#something something an exterior so perfectly cultivated hes not sure what’s left inside

[sunnnfish]

Hanzawa masato’s life is not sad. He has perfect grades, a put together family, close loving friends, a great track record and resume. He’s not too poor nor too rich, not too reserved nor too out there, and he’s in perfect of health as he can be. Compared to his friends and family he’s normal. No detrimental mental illness no unusual circumstances. Eccentricities aside, he’s the normal one, and hanzawa masato’s life is not sad.

Hanzawa masato knows everyone else’s problems. Why not add being a therapist on top of his many duties. Giver of advice, taker of none, no one knows Masato’s problems. He doesn’t have any—he’s normal of course. He doesn’t complain because there’s nothing to complain about. The pressure he feels from his mother isn’t a problem. His worries about his brothers isn’t a problem. His worries about his friends isn’t a problem. His constant duties and obligations isn’t a problem. That twisting feeling in his gut isn’t a problem. His inability to say no isn’t a problem. His uncertainty in the future isn’t a problem. His lack of anyone to confide in isn’t a problem. He’s a therapist now, he can counsel himself just fine. Not that he needs counseling.

[megan-is-mia]

Hi! Is it okay if I request a poly Pomefiore nsfw oneshot with the prompt starter 103- “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.”

Thank you!

(Hopefully, this will make you happy despite how late it is >_<) 103. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this.” (Yandere! Pomefiore Dorm x Fem! S/o) (Warning NON-CON AND NSFW AHEAD)

(Y/n) had always been an early riser, ever since she was a child she’d been that way. Since coming to Night Raven College and being sorted into Pomefiore that had not changed. While others rolled out of bed and tamed their bedhead into a presentable coiffure before greeting the day, she’d spend the hour of the sun’s rising just basking in its splendor. Yet today was one of the few times she despised her early-rising nature. For by waking up she had returned to the horrifying nightmare that was her reality. 

She was aware that she was considered a beauty, even among her fellow Pomefiore students where good-looks are almost a requirement to be in the dorm she was considered to be far above-average. Such good looks might have made another soul happy or greedy but not her, for paired with her fair features were a reclusive mind and timid heart that made that gift of beauty a curse. (Y/n)’s  discomfort with dealing with people was half the reason she’d become an early bird as to avoid the conflict before it began. Yet how could she avoid conflict when the place she’d awoken would bring her nothing but conflict? How could (Y/n) hope to continue her life of trying to blend in when people were sure to ask questions at breakfast? Try as she might she couldn't think of a way to explain why she had slept in the dormhead’s bed instead of her own. Yes, that’s where dawn was greeting her. From the unfamiliar warmth and comfort of Vil Schoenheit’s bed as the male in question continued to sleep seemingly undisturbed by her distress. It shouldn’t have been possible for things to be worse, but somehow they were. For it wasn’t just the beautiful boy with his blonde hair that turned lavender at the ends that kept her company but two additional bodies that ensured she wouldn't move a muscle while they slept on.  If (Y/n) turned her head she could see the vice-dormhead Rook Hunt snoring peacefully with his arm wrapped loosely around her waist, his breath ruffling her hair as he breathed in and out.

As for the third occupant nestled snugly in the bed… It took (Y/n) a few moments to recognize the first-year who’s taken the liberty of using her chest as a pillow in his sleep. In her defense, Epel Felmier was basically a stranger to her. The one time they’d spoken being when she’d tried to turn him down gently a few weeks back. After that awkward encounter where she’d had to tell him she wasn’t interested, she’d been making more of an effort to try and blend in with the masses. So why was she here? And why… did her lower body feel so numb? Her head throbbed when she tried to think about it and she let out a small groan of pain as she did so. The moment the sound left her lips, the arm around her waist tightened as Rook let out a yawn. She felt his mouth press against the nape of her neck to place a kiss before he buried his nose into her hair with a contented sigh. “Good morning (Y/n)” the green-eyed male purred softly, his voice still rough from sleep and made her shiver in disgust. (Y/n) imagined that if she were to speak her voice would sound even rougher than his. considering all the screaming she’d done the night before. Yes, despite the pounding headache she had, the memories of the night before were beginning to make their way back to her. How she’d felt unusually tired after dinner, how she’d woken up with her hands cuffed above her head. She’d called out desperately hoping that someone would hear her plea and come to her rescue. Oh her pleas were heard alright, heard by the very souls who’d put her in this situation. She did not remember what exactly they’d said to her in the moment. Yet one phrase from Vil came back to her loud and clear as when it had been first uttered. “You’re so beautiful, chained up like that on my bed. I think I might just fuck you like this” the blonde had growled out, his perfectly cultivated appearance and personality torn away to reveal a man utterly consumed by lovesickness. Epel would have been the first one on her had he not been held back by Rook who reminded him playfully to respect his elders. The first-year had retorted back that it wasn’t fair for him to have to wait when he’d been pining the hardest and been the only one formally rejected by (Y/n). Still, he’d acquiesced to the matter, standing with crossed arms as he watched Vil run his hands over the girl, muttering a mix of criticisms and compliments as he went lower and lower. The entire time the young woman’s only contributions had been pleas for them to stop, for them to let her go, for them to act like nothing had ever happened. All these requests had been met with callous laughter and condescending platitudes. After Vil had completed his overview of (Y/n) he gestured to the other two men to come join him on the bed. Now instead of one set of roaming hands on her body, there were three: pinching, squeezing, petting, and stroking. It was all so overwhelming; one moment she was struggling to keep her legs closed so her pants couldn't be removed, the next she was naked as a newborn babe with her legs thrown over Rook’s shoulders as he ate her out. When she tried to protest again, Vil’s lips were pressed against hers as he shoved his tongue down her throat. As for her bust… well it seemed Epel seemed to be quite interested in that part of her if the fact he was suckling greedily on one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers. Why it’s a wonder she was able to resist cumming for so long with all the stimuli she was being barraged with. So when she lost it, she lost it hard. Moaning into Vil’s mouth arching up into Epel’s touch, and drenching Rook’s face with her juices. Yet the man had kept going, tongue fucking her ever though she was already overstimulated to give the other two men a chance to undress and jerk themselves off to full-hardness. (Y/n) was on the cusp of a second orgasm when Rook pulled back and Vil took his spot between her legs. She’d whimpered when Vil had pressed his cock against her dripping entrance but hadn’t been able to stop him from sinking into her with a soft growl. Nor had (Y/n) been able to stop Epel from prying her mouth open so he could stuff her throat with his dick. A few moments later she felt something prodding at her already stretched-out cunt as Rook eased his cock in beside the other blonde’s with a low groan. She would have tried to protest this move, had she been able to speak that is. Wasting no time, all three men began fucking her with reckless abandon. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire, and her eyes rolled back in her skull as she was fucked senseless. And their stamina, dear lord their stamina. The three must have taken some kind of recovering potion ahead of time in order to keep going when she was nothing more than a limp noodle from overstimulation from her fourth orgasm in rapid suggestion. (Y/n) was already half-unconscious when they’d all finally had their fill of her. Epel forced her to swallow his load as Rook and Vil pulled out of her to watch their cum drip out of her well-fucked cunt with rapt attention. Eventually (Y/n)’s   wrists were released from their bindings and kisses were pressed against the skin that had been rubbed raw from her struggles. Someone, she wasn’t sure who used a damp towel to clean her up before she was helped under the covers and felt arms wrap around her body as the three males got comfortable beside her. (Y/n) wanted to try and stay awake so she could have the chance to escape, but she was truly too weary for that and fell asleep after only a few minutes of laying there. Which then of course brought her back to the now of this morning. The now, where she had a blonde hunter speaking sweet-nothings into her ear as the first-year beside her pressed his face more insistently into her bosom and the dormhead slumbered on totally unaware of the situation at hand. She let out a deep sigh, slightly displacing Epel with the moment so he lifted his head from her chest with a sleepy expression. He stared at her with big, innocent-looking eyes. If this had been the first time she’d seen such a face (Y/n) might have been inclined to stroke his cheek and coo. However, she now knew too well what horrors hide under the pretty exterior. “Heya (Y/n)” he said his words slurred as he let his face fall back into place in her cleavage with a soft yawn. “Bonjour Monsieur Crabapple” Rook said, lifting his hand from (Y/n)’s waist in order to ruffle Epel’s hair affectionately, even as the younger boy let out a whine of protest at the gesture. If she hadn’t been scared out of her mind, the young woman might have tried to shush them so they wouldn’t wake Vil up yet. Everytime she closed her eyes she saw his depraved expression in her mind and she wasn’t sure she had the willpower to deal with that sight yet. Too bad that choice wasn’t up to her, as the male in question let out a yawn and stretched his arms over his head before turning his head her way with one beautiful violet eye open to gaze at her. Whatever he saw, seemed to please the young man as his mouth curled into a smile as he leaned in to kiss her forehead. (Y/n) forced herself not to recoil at the kiss, despite how much she wanted to. Vil’s expression was so sickly sweet that it made her stomach tie itself up in anxious knots. “Morning my darling” Vil said, before pressing a second kiss to the girl’s forehead. The pet name only made her insides twist-up tighter. (Y/n) could feel the panic she’d been repressing since she woke up finally got to her. As her heart began to thump wildly and her body quivered like a leaf in the wind with fresh tears forming in the corners of her eyes. If she thought such a display wouldn't faze the boys she was wrong as it only put them all on high alarm and fussing over her.  She could feel her grip on the waking world begin to fade as her vision blurred and she passed out amidst frantically shaking and worried words from the three males. (Y/n) would have to face reality sooner or later, but it didn’t have to be now. Now she could drift through her own personal dream world for a few more hours of peaceful, blissful ignorance before she would be forced to start adjusting to being the trophy-girlfriend to the trio of insatiable men who’d ruin her life otherwise… THE END

[southernxwolf]

Just a Checkup | Q&J

What: Jason hits his head working on a car and goes to Qhuinn to get it checked out. Talk inevitably turns to Clay and how she’s doing, but they reach a temporary understanding.

Where: The clinic

When: Roughly two weeks ago?

TW’s: Death and anxiety/depression mentions

@professor-shaw

Jason: Jason Shaw hadn't wanted to be here in the first place but when he showed up with a slight concussion in his head, none of his convincing had worked against his co-workers. It had just been an accident...the end result of bumping his head against the running board of a car and yes, he was fine...so why on earth was he in the hospital for that? He had other things to get to. Letting out a nervous exhale, the human rubbed lightly against the gauze on the corner of his forehead and kept on waiting for his name to be called..not even daring to look around. It was somewhen between his doing that and wanting to reach for his phone, that..the blessed moment came. "...qhuinn?" Jace frowned, glancing up with a slightly unsure look on his face...not knowing how to feel about ..her or anything, really. But that would just be his luck. He stood up after a moment, swallowing and nodded at her instruction and joined her in the nurse's office, leaving his jacket in one of them pegs.. "It's nothin' I promise. I just..don't know what I was thinkin' and..hit my head."

Qhuinn: Seeing Jason at the clinic would have been cause for concern on a normal day. Her friend wasn't typically the careless or accident-prone type, much unlike herself. So it must have been pretty serious for him to be there. Of course, that wasn't the only thing on Qhuinn's mind as she looked over his chart with a small sigh. Admittedly, she had been avoiding him. Surely he knew about Clay by now, and she didn't think that she could stand to see the accusation, pity, sadness, etc. in those clear green eyes. But she couldn't side-step him forever. It was stupid, it wasn't them. And she missed him like iced coffee on a hot island day. So the wolf put on her best smile, straightening her Gryffindor print scrubs as she looked with obvious worry at his handsome face. "Hmm..I'll be the judge of that. What happened? Someone try to take the last piece of pie from you?" She teased, leaning in to gently kiss his cheek.

Jason: "Had an accident. At the auto-repair." Jason managed a faint smile at her words, hesitant to lean into the kiss at first..like he normally would, and glanced down at his hands, clasped in the middle. It was just so easy to forget that something was not quite right around her or that this was the first time he had seen her in..what? days? If that wasn't alarming enough, he didn't know what was. Shifting slowly, he let out a slight groan at the removal of the gauze and bit his lip, lest that he should say something he didn't want to say and waited patiently as she turned to her medical supplies...watching. "You've been okay?"

Qhuinn: His hesitating, and the emotions that came with it, nearly broke through the façade that Qhuinn had tried as hard as she could to cultivate in the past few weeks. It didn't stop her from nuzzling into him though, breathing in that familiar scent that was a comforting to her as Quinten's. The scent of blood and feeling of pain soon distracted her in a good way, giving her a purpose. "I missed you" She started, as Jason spoke at the same time. Chuckling softly, the wolf pulled on a pair of gloves and got busy cleaning the dried blood from his cut. "Yeah, pretty much. Just a little tired. That last spell really threw me. Took a bit longer to recover this time" She explained. Who would have thought there would be a time when she would be grateful for one of the island's crap shows, even if only as an excuse for her mood?

Jason: "Pretty much?" Jason huffed in disbelief, soft..still, just honestly caught a little bit off guard by the natural ease in her voice. Like they were only two friends..who'd gone a couple of days without talking and had no clue about ..well, that other thing. Perhaps it just scared him how good she was getting at putting up an act that he'd sounded questioning without intending it to, one of his hands reaching across to still the movement of hers..and hopefully land a good look into her eyes.. "..you know I can't stand it when you're not honest with me. I mean-- we're supposed to tell each other everythin'..right?" Jace added, bothered.. "We're supposed to be there for eachother..and I can't help but feel you've kept me out. I need to know why."

Qhuinn: Qhuinn just blinked at his words in tone, her perfectly set neutral expression giving away none of the turmoil that she felt inside. And it couldn't. She felt beyond guilty for not opening up to Jason or Quinten, or anyone but Lexi. But it was her only way of holding herself together. If she opened up more, even just a little, she felt as if she were going to break beyond repair. "I don't know what you mean" She insisted, smile tight and eyes vacant as she continued her work. "I'm here Jason. I'm always here. I barely left the island all summer, which is why I'm probably so worn out too. You can reach out and come and see me whenever you want too" Qhuinn pointed out, side-stepping the real issue with an ease of someone used to such a thing. "Ow..you did knock yourself a good one. What were you doing?"

Jason: Being met with such an unfaced exterior gave Jason a little bit of..a deja vú, practically reminded of the way Layla looked at him herself these days right then and there. It was a difficult thing to be on the opposite end of and for some reason, it upset him more than he ever planned on..his eyes projecting some of it to the she-wolf. "Really? You don't..?" he whispered, shifting away from her touch for a second to hopefully grip her attention and separate her from what was distracting her, even if it was taking care of him and the big concussion on his head. He just grabbed her hand and slowly released it into a gentle hold, "I don't think it matters what I was doin'...I know you know about Clay, Qhuinn..and the last thing I want to do is burden you, but I can't be forced to pretend it's all good around you.." His tone was commanding, a little bit angry..but understanding to an extent, "..why wouldn't you tell me..? Why does everybody just push me away from this...?"

Qhuinn: Wow... There really were varying levels of guilt. Just when Qhuinn thought that she couldn't feel lower about herself or worse about what she was doing to the two most important people in her life, she found out that she damn well could. And if Jason felt this bad..what was Quinten thinking? Was she going to cause the end of their relationship? Crossing her arms, the small wolf squared her shoulders and faced the well-deserved onslaught of what her behavior had caused. She'd hurt him, badly. And whatever her reasoning for it was, there was no excuse. But that didn't cause her to let down her walls; not even for him. She couldn't. Jason moving from her touch had the effect that she assumed he'd desired, and Qhuinn looked up, blinking a little in surprise. Then he said those words, said his name. And all she wanted to do was drop everything and throw herself against that sturdy chest as she cried. Screamed. Let out all of the grief and anger she continued to bottle up. But she couldn't. Because she was scared that she would never stop. "I'm sorry. Jason..I am so truly sorry. You know that's not me..you know me. But I couldn't. I..." Her resolve began to crumble then, eyes flashing ice blue as her lips trembled. "I can't. I can't" Qhuinn repeated, shaking her head. "Let me see about your head. Please."

Jason: Jason tried to swallow the pressure building in his chest, ease the tension on his shoulders somehow, but it was harder than he thought, his eyes capturing the way hers flickered for a second. That's when he knew that she was holding back, possibly ten times what she was choosing to show him, and that in itself worked to shut him up..for now, "..it's okay." he shook his head too, squeezing at the hand, "..I just..wish you would let me be there for ya..now, two weeks ago..I don't know.." The hurt was still very much there but it was slowly being replaced by worry..growing even as he agreed to let her continue taking care of his cut.. If she was not talking about this, he thought, then..how on earth was she..dealing? This couldn't be healthy...

 Qhuinn: Could she do it, Qhuinn thought, as she looked into that familiar face that she adored so deeply. Could she let herself go, knowing that he and Quinten would pick her back up again? The small wolf looked into those earnest eyes...and for the second time in their relationship, backed out of telling him the truth. She was a fucking coward, and a terrible friend and girlfriend. But she just couldn't do it. At least not yet. So Qhuinn simply nodded sadly, a thin shoulder rising and falling in a shrug. "You are here, Quint too. I know you both are. But I can't Jason, and..I'm sorry. I'm sorry" Icy eyes met emerald as she allowed him to fully look at her, silently pleading for his understanding. They could nearly read each others minds at times, and she was depending on just that. With nothing more to say, she continued to tend to his head. "How's Indy doing?" And with that, the door to the Clay thing was slammed shut. For now.

Jason: Jace would have kept holding her hand for as long he could, hopefully letting her know that while upset, he was still there for her, no matter what happened. It just was so surreal to see how vacant she had become..how unlike herself, but he knew he couldn't possibly get her to confess all of what she had been feeling. Not if it was at the risk of loosing her.. So, yes..he shook his head at it and summoned a faint smile, "I know." he said, reading her perfectly fine before feeling those fingers dabbing into his wound again, reaping the occasional hiss from his lips. "..he's doin' fine. Better than he was a couple of weeks ago..but uh, the doctors said it'd be a slow process." At least, he thought, he was capable of running a bit. "..how's my head?"

Qhuinn: He had to let go. If he didn't soon, Qhuinn was going to lose her already fragile grip on her emotions. And herself. Keep it together, you can do this.., Qhuinn told herself, relief visibly flooding her body when Jason indeed read her as well as she knew he would. That 'I know', the two simple words that said so much more, was all Qhuinn needed to hear. "Thank you.." She whispered, glad to turn her attention back to his injuries, and Indy. "That's good. He's a trooper, like his Daddy" She smiled tightly. "He's going to make it through just fine. I'll make him another batch of treats, he likes the peanut butter ones, right?" Qhuinn struggled a bit at first, but soon had her voice sounding almost normal to her own ears. At the question, she gave a thoughtful hum. "I think you'll survive. May have a concussion though..hold on." The small nurse finished patching up the wound, then washed her hands and approached Jason again with a penlight. "Need to check your pupils. Look at me.."

Jason: Jason smiled at the thought of Indy being just like she described and felt a slight wave of reassurance at the offers being made, thinking that they sounded just like his friend..even if for just a fraction. "..yeah, about that..do you think you can double the treats? Just..make the second batch slightly more suitable for humans..?" He was sure the dog ones were just as tasty, given by the sole fact she had been the one to make them, but perhaps it was best to be on the safer side. As she gave him her take on his little concussion, he parted his legs slightly and tilted his head up..doing as told whilst taking a second look at her.  Suddenly, despite not forgetting about the elephant in the room, Shaw just felt the need to just..talk to her, and let his lips part softly.."..I've been thinkin' about moving houses.."

Qhuinn: Qhuinn had to laugh at the request, shaking her dark head. It was just so normal, so Jason, that it almost made her feel like everything was going to work out and that she could keep up her charade. "I think that I can manage that. It's fall now too, apple pie season. Maybe I can sneak a few of those in as well" She actually gave a genuine smile at that, thinking of the cute little fall and Halloween shapes that she could use for Indy's treats. Good to know that there was still some joy left in here. When Jason's legs parted, Qhuinn couldn't help but take the invitation, moving as much between them as she could while still being able to examine his eyes. Touching his chin gently, she kept his head still while shining the light into his eyes. Yep..pupils were slightly dilated. "Okay, follow my finger" Qhuinn murmured, stepping back slightly and moving a small finger before Jason's face. She watched the movements of his eyes, brows arching slightly at the statement. "Really? What ah..what does Layla think of that? And Lex?"

Jason: Even in a concussion-like state, Shaw's eyes still lit up momentarily at the addition of pie to the list..indicating he was not as far gone as one might've had it, and he smiled, letting her know he was keen to her decision. "..you're the best." he mumbled, sounding only a bit off this time. It was a relief to see that somehow all of what had happened had not made her forget how to laugh..it meant that there was hope..somehow. And he made himself promise right there and there he would find a way to piece the pieces back together, no matter how long it took. Allowing her light touch to tilt his face up further, the human tried to follow the finger best as he could, hearing her question with pressed lips. "..yeah--see, they don't know. But it's been makin' me feel quite stuck for a while now..and after all that's happened..I might need a new chapter. Much as it hurts.." he managed, "I don't know that there's much hope in either of those fronts right now."

Qhuinn: Well that was a good sign, Qhuinn thought with a chuckle, as Jason's eyes flared as she figured they would when she said the 'P' word. "I know" She laughed shortly, though the sound was just as off as his own voice. They were trying, no one could say that they weren't. But it was a strain that Qhuinn hoped was only temporary. Their relationship was one of the few constants that she had left in her life right now. A small frown creased the wolf's face as she watched the off-kilter movements of Jason's eyes. Yep..a concussion for sure. And the stubborn jackass had probably driven himself over here. "Well, you do have a slight concussion, and I want to do some liquid stitches on that cut. But I think you'll live" Qhuinn smiled lightly, kissing a clean spot on his forehead as he spoke, nodding. "I can understand that. And, for what it's worth..I think that it's a great idea. You've needed this for a while now. You need something that's just yours. And something that happens to be nearby a certain wolf and angel's own houses..but that should go without saying"

Jason: Jason let out another one of those grunts past his tight lips and frowned lightly, shifting his head back to its natural position when she withdrew her touch. "I can do with some stitches.." he nodded, feeling his eyes flutter closed for a second at that kiss. Such being a natural reaction with her always. And it felt good..to hear her approve of his idea, knowing he had been struggling with making his decision for as long as he had, debating whether he could part ways with his man cave there..that back yard, those rooms.. it had even got him teary eyed at some point, but it needed to be done. "..would you help me look? If I'm doin' this...it needs to be perfect--and I can't do this without you." Jace said, turning his words into a soft plea --a promise that she would take care of herself to be there.

Qhuinn: "I can do regular stitches if you'd rather. Add to your whole baddass image and all. Maybe even add an eye patch" Qhuinn joked with a small smirk. As she leaned in for the soft kiss to his forehead, she couldn't help but linger there to breath in his scent once again. "I really did miss you Jason.. I can't seem to stay away from you for very long, no matter the reason. Guess you're never gonna shake me, huh?" Qhuinn chuckled a bit, smoothing back his sandy hair before getting what she needed for the stitches. She turned just in time for his question..and to hear that tone in his voice and the look in his eyes. Like she could ever say no to that.. "You know I will, you don't even need to ask" She replied, in a small whisper. "Just let me know when you're ready, and I'm there. I'm still here Jace..I'm always still here" Qhuinn assured him, moving to his side again. "So what's it gonna be? Liquid, or the old needle and thread?"

Jason: "Are they gonna make me heal better?" Jace wondered aloud, having to roll his eyes playfully at her little eye-patch comment even as she leaned over to press her soft lips against his forehead. It was sweet..and he did breathe in her scent as much as she did his, feeling a wave of relief at the next few words to come out of the she-wolf. "...I missed you too.." And he hoped that he never did shake her.. "I'm here too, sweetheart..and I ain't goin' nowhere, you know that too..right?" Relaxing back against that medical bed, Jace pressed his back up against the wall and seemed to breathe with a lot more ease. Maybe he was ready, after all.. "Whatever you want."

Qhuinn: "They'll do about the same. The liquid stitches are just more convenient, especially for active people. I always suggest them first, unless the cut is too deep" Qhuinn explained, grinning lightly at his eye-roll. Maybe they really could do this, carry on as normal as possible until she was ready for more. Though even as the though occurred to her, she knew that it wasn't possible. Even now, her body nearly itched to get away, to shift and release the pain and rage that their conversation had caused. Not that she would ever let that on. At his words, Qhuinn simply stared back with gray eyes that had already dulled again. "I thought that he was never going anywhere either. But yeah..I know baby. And I love you all the more for saying it" Another tight smile, then the gloves were on again. "Alright, liquid it is"