#im going to wait a bit longer see if i can get it under control first

[selestial-princess]

God the new band aids i got for my bad toe aren't fucking shit...I need to go find more of the good ones they didn't have them the last few times I went

[pandorasfavorite]

Not over

This is by far the most challenging match of my career, it's been carrying on non-stop and she won't give up. I feel the sweat dripping down my chest as I put my hands on my knees catching my breath. Asuka is lying on the floor rolling over ready to get up and continue the match, I hear her feet hit the platform and I know she is up. We are both prepared to end this tortuous match once and for all. She comes charging at me with her arms wide open, just waiting to tackle me for the pin. I do the same arms out ready to catch her and deliver my move. Her head jams into my stomach and she tries to move my body with a side-to-side motion, I groan slightly at the impact of her head. I grab ahold of her hips and lift her up to the point where she's upside down in the air. Her legs flail around in the air and I start to lose my grip on her, I tighten my hands around her finally and slam her down on the ground. The sound of her body hitting the floor excites the audience, Asukas back arches off the ground in pain and her hand reaches to touch her sore area. I act quickly, making her roll over onto her stomach harshly. My foot slams into her stomach a few times and I think she is finally down, I climb the ropes sticking my tongue out and I throw myself off of the corner. I land face first into the platform of the ring, every bit of the front of my body is stinging horribly and it almost feels like I have sirens inside of my ears. I hear banging in front of me, thundering bangs right in front of my face asking me to look up from the floor. Dominik slams his palms against the ring yelling at me to move, all I need to do is move a few measly inches away. Another drop of sweat drips down the side of my face and my hair is sticking to my body uncomfortably. The more I stall, the more Dom gets exceedingly anxious, his hands are becoming frantic against the ring. I watch his eyes flick over to the corner of the ring and then I watch them go up, my eyes fly open in realization and partial fear. I lift up with both of my hands planted on the floor when Dominik yells, “NOW!”.

A smack is heard right next to me and I take a moment to have a sigh of relief. I summon all the strength I can and I crawl up beside Asuka turning her on her back. I lift her legs up and hold them down in a pin looking at the referee to count down. His hand slams down 3 times and I see Dominik jumping up and down out of excitement yelling his praise. I lay on my back just breathing, coming down from a heavy adrenaline rush, im laying down longer than I expect. It's clear I'm beyond exhausted and I hear the commenters start to get a little worried for my well-being. I overhear Dominik boasting over my win, and he is doing it straight to the face of my opponent. A gust of blue and the sound of spitting makes me sit up immediately. I turn to see Asuka leaning over the ropes looking at Dominik thrash on the floor in pain rubbing his eyes. I hold my side that is screaming from all the soreness and controlled movement while I stand and push Asuka from the side unexpectedly. She falls and hits her ass glaring at me from below, as I walk closer to her that look on her face falls and is replaced with that regular fear. I make excruciating eye contact with her while I walk even closer to her figure. In a split second, I make the decision to connect my foot to her face sending her propelling backward holding the side of her face. Dominik is calling to me from outside of the ring still in pain, it hurts him to open his eyes, it's obvious he needs to see medical. I slide under the bottom rope and I rush over to my lover. He is sitting against the commenter's table, both of his palms are covering his eyes and his knees are touching his chest. I hear his saying my name while groaning in pain, the sight makes my chest burn. My anger is starting to flare up once again as I look at the state Dom is in, and then the state Asuka is in. She deserves worse, I briefly consider getting back in the ring and flattening her out once more but Dominik grabs my hand before I can make the decision. I sigh in defeat and I help him up, his arm is around my shoulder and one hand is clasped around his eye. I glance at the announcers and grab a towel from them before placing it on both his eyes.

I put his hand on top of the towel making it easier for both his eyes to be covered and concealed. We walk out of the arena but not before I make a promise to Asuka, “This isn't done. We are gonna handle this when I get back”, I say with a high volume pointing at Dom. Asukas eyes harden at my threat and she stands in the middle of the ring acting as if she won the smackdown. Dom’s handshakes against the towel and I can tell the prolonged discussion is making his hurt worse. I rub down the side of his body in comfort as I walk him to medical and I whisper to him that ‘it will be okay’. I sit him down on the bed and the rest of the Judgment Day is already waiting inside with the doctor. The man in white is holding a bottle of solution to put in Dominik's eye, to wash out the stinging he feels from Asuka's spray. Dominik is told to open his eyes but the light in the room is hurting him even worse, “It burns! It burns”. I flip off the light switch and walk over to him holding his face, “Sit still Dom” I say taking the eyedrops out of the man's hands and into my own. Dominik's eyes are clenched shut in pain and he's still muttering about the burn that he is feeling, I rub his cheekbones soothingly cooing at my lover to get him to relax. “Calma Dom, Calma”, his body begins to settle at my words, and his hands rest on my thighs, telling me to continue. I force his eyes open gently putting the eye drops in the best I can without him fidgeting. “There we go baby, how do you feel now?”, I ask him soothingly after putting the bottle down. I rub my hand over his head once and I look at him lovingly waiting for him to blink and open his eyes. Dom blinks a few times before opening his eyes, I watch him adjust to the lighting and to the view in front of him. He sees me peering at him, sitting in front of him. He grabs my hand and rubs the back of it with his thumb, a small smile gracing his face. “Better, so much better mami”, he says not breaking eye contact. The pet name makes me shift my gaze elsewhere and my face starts to heat up. I stand up wanting to escape our display of PDA, I nod at Damian, Finn, and Rhea before kissing the top of Dom’s head and walking out.

[roosterr]

guardian angel ✹ ch 4

note: ran out of nik gifs lol. this chapter beat my ass, it took me so much longer to write than the others, im actually kinda glad its over with lmao. but anyway, this is the final part in the series, so i really hope you enjoy!!

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 3.9k

no use of y/n, no description of reader

readers callsign in kilo '0-9'

summary: you find yourself in the middle of the lions den, with no real idea of when, or if, help will arrive. you better hope nikolai finds you fast, or you might not live another day to endure his less than appropriate flirting.

warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptions of injuries, minor character death, a little bit of angst, also a little bit of fluff, poor duolingo knowledge of russian, nik still flirting with you even though you're both kinda dying,

ao3

[three]

sitting tight in the back of the van, kattan opposite you staring holes into your head, it starts to seem more and more like you're missing something. he's watching at you with a look that's a lot more satisfied than it should be. you're already aware that you fucked up by getting in the van, but then you were under the impression that you were in control. now however, with every passing second, every bump on the road, you feel it slipping through your fingers.

as the van slowed to a stop, it became clear to you that waiting for backup to arrive was not an option – you weren't even sure they'd be able to find you, but to save your sanity you chose to ignore that thought. you had a job to do, and no matter what was about to happen, you needed to make sure baranov died; you could worry about everything else later, including how you were going to get out of this.

the door slides open to reveal baranov, who sharply gestures for you to get out. with a sideways glance to kattan, you step out into the cold air, skin prickling from the temperature or from the unease you're not sure.

you watch as they share a quick glance, and suddenly you're all too aware of how out of your depth you really are. you're not sure what they communicated, but there's no way it can be good. for a moment, the three of you just stand there, waiting for someone to make the first move, break the silence so tense you can almost feel it weighing you down.

"well?" you ask, raising a brow and looking between them with distrustful glare. they meet eyes again, more obviously this time.

"you wanted to see the weapons, they're inside." kattan says, gesturing to the warehouse behind him. it's surprisingly well kept, looking distinctly less run down than you'd expected, but still you feel the fear building in your chest. you absolutely did not want to go in there, but unless you were prepared to fight them – and however many people they have waiting inside – it looked like that was your only option.

"remember what i said," you begin, curling your nails into your palms so hard your worried you might draw blood, "if you try anything, you'll–" 

"we remember." baranov cuts you off, burning your attempt to stall until you could figure out what to do. "go inside." they way he stares at you, like he sees right through you, right through the mask covering half your face, sets off a fight or flight response in you.

"...you first." you utter, meeting baranov's glare despite the uncomfortable feeling under your skin. he gives you a suspicious, questioning look before you continue, "i don't like people walking behind me."

baranov clicks his tongue, and you see him pointedly roll his eyes as he turns around and marches through the door into the warehouse. kattan stays put, regarding you with the same unnerving look from before.

you bring your hands up to your hood, your mind drawing a blank for any more excuses to stall. you sigh quietly, and take a few hesitant steps forward. when kattan sees you move, he turns and goes through the door ahead of you. as you reluctantly follow behind him, you spare a glance back to the road you came down, hoping – praying – that your comrades find you before it's too late.

the inside of the warehouse is filled with various crates and locked containers, which you can only assume are all filled with less than legal merchandise. the lights above you flicker every now and then as you follow kattan deeper into the building. times like this make you wish things could just be easy – if this op had gone to plan, you'd already be sound asleep in your bed by now.

kattan comes to a stop next to baranov, in front of an open crate. "there." kattan crosses his arms over his chest, nodding his head to the crate with a stony expression.

you gulp, taking a cautious step forward and examining the weapons inside. the crate is full of a seemingly random assortment of weapons – not at all what was mentioned in the intel you'd gathered. 

you feel your stomach drop all the way to the floor.

"is there a problem?" baranov snaps. your eyes must've betrayed your thoughts.

you refocus your expression, instilling whatever confidence you have left into your voice as you reply, "this isn't what we agreed–" 

"enough." he cuts you off, taking a stride forward as you step back. "this game has gone on long enough, sergeant." baranov hisses, watching your wide eyes flit between the both of them.

"...right." you mutter, removing your mask and shoving it into your pocket, "i guess i was a little optimistic."

"i'll admit, you're committed. but," kattan steps forward as well, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it at you, "i'm afraid that won't save you this time." he gives you a smug smirk as he takes yet another step closer to you.

"afraid not." you grit your teeth, muscles tightly wound as you follow kattan with your eyes. you think back to the look he had in the van earlier, and realise with a surge of anger that they'd both known the entire time.

you look to baranov, closing the weapons crate with his back turned to you. looking back to kattan, with his cocky smirk as he slowly advances on you.

just one more step, a little bit closer–

you swing your arm up, grab kattan's hand holding the gun and push upwards, narrowly missing taking a bullet to the face. he struggles to wrench his arm free, but you pull him forward and use his momentum to shove him to the ground on his stomach. you bend his arm unnaturally behind him, causing him to reflexively loosen his grip, enough for you to snatch the gun from him. without a moment of hesitation, you press the barrel to the back of his ribcage and squeeze the trigger.

the gunshot echoes through the warehouse, and your ears ring with the aftershock.

a wet cough escapes kattan as you push yourself to stand, a pool of crimson already forming underneath his body. you turn around and raise your arm to shoot baranov too, but you find the place where he was standing empty.

"fuck!" you groan, your eyes scanning the area nearby for any trace of where he could've gone. he could be hiding around any corner, and in a warehouse literally filled with guns, you didn't like your odds.

before you could think too much about it however, the sound of heavy footfalls reaches your ears from further into the warehouse. you could tell they were getting closer, and in a split second of panic, you decide to take cover behind a stack of crates before they see you.

just as you duck out of sight, you count five armed men coming around the corner to where you were just standing. you focus on calming your breathing and your rapid heart rate, watching as one of them crouches and inspects kattan's body. the rest of them look around, presumably on the look out for you.

you lean more around the corner, bringing your gun up and pointing the barrel squarely at the man next to kattan's body – the one closest to your hiding spot.

with a deep breath, you pull the trigger and hiss a curse as he moves at the last second and clutches his leg where you hit. you fire two more shots at the others, hitting one in the chest and cursing again as the other narrowly misses your target.

the remaining three finally gather their senses, returning fire at where you hide and forcing you to take cover again. your breathing has picked up again, blood rushing in your ears and drawing out the sound of bullets flying towards you.

there's a pause, but before you can react, a hand grasps your shoulder from behind and slams your shoulder back into the crate. you try to point your gun at the assailant, but he rips it from your grasp and tosses it to the ground out of reach, pointing his own gun at you as you struggle. 

shit– one of baranov's men must've crept up behind you in the chaos.

he shoves you to the ground, restraining your arms behind your back and clicking a pair of cuffs far too tightly around your wrists. he pulls you roughly onto your feet and shoves you back out into the open, where baranov and the other two men stand waiting.

"you two– watch the perimeter." baranov commands, never once taking his chilling glare off of you. the other two nod, before turning and disappearing the way you'd came in.

baranov brings your attention back to him by stepping forward and gathering the front of your hoodie in his fist. for a moment, he holds your stare, giving you that same cold look that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

with a disdainful scoff, he pulls you from the other man's grip and shoves you to the floor again, dropping you aggressively against a metal shelving unit that makes your vision blur as your head collides with it. you blink, ears still ringing and a warm wet feeling growing on the back of your head.

"you are such a pain in my ass, kilo 0-9." he growls, crouching in front of you and watching as you try to regain your senses. a pained groan leaves your throat, and you squint at his unfocused figure at your feet.

"...i try my best," you mumble, subtly tugging at the cuffs binding you. to your frustration, even dislocating your thumb wouldn't help you to get out of them they were so tight. "...but maybe i'm just a natural–"

"заткни пасть!" baranov roars, delivering a harsh slap to your face. your head snaps to the side, your vision once again swimming and the sick feeling in your stomach only growing stronger. "i will make you pay for what you did, you annoying little доносчик." he stands again, his form towering over you and his shadow blocking the flickering light from above.

“i had everything, i was on top of the world. i’d finally gotten everything i’d ever wanted,” he begins, nothing but pure malice in his eyes as he glares down at where you sit, still reeling from your head injury, “until you took it all away from me!”

"and for what? a paycheck? a pathetic little sense of victory?" he spits, kicking your leg as he slowly paces before you. "i worked all my life for that empire! and you burned it all to the ground, like it was nothing!"

you feel hot blood trickle down the back of your neck, the urge to vomit still not leaving you, and you pray to anyone who would listen that somebody finds you soon, because with the way your vision is still blurred at the edges, you don’t think you’ll get out of this on your own.

baranov abruptly stops his pacing, running a had through his hair in an erratic display of anger. “i thought killing you would be enough, that revenge would satisfy me, but i’ve changed my mind, sergeant.” he’s not shouting anymore, instead his voice is low and quiet, but no less threatening. he turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

“you see, simply killing you would be satisfying, of course. that was my original plan; lure you in with something i know you self-righteous hero types can’t resist,” he says, waving his arms to emphasise his words, “but then it would be over. you would be dead, and you’d never be truly sorry for how you wronged me.”

even through the fog in your mind, you feel a cold dread building inside you. baranov turns to face you fully.

“so, thats why i’ve decided instead to make you suffer.” he crouches down again, closer than he'd been before.

“i will make you watch," he grabs your throat, pulling you closer still, "as i destroy the things you care about, just like you did to me.” his voice is just above a whisper.

“commander karim,” he squeezes your airway, “the american,” squeezing tighter as you desperately try to breathe in, “and of course, your precious little pilot.”

“no…” you wheeze, rattling your cuffs as you squirm in baranov's grasp. the edges of your vision darken for a moment, and you let your unfocused gaze drift from his sharp grin.

behind him, in the shadows of the stacks of crates and shelves, something catches your eye through the blurriness. a glint of reflected light from the yellowish bulb overhead, behind the man who'd dragged you earlier. you seem to be the only one to notice the fourth presence.

“they will all die, because of you.” baranov finally releases you, once again shoving you back against the metal shelving. you cough once, twice, your breaths ragged and eyes glaring daggers at baranov as he stands again to tower over you.

“you won’t…” you draw your legs into your chest, glaring up at him with renewed defiance. he takes one menacing step towards your curled up form, that insufferable smirk still pulling at his lips.

“oh,” he chuckles darkly, “i will.”

you scoff, and with all the force you can muster, you shoot your legs out to collide with one of baranov's ankles. he stumbles back, regaining his balance a few paces away from you, but he's a second too late – the figure in the darkness has already leapt out and sunk their blade into the neck of baranov's guard, ripping it out of his flesh and throwing it in baranov's direction.

you watch as the knife ricochets off a stack of crates and clatters to the ground next to baranov, already struggling to get your cuffed wrists in front of your body in your dazed state. the mystery person tackles baranov before he can fully recover, sending them both tumbling to the ground and grappling for control over the other.

your heart practically soars when you realise it's nik, pinning baranov to the ground and landing a blow to his face that felt extremely personal.

somewhere in the struggle, baranov gets a hold of the knife, swinging his arm and catching nik in the stomach just below his vest before you can warn him. your head is pounding, the ache from being thrown around earlier catching up to you and making it that much harder to focus.

baranov rolls them over, on top of nik now as he clutches the laceration with one hand and resists baranov's attempt to stab him again with the other. a grunt escapes you as you finally manage to get your cuffed wrists over your legs, feeling the muscles in your shoulder stretch painfully – another injury to slow you down, but you couldn't think about that right now.

despite the pain clouding your senses, you push yourself up to crouch, wobbling slightly before you find your balance. for a second you watch the pair grapple with each other on the floor, mind racing to think of a way to help nik without allowing baranov to hurt him any further.

you have to get them off each other, is the only thought you can come up with, so before you can hesitate you launch yourself onto baranov's back, hooking the chain of your cuffs in front of his neck and dragging him backwards with all your weight.

the knife falls to the floor again, out of reach of either of you. with all the strength you can muster, you pull the cuffs towards yourself in an effort to cut off baranov's airway. he thrashes in your hold, desperately trying to wedge his fingers in between the metal and his flesh. but in your slightly concussed state, he manages to catch you off guard and throw his head back, landing a strike to your nose, which stuns you enough for him to rip himself out of your grasp.

your head spins all over again, eyes watering and blurry as you feel baranov twist and pin you beneath him. his hand goes to your neck, and through your distorted vision you see his other pull back in a fist aiming squarely at your face.

you flinch, bracing to be hit, but the impact never comes; nikolai sinks the knife once into the side of his neck, and again into his chest, before grabbing his body and shoving him off of you.

you watch as baranov sputters, your own chest heaving as you take in some much needed air. nik searches through baranovs pockets, pulling back with a tiny silver key in his hand – the key for the handcuffs. he takes your bruised wrists into his hands, his touch unbelievably gentle, unlocking the cuffs and discarding them to the side.

he slumps down beside you, close enough thar his shoulder touches yours, and his hand cradling the stab wound on his stomach. a moment passes where neither of you move, still reeling from your injuries and the fight as you massage the raw skin of your wrists.

"thank you," you murmur once your vision finally stops spinning, shuffling to face nik and placing your hand on his arm, "you saved my life…"

"does that mean i'm your guardian angel now?" he chuckles, groaning when his abdomen shifts painfully. your head pulses, your own injuries catching up to you, but that back of your head seems to have stopped bleeding so you decide it can wait. you'd rather take care of him first anyway.

"i guess it does," you give him a weak smile in return, before undoing the straps of his vest, "now let me patch you up before your bleed to death." he chuckles again, sitting up so you can lift the vest over his head and set it down on the floor. you turn to the side, looking through the different packs until you find the one with basic medical supplies; bandages, disinfectant, and sutures – though you sincerely hoped you wouldn't have to do any stitching.

you hear nik move again, and the shuffle of fabric, and look back at him to find him pulling off his shirt. completely and utterly distracted from what you were doing, you feel an unmistakable heat rise to your face as you study the way his chest rises and falls, a thin sheen of sweat–

"if you wanted to undress me, all you had to do was ask," nik's teasing voice breaks you out of your trance. your eyes snap to his, the amused expression he wears only making the embarrassment worse.

"oh, shush…" you mumble, look back down to the medical supplies in your lap and willing your heart to slow down – he was still injured, you needed to take care of that before it became a problem. you grab his hand and place it on your shoulder, "just tap me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"конечно." he gives you a small, reassuring squeeze. you smile tightly, and begin to disinfect the laceration. thankfully, it wasn't too deep, so you wouldn't have to demonstrate your awful stitching skills. 

despite the circumstances, he looks ethereal above you; his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, his rippling muscles glistening with sweat and a firm grip on your shoulder. it takes everything in you to concentrate on patching him up instead of gawking at the way the dim light of the warehouse hits the shape of his body.

after successfully stopping the bleeding without getting too distracted, you finish up by securing the gauze with a tight bandage. you look up from your work to find nik already looking at you, with the same look in his eyes from the night before, when you watched the stars together.

"i'm so glad you're okay, милая." nik smiles, cupping the side of your face with the hand not covered in blood. you feel the warmth of him seeping into your clammy skin. his touch has a calming effect on you, instantly soothing your overactive mind.

"i'm glad you found me," you smile back, leaning into his palm and bringing your own hand up to cover his, "sorry for getting us into this mess in the first place." you mutter, your gaze falling to the floor with a twinge of guilt.

"there's no need to apologise, дорогая." he caresses your face with his thumb, tilting your head slightly to bring your eyes back to his. you give him a meek nod, and mirror the tiny smile he wears.

you move to sit next to him again, sighing as you rest against the cold shelves. the two of you sit in relative quiet for a moment or two, listening to your own exhausted breathing and the hum of the lights.

"nice aim, by the way." you nod your head towards baranov's body.

"really?"

"yeah," you reply, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, "knife went right past him."

nik laughs, airy and tired, and lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders "ah, now you're making fun of me." he chuckles, looking at you with an amused light in his eyes.

"that's the second time you've missed, isn't it?" you tease, feeling his arm tighten around you.

"тихо…" he grumbles, shaking his head with lightheardted disapproval, "but for the record, i'm glad i missed the first time." his gaze softens as he examines your faces, his other hand coming back up to cup the side of your jaw.

"you better be." you murmur, suddenly very aware of his still bare chest as he pulls you closer to him. 

"after all, if i'd shot you," his voice is just above a whisper, the space between you so small you can feel his warm breath on your face. with the hand on your jaw, he brings you even closer, resting his forehead against yours as your eyes flutter closed, "i would never get to do this."

without another moment of hesitation, you feel his lips against yours, passionate yet gentle as you sigh into him. your arm comes up to loop around his neck, his hand moving to the back of your head to press you further into the kiss. you're momentarily reminded of the ache in your head, but it's an afterthought as you press yourself flush against him.

the heat in your chest, your face, your whole body, is burning, heart racing faster than you'd ever felt it as nikolai's mouth moves against yours. you feel his stubble prickle against your skin as he tilts his head further, his tongue swiping across your lips.

when the need for air gets too much, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, nikolai chasing your lips and giving you one last peck before you get too far away. he smiles warmly at you, coaxing a similar expression to light up your own face.

"so, are farah and alex coming to get us, or…?"

"my hero…" you whisper, earning a grin for nik as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. you rest your head in the crook of his shoulder and chest, revelling quiet in the moment between the two of you; and for the first time in a long time, you feel a genuine spark of happiness ignite in your chest.

"...бляаты… i will tell them i found you…"

[rathockey]

one year on t!

today is the anniversary of when i started T so i kinda wanted to make a post about what thats been like for me!

under a readmore so if you don't want to read a wall of text about testosterone you don't have to aslkdfjalksd

i'll reblog this post to add pictures of me from the past year

also if you have any questions related to my experience on T, my askbox is open and i do have anon on. :)

so i decided to do the gel instead of the shot because i had needle issues. i don't think i really do anymore though, because for the first year of care, they have you go every three months to get your hemoglobin and t levels checked and they draw blood for that. but i am still sticking with the gel because there's a lower risk of blood clots(APPARENTLY - this was told to me by a nurse PLEASE double check this with your doctor and confirm if thats a concern for you), and since i'm on a hormonal birth control, i want to do everything i can to keep that risk low!

I also started on a half dose bc I was a liiiiittle nervous about it, and went up to the full dose after 6 months.

so. pros and cons of t gel:

pros: no needles (also makes for easier disposal), lower risk of blood clots (again, feel free to fact check me on this)

cons: its daily, i've had issues with acne on my shoulders, can't wear tank tops

overall i think its the best option for me right now, though i might change my mind in the future!

changes so far:

voice - my voice has gotten deeper and is starting to crack. my voice no longer gives me away if someone genders me correctly before i start talking

hair - toe hair, leg hair, arm hair, ass hair. no facial hair. a liiiittle bit of tummy hair

libido/horniness - i had a pretty low sex drive before starting t bc my bc kinda killed any semblance of one i had before aldksfjalkds so im not 100% more horny all the time, it kind of comes in waves. but i am WAY more horny and interested in sex than i was before

bottom growth - this was the thing that concerned me THE MOST before i started. i did NOT want bottom growth, i liked my bits where they were. but honestly its not bad at all. i didn't even notice it was happening. i think its leveled off for now which is good, i'm chill with where its at, but if it does start growing again, we'll see how i feel about it aksdjfklads i've seen some people have INSANE bottom growth. also. if you're thinking about getting on T. bottom growth is one of the FIRST things to happen. so you gotta be chill with it aldskfjalksd

muscle mass/fat distribution - i really haven't noticed too much change in this department yet. i don't really have any fat on me (just a little on my hips and some on my thighs) so that could be why I haven't noticed much change? and i'm not currently going to the gym so idk in terms of muscle mass.

ultimately I'm very happy with where i am in my transition and i can't wait to see what the next year brings! (facial hair maybe? we can only hope)

[impishcyber]

Fuck around and find out

Nsfw drabble, Ghost x gn!Reader (slight fem body anatomy mentioned)

You know you should have keept your mouth shut when Simon gave you a warning look when you were being a bit too obnoxious.

You knew you should have also cut it out when he spoke your name lowly as a warning when you were being too touchy and flirty with Johnny, arm warped around his, a hand on his chest and you laughed a bit too loud at his usual flirting that came with his easy going nature.

And you should have known damn well what that final, disapproval and threatening look meant when you were sparing with a rookie and you decided to wear a really low neck tank top that showed your chest that got the poor boy staring at you assets for far longer than what Simon would have wanted.

You knew it all though. You knew what you were doing and Simon knew it all too. Honestly it was his fault for not giving you the attention you deserve. Being ignored for a week with the excuse of "im busy" and leaving you to deal with yourself and needs to your own matter and devices even thought nothing compared to his sheer size.

Yet here you are, getting what you deserve and wanted, pushed face first against the wall, hands behind your back being chained by Simon's rough hands as his cock hits that one spot over, and over and over again

Sobbing, begging, yelling for more and then to stop, you couldn't make up your mind as it was all too much and nothing at the same time.

"Make up your mind already, or I'm going to leave you with nothing on these empty cold walls, sobbing and fully wet. Maybe that's what you want huh? Having Johnny find you and using you just like how you want to be used huh?" He thursts a harsher at the mention of Soap's name, making you sob out,

"Or maybe I should call that rookie, then we can see who can satisfy you, then we can see who can keep under control and in good behaviour like a good little cock slut" you choke a sob, incoherent words as your cunt pulsates at the degrading name, making you cry out even harder as he pulls you in a choke hold with the arm that was holding your hips in place, "What was that sargent? speak up for you Lieutenant I couldn't hear you through the blabbering mess you just spewed"

"P-lease sir, please- I need- I'm gonna-" before you can even finish the sentence your works get punched out of your throat as Simon slams his hips harder into you "Selfish little whore, can't even wait for a little longer huh?" Then he pushes you into the wall and pistons his hips into you, making his cock bruise your cervix everytime the tip hits it,

You cry, tears falling down your face as you finally come after being denied to cum for the 3rd time in the row, Simon not far behind as at his last thurst he pins you into the wall and cums in you, making his seed spill out of you, lewd splatting sounds filling the hallway combined with both of your breaths.

"...dont think you're off that easily, meet me at my office after curfew"

[dreamdropxoxo]

Ohhh i just saw the smuty list Haha Can I ask you for the 69) "l'll take care of you" 😈 and maybe (if you want) make Laurent say it to Damen?

Okay.. now Im def going and leaving you alone! Haha 🍓 Take Care! 🍉

Hi dear!

So sorry it took me SO LONG to actually complete this prompt. I hardly wrote these last few months and when I did it felt a bit like a fever dream lmao. But finally I made it.

Thank you so much for this amazing prompt. I absolutely loved writing it and I hope you like the result.

The prompt is from the list here, where you find an overview over all my answers. (Original post of the prompt list here).

69. “I’ll take care of you.” (Lamen) sub Damen

Laurent was aware of the responsibilities that came with being the one in control, the one deciding on his partner’s pleasure. It was easy for him. The planning, the attention to detail but also to his partner, it came to him naturally. The giving and taking his role demanded of him, even easier. He took his pleasure in his partner while giving him exactly what he needed. He gave him comfort and attention after and took this full satisfaction that he couldn’t get otherwise out of it. 

A muffled groan made him look away from his book. It wasn’t particularly interesting or demanding, just engaging enough that he still had room for his thoughts to drift. The interruption was a welcome one although he acted like it wasn’t. He fixated the man bound to the bed with his eyes, letting impatience that he didn’t really feel into his tone.

“Now, didn’t we have an agreement, love?” He wasn’t expecting an answer. How could he? The gag in the other man’s mouth made any type of conversation impossible. 

“We did, didn’t we? You were supposed to be good and silent for me, weren’t you?”

A loud breath through flared nostrils and Laurent couldn’t keep the smile from his lips.

“I know, love, it’s hard, isn’t it? You’re not one for silence, never were and here I make you wait and wait without being able to complain about it. How cruel of me.” He marked his page and slowly put the book away. 

“Considering how much I’m asking of you, I think I might be persuaded to give you an out, love.” He advanced on the bed and loomed over his husband, carefully keeping his tone level.

“You have a choice. Either I keep you gagged and you get to come tonight or I undo the gag and you don’t get to come tonight. What would you like, love? One or two? Show me with your fingers.”

Damen balled his left hand to a fist with only his pointer finger extended and Laurent smiled, pleased. “Good choice, love. I’ll take care of you.”

He petted his husband’s sweaty hair and sat down beside him on the edge of the bed.

“You’ve held out remarkably well. I would have expected you to break much sooner, if I can be honest with you. You can take it for a bit longer, can’t you, love?”

Damen nodded weakly. Spit was leaking from the corners of his mouth and Laurent gently dabbed it away with a tissue. 

“Messy,” he tutted, “but you can’t help it, aren’t I right? Leaking all over.”

His fingers brushed over Damen’s cock, light as a feather, it jumped at the contact and Damen tried to gasp in air inconspicuously. It didn’t work and Laurent laughed, fingers dragging over the mess on Damen’s abs. “So desperate for touch. I bet you could come in under a minute if I touched you properly. How useless. I bet you couldn’t even fuck me properly. What use is such a big cock if you explode the moment I let you anywhere close to my ass?” He wrapped his hand around said cock and gave it a hard squeeze.

Damen whimpered. He shook his head almost desperately.

“No? You think you could make me come before you do?”

Frantic nodding.

“Hm. I don’t think I believe you, love.” He dragged his hand up over the hard, hot member. Damen’s back arched off the bed.

“See? So easy. You would come the moment I had myself seated.”

Damen’s moan sounded like he was in physical pain and Laurent hesitated for a second, let his gaze flicker up to Damen’s hand, where he held a silk cord safely cradled in his palm. All good then. Still, he wasn’t that cruel. At least not in right that moment. He still pumped Damen’s cock slow

“You think you could come twice, love? Maybe if you came now you wouldn’t have such a hair trigger the second time around.”

Frantic nodding again. Laurent chuckled.

“Alright, love. Come whenever you want, just make sure you can still fuck me after.”

[multiplicity-positivity]

Hey! I’m an alter who was formed to be a protector (im not familiar with did terms, but I think “protector” is the right word). I fronted during traumatizing events and I front sometimes to handle triggering situations or to take over the body while another alter experiences ptsd/any other Bad Things

I haven’t fronted very often since we moved out of our abuser’s home (years ago) and I’ve never fronted for more than a few days. Usually when I front, our gatekeeper will kinda be there with me and talk to me (idk if that’s co-con). But right now it’s all quiet. I can’t hear anyone, I can’t talk to anyone. And I’ve been fronting for almost a month.

I’m older than the body (and most alters) and I know I’m supposed to be the one that has everything under control, but right now I’m stressed beyond belief and no one will talk to me. I’m the one who fixes stuff but I got thrust to the front with nothing to fix, and I just don’t know what’s going on.

hey, we’re so sorry to hear you’re going through something like this!

we know this probably isn’t too reassuring, but from what we understand it’s common for many systems to experience extended periods of silence from the rest of their system sometimes. this could be for a multitude of reasons, and unfortunately we worry that the best way through it is to try and wait it out!

maybe you could try poking around your headspace (if y’all have one), compiling collections of things that remind you of your system members, and occasionally reaching out internally, even if you feel like you’re alone, to see if you can get a response. we know it’s not much, but maybe one of these things could help you discover a headmate, feel like you have a bit more control over your situation, or at least help ease feelings of loneliness and isolation.

from one protector to another, i (kip) really understand how scary and difficult it can be realizing that you don’t have as much control or ability to fix situations in your system as you used to or once thought you had. i also know how exhausting it can be fronting for much longer than you had ever expected to! we want to reassure you that you’re not alone in your struggles - there are lots of systems out there who have been through very similar situations.

if you are out to anyone in your life about your system (a therapist, family member, friend, etc), it may be helpful for you to tell them about what’s going on and how you’ve been handling it. even if they don’t know much about system experience or how to help you, it may be beneficial just for you to speak about this to someone who knows and cares about you and your system. sometimes just vocalizing our struggles and sharing them with a friend can do so much to ease inner tension!

regardless, we truly are so sorry you’re having to go through this difficult situation alone. we hope that your headmates will resurface soon and you won’t be alone for much longer!! in the meantime, please do your best to take care of yourself and not beat yourself up for things that are outside of your control. we’re rooting for you, and we wish you the very best!

🐢 kip, 💫 parker, and 🌸 margo

[badnewskarma]

I'm thinking of you laying there on the bed of a dimly lit room, in your flirty little skirt just waiting for someone to take you.

I start slowly getting closer to you starring you down, letting you know just how bad I want you. You start to feel the tension in the room escalating and I can hear your breathing pattern changing. I’m now just next to you, I start softly running my hand up the inside of your leg, inner thigh all the way to your stomach. I pause, take a glimpse at you, I want to see how you’re reacting to my touch. We briefly lock eyes and that’s my signal, your insistant lustful gaze has betrayed you. You haven’t uttered a single word but your body has now made it clear, you’re enjoying this moment and you sure as hell don’t want this to stop.

So I pick up where I left at, I start to run my hand on your body once more reaching for your hips, I lean my head closer to yours, gaze at your face for awhile. I slowly run my other hand trough your hair, down your neck and shoulder. Your skin feels so soft. I decide to play with the strap of your bra for a while, trying to figure out if I should take it off just now, as I push your strap to the side of your shoulder. And in that moment, as I begin to undress you, you start to feel particularly vulnerable, the intimacy of the moment is very shooting, isn’t it.

As I make my way up your upper back with my hand, you start to blush, your cheeks are turning red and you are submerged by a wave of burning desire, and you probably haven’t even noticed but your hips instinctively moved closer to me.

I have you stand up for me as I begin to wonder just how to dispose of you.

Should I start by making my way up, slowly grazing the exterior of your of thighs with the back of my hand ?

Or perhaps I should start by standing firmly in front of you, pinning you up against the wall, staring you right in the eyes.

Yeah.. I like the sound of that.

So I get real close to you, you start to take a step back. I keeptrying to get closer and you match my pace, for every step forward I take you take one backwards. Our eyes are locked and you start to grin because you know what’s coming next, it’s almost like we’re dancing really. But now I have you cornered, your back’s against the wall. So I lean in real close to you, guide your arms above your head, let out a couple of warm heavy breathes onto your neck.

You have me seduced, I can barely contain myself. Having you there hands up against the wall, it’s a bliss but you realize there's no going back. It's just you and me baby girl, in that moment you become entirely mine.

I have you spread your legs open for me, just a little bit.

I’m taking my time with you, contemplating that beautiful body of yours.

You're eye candy to me, and I'd make sure you know that by the way I looked at you. Let you know how every single one of your curves draws me just a little bit closer to the edge.

..I’m thinking about just how hard it is for me to contain myself, but you're worth it, I want to take all the time in the world for you.

I take your cheek in the palm of my hand and slowly move my lips closer to yours, only to deny you of that kiss at the last moment and get close to your ear.

Whisper something along the lines of

"you know.. I'm really enjoying this. Knowing that you're mine to take. Having your body under my control, all of you, at the mercy of my touch. Yeah that's right, I want you to surrender your body to me, surrender to my touch, precious. »

Of course I'd have started to run my fingers around the string of your panties, playing around with them, teasing you.

…Should I push them aside and reach for the promised land like your body is begging me to do ? Or should I continue to tease you and just pull your panties upward just a bit, have them spread your lips open for me..?

omg please push them aside im begging you, i can’t handle waiting any longer🥺🥺

[hababa]

have been wrangling with anxiety and uncertainty and self-rejection around top surgery for the last few months but feel like i'm digesting these fears day by day and getting a bit more clear-headed about my decision. long elaboration to no one under the cut

im like 70% certain that i'm going to go through with double incision that i have scheduled for february 2024. sometimes i feel like i should wait a bit longer until i can afford or access non-flat/inverted T anchor/radical reduction (not worried about preserving nipple sensation but don't want to be unproportionately flat to my tummy and hips. god im so jealous of cis men and their stupid sexy little man boobs. i want just a liiiiiiittle fat left there, just enough to still look male). my surgeon said he would leave a little bit of tissue there but his other results i've seen online seem to be really flat, like prepubescent cis boy levels of flat, and i dont think that will match my body well cause i'm not skinny. there doesnt really seem to be a lot of surgeons that can do non-flat top surgery for NB folk around the UK/europe and i dont want to wait three or four more years before i can afford it in america or access it with nthanos, the idea of having boobs like this another few years sounds like hell. especially considering i would be giving up the option to have DI in the next few months (i anticipate if i cancel i will feel very depressed afterwards), and especially the more my body masculinises on testo. im also worried about my breasts growing bigger than i want which they might do w methods that preserve the nipple stalk - they won't with DI. compared to the pre-op chests i've seen of people who got inverted T, my boobs are really big and saggy so i also worry that if i do get to that point where I can access inverted T they won't be able to operate on my big fat fucking boobies lol. my nipples are super low down so idk if they'll even be able to preserve the stalks and achieve a masculine chest. idk idk.

i'm able to name now that i'm reckoning with a fear of losing control. i can't control the chest that my surgeon will construct while i'm under anaesthesia. i can't control how my body will look post-op (though i can imagine and suggest to him what I want), can't control if i'll like my new figure (though i can estimate that my self-image will improve overall? it'll be a huge adjustment...). i can't control if 10 years down the line i will have regretted transitioning (and my inner transphobe has a lot to say about that..) . it feels really frightening at times. the way i see myself and others see me is going to change permanently. i worry of my dysphoria travelling south to my hips and bum once the attention is away from my boobs. my fear speaks with the tongue of a facist and tells me that my body is going to look weird and ugly. and when i'm tired and i havent taken deep breathes for a while, it just goes on and on and on and on like that...

i think strangely i'm still a little in denial about being trans. i've been having trans feelings and gender dysphoria since i was like 16 (8 years wtf!!!) and even though it ebbs and flows - some days i can leave the house braless in a t shirt and ignore the dysphoria, some days i can't even look at my chest without wanting to rip them right off me - it's always there. denying it or feeling it deeply, i am having a very trans experience of life rn. i only started tangibly transitioning a few months ago this year w starting testo, changing my name and coming out. i've spent so much time denying and suppressing my transness because i was afraid about what other people thought of me. makes sense to me that i have internalised that ignorant, judgemental voice. it served to protect me for a long time, to tell myself "don't bother, you'll be a freak, you're not trans youre traumatised / mentally ill, you're throwing your life away, people will judge you, you will not be safe."

if i take a moment to distract myself, not think about it, relax, then come back to it, contextualise it, and ground these worries back down to reality, i feel more certain in wanting top surgery. i wore a binder for the first time in a while today (i can't bind very often because of neck/shoulder/back pain - a motive in itself for surgery) and was reminded that i really like how my figure looks flat, and that i can't get flat enough from binding. i tried living as a masculine woman for a long time and it felt like part of me was withering away in secret. though i can't really picture what i'll look like in the future (an... androgynous, dykeish, effeminate man? lol), the idea that these boobs will stay on my body until the day i die does feel unreal to me, makes me feel sad and frantic like i've got to get out of my body. once i get top surgery i think i'll be able to experiment with my style more because i won't have to exclusively wear dark colours to hide the shape of my chest. i'll be able to work out with more ease. my back pain and posture will improve. i wont have to be in this constant compromise between wanting to feel masc/good but having to deal with my huge boobies. i'll hope i'll feel more confident in my masculinity. i won't have to wear uncomfortable shit on my chest once i'm healed up. i think it'll take me some time to adjust to my new silhouette and i think i will feel a bit dysmorphic about the shape of my body BUT. i have spent a lot of time looking at other trans men/mascs top surgery results and i don't judge them nearly as hard as i judge myself - it gives me hope that i can become okay with looking trans. i like seeing the effect T has on me (minus the acne and the hair thinning lol), and often i'm attracted to other trans people FOR their transness. ultimately it helps me best to ask myself what i want, and right now I want to learn how to stop comparing myself to cis people and put more attention into celebrating trans bodies in all their delightful wonkiness. i have hope i can get to a neutral point with my body rather than scrutinising myself for not looking cis.

[jennifercheckwannabe]

So this is something I wrote a bit back but it's still pretty accurate. Anyways what triggered me to write this was knowing perhaps if i express what im still going through hopefully someone else wont fall for my ex and make that mistake🤣💀 bc trust me the bitch makes dahmer seem sane:

I sit here thinking I finally have you out of my system, not being under your control anymore

But as I sit I check the blank screen waiting for something more, the unanswered messages I get too overwhelmed to read start to pile up and I notice myself suddenly knee deep in a landslide of how your presence still bears its mark on me.

How I cannot follow a conversation without losing complete train of thought halfway through, the level of anxiety I get when facing a window seat at a restaurant because it reminds me of you, how i all.but avoid every phone call now because all i can see are the nights where you were my only solace... How instead of overflowing with wanting to share and be loved and heard I find myself getting quieter at every impulse to reach out.

Muting myself as if it can take away the soul crushing void I feel inside, feeling like I want to crawl out of my skin at the thought of letting another person touch me because what if they hurt me as you have, in such a deep irreparable way.

Despite needing to scream and burn and make every pain I've gone through because of you ten times worse, I stay silent because inherently I am too much. That is the message I was given, that every thing that used to be wonderful about me was suddenly a nuisance, suddenly I was a burden when you had promised you would always love and want me. The hollow promises that you made still ring in my ears, I've tried to move through my pain and come out on the plus side but all I can see is how I'm going to be hurt again. How deep down no one stays with me because they want me, but instead bc they need what I give them. Unconditional love and acceptance and understanding, letting my hollowed out self give endlessly to others while I slowly die more inside every day.

You haunt me in every damn aspect of my life, there are so many triggers and people I now avoid just because they have some similarity to you, how I have almost entirely lost my life because of you. And that is still a thin line I'm constantly walking, edging between knowing I have to stay for others, and my soul screaming for a quiet release, to finally cease all this pain and horror that my mind replays.

All of the things you ruined for me, even my own body repulses me again in such a deep way that I had finally thought wasn't going to haunt me forever.

All I see in others now is the red flags that I'm going to be hurt again, and so I pull into myself more. As if I tried hard enough I could become invisible, and fade from the scenery of life and finally find a cease to my pain.

There is a rage inside of my that boils so deeply it scares me, so strongly that I know I could do unimaginable things if pushed much farther. So instead of letting it be I try to tame it and mask it into something beautiful instead of yet another thing poisoning me.

My soul is tainted from the murdered love that I had, drowned in the deepest way that makes me know I will not fully trust how I trusted you ever again. How can a human inflict such a heartless death upon one they supposedly loved will never make sense to me.

There is a void inside of me, filled with emptiness and all of the shards of my broken love. Unending and all consuming, I fight it daily and now the battle is being won, but there are no Victor's to this battle, only death awaits it is simply a matter of who can last the longest, fighting tooth and nail for a life that I no longer have the will to fight for. Knowing I'll only be happy once there is nothing left but charred bones of the foundation our love could have made. Despite knowing you deserve a horrible place in hell for what you've done, that broken part of me still screams that I had just wanted us, to be together and to be happy. But what really killed me in the end was my love that you never knew how to hold, so instead you threw me away like every replaceable person in your meaningless life. I don't have the words for the level of evil you are, the pain you spread leeches into everything like poisoned runwater, and I am only surviving trying to stay clean from you.

[mysticsublimeperson]

So,

Merlin works as a housekeeper in a luxury hotel in central London.

And has a son, Aithusa that is 7 years old (or something)

He is best friends with Gwen who's been working a bit longer than him in that hotel.

Arthur is a politic, and I HAVE NO IDEA HOW POLITICS WORKS IN THE UK (nor in my country but that another issue) He is running for something and has to stay in a hotel for the campaign, cause is easier to have the interview there. also a known womanizer

His second in command is Agravaine, and he also has his security personnel aka the knights.

Merlin is not bad at his job, but it's not what he wants to be, and it's trying to get his degree to be a nurse.

And he and his son have lived on the edge of poverty all of their life so this is the stablest job he has had and wants to keep it.

I don't know any neighborhood in UK, so im going to say that they live in the lower town.

Ok, so Merlin has his routine. He wakes up, does his son's breakfast, takes him to school, then takes the tube, and goes to work. At work he has his friends, he is friendly and kind so he has no problem with that, most of his coworkers are women, and he is technically a male maid, as butlers are higher ranking, and then is the steward and then management, I think, I want everybody to understand that im bullshiting my way on this.

On the days his schedule does not match, he brings Aithusa to the hotel to hang out while he is working.

On one of the rooms he is assigned is staying a insufferable woman, Sophia, and she is just the worse person ever, and on day she brings a man with her that leaves a really expensive suit behind and Gwen dares Merlin to live a little and try it on, he does after some pestering. When he is dressed he hears Aithusa distressed calling for him. He comes out like a rocket, and sees Arthur grabbing his son.

They fight like EP1 you know what I mean, like:

"What are you doing with my son?"

"So this is your son? Was it you that made him ask all those questions?"

"I don't know what are you talking about, but if you don't release him now, you are going to have a big problem my friend"

"Do I know you?" He releases the boy that runs towards his father. Before Merlin can answer he keeps on going "No, No I don't, yet you call me friend, you are going to tell me for what press do you work or do we need to do this the hard way"

"Look, you absolute bloody clotpole, I don't work for any press" he shouted shocking Arthur "And you are right, I could never be friends with someone who can be such an arse"

"You can't talk to me that way"

"Who are you? The sodding queen? Get lost" He turned back with Aithusa and went back to the room.

He vents to Gwen, who kindly informs him that, that was Arthur Pendragon, so Merlin thinks he is basically doomed.

Aithusa had been asking him hard questions about politics like "Why did you lie last time?" and Agravaine had gotten under Arthur's skin and basically convinced him that the kid must have been a tiny spy.

After the fight Leon does some damage control, and shows Arthur that he did really escalate the situation more than necessary, and also that that man could sue him easily and ruin his campaign.

Merlin is ranting loudly so he could hear that the situation appeared to be real, and he had screw up.

Merlin meanwhile finishes the room while dressed too, because he had forgotten in his fury, and Gwen is taking care of Aithusa, distracting him.

Arthur knocks on the door, and Merlin answers a bit thrown off, because the owner of the room is not waiting for anybody, and sees Arthur.

Arthur apologizes reluctantly, and Merlin point it out, and they start to banter, but it's a bit more friendly. Merlin assures him that they are not going to sue, so he can relax, still Arthur insist on compensating, because he finds this man interesting and doesn't want to stop that interaction, and then Gwen actually acts and makes him go.

They go with Aithusa to an ice cream shop, and Aithusa keeps on asking questions, Arthus sees how Merlin answers each of them as best as he can, without judgment. Merlin explains how Aithusa is really shy and has social anxiety, usually triggered in class when he is asked a question and he doesn't properly know how to respond.

So Arthur gives Aithusa some tips for stage fright, that he has before his speeches. And that wins him some points.

They spend a lovely time, but Merlin does need to keep workin so they excuse themself and leave Arthur and go back to the hotel.

Merlin takes the suit off and leaves them in the closet. and puts on his uniform, goes off on Gwen meddling and leaves her feeling like she did overstep a bit, when she realizes that Merlin could be fired for this.

Gwen still defends her posture, and expects details on the date. Merlin said that it had not been a date, but it had been rather nice.

At some point he helps Gaius, a senior butler after an injury on the work and covers for him.

they are offering a promotion a work and Merlin doesn't know if take it or leave the door to keep studying open, because if he take it, he knows he won't be able to study for his exams correctly.

Meanwhile Arthur reinspects his sexuality, like in a slow process, first, he couldn't quite believe he had so much fun, then he could nor stop thinking and comparing the parenting styles. His father had never been so soft edged with him, and had never put himself on a position where he didn't have all the cards. Then he could not stop thinking about his ideologies, his ideas, they were so interesting he was curious.

Next morning Agravaine is fuming. The papers caught the whole thing and they are on first page, some trying to identify the man as a benefactor, or a new weapon of the campaign, but one trying to frame it as a date.

That one does two things, sends Agravaine in a, certainly homophobic, rage induced spiral, and makes Arthur realize that maybe he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it because he too wishes it had been a date. He reads that article carefully.

And then he send a message to the room for a dinner, determined to find out whatever he is feeling.

He still doesn't know what to do when he finds out, he has never been attracted to a man, but well, it didn't feel like a big revelation just yet.

Merlin is asked to help serve that dinner.

When Arthur opened the door and a blond girl entered the room gushing about how happy she was he remembered her and flirting insatiably. Yeah not good.

The dinner was served perfectly, even with the lame attempts of hiding on Merlin's part. Who is rather proud when hearing the conversation between Arthur and his security team about the outing the other day and how fun it had been, because he too had enjoyed it.

Gaius is in the kitchen with Merlin, trying to get him to accept the promotion, and offering his help, when Arthur barges in. Merlins hides his face.

"A man" Arhtur says frustrated "The person Im looking for is a man"

"She was the only one in that room sir" Gaius explains.

"A man, my height, black hair, blue eyes and has a son named Aithusa, find him" orders frustrated before leaving the kitchen.

Gaius turns slowly and sees merlin slouched on the counter "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

Gaius promises to help him, only if he takes the test for the promotion, swearing Merlin could do everything he put his mind to.

So he presents an application.

That day when he is leaving with Aithusa, Arthur intercepts them near a close by restaurant he had been eating at.

"Where have you been? I have been looking for you?"

"I... To tell the truth I've never stayed in the hotel..."

"Oh... are you with that woman then?"

"Not in a million years"

"We were just waiting, he can only leave after five, that is the work schedule" Aithusa answered, and it was the truth, but it made it seem like he was some kind of solicitor, or secretary or something.

"Yes, you see, I'm a.."

"So you work for her"

"Yes" Aithusa grabbed his hand and he could only frown, what was he doing.

"Not related, not his mother...?

"Oh god no!" Merlin shouted terrified with that disgusting image.

"Then do you think you could come with me to the very important gala?"

"Yes he can"

"I don't think so" he threw a look to his son finally understanding what he had been doing "I have to work, and I don't know I f I can find a replacement"

"Just think about it yeah? I think your ideas about the lower town would be really appropriate there, here. This is my number call me if you reach a decision"

"I will, thank you"

Merlin was genuinely touched that he thought his ideas were valid in a place like that. But it was impossible he could go, and he had to study for his promotion test.

Merlin gave Aithusa an earful for lying to Arthur on purpose, and he responded that Arthur himself had explained that lies that helped others feel at ease with the change that was happening, where necessary.

Merlin cursed Arthur very badly.

And Gaius who offered to cover his shift, and Gwen who put the entire hotel staff into a cinderella mission. The boutique lended him a really nice suit, and the hair salon did something weird to his hair, and put on a face mask while on manicure. His hands were rough and hard from working but they cleaned up nicely.

Under threat that if he got the suit dirty Aithusa would be an orphan again, Merlin left, on a taxi, that had been a bit too much.

He arrives, and Arthur is way too happy.

"You do clean up well"

"Even the broken clock, gets it right twice a day" Merlin mutters, making Arthur laugh.

Arthur actually introduces hi to a couple of very interesting people, and gets him talking about some important stuff and introduces him to his security team too, before the are interrupted by Sophia trying to flirt with Arthur. He can't deny her in public so he dances, and Merlin comes to the realization that he does want that very badly,

He likes Arthur, but even if the signals he's been picking up are correct, and Arthur does like him, and is willing to openly BE with him, AND his son, with already sees like too much. This was all a lie, Merlin wasn't someone important and he had lied, he hadn't told the truth and had kept Arthur in the dark, that made him no better than Sophia. And, if that wasn't enough, if he kept with this, he most certainly be fired.

He turns and leaves, texting Arthur that he will be going, and thank you for everything.

To be continued...

I suddenly desperately need a Maid in Manhattan Merthur AU

Please someone, tell me I'm not the only one PLEASE

[cynettic]

Hey! Can I request the "You wear their shirt that's too big for you the morning after a steamy night "but with childe, kaeya ,albedo and zhongli! Thank you

Reader x Genshin NSFW

Summary - You wear their oversized shirt after a steamy night.

Pairings - Fem!Reader x Childe / Zhongli / Kaeya

Warnings - NSFW so no minors plsss

A/N - Someone else asked for Albedo, so I’ll do that one soon! Hope you liked these ones though :) They’re a bit more descriptive than the last ones I did tho- so be careful if you’re not into that.

Childe

Often busy, the one instance where he has a bit of time before work passes by, and you walk out in his large shirt after a steamy night.

At this time in the morning, he’s sipping his morning coffee, eyeing the newspaper or whatever’s on the table.

That all changes when you walk in.

Of course he notices, and resting his elbow on the couch arm, he simply stares. Doesn’t attempt to hide his flirtatious smile and just waits till you notice his very persisting gaze.

When you turn to him, his eyes give you the sensation you might as well be bare naked.

“When did I ever say you could wear my shirt?”

He says this teasingly ofc, you wearing his shirt is the hottest thing he could’ve seen all day. Makes him very happy.

But you deciding to tease him right back, you pout, tugging at the hem of it. “You dont want me to wear it?” He tries to protest and say it was a joke and not to take it personal, but before he can even start, you pull the shirt off.

You have nothing under the shirt.

Nothing.

Flinging the shirt back into his lap, you turn back to the bedroom. “There you go, I’ll find something else to wear.” You make sure to strut, hips swaying from side to side as you touch the doorframe.

You don’t make it to the bedroom.

Childe’s hand glides down your pelvis, wrapping around your waist as the other pulls your hair back so he can give you a kiss on the neck. You’ve captured his full attention, and even though he has work soon, your antics stirred him up.

God… now all he wants to see is you ‘begging’ for him.

Childe has the awful tendency to turn almost everything into a competition, and you struck a nerve. He will waste no time in letting you know who is in control of who.

He pins your arms above your head, holding your wrists in one hand with ease. But holding you so tightly up, your back is arched, posture straight and breasts perked outwards with the awkward position.

“That was awfully bold of you Y/n~”

His other hand cups your breast, molding it in his hand. Index finger pressing down on your nipple while the rest of his hand rubs your tits in a down and up motion. You sink into the feeling, a content sigh leaving your lips as you lean into his touch.

Still sore from yesterday, Childe certainly wasnt gentle or merciful, and this contact is softly blissful compared to yesterday.

Till he pinches your little nipple in his hand, twisting it slowly and hearing you whine in annoyance.

Instead of moving onto the next breast, his hand moves down, gloves brushing against your stomach and your hips. Until its rested on your inner thighs, and he’s just caressing and stroking the skin of your thigh.

His black gloves are everything.

You unconsciously press your legs together, mewling at the sensation so close to your heat. You try to lean further into his hand so he can rub against your throbbing core, but his hand capturing your wrists keeps you firm, not letting you move an inch.

Childe moves teasingly slow.

His gloved finger rubs against your clit ever so softly, pressing deeper against it and then pulling away completely.

“C-Childe…”

“Hmm? Speak up Y/n.”

He adds a second finger, but continues only to rub your pussy. A torturous sensation that makes you buck your hips in desperation to feel his fingers sliding in.

“Childe… please.”

You speak louder this time, and he rubs harder.

“Please what? You’ve got to be more specific Y/n.”

He loves the way he has complete and utter control over you, your reactions, the noises and expressions you make. That even if you’d had the audacity to expose yourself and strut away, he still had control. That in this battle, he’d won.

“Stick your fingers into me,” you groaned out, louder than the previous sentence. “Please- please…”

His gloved finger poked at the tip of your needy hole, rubbing around the edge just until your eyes watered with frustration, and you tried to grind against the sensation. Again unable to with his hold on your wrists.

“P-please!”

It was only when you were begging that he shoved his finger in ruthlessly, pushing in and out. Your legs rubbed together, thighs pressing tightly around his hand as he added a second finger, and you were left gasping and moaning out his name.

When he added a third finger, your knees were trembling and it was only his grip on your wrists and the hand buried in your pussy that kept you standing. He leaned into your neck, his breath fanning your ear when he asked you who you belonged to.

“Y-you…” you breathlessly answered, coming close to your climax with every thrust of his gloved fingers. Pumping up into that G spot so hard that it left you crying out.

And then he pulled out his fingers, loosening the grip on your wrists.

“Good.”

Trembling and writhing just for him, he’d leave you bare and needy. Not letting you climax with him until he came back home from work.

Punishment for trying to tempt him earlier.

He licked your juices from his gloves, sucking on them and lapping them with his tongue. Just for you of course, laying on the ground whining and wet, so close to your climax yet stopped at the heat of the moment.

With a big wide grin, he waves his hand in a goodbye, grabbing his bag from the corner of the room before heading to the door. Fulfilled, watching you beg for him and shamelessly admit that you were his was the perfect start to his morning, and of course your revenge for teasing him earlier.

“See you after work Y/n~!” And with a wink he’s off.

Zhongli

For some reason, after a steamy night with Zhongli, the morning left you sensitive.

Not only physically, but especially mentally. To a point where getting up with the aching throb of your thighs was just enough to send you over the edge and sobbing.

You head to the kitchen, Zhongli’s shirt draped over your figure. He’s of course sitting in his rocking chair, reading glasses on as he scans something that he’s reading. Probably one of Liyue’s historical books.

You heat up some pancakes, planning on making the two of you a nice breakfast to start the day off. But grabbing the maple syrup, after opening the lid and stepping forward to spread it on the pancakes, your foot slid on something slippery on the floor, and you’re sent tumbling back.

Zhongli is leaning over you in seconds.

But the fall isnt the issue, and with the maple syrup in your hand, the bottle had tipped into the inside of Zhongli’s shirt, the one you were wearing, dripping into his shirt and onto your body. You’d managed to set it straight, but not after maple syrup was sent streaming down your chest and down your stomach.

“Im sorry…”

Tears gather at your eyes, and you try to wipe them away before Zhongli can see. Nothing was going right today, and you just wanted a distraction, something to keep your mind off of your emotional state.

“Itrs alright dear… would you like me to prepare a bath for you?” Zhongli is so soft and kind as he offers his help, thumb stroking your cheek as he stares into your eyes.

You dont want a bath.

Even with maple syrup everywhere on your body, sticky, you don’t want to leave the floor. A sob breaks past your lips, and you shake your head. “No… I just want it to go away…” your hands are shaking, and you slowly remove Zhongli’s shirt from your body, the maple syrup clinging to your form.

His eyes trail over the gooey mess you seem to be in, and he takes his shirt back, unsure of what to do. As the geo archon, theres not much he can do about the maple syrup, and his insides twist when hearing you sob.

He presses a kiss to your forehead and slowly trails it to your lips, satisfied when it seems to calm you down. You push him closer, until his head is on the same level of your chest, and the maple syrup dripping down your breasts.

Without thinking, he goes to lick it, the sweet taste of maple syrup in his mouth.

He backs away instantly, afraid that the action only saddened you further. But it was the opposite, and you stared at him wide eyed, tears threatening to spill. With a sniff, you wiped the tears away again, “That… didnt feel bad.” Was all you said.

Zhongli wasnt sure what to make of it, and leaning closer, he only licked the sticky liquid off your cleavage again, listening to the intake of breathing. When he glanced up, you were staring straight at him.

“It felt… nice.”

You were no longer crying, which meant that to Zhongli, he’d done something right. He didnt stop licking there, and dedicating his tongue to wiping every spot of maple syrup on your body, the two of you stayed draped there for a while.

His mouth completely engulfed your breast, tongue swirling around the lengh of it as he sucked in the sticky liquid. Your breathing grew erratic, but every time he’d look up to ask you if you were alright, you’d simply say that it was fine.

Zhongli began to realize that you were really turned on by the time he reached your core, and the maple syrup wasnt the only liquid drenched there. He didnt waste any time in pressing his head into your thighs, knowing from experience that you liked it. And that instead of pain, his tongue gave you pleasure.

So thats what he did, sucking, nipping, and licking every part of your cunt until you were shaking, and your inner thighs were tight against his head.

He would’ve pulled back, but no matter how much he licked your pussy, the sweet taste still coated his tongue everytime, meaning that there was still some maple syrup. It was until his tongue dug into your needy hole that he realized where the sweet taste was coming from.

It only motivated him to get rid of it.

He’d seen your tears, seen how shamed and embarrassed you were to have the sticky liquid all over you. He knew he couldnt get rid of it with his tongue, but if it made you feel better enough to take a bath after, it was worth it.

His hands grabbed the balls of your ass, slowly massaging them against his fingers before using them to thrust his tongue deeper into your wet cunt. Pushing your ass and hips with his large hands and thrusting them towards his head in rhythm with the lapping of his tongue sent you on overdrive.

Your legs were shaking, and instead of gasps, little mewls of pleasure sputtered out of your mouth. Hands tangled in his hair, you felt your eyes roll to the back of your head.

It felt like orgasm after orgasm, Zhongli still pressing his face against your pussy and licking every sweet spot. But there was always more, and you were going numb by the time he pulled away, your body sore and writhing after the intense feeling of pleasure.

“Theres too much,” Zhongli said softly, wiping the sides of his mouth as he stared at your fatigued face. “I could keep going if you’d like-? “

Your mood instantly boosted up, and with a chuckle at the poor archons innocent stare, you shrugged. “A-alright, a little bit more I guess…” Even as your core felt numb and your thighs still shook at how tightly you’d been clenching them around Zhongli’s head, the sensation was too good.

With a small smirk, Zhongli dug back down, hands groping your ass again as he sunk into the sensation of your pussy.

Kaeya

You woke up horny.

By the time you walked out of the bedroom with Kaeya’s shirt on, your intentions were very clear. Your boyfriend was sitting on the couch, reading over something that looked like a report for work. You didnt give him the time to think as you plopped down on his lap.

Directly facing him, he seemed surprised as you wore his shirt, sliding in closer to him inch by inch until you could feel the firmness of his dick against you. It was then that he chuckled, realizing what you were getting at.

“Oh? My my Y/n, so daring~”

He only leaned back, setting the report down and putting his hands against the couch to sit back and watch you.

“Now now, dont feel deterred, I want to see you take charge for a change.”

And so you tried.

Grinding your core against his throbbing member, he winced, the ever so calm smirk never leaving his face. So he simply watched, watched as you slowly took his shirt off your body, revealing the form he loved so much. It took all his control not to take you by the arm and carry you to the bed, a second round after last night.

But watching you struggle was oh so much better.

You fumbled with his jean buttons, hands trembling as you slowly slid them down his legs to reveal his giant member. You always had trouble fitting him in, but he always took control and made sure you were ready for him before he thrust into you.

Sliding down his boxers, you gulped, thighs trembling as you positioned his dick above your pussy.

Kaeya only chuckled as you slowly sank down into him, only taking in the tip of him before you whimpered. Your hands came to clench around the buttons of his vest, breaths coming ragged as you tried your best to lower deeper into him.

“Having trouble?”

You wanted to wipe that arrogant look off his face, fill him with pleasure and send him into the same ecstasy youd felt last night. So that he couldnt tease you about it, so that he could look at you evenly and admit that you were just as good as it as he was.

But god he was too big…

You could barely lower yourself any deeper, only reaching quarter way before the your legs shook and your inner thighs squeezed with need. But he was too much, and every little movement sent you into a fit of squeaks and whimpers.

Kaeya’s hands groped your ass, and with a sigh he slowly began to tug you further down. Slow, achingly painfully slow. You grabbed at his wrists, begging him to stop.

“Kaeya… it hurts…” you nearly sobbed, tears threatening to spilled onto your cheeks.

“Alright, I’ll leave it up to you then.”

He removed his hands, but you were now halfway through and pulling out would be just as excruciating as fully embracing him. You were stuck, thighs shaking so badly you had no option but to sink lower, legs threatening to give out on you from the sheer effort.

You mewed and whined when you couldnt stop the slow motion of your cunt taking in Kaeya’s dick. And no matter how you tried to resist and keep your thighs from taking any more of him, they always collapsed and you were back to slowly leaning deeper into him.

Finally, when you’d sank to the bottom and had fully engulfed his dick, your face was tear stained, sniffles escaping your lips. But Kaeya didnt move, staying still and refusing to help you. It took everything you had to slide up his length and collapse back on him.

Up and down, up and down, the process was torturous but you could feel the pleasure building up in your chest everytime you took him in. Even Kaeya started to enjoy it as your pace quickened, your breasts bouncing up everytime you fell down back into him.

“Kaeya…” you whimpered through lidded lashes as your hands gripped his chest. “K-Kaeya…”

He came at the same time you did, and you were left sitting on his cock more tired than before. Inner thighs trembling, your walls clenched around him. Holding back a moan, you tried to lift yourself off of him, finding yourself unable to do so.

“K-Kaeya…”

With a chuckle, he finally leaned forward. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips, and rubbing the swollen bruises of your inner thighs, he lifted you up, only to send you back down into him.

“My turn Y/n~”

[ximain]

ok they starting off frm where they left off last ep with aya jumping off we got a dazai parallel

ok yes this was in the manga right SKDJFHDSKJLFHSDKJFHDS what a WAY TO SLASH UR OPPONENT ORIGINAL SWORD MOVE!!!! OG!!

also like why does this remind me of gojo satoru's box... the perfect timing isn't it. klsafjhasdjkfhdsj bsd // jjk

why does the prison fyodor comes out of look like an ancient vampire castle i get that it's mersault and related to a character from a book but uh... bram?

oh yea and ofc fyodor was communicating with the outside via vamps i think we knew this BUT WHY DOES HE LOOK 100X MORE ANAEMIC (and why does he want to take in in the helicopter)

WHO IS the OTOKO WHO WHO WHO WHO あの男？？？誰　TvT sigma injured fyodor?

help we're only 4 mins in and we see dazai die again loll

fyodor??? the vampire??

LKDSJHFDSLJKF THE VAMPIRE isn't controlled by fyodor?? who's controlling it??? chuuya??? BRAM???? dazai???

WE GOT hair-blowing-in-the-wind-zai :) WE GOT hair-blowing-in-the-wind-zai :) ok so if the vampire was stabbing fyodor it means they are no longer under fyodor/fukuchi's control -> Bram is back?? -> aya-chan MVP?

AYAAA

AHHAHAHAA why'd they make his first full-body appearance this low-quality image

LSDHJFGHLDKJSFHDJLKSFHDJLSKFHDLJSKHFLJKDS BRAM KNIGHT ??????!!!!!!

same aya-chan same

wait that's it they're retreating? huh it's over? it can't be so easy right

^^ this is how i need to be woken up in the morning yea atsushi i getz

WHAT WAS THAT. A GUNSHOT? but the sound came after Ranpo fell backward. that scared me

(um. we cut back to dazai explaining everything)

mm yes the message nakama with ur allies go skk!!!

CHUUYA SAN CHUUYA SANNNNDNFDMSBFKDJSHFJKDSHFLDJSK

ok this answers a lot of questions like: how did chuuya get infected in the first place when he's so strong, was he aware of what dazai was telling him etc. etc. and i dont think dazai told him to do any of this honestly

we have a lot more skk to go

but honestly how did everything end in 8 minutes? um.

aya-chan MVP??

TATSUMI-RYU STYLE KATA!

the divorce is happening in real-time guyz live slug reaction

plot twist: fukuzawa is the live slug LOL he's narrating himself?

oh he widened his eyes because.... he realised some truth?

oh mann when was that notebook here

WHEN DID THE OLD MAN GET THAT??!!?

um i don't rly get the fast switching between scenes brain can't process also fyodor looks even more like a wet rat now then ever but im a bit paranoid (obv sth is going to happen)

WHAT IS FYODOR SAYING why is he quoting jesus

ok i need to know what that help me note meant then

give me fyodor dead body and backstory not explosion :(((

why

rid the world of war??

i mean. i see the similarities between fyodor and fukuchi more clearly now

what device what 36 years?

okay askjdfhadslkjf so if world war III was going to start next year i should uh call dibs on bombing the whole world

who's going to start the world war then uh fyodor? wells? the UN?

DAZAI DONT TOUCH A DEAD BODY WITH UR BARE HANDS

I CAN'T WATCH

ok nothing happened for now sry am paranoid this is happening way too fast

can we have a nikolai fyodor backstory yet

side note i love your eyes nikolai

"I chose to make all of humanity a we" okay that defo sounds like the end of the world more than a world war does but let's hear him out

also um is poe seeing this

also watch the light symbolism

sldafhaksdjhfjks this really sounds like the end of the world i get it though it makes sense now the page is supposed to do that

LKDJHFDJKLS THE ANGST THE BREAKUP THE-

idk if this makes for a redemption arc

um

fyodor's plan? power dynamic study between fukuchi and fyodor

remember the two birds i

WAAAAAAA~

(side note: who was the one who prophesied the world war are we assuming this is true)

i also can't come to terms with the fact that fyodor is... dead? huh? just last ep dazai was dead now fyodor idk what to believe anymore and i'm sure that's the purpose of having the contrast..

but is fyodor really not able to control the happenings of the world idk there are too many openings

also what is poe seeing i wanna know

BREAKUP HAPPENING AT SUNSET!!

TERUKO DSJKFHDJKSLFHDSJKFHSLJKFHS DHSJFLKJSHFLJKDSHFJKLDHSFJKLHDLSFKJHDSJKLFS

i have no words

i thought fukuzawa was gonna not kill him and theres KJFHDKLSJHFJLSDK

okay not sure if people are blaming teruko but it's a fact that she has to be the one to do this i think more than anyone else

lets not forget that my fav has died at the hands of this man

and that teruko does also have a bond and a story with fukuchi so

double breakup i guess

...not the oda dazai parallels no.... i've only ever thought of this as a possible fuku mori plot but ;-;;;

i think it's important to the story that he wasn't beheaded but pierced through the heart because it was the way he killed off the prev characters as well

um. return jouno.

but also look at this scene is oda dazai + one teruko is such an interesting character

AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL SAD cuz i don't (f the UN scene is)

OKAY NOW I DO

this shot makes the breakup sadder

fukuzawa looks 50 years older...

CAN WE HAVE A MOMENT PLEASE

why is the next boss here

no thank you i don't want a fyodor backstory yet give me ada

whats that symbol

also he looks like um

mid-autumn festival and from a historical drama

is he here to take fyodor idk

is he the otoko fyodor was talking about

haha sskk moment akutagawa got a mask upgrade wheres the rest of ada

confusion

WAIT I FORGOT AKU WAS A VAMP TOO. <- was like ok here's the typical sskk fight scene ready for it. then had to stop and pause.

(does this mean jouno tachi the entire pm is back) i mean we got a frame with tecchou and kenji, wheres... my fav...

this is from a complete layman point of view but:

what is happening haha.

wheres jo-

NOBODY SPOIL ME I AM GOING TO WATCH BSD LIVEBLOGGING

[tinyidle]

hello i'm new here, can i request dom!shuhua punishing sub!soyeon and sub!yuqi with overstimulation and thigh riding for touching themselves without permission while she was out? please and thank you - ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ anon

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɴɪɴᴇ/ᴡᴇᴇᴋ ғᴏᴜʀ: ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 19тн 2022

Shuhua - Threesome ft. Jeon Soyeon + Song Yuqi

warning: smut, harddom!shuhua, sub!soyeon, sub!yuqi, rough s*x (punishment), degr*dation, r*gg*ng, dumb*f*cation, forced voy*urism, sadist!shuhua, overstim, thigh r*d*ng, all fiction ofc

hello, welcome to my blog! thanks for the request! you inspired me to write this in replacement of the idea i had that i was refusing to start on lol.

"so you two just cant keep your hands to yourselves?" the woman snarled.

the 'two' shuhua were taunting were none other than soyeon and yuqi. when soyeon and shuhua went on their movie dates, soyeon asked the maknae to dye her hair for their comeback. shuhua only agreed if there was one thing for her: for her to be in charge of the relationship with yuyeon. despite hesitating, the leader agreed.

ever since shuhua dyed her hair, however, she's been demanding and very dominating to the point where soyeon wanted to control her relationship with yuqi the way she wanted to. yuqi didn't want to upset the newly bleached haired woman, but ended up falling into the shorter's advances towards her. unfortunately for the both of them, shuhua caught them in the act. and she was getting her payback.

shuhua had yuqi on her gartered thigh while the taller orange-haired woman was completely nude (no pun intended); hands on yuqi's hips while gliding her gushing core on the pantyhose that shuhua wore. soyeon was pouting, legs wide open, hands bound behind her back. shuhua saw the restricted woman and faked concern.

"aww, is unnie sad that she cant get touched?" she faux pouted, all the while harshly rocking yuqi's hips on her thigh. "maybe next time wait for me before getting your slutty self off." yuqi was in a daze, her head thrown back while she let out little whines. shuhua smirked upon seeing the woman on her lap and the other woman watching the scene in front of her. yuqi's whines were only heightening in pitch before she screamed out.

"miss- wait miss!" yuqi tried to warn shuhua but to no avail. the taller couldn't hold it any longer. "im cumming!!" she cried out, and with that, shuhua's thigh was glossy with yuqi's essence. feeling a bit sadistic, shuhua forced yuqi to still ride her thigh, with yuqi whining in overstimulation until she collapsed on the younger's chest. "too much," she whispered, still slightly humping the leg from under her to somehow ease the numbing of her clit.

"please fuck me," soyeon quietly begged. her hips jolted up to catch shuhua fingers, gasping out loud when shuhua instantly slipped two fingers inside of her. "please, miss," soyeon pleaded even quieter.

after some pats to the back, shuhua lifted the spent woman and laid her on the bed. she now crawled to the untouched soyeon. her hands were still tied behind her back with her legs still spread, struggling to loosen up the binds that held her captive. her cunt was soaked from watching the action shuqi had earlier.

shuhua snickered as her hand went to soyeon's clit, rubbing it slowly. "you want to be in charge so bad, don't you unnie?" shuhua taunted as the shorter woman's breathing became heavy.

shuhua smiled upon hearing soyeon use her title. "there we go," the maknae teased. she slowly pumped her fingers in the shorter blonde while using her other hand to rub on her swollen clit. "keep calling me that and being under my control, and i promise that you'll get fucked all day."

♡。·˚˚· ·˚˚·。♡♡。·˚˚· ·˚˚·。♡♡。·˚˚· ·˚˚·。♡

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[hoodiewithhorns]

━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★

genre : hurt/comfort smut.

characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma

p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  

(please read the rules before requesting ty.)

▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲

different safewords used this time <3

- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 

sakusa 

word count : 1.4k

you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 

〜　☆

Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.

Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 

“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 

still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 

“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”

“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?

“answer me, right.now.”

“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 

“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.

 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 

feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 

“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 

you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.

“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”

“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 

sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.

too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.

“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 

“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.

“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.

he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.

you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.

“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”

“don’t be.”

he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..

..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.

He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks

“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”

you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”

he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.

“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.

“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”

“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”

needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.

kenma

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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 

but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.

No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.

he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.

walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.

taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.

he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.

“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.

“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 

“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.

your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.

but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 

“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.

he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 

he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.

“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 

“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.

“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 

“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.

“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 

your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.

“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 

he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 

“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 

“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.

He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 

“better my love?”

“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.

matsukawa 

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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 

that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 

he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  

now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  

“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 

“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.

growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 

“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.

kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.

he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 

“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 

“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.

“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.

“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.

“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.

he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.

“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.

“ i was just jealous..” he admits

“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 

“am i-i all you want sei?”

“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”

matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3

[caitimetravels]

she's insignificant

chapter 10: where you've gone

the umbrella academy x (fem) reader

disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.

warnings: none

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with a sigh, y/n stood. five was still writing away behind her on the walls non-stop. she didn't dare interrupt him, simply leaving. she would be back anyways. all she needed was a nice walk. 

as she wandered down the street with no destination in mind she spaced out, eyes trained on her feet. suddenly someone knocked her shoulder and brought her back to reality. she raised her head, hoping they weren't someone looking to start a fight or argue with her.

"y/n?" instead she was met with allison. her technically older sister seemed frustrated.

"allison? are you okay?" y/n's eyebrows furrowed, looking up at the curly haired woman. 

"yeah.. i think so" she frowned, "i'm worried about vanya. she won't listen to me but her boyfriend, whoever he is.. i think he's dangerous. i couldn't find anything about him-"

"you went searching for his records?" y/n pulled back in disbelief, "allison! you know vanya doesn't like-"

"i know, she already got angry with me" allison sighed, shaking her head.

"why would you do that?" y/n tilted her head up at her, eyes narrowing incredulously. "where are you even going?"

"well, i found his address. i was going to see if anything's weird.." she earned a disapproving look, "i can't just sit around and do nothing y/n! please, help me, for vanya?"

y/n's expression only darkened, "why are you trying to ruin one of the only good things in her life?! she deserves to be happy for once and im not going to help you take that away from her!" she begun to shout, freezing as she realised her powers were getting out of control in the middle of the street. "just.. leave them alone!" 

she took off, hoping to get away, she needed to get away.

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as the sweet melody came to soft halt y/n smiled up at her sister. vanya donned a similar grin, placing her violin down and joining y/n on the floor, cross legged and leaning back against her bed.

"one day, you're going to be amazing, v" y/n mumbled quietly, looking like she was in a slight daze, "more amazing than you are now.. you're going to be a famous violinist, i can see it now. 'vanya hargreeves, the world's best violinist'" 

vanya softly nudged her shoulder, shaking her head. "no way, the world? c'mon" 

"i'm serious!" y/n was adamant, sitting up straighter to see her better, "you're gonna be so cool! and everyone here is going to see you and say 'damn, wish i had seen how awesome our sister was back then' and you're going to have lots of fans!"

vanya snorted, shyly brushing her long hair to the side, "yeah, right"

".. you won't forget me when you're famous, right?" y/n leaned back against the bed to avoid direct eye contact, her voice was much softer now. "don't forget me.. okay?" she nervously side eyed her sister, trying to gauge her reaction.

"i could never" vanya shook her head, leaning into the h/c haired girl. both of them shared small content grins.

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as she walked upstairs to five's room she heard a commotion, hopefully he hadn't gotten into a fight with one of their siblings again, right?

wrong.

"put her down" five snarled, holding a gun up to luther who held dolores' body out the window. y/n grinned at the sight, highly amused. who would have thought luther would ever threaten someone? well, y'know excluding their missions.. but five nonetheless? she leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossing and waiting for them to sort out whatever issue she walked in on.

"put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today. i know she's important to you so don't make me do this" luther paused, waiting to see what five would do. "it's either her or the gun.. you decide"

eventually five did decide that dolores was more important and dropped the gun before spacial jumping to catch dolores before she could fall. not that much damage would have occurred to the mannequin anyways, maybe a few scratches.

"i can keep doing this all day" luther spoke triumphantly, now holding the gun at his side. y/n snorted, catching their attention.

"you're such children" both glared at her in response, "c'mon, surely you have a better plan than whatever ended up in this-" she gestured vaguely between them, "squabble"

"we did not squabble" five hissed, placing dolores down and straightening his jacket. "but yes, i do have a one other plan" 

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the three of them, five, luther and y/n, drove down an empty road before slowing to a stop. five unbuckled his seatbelt and sighed, looking around.

"you know, i never enjoyed it" he started and luther turned to him in confusion.

"what?"

"the killing. i mean i was- i was good at my work and i took pride in it but it never gave me pleasure" he took a deep breath, "i think it was all those years alone. solitude can do funny things to the mind"

"yeah well, you were gone for such a long time.. i only spent four years on the moon but that was more than enough. it's the being alone that breaks you" luther placed a hand on the briefcase, "you think they'll buy it?"

"well, what i do know is that they're desperate. it's like a cop losing his gun" he alluded, "if the commission finds out they'll be in deep shit, well not to mention that they'll be stuck here until they get it back"

"i should hold onto it" luther suggested, patting it with one hand.

"hm?" five's eyebrows furrowed,

"incase they make a move on you" he added to explain his point.

"okay, luther.. but be careful. i've lived a long life but.. you're still a young man, you've got your whole life ahead of you. don't waste it" y/n snorted and five turned to her, unamused.

"what?" they stared at each other for a moment before five shook his head, looking away with a small smile.

suddenly a car began to drive towards them and they all made to get out of the car. "here we go" five sighed again, he was doing that a lot, y/n realised.

the car continued to drive past them, stopping a few metres away.

"if this all goes sideways.. do me a favour and tell dolores i'm sorry" five turned to luther who nodded slowly.

as five walked away from them y/n leaned back against the car.

"i have a bad feeling about this" she nervously picked at her nails and luther frowned, looking over at her.

"why? what's wrong?"

"that.. i don't know yet" she looked down the road, "i just.. feel like something's off" she shook her head as five walked back, leaning next to her.

luther stepped forwards a bit, "what happens now?"

"now we wait" 

barely a moment later they heard the music of an ice cream truck. y/n squinted against the sun and wind, trying to work out who it was. she took a moment to focus, sensing klaus, diego and ben. uh oh.

as the car got closer luther turned to five, "is that her?"

"luther, you idiot" y/n shook her head, "it's klaus and diego" right on time klaus waved to them as they passed.

the two assassins begun shooting, thinking it was a set up and y/n raised her arms to cover her head as luther stepped in front of her and five to block any shots.

suddenly time stopped.. well, only for five.

he frowned down at y/n next to him, the girl cowering in on herself. he felt bad for bringing her into something like this but she was very persistent.

he slowly stepped under luther's arm, looking at everyone frozen in slight confusion.

"neat trick, isn't it?" a feminine voice called out behind him and he turned to face the woman he had asked to see. the handler. she stared at him, pulling the veil over her face up and onto her hat instead before pulling her sunglasses off.

"hello, five" she smiled, "you look good.. all things considered" she softly gestured to all of him.

"it's good to see you again" he nodded back,

"feels like we met just yesterday, 'course you were a little bit older then" she teased, "congratulations on the age regression, by the way. very clever, threw us all off the scent"

"ah, well, i wish i could take credit" five shrugged, looking away. "i just miscalculated the time dilation of projections and.. well, you know, here i am" his gaze met hers once again, throwing his hands up before putting them back in his pockets, casually.

"you realise your efforts are futile" the handler shifted so that her briefcase was behind her, "so, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"i want you to put a stop to it" five moved his own hands behind his back. 

"you realise what you're asking for is next to impossible even for me" she shook her head, "what's meant to be is meant to be. that's our raison d'etre" 

"yeah?" five smiled sarcastically, pulling a gun from his shorts "well how about survival as a raison?" 

"i'll just be replaced, i am but a small cog in a machine" the handler waved it off, ignoring the gun pointing straight at her heart. "this fantasy you've been nurturing about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is just that.. a fantasy. i must say though, we'll quite impressed with your initiative, your stick-to-it-tiveness, really quite- quite something. which is why we want to offer you, a new position back at the commission, in management" the handler held a hand up, smiling like her offer was an obvious choice.

"sorry what's that now?" five scoffed as she stepped closer, hand tightening on the gun.

"come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong" 

"well, it didn't work out too well the last time" he glared up at her, not liking the persistence.

"oh but you wouldn't be in the correction department any longer, i'm talking about the home office, you'd have the best health and pension and an end to this ceaseless travel" she laughed freely, "you're a distinguished professional in.. school boy shorts. we have the technology to reverse the process. i mean you- you can't be happy like this" she slowly pushed his gun down, stepping ever closer.

"i'm not looking for happy" he spat through gritted teeth.

the handler only tilted her head, eyeing him carefully before raising a hand to stroke his cheek, "we're all looking for happy. we can make that happen, we can make you.. yourself again"

five huffed a laugh, gesturing to his siblings. "what about my family?"

"what about them?" the handler raised an eyebrow, acting like she didn't already know he intended to save them.

"i want them to survive" 

the handler took in a deep breath, taking in the sight of luther protecting y/n who was still crouching against the car as well as diego and klaus who were in the middle of crashing the ice cream truck.

"all of them?" 

"yes, all of them" he narrowed his eyes at her,

the handler gave him a small smirk, moving towards the recoiled girl. five watched carefully, waiting to see what she would do.

"it's such a shame.. she would have done well with us. if only we could take her too" she reached a hand out, about to touch her but five moved first, spacial jumping in front of her and grabbing her hand. he held her away from y/n.

"don't touch her" he snarled, unmoving from his protective stance. 

"my my, five, i didn't expect such protectiveness from you" the handler merely smirked, stepping away. as they walked back she once again proposed her deal.

"well" the handler begun, reaching a hand into her pocket and pulling out her sunglasses before putting them back on her face. "i'll see what i can do from them.. do we have a deal?" she reached a hand out to him, awaiting his acceptance. he merely stared at her hand before sighing,

"one thing" five stepped back, putting his gun in his shorts again. he walked over to hazel's gun on the floor, taking out the ammunition and chucking it on one side of the road before chucking the rest of the gun to the other. he turned and walked back, noticing the bullet headed towards luther and y/n. he frowned, using his pointer finger and thumb to move it over so that it would hit the car instead of them.

as soon as he shook her outstretched hand they disappeared and time was restored.

y/n shivered, ignoring the bullet hitting the car next to her and the way her siblings scrambled around to get away quick. she allowed herself to be shoved into the car with klaus and diego, spaced out.

"you alright?" diego turned to her while klaus stuck the middle finger up at hazel and cha cha. 

"i felt someone else.. it was only for a moment but i felt someone.." she spoke solemnly, staring at her shaking hands. "and then five just.. disappeared"

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