless of the context, which resulted in many of the paired females being immediately fatally attacked whenever a scheduled session was arranged. Sometimes he would simply slaughter them, other times he would actually instinctually attempt to mate, and end up ignoring cries of distress, nothing but rage and hormones in that brain causing him to end up killing them mid-coitus.
Shitshows, complete shitshows you've had the displeasure of partially witnessing in the past.
Which is why you're so incredibly shocked he stopped when he heard you nearly throw up. Then again, you're no breeder, and you like to think you've created as decent a connection with him as possible. It could be that.
When the monster thinks you've recovered enough, he attempts to get you to sit in the same position from before so things can resume, and if the way he's insistent on keeping a hold of your head is any indication, then he's learned he prefers to take control of this. And you won't be the fool that argues with him in this state.
After licking your lips a few times, hearing his impatient little huffs, you take one of those slicked cocks into your mouth again, letting him build the pace back up. On the one hand, you're glad you don't have to pretend to keep any composure, letting yourself drool as much as possible for the sake of making the process easier, and uncaring of the filthy noises that only seem to make his thighs quake. On the other, you need a solution so he doesn't just peirce past the back of your throat.
So, experimentally, the next time 197 pushes far enough to have your eyes rolling, you get a firm grasp of the base of his tail and tug.
The appendage lifts and his spine curves back in sudden shock. You doubt it's pain that has him straightening like a plank, after all, you know these beings can oftentimes carry their young by the tail, so if it can handle their body weight, then it can handle a yank from a human's hand. It's more so a sort of "freeze reaction", effective in getting the male to pull back even if he grunts in mild agitation.
It's only fair, in your eyes.
The moment you let go, 197 continues to fuck your face as he pleases, moaning and curving over you once more to find his own pleasure, until he drives in too much again and you repeat the gesture. Over and over, so he understands there are limits.
It seems to succeed in getting the message across. If he wants to keep getting sucked off by your hot little mouth, then he needs to be minimally considerate.
This goes on for a while, you're almost proud to feel him eventually actively hold back from going too far. Because that would halt the friction, and judging by the way his tongue lolls out in pleasure, 197 wants to come really bad.
He seems to have enjoyed your antics from before, because the male actively pulls out of your mouth with another lurid pop and positions his spare length against your lips, fucking into you a couple times before switching to the other one, doing this enough times that you honestly struggle to contain some laughter.
His throbbing increases and you know his peak approaches, quickly reaching beside you for the container as fingers race to open it. Your spare hand makes an extra effort to stroke the length 197 can't fit inside you and with as much vigor as possible, you complement his every motion.
The second you back away to breathe, strings of saliva still clinging from your lips to his dicks, offers the monster enough of a nasty view to trigger exactly what you need. 197 snarls at the top of his lungs, rapidly fisting both cocks before you. It's a decidedly disgustingly arousing display that has you staring heatedly, until the first rope of thick pearly cum lands on your cheek.
It jolts you into flustered movement, holding the canister up to the closest of his girths, you try to get as much as possible inside, unable to shield yourself from the rest of his load as it lands on your neck and tits, warm globs marking you in the throes of the specimen's ecstasy.
It's immensely relieving for him, the sighed, low and needy moans that rip out his throat evidence enough that 197 had been pent up for more than a while. And you... You're soaked in warm seed, observing his maddened jerking slow down.
This is your job now.
Personally collecting from the golden goose of the facility. All for a bonus.
Whatever, just don't think about it too much.
Giving into the guilty sense of pride you feel over making 197 stare at the ceiling in total bliss, you lean down to catch the trails dripping down those teal blue lengths, cleaning him. You don't have to, by any means, but you've already sunk so low today, what difference does it make if you let yourself go a little?
The specimen's legs tremble and he glances down at you with this utterly cum-drunk, infatuated smile. Dark, stained digits rise to comb through your hair in some kind of comforting gesture until you eventually pull away and allow the male to recover.
Now, two things.
You need to clean up somehow, you don't want his cum to dry on your skin.
There's also the matter of the second canister, you think while you grab one of the cloths in the breeder's nest to wipe your face and chest on. You probably won't be allowed to leave his cell until they're both full.
Reaching for the one already warm with 197's sample, you seal it tight, the small device in it emitting a faint green light and beeping quietly. The signal that one container has been filled is then sent to whichever tech is keeping track of this particularly... Unique task.
A pang of shame courses through you at the thought of one of your coworkers now knowing that you've made 197 orgasm.
Time to get the other one and hurry this up.
Unfortunately, as soon as you're about to set a foot outside of the nest, a huge black hand captures your leg, and you're possessively tugged back by a disgruntled breeder who barely gives you enough time to scream before he starts shredding the rest of your clothes...
Hours have passed. You're sure of it.
As far as anyone's concerned, your work has been accomplished. Both canisters are practically overflowing with untainted samples, sitting in the corner of the room so that nothing happens to them.
You're naked, sticky and likely to bruise in some areas from 197's lack of strength mediation, but you did it.
At any moment now, coworkers of yours will enter 197's cell, and you know it's going to be a total wreck. Between his likely immediate aggression, the damage they'll cause him and your less than sightly state, it'll be unpleasant.
But you can't bring yourself to care.
Not when a tireless tongue continues to groom your already exhausted form and 197's meaty cock lazily fucks globs of his hot cum back into your puffed pussy while he trills soothingly. His breathing has steadied and his heartbeat slows.
Any moment now, he might fall asleep inside you, enjoying a sweet moment of bliss before you're taken away again.
It's almost cruel.
#Bregory#monsterfucker#terato tag#yandere monster#yandere teratophilia#monster boyfriend#monster x human#not sfw#minors dni#pinnie's art#terat0philliac
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you are criminally underrated. *holds out hands like a sad victorian child* any tips for a young artist? :)
im a very. tired. artist.
To aspiring artists, I'm not sure what 'tips' or advice I can give that were not already said by another. However, I'll remind you anyway.
"There's no secret to art... just begin and keep going. That's all we can do."
Always set your pace, and take your time learning. Art is something that isn't rushed, rather it grows through experience. Think of it like exp points or something, the more you gain, the more you know and skills acquired. It doesn't mean you HAVE to abide by the principles or rules either, though it's best to know them. Knowledge comes in different ways and your method is yours to explore.
As for motivation, it's something you'd find attached to, a mission and values thing per se. Find your dedication, how will you strive, how much are you willing to pursue. What keeps you going? What WILL keep you determined?
We take criticism critically: Don't get your ego attached to every work, everyone has their own perspective. What I mean to say is to understand errors and find improvement. Be HONEST with yourself and your work. Nothing is ever wrong in art, hell- even the most fucked-up ones can look so beautiful and meaningful.
In social media or sharing artworks, it's cool to show them to your friends or relevant platforms your craft would be in, just gotta learn the long process of algorithm somehow... It's a pain, but never lose confidence! Believe in yourself. Even the tiniest of work, effort is counted as special. Because it's from you!
Lastly, enjoy what you do! Have fun once in a while, and best that you find fun all the time in your crafts! You create for a cause and not just to please. Art shouldn't be a cause to break you, rather it builds you.
I hope this message is enough? ::)
I've been drawing since I was young, now as an adult- my art is meh compared to other artists out there, but I still try my best to keep my mark around.
So much has happened in my life and I'm still VERY lost, especially in a path as an 'Artist'. Though, I fell off in art, burned out, and relapsed more than I can count,
nothing or no one can kill the part of me that just wants the world to see that I can still... Create.
#messyr#I tend to fall off on media most of the time so...#i dont really care about much about my reputation so idc much about relevancy- i just like to create things.#pain is my motivation as edgy it may sound#but it's where i strive best and where im from lmaoooo#messyr's art guide
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**MDNI**
"The closest to heaven we'll ever get"
Saw a lot of stuff about Simon helping out a s*x worker. Anyways, it reminded me of a personal experience I had so... Here I am đ
5.5k words
*This is kind of Simon needing company and being a weirdo who needs constant validation.
Not gonna lie, it gets blasphemous at the end!
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I always played around with the idea of being an escort. I was offered to do things while working in the strip club, but I always turned it down. I was spending every dollar I made because I could always make more, right? But when I broke up with my ex and realized I didn't have the credit or rental history to get my own place, I started panicking. The only option was to put down at least three months rent cash upfront, to even be considered. Suddenly, money was drying up at the club for me, my regulars were being whisked away by girls who would do more for less. I couldn't really get mad, it's just a part of the game really. So I knew what needed to be done.
I hit up one of my girlfriends and told her that I needed the extra cash and what I was willing to do for it. She helped me set up a website, took professional photos of me, made me business cards. The whole nine yards. Now all I had to do was wait. About a week in, I finally get my first client. It was awkward and surprisingly, both of our first times in this situation. I was sent back home in a black car and a few hundred bucks richer for just 30 minutes of my time. I felt a rush I never felt before.
As the months rolled by, the money came. Luxury was the new standard for me. Designer everything, nice dinners, even nicer dates. To my surprise a majority of my clientele were, at most, 10 years older than me, and even more surprisingly, good looking. Finance bros, guys with daddy's money, or just men who had the money to spare. They always talked about how it was more fun and less work to hire me than get a girlfriend. To get a pretty girl in their arm to parade around that wouldn't bicker and give them a hard time at the end of the night. No feelings attached, just company and good sex.
So here I am Saturday night. Instead of going out to the club like a normal woman my age in Manhattan should be doing. I am in my hotel. Waiting for a call or text from someone. Anybody. My hair in rollers, makeup half done. Just waiting. My phone lights up, a text coming in:
Hi, Gia. Was interested in spending an hour with you tonight, 11pm.
I smiled to myself. Finally, someone who reads my ad properly. Follows the instructions on what to text to me. Straight to the point.
Wonderful, just need a picture of your ID or passport.
I reply. Always a rule my girlfriend drilled into my head. Safety first. If they don't do it, then what could they be planning? Anything goes bad and all you have is a name that couldn't even be real. Any client worth your time understands your safety is a priority. So this was my way of feeling safer. A moment passes before my phone dings again.
A picture of a passport, full name and age. Along with a picture. He's cute. A little older than what I usually get but I'm not complaining. I quickly look him up, nothing out of the ordinary. Good.
Great. Thank you, Simon. I'll send an address for you to send a car at 10:20. Reach out to you thenâ€ïž
Before I start to get ready he texts,
Wear something casual.
Not an odd request. Actually most clients prefer it. Want more of a girlfriend vibe rather than an escort. I finished getting ready, helping myself to a glass of wine. Playing my usual bad bitch songs, it helped me turn into the woman I needed to be- from me to Gia.
10:25 rolls around. I get a screenshot of the Uber from him. 5 minutes out. I grab my purse and strut out of my hotel, to a nearby park. Never give your real address. Always make sure you're not being followed.
A black SUV pulls up, I slide in. Exchange pleasantries with the driver and I'm off. Headed to midtown. I share my location with a friend and how long I should be gone. My phone goes off.
Walk into the building and head to the elevators on the left. 36th floor. Apt. 4A.
I nod to myself before shooting a text of confirmation.
Got it. See you soon ;)
I pull up to the building, it's huge. Nicer than most places I've been. He must have some serious cash. I walk into the building and follow the directions he gave me. A little adrenaline rushes through me as I walk up to the door, always did when meeting someone new. I knock. He almost immediately opens the door, as if he was standing in front of it. Waiting.
Simon!
I say with a wide smile. He steps aside as I walk in, looking around. Nice place. Really nice place. Ceiling to floor windows, minimalist decor, the lovely smell of something masculine and expensive. He looks me up and down as I turn to him.
You look just like your pictures.
His voice is deep, alluring, unreadable. Sends a chill up my thighs that shoots straight to my core.
You do too.
I reply playfully. A small twitch plays at the corner of his mouth before disappearing. His face inscrutable. I shimmy off my coat before he takes it, hanging it up in a closet near the entrance. I wait for him to move. He stands, hands in his pockets, studying me. An awkward minute passes before he walks to the living room. I follow.
Really nice place you got here.
I try to make the moment more comfortable.
Hm.
He responds. He wasn't like the other men I've seen before. They are sociable, or at least try to be. I take a seat on the couch next to him, our knees barely touching.
Money's there.
He gestures to an envelope on the table. I nod, grabbing it.
Do you mind if I...?
I ask, opening it up. He nods and stands to pour himself a drink. My eyes widen. This is more than my usual rate. Much more. I'm quiet, trying not to show my shock.
Was hoping to do an overnight, if that's alright.
It was less of a question and more of a statement from him. It was more than enough for a night. I nodded.
Of course, I do wish you would've told me; I would've packed a bag.
I smiled, putting the envelope down on the table. I grab my phone and update my friend on how long I'd be gone for. I put away the phone quickly and look up at him. God, was he hot. And the way he carried himself made him even hotter, so nonchalant. He shrugged, sipping his drink before sitting next to me again, some space between us.
How long you been doing this?
He stares at me, gaze so intense I squirm a little.
Just a few months.
We're quiet again. Usually I try to carry a conversation if the other party can't hold one, but he makes me nervous. I talk again, asking mundane questions. It's like pulling teeth trying to have small talk with him. Maybe he's just not much of a talker.
I scoot closer to him, our knees barely touching. He puts his drink down, and rests his arms on the back of the couch. I lean in closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh before kissing his lips. He kisses back softly. We exchange light, almost timid kisses for awhile. He finally moves. A hand reaching up to grab at my hair, gently pulling. I moan faintly and that seems to set him off. He grabs me by the throat, not hard, just enough to stand me up and guide me to his bedroom; our kisses getting more intense. We strip each other of our clothes. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down, it feels like I'm opening a gift on Christmas. He's big. I smile up at him. He just looks down vacantly. I pull down his boxers and his erection springs up, tip drooling. He opens a drawer next to the bed, pulling out a condom and rolling it on himself.
Lay back.
He commands. I obey, opening my legs. I've done this so many times before, but this time it's different. As unceremoniously as he's treating this, I can't be more excited. His body is amazing, tattoos and scars just adding to the mysterious aura. His natural scent drives me wild. I look up to him as he crawls over me, lining himself up with me. He gives a couple lazy slaps on my slick. I take a sharp breath. He watches as he slides himself in, I tense up. Most guys are well... average. And he's well... much more than that.
Relax.
He huffs. Sliding himself in more, not giving me any time to adjust. I grip the bedsheets, clenching my jaw. I stare up at him, he doesn't even look at me. His face emotionless as he watches himself slide in and out. I try to unclench, opening myself up more to him.
Mhm...
He grunts. My nipples harden at his voice. I moan as he slams into my cervix repeatedly. It makes him shoot his eyes up at me, glaring into mine. His eyes dark pools, intense. He roughly hooks his arms under my knees, pushing them up to my chest. He digs even deeper into me as I whimper. He takes quick, shallow breaths.
You're so deep.
I say panting, the breath getting knocked out of me. I reach out to touch his muscular arms. He grunts and pounds harder into me. I throw my head back, whining. Trying to not wince in pain. He slows for a moment, pulling back, keeping my legs on his shoulders as he slides in and out. My breasts bounce up and down with each thrust.
You're hot.
A hint of emotion in his voice, he reaches down to knead my chest. My face gets hot. I tighten around him.
Fuck...
He makes a sound that almost resembles a moan. I smile up at him, almost proud of making him show any emotion. He looks down at me, a flicker in his eyes, a small smirk on his face that leaves as quickly as it came. He parts my legs and rubs at my clit in rough circles. I squirm under him.
Say my name.
He orders. His strokes picking up as I get used to him.
Simon~
As soon as his name leaves my lips, a deep rumble from his chest fills my ears. He leans over me, arms on either side of my head. I reach up to run my hands up and down the back of his neck.
Say you love me.
His request takes me aback. I pull him closer, my lips just under his ear.
I love you~
He immediately tenses up and takes a heavy breath. I could feel him twitch inside me as he finishes. He pulls away quickly, going to the bathroom to throw out the condom and clean up. He brings back a wet towel, wiping me down.
What's your name?
His tone as flat as ever.
Gia.
I responded. I know what he's actually asking me. Never, ever tell a trick your real name. Hell, he shouldn't even know your real age.
You know what I mean.
He glares at me. I shift awkwardly. Don't do it. He doesn't say a word, just stares in a way that makes me uncomfortable. Why should he know your real name anyways? I tell him my name. Stupid. Fucking dumbass. I kick myself. He nods and slides into some sweats, throwing me his shirt.
Let's watch something.
I throw on his shirt. Now this is what I'm used to. Being a temporary girlfriend. Pretending to be affectionate. Giving much needed companionship. He splays out on the couch as I lay on top of him. He turns on the TV, resting a hand on my ass and squeezing it. Maybe this is why he hires girls. Because of how distant he is. The man can't even hold a conversation. He flicks on some show he was in the middle of, a business dramedy that I couldn't care less about. I rest my head on his chest and he runs his fingers through my hair. We're like this for a while, quiet.
Tell me you love me.
He says dryly, looking down at me. I look up and kiss him.
I love you, Simon.
He gets hard immediately, rubbing himself on me. He gets up, lifting me up effortlessly, and throws me on the bed. He lays on top of me, pinning me down onto the bed. Kissing me much more passionately this time, like he was trying to taste every inch of my mouth.
Keep saying it.
His voice gruff. He moves his kisses down to my neck, pawing at my bust.
I love you, Simon.
I moan. I wanted him so badly. I don't care how I got him, I just wanted to take him. Something about him made me go crazy, deep inside. He yanks up the shirt I was wearing, moving his kisses more and more south.
You fuck other people raw?
I shake my head. I might've been a whore, but I wasn't reckless.
Never.
He nods.
Can I eat you out?
I look down at him. Something about seeing him between my legs makes me wanna say yes. The way his eyes looks almost as if he's pleading, desperate. No way. Never do that.
Yes.
I allow him to keep going. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I allowing this? Before I can think more, he plunges his tongue between my lips. Lapping up desperately, burying his face into me. I roll my eyes back, running my fingers through his hair.
I love you, Simon.
I gasp. It's the only thing he wanted me to say. I saw something in him, the way he reacted when I said that, it made me want to stay in his place forever. To never leave. Make him happy. It's just the good head talking, you'll snap back to your senses afterwards. He moans so quietly I can barely hear it. Barely. My legs on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around my thighs. Digging fingers into the soft flesh. He sucks on my nub repeatedly. It's a tortuously delicious feeling. I grip his hair a little.
I love you, Simon.
I look down at him, watching him devour me. He looks up at me, his eyes showing an emotion I can't decipher. He moves one hand down to slide two fingers into me.
I love you, Simon.
I moan, throwing my head back and smiling.
Hmm...
He mumbled into my heat. Pumping in and out before bending his fingers in a way that presses against my sweet spot. I hiss, pleasure flashing through me like a strobe light. I'm dripping wet. He pulls his fingers out and plunges his tongue into my entrance, trying to suck out every drop of my juices.
You taste good.
Voice as flat as ever, as if he isn't lost in between my folds. He drags his tongue up between my lips, from my entrance to my nub again. He slips his fingers in again, pressing up against my sweet spot repeatedly. I get lost in the feeling. God I could stay like this forever. He looks up at me, like he's looking for validation.
I love you, Simon~
I slip out between heavy breaths. He picks up the pace of his fingers and tongue. My face gets hot as I get closer, grip his hair a little harder. He goes even faster, harder, almost feverant. I roll my eyes back, panting. I whimper before crying out, tightening around his fingers in a vice grip.
I love you, Simon~
I force the words from my throat as I spasm under him. He continues, seemingly determined to draw another climax out of me. I mewled, trying to push his head away. He was unmoving for an unbearable moment. The only sounds were my pants and his slurping.
I love you, Simon.
I wailed, almost hoping it'll make him stop. He does thankfully. He pulls away, tearing off his sweats, beating off himself. Staring at me, his gaze is intense as ever. He grabs me by the thighs and drags me into his lap. He continues to stroke himself, staring into my wet core as if he was hypnotized by it.
Can I...
He starts, almost knowing he shouldn't ask the question.
Can I fuck you raw?
His voice is uncharacteristically soft and unsure. I blink at him, mind racing. ABORT! ABORT! THIS IS LIKE RULE #1 IN HOE-ING!!! He looked so delicious from this angle, his eyes still glued on my wetness. ARE YOU INSANE?? NO!! His throbbing, beautiful dick is twitching.
...yes.
I nod. You're the dumbest person on the planet. I insult myself a million different ways in my head. A brief moment of regret is replaced with pleasure as he slides his tip teasingly in and out of me. His jaw clenches, chest rising and falling faster. His voice cracks as a moan escapes him, his eyebrows furrow.
I love you, Simon.
I stare at him, eyes half lidded. The smallest smile spreads across his face, still looking at himself entering me. He inches his way in. Pulling in and out, going deeper each time. I squeeze him, make him bite his lip.
That's good.
He stated, voice quavering. He clears his throat before grabbing one leg and lifting it to my chest, digging deep into me. I take a sharp breath in. He hovers over me, arms on either side of my head again. He slides in and out, slowly at first then picking up to a punishing pace. I whimper and wiggle under him. He grabs my face, forcing me to look into his eyes that bore into mine.
I love you, Simon.
I stare right back at him, passion shooting right out of my eyes. His eyes flutter for a moment before blinking back into his cold, unnerving self. He continues to dig himself into me, slamming and grinding himself into the deepest parts of me. It's a painfully addicting feeling. I take his hand and press it up against my lower stomach so he can feel how much he fills me. He clenches his jaw so hard, it looks like his head could pop.
I love you, Simon.
I whisper. He drops down on top of me, snaking his arms around and behind my back to grab my ass. His mouth right next to my ear, I can hear his fast and shallow breaths. Little groans that slip out every now and then. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tighter.
I love you, Simon.
I hear him groan under me as I said it again. He goes faster than before, pretty much jackhammering me into the mattress. My mouth is agape and head thrown back. Only grunts escape my throat as I get fucked senseless.
Mhm...like that?
His words bounce around in my empty head. I replay it in my head over and over until I clench around him, he doesn't stop though. It only seems to spur him on even more. His warm breath tickling my ear as it gets more ragged.
Keep saying it.
He demands through gritted teeth.
Fuck... I love you, Simon.
I squeak out the words. He huffs and continues to rampage my body.
Can I come inside you?
He asks- No, begs. No use in turning back now. Just the thought made me close again.
Yes.
I nod and he breathes harder and harder until he pleads in a strained voice,
Say it.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me.
I love you, Simon~
He spills inside me. His stammered breaths and moans driving me crazy. The feeling of him pumping into me driving me over the edge. I pull him closer, practically squeezing him.
I love you, Simon.
I tenderly kiss the top of his head as he nuzzles into my neck.
How often do you do this?
My head clears, a wave of regret coming over me.
Never. I never even hired anyone before you.
He says in a way so sincere I honestly believe him. How do you know when a trick is lying? Their mouth is open. Rules. Rules to live by, to be able to survive doing what I do. Rules. They all meant nothing as soon as I laid eyes on him. Somehow saw this coming a mile away in the back of my head. He pulled away from my grasp, disappointment flooded me. He leaned back, opening my legs: watching both of our cum dripping out of me.
Say it.
His eyes so focused, as if he were trying to take a picture with his mind; so he would never forget this moment.
I love you, Simon.
I say with a tender smile. His dick jumps. Good lord is this man insatiable. He stands up and does the same routine as before, cleaning himself up and then me. He hands me his shirt:
Here.
I throw it on and he leads me to the bathroom, grabbing me by the shoulders and making me face the mirror. He gently pushes my back, I lean my elbows on the countertop. I stand on the balls of my feet, trying to get my hips to meet his. As I look in the mirror, his face looks almost tender watching me sway my hips.
I love you, Simon~
I sing softly. He bites his lip, entering me again. God, I never get used to the feeling. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto him, he bottoms me out. Groaning louder this time, he pulls my hair back so I'm looking directly at the mirror, locking eyes with him.
S'it, pretty girl...
A corner of his mouth upturned just enough to know he's enjoying himself. His words make me flutter around him. He groans and starts to pound into me. The bathroom is filled with the duet of our breaths and groans. He pulls my hair so my back is pressed against his chest. He rests a hand on my throat, squeezing just enough. Moves his lips to my neck, still sliding in and out of me.
You love me? Huh?
He grunts, warm breath on the pulse of my neck.
I love you. So much.
I moaned. I repeated the phrase so many times, it started coming out of my mouth naturally. He moved his hand from my hair to my lower stomach, pressing against it so he could feel himself hitting my walls.
You love this dick, yeah? Say it.
His voice getting more demanding and urgent. I nod and look at him through the mirror, smiling.
I love it, I love this dick so much, Simon~
He nips at my neck as he continues to fuck me. His nips turn into bites. Bites that definitely leave marks. I didn't care, that didn't matter right now.
You're never fucking leaving, you know that?
A threat that sounded like heaven to me. He could keep me chained to the bed and I wouldn't care, just as long as he kept fucking me like this. I giggled with excitement.
You like that, hm?
He smiles against my skin before continuing to lick and bite my neck.
I love it~
I truly did. It felt heavenly. Better than anyone I've ever had. Ever. Something felt so familiar about his touch. As if I belonged there.
I love you, Simon~
At this point I feel like I'm reciting a prayer, the words flowing out of me like a stream. I was melting in his arms.
Turn around, wanna see that pretty face.
I did so eagerly as he lifted me up on the counter and slid inside me. I smirked up at him. He, as always, was watching himself impale me.
Looks so pretty...
He seemingly mumbled to himself. He leaned down and pressed our foreheads together, a firm hand on the back of my head. Hitting a spot so deep inside me I never knew I had. We were like this for a long minute, sloppy sounds of our sex bouncing off the walls.
I love you, Simon.
I stared into his eyes. They seem to soften for a moment before he tightened the grip on the back of my neck. A huff, and then he came undone. He stayed inside me until he was soft. He pulls out and pushes his fingers into my cunt, stuffing his seed back into me.
Hm.
He grunts in a way that sounds like approval before helping me off the counter. He leads me to bed and slips under the covers.
In my arms.
Commanding as he usually does. I press my head against his chest, his heart beating hard and fast. He wraps an arm around me, his touch much gentler than before. I fall asleep. Not too sure if he does too.
Morning comes and I'm woken up by the sun shining in my face. Sitting up, I'm in his bed, still wearing his shirt. Alone. I walk out to the living room and see him setting up breakfast on the coffee table.
You made this?
I question, surprised.
Ordered it. Good morning.
He turns to me, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks at me expectantly. I blink at him.
Good morning.
I say. He looks at me as if he was anticipating something else. I think for a moment before suddenly remembering.
I love you, Simon.
He steps to the side, inviting me to sit on the couch. I help myself to a seat and look at the plate in front of me. It's simple, French toast and eggs. I help myself.
Are you gonna eat anything?
I look at him quizzically. He shakes his head, staring like always. We're silent as I finish my plate. I grab my phone and check the time. Almost time for me to leave.
Can I book you for longer?
His voice is gruff. An underlying tone, pleading?
It'll be expensive.
I didn't want to say that. Wanted to say I'll stay as long as he likes. But I already made too many mistakes. Gotta get back on track.
I don't care.
Of course he didn't. He could probably buy me out for the rest of my life if he wanted to. He pulled out his phone, asking for my personal number so he could send the money straight to my bank account. Hesitantly I gave it to him. He probably could find out that stuff if he wanted to anyways. My phone dings, I check my bank app. My eyes pop out of my head. I look up at him bewildered.
How long would that get me?
He asks, as if he didn't send me an ungodly amount of money.
It's enough for a whole week...
Shock still overwhelming me.
You wanna stay that long?
He doesn't really ask. He knows I'll say yes. Doesn't even wait for my answer.
I'll let you get your things.
He throws some of his clothes my way and sends me back in a car to the hotel. I grab my bags and checkout. Is this really happening? A call from my girlfriend. I tell her about his extension. She says something about making sure he's not a serial killer. We laugh, tells me to have fun, don't fall in love. I scoff as if that was the stupidest idea I've heard. As soon as I know it I'm back at his place, he's grabbing bags from me, setting them to the side. Turning to me and running a hand up the side of my waist.
I love you, Simon.
We spend the whole week tangled up in each other. Taking a break before I say those four words and he has me pinned against a wall or over a dresser or kitchen counter. Any flat surface, really.
It's Saturday night and we're showering, cleaning off sweat and other bodily fluids from each other. His touch is so gentle, handling me like I was a piece of china. He liked me. It was obvious. Seemed like the only way he knew how to show it was by fucking me, though. I liked him too. Maybe not to the extent he did.
Seemed like he found something he needed for a long time. He was hungry. Famished. He couldn't just let go of me. He's not satiated yet. Don't know if he'll ever be. It was a looming feeling. Dark and heavy. A little scary. But it made me feel more desired than I've ever been before. And not just a carnal desire. It made me feel coveted.
We're laid up on his couch. Watching the show I didn't care for before, a little more invested. My phone lights up, buzzing. The name of a regular of mine across the screen in big bold letters. This is usually the time of the month he calls to set up a date. A reminder that this is all temporary. I let it go to voicemail. He tenses up. Jealousy and disappointment radiating off him.
How much for the whole month?
He doesn't even let me think of an answer before speaking again.
How much to make you quit for good?
I'm a little shook, sure I've heard it a dozen times before. Always said in jest. But he's serious. The few words he said, he always seemed to mean. No need to waste his breath beating around the bush. My heart races. I can feel his pound against mine. A number doesn't come to my head.
Let's just see how this goes.
He doesn't like that answer. He wants something solid. A promise that I'll never leave. More than a promise. But that's as good as he can get right now. There's a tense silence between us.
I love you, Simon.
The only thing I can think of saying right now. He takes hold of me, climbing into the bed and sits me in his lap. His back against the headboard.
C'mon love.
He says frigid. An underlying tone of disappointment and hurt. I slide myself down on him, a little more adjusted to his size now. He wraps strong arms around my waist, pulling me so close it seems like he wants to coalesce into my very being.
Give me a number.
A demand that seems more like a plea. We hold each other. Unmoving as he is still buried deep inside me.
Maybe it is a little toxic to spiral into the addiction to fast money. Maybe I'm a little sick of pretending to be the perfect woman. Maybe it is a little exhausting to be a fantasy and nothing more. Maybe it is a little lonely when it's just me lying in bed, when I have to comfort others. Where's my comfort in all of this? Where's my happiness in all of this? No more fake smiles. No more fake orgasms. No more fake feelings. I don't care if he's lying. I want to indulge in delusion. Even for a moment.
Ok.
I give in. He leans over, placing me on my back before adjusting himself on top of me. Touches my face, his showing an emotion that is genuine and staggering. Devotion? It feels like it.
I could almost cry, the way he takes me like I'm his. The way he talks to me like I'm not someone he hired. That didn't matter anymore. I wasn't an escort to him. I was his girl. The sex was different. Transcendant. Divine. Did I know I wanted to be saved? Of course I didn't know; for the life of sin and suffering is simply a thing to toil in until you are shown salvation. Every time he came, he baptized me. I was born again in his eyes, I was perfect and clean. Absolved of my sins.
He looked at me with so much adoration. I looked up at him, much in the same way Magdalene did to her Redeemer. He had turned a prostitute into a Saint. The unshakeable feeling of deliverance washed over as he touched me, no longer a leper. I was saved by him. His body. His sweat. His seed. Akin to taking Communion. The closest to heaven we'll ever get.
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I was given oral herpes by someone who didn't feel the need to disclose that they got cold sores before we had a one-time little dalliance.
I might've gone for it anyways. I'm self destructive. But I guess the lack of being able to choose whether to take the risk, it's left me feeling pretty bitter about the experience.
And I'm left feeling like a biohazard. I haven't really been able to explain to my friends yet why I'm suddenly extremely cagey about sharing my drinks and food. And all my favorite sexual activities are off the table forever. I know, dental dams, condoms, but half the fun of oral sex and making out is, you know, the taste, the heat, the absolute control. I was good at it.
It feels especially embarrassing since I'm ace and the whole reason I hooked up with the person was kind of... I don't know, fear that if I didn't, then we wouldn't be able to hang out anymore.
I'm not sure what I'm asking. Maybe, was it wrong for them not to disclose something like that? Considering how common it is? I feel obligated to disclose myself but maybe I'm just weird for that.
Thanks for doing what you do here.
Kind regards,
Asexual for Ethical Reasons Now I Guess
hi anon,
I don't often apologize for needing time to get to anons, because I really need people to have reasonable expectations about the amount of time I'm willing to commit to my inbox, but I am sorry for not getting to this one sooner. it's a topic that's very important to me, and I can tell you're dealing with a lot of hurt.
first off: I'm very sorry someone wasn't totally honest with you. that's never a good feeling, and especially in the context of sex it's a huge betrayal of trust. it's deeply unfair to you, and I hope you're able to recover from that.
having said that: you are not a biohazard. you're a person with an incredibly common virus. the World Health Organization estimates that somewhere around 80% of people worldwide have herpes (and that's a rough estimate, since they use different age ranges for HSV-1 and HSV-2). skip to the factual part of this tiktok at 00:10 seconds. herpes has been with us since before we were human; there's nothing disgusting or even unusual about having herpes.
herpes is different from most STIs in that it is lifelong, but that doesn't make you an unfuckable pariah. it makes you someone who may sometimes have open sores, and should give partners a heads up about your virus to avoid putting anyone in the same situation you're in. while you're at it, let them know that most people with herpes live asymptomatic and uncomplicated lives. many people never even know they have it!
I understand that spending the rest of your life with a viral buddy doesn't sound super fun right now, but I promise that as viruses go you can do WAY worse.
personally I've always felt the best way to get comfortable with something is to learn more about it. why not let clinical sexologist Dr. Doe talk to you about her own herpes, and how to be conscientious about minimizing the risk of sharing herpes with others?
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or listen to writer Ella Dawson talk about learning to cope with the exact stigma you're currently struggling with?
or listen to Dr. Sydnee Smirl McElroy explain why herpes bears such a heavy stigma for such a mild virus in the first place?
you're not a biohazard, and neither is anyone else with an STI. that's a terrible way to think about yourself and others.
you're under no obligation to stop being sexually active if you don't want to be.
please don't feel that you have to have sex with anyone out of a sense of obligation anymore, but also please don't feel that herpes is a punishment. sickness isn't something that happens to people because they're bad or deserve, sickness happens to people because people get sick.
take care đ
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How the Pillars react to your death
Important note: all of these deaths occur during the infinity castle arc, heavy and implied spoilers. Rengokuâs reaction to your death takes place before Mugen Train! Readerâs gender is unspecified.
Warnings: this post contains spoilers for the final arc of the manga. This includes implied spoilers for various characters. Please do not read this if you donât want to be spoiled and donât blame me if you go ahead and read it anyways lol
A/N: I wrote this whole post in my head while showering last night and Iâm honestly offended it took me 3x as long to actually write it.
GiyuÂ
âCAWWW! DEAD! KOCHO SHINOBU AND L/N Y/N ARE DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER A CONFRONTATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO!â Giyuâs body comes to a screeching halt, Tanjiro shooting past him before falling to his knees as violent sobs wracked his body. Giyu, on the other hand, is frozen in place, a sob stuck in his throat. Shinobuâs death was a punch to the gut, but you? For the first time since Sabito had died, Giyu felt tears burning at the back of his eyes. Yet, nothing would come out, those tears wouldnât break the barrier and slip down his cheeks. His tight throat would not let the sob escape. There was no possible way you were gone, you promised him youâd be okay. Though, childish beliefs like that reminded him of his own faults. Once again, he couldnât protect the people he cared about. Rather than wallowing in sudden grief, he began moving again, past Tanjiro who was struggling to get back up. He needed to keep moving, if he didnât stop, he was certain he would collapse entirely and never get up again. He couldnât let your sacrifice go to waste.Â
ShinobuÂ
Her feet barely hit the ground, body manoeuvring through the endless castle with one destination in mind. âCAWWW! DEAD! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING UPPER MOON TWO!â She stumbles, shock hitting her like a bucket of ice water being dumped over her head. Her mind is racing, not willing to believe what the crow had just said to be true. You had steered away from the plan. In a desperate attempt to save Shinobuâs life you tried to defeat Upper Two yourself. Hot, angry tears are spilling down her cheeks, hand clutching her heart as she tries to understand. âWhy would you do this? Why wouldnât you take my word for it and go with Tomioka? Look what you did⊠you went and got yourself killed,â Yet again, Upper Two had taken something precious to her. One word flashed through her mind, alongside your beautiful face. Revenge. She would get her revenge, not only for Kanae, but for you. âDonât worry, my love. Iâll be with you soon.âÂ
RengokuÂ
Itâs quiet, too quiet even. You should be back by now, the sun has fully risen. Kyojuroâs heart is hammering in his chest, doom creeping up his spine. He has an unshakable bad feeling about your late arrival. His worst fears are confirmed when your crow arrives without you. âNoâŠâ breathless, as if all the air is being ripped from his lungs. âDonât say itâŠâ his knees are giving out as your crow lands on the wooden porch. âT-theyâre goneâŠarenât they?â he chokes it out, the words are as bitter and burning as bile. Your crow only caws, soft and full of sorrow, unable to share the proper message as Kyojuro begins to sob. Heâs curling in on himself, crying so loudly but unable to hear it due to the intensity of the ringing in his ears. Itâs a panic attack manifesting in the most intense form. He canât fathom a world without you, nevermind having to live in one. Senjuro is rushing to his brother's aid, seeing your crow gives him more than enough information to know as tears well in his eyes.Â
Tengen
Heâs kneeling dutifully outside of Nezukoâs room, Shinjuro by his side. His wives are inside, too stubborn to sit out and not help at all. Their excuse being that Nezuko saved his life, they owe her the same kind of protection now. You on the other hand, were too determined, leaving your retirement to fight the battle against the demon lord himself. Nothing Tengen nor his wives said could convince you to stay on the sidelines. His heart is sinking the moment your crow appears in the distance, heâd recognize it anywhere. âN-no⊠donât you dareâŠâ Tengenâs voice is cracking as it lands, Shinjuro is turning his head the other way, knowing what is to come. âDonât you dare say they are deadâŠâ his voice is rising in his panic, he knows the answer. The commotion has Makio, Suma and Hinatsuru running outside. The moment Hinaâs eyes land on your crow, a violent sob escapes her chest, falling to her knees as Makio and Suma come to the same conclusion. âT-theyâre deadâŠarenât they?!â Makio sobs, Tengen canât raise his head as your crow delivers your final message.Â
MitsuriÂ
Sheâs frozen in place as a crow comes directly for her, fear is ebbing through her body, a cold sweat forming on her brow. She knows the message before the crow can even utter it. âNo! Go back! I donât want to hear it!â Obanai is frozen beside her, grabbing her arm so she doesnât collapse. The crow circles around her, cawing woefully as she begins to cry. âI-I donât want to know! Donât tell me!â sheâs hiccupping as Obanai tries to pull her forward, they need to keep moving. âMitsuriâŠâ his voice is surprisingly soft, the crow is still circling overhead. âWe need to hear the messageâŠâ she shakes her head, hands coming up to cover her ears as tears slip down her cheeks. The crow caws again, Obanai signals for it to deliver the message. âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON ONE!â The crow continued on about who lived and who died, what was important is that upper moon one was dead. That didnât matter to her though, no she couldnât even hear the rest of the message over the ringing in her years. Mitsuri let Obanai tug her along, they needed to keep moving at whatever the cost.Â
MuichiroÂ
âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD!â He keeps running, uncertain as to why he feels a tightness in his chest at the crowâs message. âTHEY DIED DURING A CONFLICT WITH UPPER TWO!â Heâs still moving, more so concerned over his unexpected and overwhelming sadness. Why am I sad? I donât even remember that name⊠but then your kind smile is flashing before his eyes and the world is crashing down around him. He comes to a screeching halt, eyes wide as he finally pieces together the message. ây/nâŠâ how could he ever forget? Before he realizes it, heâs sniffling. Tears blur his vision for a moment before he blinks them away. He begins to move again, the sadness gripping his chest is slowly fading, fading until he canât even remember why he got teary eyed in the first place. He needs to remember the task at hand⊠where was he heading again?Â
Obanai
The flapping of wings catches him off guard, head craning upwards as the crow begins to caw. The noise is full of sorrow, which can only mean it bears bad news. âObanaiâŠâ Mitsuri is watching the animal circle above them, her heart pounding erratically at the endless possibilities of the message it may share. âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED IN BATTLE AGAINST UPPER MOON ONE!â Obanaiâs feet are slowing, hitting the floor beneath him with a little too much force as the message rings through his head over and over. âN-no⊠oh⊠Iguro IâŠâ Mitsuri is crying, staring at the man beside her as the world seems to cave in on him. Itâs as if everything is in slow motion for a few beats in time. The words the crow uttered felt foreign, your name paired with âdeadâ didnât make any sense in his mind. It was impossible really, there was no way you were dead. You had gone to face Upper One with Gyomei, Sanemi, Muichiro⊠four hashira against upper One and you didnât make it? You were so strong⊠no the message canât be correct. âKanroji⊠letâs keep moving.â heâs turning it off, every swelling emotion is being suppressed as he takes off again. Mitsuri is left with no choice but to wipe her tears and follow.Â
Sanemi
Upper Moon One is standing before him, Gyomei at his side. This battle needed to be won, if not, everything would be lost. The demon before him needed to be put down, there was no other option. Heâs talking, but he couldnât be bothered to listen. Rather, Sanemi is gauging every vital point he can strike and how to go about doing it. âCAWW! I BRING A MESSAGE!â he doesnât glace up, nothing that crow could say would be able to break his focus. âL/N Y/N IS DEAD!â except for that. Sanemi inhales deeply, eyes widening significantly as he debates on if he heard the message correctly. âTHEY DIED DURING AN ALTERCATION WITH UPPER MOON TWO! UPPER MOON TWO IS NOW DEAD!â it feels as if all the air in the room had been sucked away with the crowâs flapping wings. Upper One no longer seemed smug about the message after the addition of Upper Two being defeated. Beside him, Gyomei is crying. Sanemi doesnât realize it, but so is he. Heâs oblivious to the hot, angry tears rolling down his cheeks. Still, his patience remains intact, waiting for Gyomeiâs signal to attack the high ranked demon. Now, he has absolutely nothing to lose. Kagaya is gone, now you are gone, it is likely the rest of the Hashira wouldnât make it out of this⊠he has nothing left to fight for.Â
Gyomei âCAWWW! L/N Y/N IS DEAD! THEY DIED AFTER ENCOUNTERING MUZAN!â Tears flow freely as he fights, part of him wishes he hadnât been able to hear the message in the first place. You had met the unfortunate fate of encountering Muzan himself. It was likely that you were alone, if you werenât, you were likely the strongest in your group. It pained him, knowing you likely died a brutal death. That pain fueled his attacks, taking every ounce of heartbreak and despair out on the demon before him. You didnât deserve that, nobody deserved a fate that cruel. He keeps moving, mind reeling yet completely focused. Itâs as if he is fighting in a bubble, the world muffled around him yet perfectly clear all at once. Too many emotions are raging through his soul to really pinpoint just one of them. He can only hope youâll wait for him on the other side, he can only pray youâre watching over him at this very moment. Guiding him, giving him strength. âIâll meet you again soon, donât worry. I promise I wonât keep you waiting much longer. Wait for me, please? You will, wonât you?â
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àł amira speaks.á : father forgive me for I have sinnedâ but I regret nothing. first time writing a threesome so I hope I did it well !! đ€§ also,, rightful honourary tags will be all the way below the fic! đ ËËË ê° summary : your boyfriend, Francisco, proposes to you to have a threesome with his friend & cast mate, Esteban. you might be reluctanct at first, but youâll end up mentally thanking him for coming up with the idea. ËËË ê° word count : 4.5k
ËËË ê° genre : smut, some fluff. ËËË ê° pairing : Francisco Romero x (fem!)Reader x Esteban Kukuriczka
WARNING.á THIS FIC CONTAINS ; threesome, fingering, slight breast/nipple play, tiddy sucking, oral sex (m receiving)/facefucking, handjob, getting cummed in your mouth & having to swallow it, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, profanity, some praising, them fighting a little bit for your attention (sorry I had to lmaoo).
âDonât you think it could be fun?â
And yet again, your boyfriend insisted on having a threesome. It seemed that the idea of sharing you somehow thrilled him.
Delicately, your fingers played with strands of his dark blonde hair as his head rested on your lap. Arching your eyebrows, you lowered your gaze â since you were supposed to calmly be watching TV together â to stare at him, only to find him attentively staring back at you with his pretty green eyes.
Several days had passed since Fran first proposed a threesome, but he had been particularly insisting on it since a few days ago. You felt shy at the thought of it, but not uncomfortable â you couldnât deny, you felt quite intrigued and curious.
âOkay, fine. You might be right, and it could be fun.â you replied, continuing to play with his hair lovingly. âBut with who are we going to have a threesome, anyways? I canât really think of anyone to join us, if I wanted to.â some seconds of silence loomed between you two after your question, no one in particular really came to your mind to have such intimate experience. âWell... I might be able to think of someone,â his words trailed off, quietly.
You raised your eyebrow curiously, awaiting for him to continue. His gaze lingered elsewhere, thinking silently, before going back to stare at you with a meek grin. âKuku told me many times before that he thought you were a very pretty girl, and that I was lucky to have you, so...â at his comment, you immediatly furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a heated fluster occupy your cheeks, understanding what he tried to imply. You felt reluctanct at the idea of asking Kuku such a thing, but at the same time... He was a good option.
Before you officially began dating Fran, while they were still filming La Sociedad de la Nieve, he had introduced you to his cast mates. All of them were incredibly sweet and fun to be around â but at that moment, you felt particularly attracted to one of them, and that was Esteban Kukuriczka. It was a crush that didnât last long, as you began dating Fran a short while after crushing on Kuku, and of course, all the love and affection you had to offer, was devotedly given to your now boyfriend.
âAre you... Being for real?â you seemed baffled, dumbfounded. âWhat if he isnât into that type of thing, and gets upset at usââ quickly before you could further continue with your objection, Fran shifted positions so instead of having his head resting on your lap, he was sitting next to you, with one of his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you closer to his own.
âIâm certain he wonât decline, trust me.â he continued, âBesides, I know youâd like him to join us. I remember being jealous when you had a crush on him, before we started dating... And now, I donât mind sharing you with him.â you clicked your tongue at his teasing, failing to hide the growing blush in your cheeks. âAnd... I also know heâs certainly going to appreciate the fact that Iâm willing to share you.â moving your gaze away to avoid his own strong staring, you considered what he had told you.
Both of them were extremely close while, and after filming the movie â Fran knew him much better than you did, and if he said Kuku would accept having joining you for a threesome, you wholeheartedly trusted him. After all, despite being hesitant, you were willing as well to try new experiences. And it was even better if there were two involved with you, rather than just one.
His hand gently moved up and down your arm, caressing it, as you thought quietly to yourself. And it didnât take you long to consider it, as you turned around once again to stare at him, slightly grinning. The expression on his face resembled that of an eager puppy, knowing youâd most likely accept.
âYou know what? Fine,â you began, âIâd very much like him to join us. You can ask him if he wants to.â and with your approval, a sigh of relief escaped from him. Your boyfriend had always been committed to pleasuring you in any possible way that there was, and he was insistent on trying new experience because, eventually, Fran knew you would like them.
âGracias, mi amor.â cupping both your cheeks firmly, Fran pressed a loving smooch on your forehead, making you widely grin. All that there was left to do now, was send a message to his cast friend, and simply find a proper day where you would all be free.
âYou wonât regret it, we will both make sure you are properly taken care of.â
You knew your reluctance would eventually bend into acceptation of the idea of a threesomeâ and to further develop into genuinely fancying it.
The pounding of your heart increased rapidly, beating loudly against your chest; it made your entire body tremble slightly. As Fran had previously reassured you, Kukuriczka did accept the proposal of joining the two of you for a threesome â and currently, you found yourself in the bed you shared with Francisco... Being pampered in loving kisses and gentle touches by both him, and Kuku.
It felt strange, to have two men thrown entirely at you, showering you with a teasing affection; but you werenât complaining at all. In fact, you could quite get used to the feeling with no problem at all, as you enjoyed receiving the attention from both of your favourite boys.
Soft groans spurred delicately from your lips. Your eyes were closed, tilting your head to a side as you sweetly, yet fervently kissed Fran; moaning quietly against his lips. His warm hand was under your shirt, possesively caressing one of your breasts, squeezing it and brushing his thumb across your hardened nipple; knowing it was an easy way to get you turned on.
It didnât help either to feel the elder Argentine manâs thin lips pressing smooches all over the soft spots of your neck, occasionally on your shoulder, as his hand had sneaked inside your underwear, rubbing his fingers across the wet entrance of your pussy in a teasing manner. âAlready eager to feel two cocks inside of you, hm?â he teased, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin, making you pull briefly from your boyfriendâs lips. âAnd to think you were making such a fuss of it yesterday, not wanting to get him upset at usâ Now, youâre all wet for us.â your boyfriend remarked, smiling proudly, squeezing your breast possesively.
âShut up.â you muttered in between soft pants, trying to dismiss both as you were being stimulated by them. It seemed as if they enjoyed taking their time with you and playing around, appreciating every single reaction of yours. A crimson tint notoriously occupied your cheeks, spreading across your face at the teasing actions of both men.
Before you, or any of the boys, could say anything else, you felt two fingers abruptly entering deeply into your moist cunt, thrusting gently. âFuck,â you gasped, spreading your legs wider unconsciouslyâ leaving both men satisfied with your response. For your aching hole, being filled with Kukuâs fingers was a relief.
Initially, his movements inside of you with his digits were careful, appreciating every inch of your inner walls â and it didnât take too long until both fingers were coated with your slick, working as a lubricant to slide inside of you more easily. Aching for more, you began moving your hips against his fingers, helping him to satisfy you.
âYour boyfriendâs right, you do look so pretty when youâre wet.â a grunt spurred from your lips, trying to think of something coherent to reply, but you felt too fogged by the pleasure you received. You squirmed even more when his lips were pressed against the corner of your lips for a brief moment. âHeâll need to share you with me more often.â something that was both adorable and fun to notice, was just how flustered â and incredibly wetter â you got at the mention of both men talking about you in a sexual manner, being taken care of by both of them.
On the other hand, Fran shamelessly lifted your shirt, leaving both your tits exposed. If there was a part of your body that never failed to fervidly turned him on, those were your breasts â and he adored getting his hands and mouth on them. Faint grunts kept escaping from you as the pace of the fingerfucking increased, and the dark blonde haired Argentineâs mouth took your breast that he had been previously squeezing, moving his hand to your other tit, trying to give as much equal attention to them as possible.
Wet kisses were placed across your aureola, only to then teasingly, leisurely pass his tongue over your stimulated nipple, and he occasionally nibbled on the sensitive skin of your breast. At the feeling, you moved your chest forward, giving him more access to use his mouth. Your hand went to the back of Franâs head, interwining messily your fingers in between his blonde curls, burying his head on your chest to encourage him further to keep going.
The other manâs fingers began thrusting harder, and faster in and out of you. Your head was slightly thrown back; the sound of your timid moans and the fleshy sound of your pussy being continously stimulated were the only things heard in the room.
âIt seems that your boyfriend treats you quite well, doesnât he?â with his free hand, Kukuriczka delicately took hold of your chin, forcing you to stare into his beautiful brown eyes. Your own wetness oozed out of you, staining your inner thighs â and having Franâs mouth ravenously taking your breast and kneading the other wasnât helping at all. You bit your lower lip as you stared at the older man, feeling another one of his fingers slip inside of you. âHeâs stretched you so well, that I can fit three fingers inside of you.â
He had been previously given permission to kiss you if the opportunity was presented, and so, he did. Tilting his head softly, Kuku leaned closer to your face, pressing his lips against your own in a delicste manner while his three fingers intensely thrusted inside of you, beginning to hit that sweet spot of yours.
It didnât take him too long to figure out which spot of your insides was the most vulnerable, as his fingers got further coated with your dripping slick, you arched your back and your moans became loud whimpers â Esteban was going to abuse that one spot as much as he could.
Moaning against his lips as your hips rolled against his fingers, you felt a knot beginning to faintly form on your stomach. âSuch a sweet, good girl you are. You must be enjoying all the pampering we are giving you, arenât you?â he whispered quietly, pulling away from a moment before going back to endearingly kiss you, and all you could do in response, is deeply hum dumbfounded. By the feeling of your inner walls tightening around his digits, it was obvious you would be about to cum.
The hand resting on the back of Franâs hair tightened itâs grip on his blonde curls, appreciating the blatant feeling of devotion for your tits; having him filling them with kisses, licking, squeezing them, and even some bruising would appear on your skin from all his nibbling and lovebiting.
The gentle kiss you had been giving to your boyfriendâs cast mate was interrupted as you suddenly broke it away, softly gasping. Fran had abruptly stopped from giving any more attention to your breast with his mouth, pulling apart as his green eyes darted towards the other man, and the hand that was pampering your other breast was playfully â and a bit jealously â placed on Kukuâs face to push him away from you.
âThatâs my girlfriend, not yours. Donât get too confident with her.â immediatly with a scoff, Esteban removed Franâs hand from his face. The younger Argentine possesively wrapped an arm around you, placing his cheek against your own flustered one. âToo bad you agreed to share her with me, and she seems to be quite enjoying all the attention.â you huffed in annoyance at their little childish fight for you, frustrated at how the fingers inside of you stopped thrusting intensely, just when you felt like cumming.
âJust look at how I ruined your girlfriend.â with a soft whimper, the three fingers inside of you were pulled out from your abused cunt only to leave an empty aching space in youâ but he proudly showed his fingers entirely coated in your dripping wetness to your boyfriend, and not only that, but as well as the sight of your visibly trembling legs already said enough. It was true you felt ruined by such stimulation, but they both deserved their rightful credits.
The blonde haired Argentine scoffed at the sight, feeling slight jealousyâ but it was cute to see him like that, when he was the one to propose a threesome, and now he felt possesive over you. âItâs not like I havenât left her like that before, and Iâve done a much better job than you!â he retorted, looking at you lovingly with his green eyes, searching for approval. âHavenât I, cariño?â
Both men fixed their stare on you, making you simply groan out of frustration. You couldnât care less about their possesiveness over you and their fighting about which one made you wetterâ you needed them inside of you, at the same time. They already managed to make you wet enough equally. âI donât really care, my love.â you replied frankly, with an increasing desperation to feel both of them. âI would appreciate it if you both shut up, and just fuck me for once.â
Either way, they both felt satisfied to hear your answer. They exchanged knowing looks for a brief moment, making your boyfriend grow a wide grin on his lips. In the atmosphere, it still lingered the possesiveness they both felt foe your attentionâ but they knew just how to take care of the situation. With the brief stare that they exchanged, it was as if they had told each other âweâll see who makes her moan the mostâ; and it would be like an unspoken, fun little game between them.
âDonât get too desperate, my love.â Fran, still grinning to himself at your response, nuzzled the tip of his nose against your cheek before placing a tender smooch against it. âWeâre getting to that part now.â his gaze lowered to the shorts you wore, moving his hand to slip it under them slightly, teasingly. âSuck him off, now, and Iâll take care of you from behind, in the meantime.â
You quietly whimpered at the feeling of his hot breath against your skin, having his lips continuing to place gentle pecks. All you could do is hum and nod in agreementâ you could feel your own underwear getting stickier with your own slick at the thought of being filled with their cocks. The sight of you being so ruined and sensitive at the slightest stimulation they provided to you was such a delight.
âOn your knees, then.â the younger Argentine commanded, placing a last kiss on your shoulder before moving away slightly, giving you enough space to shift positions. An overwhelming feeling of shyness took over you, but you felt too fogged by horniness to even focus on the growing timid feeling.
Kukuriczka fixed his own position, softly leaning against the pillows in the bed, spreading his legs wide enough for you to have space to get in between them, as Fran allowed you to settle. Shyly, you crawled closer to the older man, nibbling on your lower lip delicately. Your hands trembled with anticipation, moving them to his pants to remove them.
âI-Is it okay if I take this off?â you meekly asked, looking up at him with puppy eyes. The nervousness you felt was notorious, and beautifully adorable for them. âWhy are you even asking, love?â his hand moved to gently stroke your cheek with the back of his index finger, giving his approval for you to continue. A sheepish grin appeared on your lip, feeling your face grow flustered.
With your hands, you leisurely lowered down both his pants, and his underwear. Itâs not like you hadnât sucked off your boyfriend beforeâ you did, many times; but this was another man, and it was another man you had crushed on before. As soon as you managed to remove his lower clothing, your eyes couldnât help but stare at his hard cock timidly, and dumbfoundedly.
âLike what you see?â as it was obviously expected, he noticed you staring at his thick manhood, and his hand went to stroke your hair affectionately. You nodded vehemently, trying not to stutter. âY-Yes, I do.â you replied, smiling stupidly to yourself at the way Kuku gently, yet teasingly treated you.
âBut itâs not any better than mine, of course.â your boyfriend scoffed from behind of you, making the other man roll his eyes. âWeâll see that.â Kukuriczka answered back, helplessly making you grin at the little fights they had, to either get more of your attention, or praising.
Fran placed himself delicately on top of you, using his lips to place small, tender kisses on your shoulder as one of his hands played with your shorts, and the waistband of your underwear. In the meantime, you slowly wrapped your hand around Kukuriczkaâs cock. From itâs tip oozed pre-cum, and your lips placed a small wet kiss on it, staining your lips faintly with the fluids. With your lips, you kept placing small kisses all over the tip, occasionally moving down a bit to spread the kisses further.
Teasingly, at one moment, you slowly passed your tongue through his tip, savouring all the dripping pre-cum. With pride, you smiled to yourself slightly at the feeling of his cock twitching for you, alreadyâ along with his soft grunts, and the way he moved his hips forwards needily, eager to have you suck him off.
Tenderly, your hand began moving up and down on his manhood, stroking him. Leaning closer and partly opening your lips, you took him into your mouth. You moved softly down onto his shaft as deep as you could, trying not to choke yourself as your tongue caressed his size, taking him entirely into your mouth. As his hand had been stroking your hair gently, his hand helplessly formed into a grip on your hair, helping you move your head.
âFuck,â he grunted quietly, throwing his head back. Despite wanting to be as gentle as possible with you, Kukuriczka couldnât help itâ his hand buried you deeper into his cock as his hips moved forwards to make you take him further, while your hand increased the pace in which it stroked his shaft. Gods, you were atrociously good at it; Esteban never doubted it when he thought â and said â Fran was lucky to be your boyfriend.
On the other hand, Fran had already managed to lower down both your shorts, and underwear at the same time. He couldnât help but notice the way you were dripping wet for both of them. âSheâs so good at it, isnât she?â Fran chirped playfully, noticing how Kuku seemed to enjoy the attention you were currently giving himâ and saying he enjoyed it was an understatement.
âAnd sheâs so beautifully dripping wet for our cocks.â those last words, had been whispered against your ear. All you could do in response was needily grunt, as your mouth was filled with the other manâs hardened shaft. A bit desperately, having noticed just how wet you were, he lowered down his own underwear in a swift motion. Just like Kuku, his own cock was erected as wellâ needy to feel your inner walls milking him ravenously. It didnât take him long to place itâs tip on your entrance, and delicately slip his shaft inside of you.
The slipping-in of his cock inside of you had been quite easy and smooth, as your slick worked as a lubricant. You were no stranger to the feeling of your boyfriendâs cock, but you couldnât help but feel pleasantly overwhelmed at the sensation of two cocks filling your holes. In response to his penetration, you grunted against the other dark haired Argentineâs cock, almost choking on it.
âYour girlfriend is such a good girl. Look at how well she can take two cocks at once,â a rosy haze overtook your cheeks as you heard the two men praising you, hearing their ragged breathing in between each words. You briefly pulled apart from Kukuâs cock, leaving a thin trail of saliva as you tried to catch some air, and a whimpered moan spurred from you. You didnât know whose name to moan first.
Grunts continued to escape from your lips as Fran continously slipped deeper inside of you, and then out. His movements were initially gentle as always, only to become faster & rougher with the passing of the time. Your inner walls so deliciously tightened around the familiar feeling of his cock, making him proudly smile. Barely being able to think, you kept using your hand to masturbate Esteban, feeling fogged at the pleasure being received.
âYour boyfriend is fucking you so well, that youâre forgetting to use that pretty little mouth of yoursâ arenât you?â Kukuriczka teased, as his hand moved towards your chin, using his thumb to brush it across your lips. âKeep going, bonita.â he encouraged, his thumb forcing itâs way into your mouth so you would open it, and his cock entered your mouth once again. There was no complaint from your part, as you needily began tasting his shaft again.
Your tongue swirled across his size, releasing some muffled groans as his hips moved in a way that they almost reached your throat, and Fran took a firm hold of your hips, fucking your overstimulated cunt a bit harder. His cock was entirely coated in your cum, causing a faint fleshy sound to echo across the room, along with the moaning and panting of both men, and your own grunts.
A tear threatened to escape from the corner of your eye, doing your best to focus on both giving, and receiving. Kuku moved his hand on the back of your head, interwining his fingers between strands of your hair, burying his cock deeper into your mouthâ and you tried to keep up with the motion, trying not to choke as you were burdened with pleasure, your hand as well masturbating him faster. Their moaning became slightly louder, both occasionally muttering your name so beautifully in between pants.
Both their cocks inside of you pulsated heavily, indicating that they were about to cumâ and they were going to cum inside you. âF-Fuck, youâre so tight. I-Iâm going to cum,â your boyfriend grunted against your ear, feeling how your walls tightened even more firmly around his shaft, placing sloppy kisses all across your neck with his hot breath hitting against your skin. A knot formed inside your own stomach, aching for release, as well as a tighteing fiery feeling in your chest.
Some seconds had passed, with the increasing sound of the moans, praises, and the intensity in which they fucked your mouth and pussy, having you nearly melting between them. And as expected, it didnât take long until all of you simultaneously came. Your boyfriend firmly pushed himself against you, burying his cock as deep as possible, releasing his own hot seed into your moist inner walls.
The other older Argentine kept your had as still as possible with his hand holding the back of your head, groaning loudly as you felt the warmth of his cum filling your mouth. In the heat of the moment, you didnât doubt in proudly swallowing all the hot, salty seedâ even having slightly pulled apart briefly after he came, with some drops of his cum staining your lips, and chin. You released a muffled groan, feeling their cum filling both your holes, and your own cum being pleasantly released; dripping through your inner thighs, and leaving Franâs shaft all stained with your slick.
For some seconds after all of you released at the same time, you stood still. Leaving another trail of saliva behind, you pulled apart from Kukuâs cock, catching some air to breathe; panting heavily as your entire body shook with the pleasure that washed over you. While your hand let go of his shaft, with a wet pop, Fran slipped outside of you. It made your insides feel empty, and coldâ yet, the feeling of his cum and your own oozing out of your pussy felt satisfying; and it was a sight he always admired for a few seconds with pride.
Weakly, you crawled towards Kuku, whose chest rose and fell continously as he panted, and fell on top of him. Fran did the same as you did, but instead, he gently laid on top of you. His arms were possesively wrapped around your body, placing some loving little kisses all over your shoulder blade, as Esteban placed one of his hands on your arm, and the other one sweetly stroked your hair. You were such a loving, beautiful girlâ it made him feel good to know, he could share you with Fran.
Kukuriczka kissed the top of your head as you panted as well, meekly smiling and blushing to yourself while both men filled you with pampering little kisses. âT-This was rather fun, I liked it.â you muttered, as you could feel Fran smiling at your remark while he kept kissing your shoulders, and Kukuriczka grinned as well. âWe should do this more often, all of us together.â you continued.
âWe should, and we will.â Fran retorted, tracing a mindless shape on your arm with the tip of his finger. âUnless... You are both up for a second round, instead of waiting until next time?â
â êł àčàŁ â ` honourary tags to my darling beloveds.á
To my sweet love @lady-ashfade, for having accepted to be my beta reader despite not crushing on the actors, nor being part of the fandom. For your constant sweetness, tenderness, how you fangirl along me about my favourite boys (and I with yours!), and for your words of encouragement too. I love you so much, baby!! Thank you for everything we allow to share with each other! đ„șđ
And as well, to my most beloved sweet girls, @luceracastro + @castawaycherry!! You both also encouraged me to write this fic, and always support me on each work I do, and each idea I have for our boysâ and also, you girls are both the loveliest, most positive people ever. Me siento tan afortunada de haberlas conocido, gracias por todo el cariño que me dan, y espero devolverles todo ese amor 1000 veces mĂĄs!! đ„°â€
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Slut! (3+1) - LS2
Summary: 3 times you break down and Logan pulls you in and the 1 time he breaks down and you pull him in. Based off of the song "Slut!" by Taylor Swift
Words: 2.5K
Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation, and Qatar 2023
1- I crashed my car
âLogan,â you breathe out. âLogan, I, LoganâŠâ you try again.
âY/n what happened? Are you okay? Did you get into an accident? Where are you?â Logan quickly asks as panic builds up inside of him.Â
A quick âyesâ is all you are able to croak out. âI crashed my car, I donât know what to do and I need you,â you say with tears rolling down your face. âThe other guy is being an asshole and he just keeps yelling and swearing at me.â Wiping your runny nose on your sleeve you say, âIâm scared, please hurry up.â
âIâm on my way, just try to breathe with me, we donât want you to hyperventilate,â he tries to joke.Â
As you mentally go through the checklist of things you know what to look for and ask for when you get into an accident, you canât seem to think straight. Embarrassment, the fear of failure and disappointment run through your veins. You canât even imagine how angry people will be at you, and that thought alone just scares you. You walk to the back of your car to reassess the damage, luckily there is a miniscule dent on the back of the bumper. Nothing really worth fixing or paying any attention to. When you turn to the manâs car you cringe inwardly as more tears prick your eyes. You look back at the man and say, âI am very sorry sir, I really do not know what happened but I am willing to pay for any of the damage.âÂ
The man looks you up and down before telling you to shut up. At his abrupt comment, you turn away from him as more tears begin to run down your face. âDonât you walk away from me you bitch!â the man yells.Â
Unfortunately for the man, Logan heard his comment as he was getting out of his car. âDo not ever call her a bitch ever again, do you understand?â he says as he walks towards you. You see the man awkwardly turn away from the two of you.
Logan turns to you as you quietly call his name and engulfs you in a hug. âItâs okay, we will figure this out, donât worry about it, angel,â he whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.. All you could manage was a little hum.Â
And I break down, then heâs pullinâ me in. In a world of boys, heâs a gentleman
2- Iâm tiredÂ
Being a university student is exhausting. Add in a boyfriend, a social life, and a job, all of your days seem to blur together. As the weeks went on, assignments and projects stacked on top of each other in a never ending loop. Once you finished one project, you were assigned another one along with some long-term assignments you needed to constantly work on. This week in particular seemed extra hard. Two projects, one discussion, and five different assignments were all due in a span of three days and you havenât even started on some of them. You knew it was going to be a long week of sleepless nights. You were fine with it though, this is what you wanted anyways. Right?Â
âHey angel, do you want to go out to the theater and go to dinner after?â Logan asks as he walks into the kitchen area.Â
âI would love to, Lo, but I really have to work on all of these assignments. They are all due pretty soon and I donât have much done,â you sigh.
âOh come on Y/n, youâve been working extremely hard and you deserve a break. Please, for me?âÂ
âI deserve a break after I finish these. It is important that I finish these. Please just let me finish.âÂ
âOk, how about we just go out to dinner and skip the movie?âÂ
âLogan, don't you understand that Iâm tired and I just want to be alone so I can finish these assignments. God, you are so annoying. Just stop bothering me, please.â you abruptly say. Logan, who was taken back by your rude outburst, just looks at you before walking into your shared room.Â
You couldnât focus on your work after Logan left, all you could think about was the look on his face after you yelled at him. You were running on a few hours of sleep and you knew that wasnât an excuse, you felt awful.Â
Walking to the bedroom you gently knock on the door, âLo, can I come in?âÂ
âGo work on your assignments, I donât want to talkâ he says muffled. Ignoring his comment, you walk into the room anyway.Â
âIâm really sorry Logan. You arenât annoying, it was a bad thing for me to say. Iâm just really tired and overwhelmed so I took it out on you when I shouldnât have.â The tiredness suddenly hits you like a train and emotions are running high.Â
âIâm really sorry Lo. I did not mean it and I really feel awful. Iâm so sorryâ you say, feeling a tear roll down your cheek.Â
âCome here Y/n. I know you didnât mean it, I also know how serious you take your studies so I shouldnât have really asked you to step away from it for some stupid movie,â Logan says while pulling you into his lap.Â
Burying you head into his chest, you can feel more tears fall. âIâm sorry for getting your shirt all wetâ.Â
âItâs okay. How about we get some take-out and I will try to help you with some of your work?âÂ
âI would really love that Lo, thank you.â
And I break down, then heâs pullinâ me in. In a world of boys, heâs a gentleman
3- I read the comments
You knew that you would have to deal with all of Loganâs fans and others when you first started dating him. You knew that, you understood that, but what you couldnât understand was the fact that they will scrutinize every single little detail about you. You didnât understand why they didnât do it to the other girlfriends, not that you wanted them to experience it, it just felt like you were singled out. Maybe the others did get all of this hate but they just hid it or covered it up well. That is something you would never be able to do. The comments were on your mind 24/7, it was all you could think about nowadays.Â
Looking into the bathroom mirror, all you saw was the few stretch marks on your thighs and how much more you weighed compared to everyone else. Now you did not blame Logan for posting the picture of you two on a beach over the summer break. You blamed yourself. Why did you have to look like that? Why did you have to weigh what you did? Why did Logan date you and not someone skinnier?Â
It was like a never ending spiral. Soon you were taking off your shirt to look at the âlumpsâ on your stomach. Gently grabbing the skin, you pulled on it, imagining how much less you would weigh if you were to cut it off. Your eyes made it up to your boobs where some of the upper flesh was spilling out of the cups of your bra. âTiger stripesâ were what Logan called them, you called them stretch marks and were embarrassed of them. Logan said that they were one of his favorite things about you, they were probably your least favorite thing about yourself.Â
You didnât even register the bathroom door opening until you made eye contact with Logan in the mirror. âWhat are you doing?â he asks as his eyes make their way over your breasts.Â
âOh, I was just- uhm, justâŠâ you say, clearing your throat.Â
âDoing what exactly?âÂ
âDo you ever read the comments on your Instagram posts?â you ask abruptly.Â
âNo not really, why?â
âWell I read the comments. Are you not embarrassed about me? To be seen with me? To post a picture of you beside a person like me?âÂ
âWhat are you talking about Y/n? I would never be embarrassed about you. I love you, donât you know that?â
âLogan you shouldnât be with someone who looks like a whale when they go to the beach or with someone who has stretch marks all over their body.â These were just two of the comments that seemed to run like a broken record in your mind.Â
âWhat the hell? You look perfect, angel. In fact you are perfect Y/n. I donât want to be with anyone else but you. Whoever put those silly ideas in your head should be embarrassed and ashamed of themselves for saying such things about a beautiful person. Now let me show you how much I love you.â
You can feel a faint blush rise to your cheeks as you turn off the bathroom light off, leaving your discarded shirt laying on the floor, and the bad idea in the air.Â
And I break down, then heâs pullinâ me in. In a world of boys, heâs a gentleman
+1- I crash and burn constantly
Another DNF in the books. Another podium for Oscar in the books. You felt torn between sickness and happiness. You felt awful for Logan as he wasnât able to finish the race due to the bad conditions and felt sick to your stomach as his F1 career could be on the line, it was all he really dreamed about. But you felt happy for your long-time friend Oscar as he seems to be finding his spot within F1 with McLaren.Â
You grab a water bottle on your way into Loganâs driverâs room. You donât even knock. You just walk into the room and sit down on the couch. You look over to Logan and you donât even dare to utter a word to him. You know he doesnât want to talk about it so you donât even bother with it. He looks up at you but quickly turns away and looks at his shoes resting in the corner of the room.Â
Clearing his throat, he asks, âDid you go watch Oscarâs podium celebration?âÂ
âNoâ is all you say.Â
âYou should have. You should be out celebrating with him and Lily. Go and congratulate him, you shouldnât be in here with me.âÂ
There was something justâŠoff about him. âI doubt this would be the only opportunity to congratulate him.âÂ
âYouâll never get to congratulate me.âÂ
âYou know that is not what I meant. I congratulate you after every race. There arenât enough words to tell you how proud I am of you.âÂ
âYou arenât proud of me. You are proud of Oscar. You are just embarrassed of me. Iâm lucky if I get to finish my race, let alone fight for a podium. I have been out-qualified by Alex every single damn time. I crash and burn everytime I get in that car and Iâm fucking tired of it.â He lets out a shaky breath and runs his hands through his hair. âIâll never be like Oscar, Iâll never be that âonce in a generation talentâ and I donât even have a chance at being the best rookie since Lewis. Itâs too much pressure to even keep the car from hitting the wall,â he continues.
âI know I will never fully understand the pressure of being a F1 driver but I at least want to help. Help me understand what you are going through and we can work through this together. Please let me help you Logan, please,â you whisper.Â
He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. You take a hold of his left hand and begin playing with his fingers.Â
âI was fighting at the top with Oscar when all of a sudden I found myself being glad that I finished the race or even finishing P19 instead of P20 is a miracle. I just feel like I need to prove to everyone that I am capable of competing and having a seat in F1. I hate seeing how upset the mechanics get when I crash and the fact that they have to rebuild a whole damn car in a single night. And the memes and jokes, I hate seeing them. I know what a fucking kilometer is and I know that me and Oscar are now at total ends of the spectrum when it comes to results. Itâs fucking hard to see everyone comparing me to him is those stupid videos.â Throughout his whole speech, you could hear multiple voice cracks.Â
âLove, we all support you. Me, your family, your friends, the whole team, even Oscar supports you and only wants the best for you. Please believe that we are all so proud of you and what you have been able to accomplish.â You can feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder, when you look down you can see Logan trying to wipe his face. âItâs okay Lo, you will get the results that you want, you work so fucking hard and I know, with out a doubt, that you will achieve something great.âÂ
You kneel down infront of him and take his hands into your own. âPlease trust me on that Logan, please.âÂ
âI trust you Y/n, 100%âÂ
And he breaks down, then Iâm pullinâ him in.Â
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I think it's very fun to talk about mental health in normalizing conversations because when I was little and I would tic so hard for so long that I started crying, my mom would hold my hands and tell me to stand on her toes and she would "dance me through it" and so I would and she would spin around and around, stepping carefully so my little feet never slipped off the top of her feet, but moving fast so I would get all giggly and dizzy, and by the end she was right! My ticcing wasn't as bad anymore.
And like. I know now that it's because I was actively stressing myself out trying to stop ticcing, and since my tics are stress-reactive that obviously made it worse, but at the time I was just a kindergartener living in a world where dancing made my body stop performing the compulsions and so sometimes I would "dance myself through it" if mom wasn't around and when people maxe fun of me for it, I couldn't do that around them anymore and so I would tic more often and get more overwhelmed and there were days I wouldn't stop ticcing for hours on end because no one but my mom was willing to just let me dance through them.
But until the first time that happened, I didn't know there was anything unusual or unfamiliar to others about what I was doing. My mom was just so matter of fact about it "when you can't stopticcing, that's your body asking you to move and dance amd get the stress out" so I believed her! Of course I did. And she was right even, at least for me.
I was an adult by the time I learned that my mom ticc'd too, because she'd been doing what she taught me for so long that it was rare it happened visibly anymore, and it made sense that she'd been able to move me through my own experience so gently after that. But what if it didn't take a parent sharing our experience to be able to exist in a context that doesn't pathologize or shame what's happening?
Anyway, I've been in and out of various inpatient and outpatient programs since I was 7yrs old, and nothing did more damage to me than the people who taught my mother that there were things about my brain and body that were Wrong TM and needed fixing when she had spent the entirety of my life up to that point accommodating my needs and helping me understand how to coexist in the world on my own terms. I've benefitted from having names for things, sure, and I've had great healing and community in peer groups based around sharing those experiences. But at the end of the day, it is when those same spaces allow me to decide how to talk about what my life feels like that they have meant the most to me. I will always be grateful to the mental health care providers in my life who have been supportive of this type of care for me, but ultimately I also understand that they were able to do that because they were actively breaking down my framework of "because I experience x, I must compensate with y" into a gentler version that goes more like "because I experience x, I may need to seek out y outcome in different or unexpected ways."
I don't know why that makes as much difference to me as it does, but it does.
Anyway, I want to do for someone else what my mom did for me. I want someone else to get to feel like they can ask themselves what they need to get through something and not set any particular moral or emotional meaning to that need.
I have, among others, symmetry tics. If I experience a sensation on one side of my body, I will often reflexively try to adequately mirror it on the other side of my body. One of the pitfalls I often fall into is "the symmetry tic was actuallya different sensation and now I have to mirror THAT on the original side" and off we go into a tic spiral. The trick, for me, has been learning how to hold myself safely in the stress of the tic compulsion until the original sensation passes or fades and that allows the compulsion to fade with it. That can be hard, but taking a cue from my mom, I've found that when I occupy my body with movement, especially goal oriented but indefinite movement like dance, I have a MUCH easier time waiting for the trigger sensation to fade. I think it's good for those of us with experiences we often feel compelled to hide from view to get time in the sun. It lets us remember that our existence is not inherently side-lined in favor of other existences, and we do have the right to ask people to work with us on creating space for our own version of living. That may not guarantee us the desired outcome, but I've found that feeling you have the right to ask in the first place and actively come to the conclusion TOGETHER that there is not a solution is what seems to allow me to make those compromises without feeling erased or ashamed when I do.
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when you're apart
Authorâs Note: is my Sanemi favoritism showing? đ€ Spoiler Alert: yes. đ Donât mind my psychology major brain showing ~a bit too. đ€
when youâre apart
Hashira x Reader
Word Count: ~1,300
CW: anxiety disorder, explicit language, mild sexual content
Emergency Request Fulfilled:Â I was wondering if you could do how the men hashira react to a female reader with separation anxiety
I have a fear of being alone which makes me very clingy. My longtime boyfriend recently broke up with me due to me being âto much to deal with.â
Being clingy is such a bother I know I just hate being alone
~faqs~
When youâre apartâŠ
⊠Gyomei doesnât mind receiving calls from you throughout the day. Heâs endlessly patient, always willing to listen, and warns you in advance if he canât talk for long. His strategy for setting and respecting boundaries? Planning ahead and communicating his availability to make sure you feel prioritized and included in his decision making, while still fulfilling his own wants and needs.
⊠Obanai dislikes it as much as you do, but is ~somewhat more subtle about it. He, at least, has Kaburamura to keep him company, but kissing you is decidedly more pleasant. Heâs mindful about maintaining healthy boundaries and expectationsâhe knows codependency shouldnât be romanticizedâbut heâs also so wholly in love with you, that sometimes he gives up and surprises you anyway. âObanai? Youâre two hours early?? Are you okay???â He nods sheepishly, already pulling you into a hug, âIâm fine. Missed you.â âIs Sanemi going to complain to me the next time I see him?â you sigh, scrunched grin revealing your contentment despite the exasperation in your tone. âProbably, I donât care. I left him enough to cover more than my share of the tab.â
⊠Mitsuri totally understands your anxiety, and is lovingly firm about ensuring you donât slip into unhealthy habits. âYou can text me anytime, but only call if thereâs an emergency, okay?â she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your earlobe. You nod slightly, resisting the urge to pout. âIâll be home before you know it.â Even though it stings, you know itâs never personal. Her willingness to draw straightforward boundaries, as well as her willingness to cross them if youâre truly upset, are just another reason to cherish her.
⊠Shinobu checks in every couple of hours. Sometimes itâs just a single sentence text, other times a quick call, but she knows how important feeling connected is to you. Itâs important to her too, of course, but sheâs apt to lose track of time when sheâs at the hospital or her labâshe enjoys her workâso she puts in conscious effort to be proactive about your anxiety. When she anticipates a busier or longer day, sheâll ask, âIs it okay if I only check in during meals today?â Generally, youâll reassure her that, âAbsolutely, Iâm so proud of you,â and if youâre having a low day, then she always figures out a compromise with you before she leaves.
⊠Kyojuro unknowingly reassures you, becauseâapparentlyâeverything reminds him of you. Whether itâs a photo of a flower shortly after he arrives at work Pretty flower, but youâre prettier đ», a photo of the sky during his lunch break The cloud formations remind me of you, so soft and mesmerizing âïž, or a blurry selfie as he finally heads home for the day Cannot wait to see you! đ, youâre kept in the loop. The one time his phone fell into a puddle (he was trying to photograph a reflection of willow branches Elegant and dreamy, like you đż), he immediately visited the nearest shop to borrow their landline Hi, yes, how are you today? Would it be possible for me to make a call? I am happy to purchase something. I would just like to tell my partner that I will be unavailable for the day.
⊠Sanemi often forgets to explicitly text, call, or otherwise contact you. He doesnât mean to aggravate your anxiety: he just doesnât quite ~get it, and assumes it stems from insecurity or jealousy â which also confuses him. âYou have nothing to worry about. How could I fall in love with someone else when Iâm already in love with you?â he snorts, lightly tapping your nose. âThatâs notâŠâ you bite at your lip, unsure how to explain yourself. âIâm not big on texting, you know that. Itâs not that I specifically dislike texting you.â You smile despite yourself, eyes rolling fondly, âI know itâs not specific to me.â âSo then whatâs the issue?â heâs determined to understand. âIâm afraid of being alone,â you shrug, gesturing vaguely, âDonât worry about it. Itâs nothing.â Arms crossing, he leans in, forehead bumping yours, voice warm and low on your skin as you gulp, âItâs okay to be afraid of things, and being afraid isnât nothing.â Arms uncrossing, he settles his hands on your hips, kneading gently as he pulls back slightly, fixing an even gaze on your flushed expression, âI canât be with you all the time, but I can promise that I love you and think about you.â âAll the time?â you ask quietly. Itâs his turn to blush, eyes closing as he dips his face into your neck, muttering softly, âAll the damn time.â
⊠Muichiro is a bit absentminded, and rarely thinks to check his phone, but he sets remindersâaround noon, and later in the afternoonâto make up for it. If heâs occupied and misses his usual look-at-his-phone time(s), then heâs never bothered by a call from you coming through (besides your number, his phoneâs always on Do Not Disturb). In the bathroom? Heâll pick up. About to bite into his lunch? Heâll put it aside. Presenting during a meeting? Heâll literally answer his phone mid sentence, and leave the room (creative liberty: thank gosh heâs the boss hah). Heâs aware of his head-in-the-clouds tendencies, just as heâs aware of your anxiety, and feels that having a specific routine is perfectly fair: if he forgets to uphold his end of your expectations, then youâve every right to remind him. Conversely, if heâs feeling overwhelmed, heâs more than capable of reasserting his own needs â an infinite practice of mutual respect and taking necessary space.
⊠Giyuu feels uneasy too, but his discomfort stems primarily from how most people tend to socially drain him â youâre one of few that he can feel both stimulated and rested around. Therefore, if itâs a spend-time-with-you versus spend-time-around-others situation, then heâd prefer to be with you. Spend-time-with-you versus spend-time-by-himself situations are more complicated. It takes a lot of discussion, some heavy evenings apart, and tense evenings together, but you gradually nurture a shared understanding and acceptance of your varying needs. Heâs always happy to reassure you that Iâm not upset with you, nor am I tired of you; Iâm just tired, while youâre slowly learning to trust him and his commitment to loving you.
⊠Tengen could care less about how clingy you are. Super duper clingy? He loves it. Not clingy at all? Heâs cool and confident â he knows you adore him as much as he adores you. His easygoingness, however, isnât the most productive in terms of processing and reducing your overall anxiety. In fact, you eventually have to tell him that he shouldnât answer your texts or calls immediately, every single time, without a hint of irritation, because it reinforces your self soothing behaviors. âBut Iâm happy to?!â he grins, kissing the top of your head. âI know, and I appreciate you,â you chuckle, tucked snugly into his side, âBut I donât want to feel afraid of being alone-â âSooo donât be alone!â he interrupts enthusiastically, âAgain, Iâm happy to keep you company!â Inhaling deeply, you gently grip his jaw, a silent request for him to focus, âAnd again, I appreciate you, but sometimes I have to feel afraid to stop feeling afraid. If Iâm never alone, then I canât ever feel afraid,â hesitating, voice softer now, âAnd I know youâll promise to never leave me, but shit happens. Yâknow?â Heâs silent, maroon eyes steady and tender as he holds your gaze. Before you can nervously murmur Tengen?, he touches his nose to your forehead, still smiling. âI love you. Iâll do my best to help, even from a distance.â âWell donât go too far away,â you quip. âOf course not,â he laughs, âIâll just go wherever you tell me to,â declared earnest and true.
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