#thought about this because I just got a scar on my left index finger from Dremeling myself at work

[canyoufoldbooksintowords]

I think there are few experiences more human than a group of people sharing different scars on their body. Do you guys know what I'm talking about? Try going "so I have this one scar from-" and most people will join in and jump at the opportunity to show off their own "oh I have this one from when-" I don't know why it's so wholesome to me but every time it happens I go. Yeah. This is right

[strangelockd]

Fic Request: Stephen x Female Reader, Birthday blues but then Stephen makes it better with a kiss

18+ ONLY CONTAIN HEAVY FILTH & SMUTT

Pairing: Armani!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: This is the Sequel to Caught In The Web

Stephen finally gets his long awaited payback for what you put him through

Word Count: 1.9 K

Warnings: Daddy Kink, BDSM, Bondage Kink, Praise kink, Mutual Love, Oral Female Receiving.

A/N: Oh I got your request covered boo! This took so long to make but here you go you heathens!!! Im sorry for the delay!

“Don’t give me that look sweetheart, you knew this was coming eventually”

Of course, you knew you just had no idea how fast it would catch up with you. It was your birthday, and you thought your boyfriend made plans with reservations for a romantic dinner. But apparently Stephen had other ideas in mind, instead his plan was you tied to the bed all hot and bothered. His orange magic rope tied around your wrists spreading you out, leaving your naked form completely exposed at his mercy. All because of a sinful temptation of you fulfilling a desire…

Eyeing up and down your form he could hear you whimpering, his voice was hungry and spoke with heady desire, “The only question that remains is what to do to you first” 

His black dress shoes echoed off the dark wooden floorboards as Stephen continued pacing back and forth at the foot of the grand four poster bed. Feeling your heart race your eyes followed stephen as the low light from the evening sun casted long shadows off your man upon the dark floor. Rolling up the sleeves of his white Armani dress shirt; the soft texture of the fabric hugged his perfect frame just right; he looked damn fine. The dexterousness of his scarred fingers began rolling the sleeves glacially upward as you put on an adorable pout. Watching his taut forearms flex with every movement he made left you a whimpering horny mess. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he was savoring every delicious minute of it.

Thrashing your wrists moaning out, “But this isn’t fair babe, you strutting around in that suit looking like walking sex. Beside what about our evening plans,” batting your eyelashes you stayed fixated on Stephen; clearly it wasn’t going to work this time. Crawling up the bed you could feel his weight shifting the mattress as his muscular form towered over you. He bit your bottom lip releasing a grunt; placing a soft kiss taming the sting as he pulled a whispers breath away with a smile. His thumb caressing your temple as his blue eyes looked into yours with pure admiration.

“Patience my love…patience”

 Despite his pride he always put you above everything, but for now the dinner can wait for some other time because he wanted to worship you tonight.

Taking his thumb and index finger, he grabbed your chin locking your gaze. His eyes suddenly turning mischievous as his baritone voice dropped an octave, “But who said I was going to play fair? Was it fair of you to leave me completely strung up with my hard cock in your mouth taking advantage of me? Your all mine, and its time for daddy to give a little payback. I want you all for myself tonight.” His finger lightly brushed your lower lip as he leaned in whispering into your ear, “I know its your special day but as a man once said, the bill comes due.” Taking advantage of the situation he bit your earlobe; that alone was enough to send you spiraling.

Craning his head down your neckline, the soft moans emitting from your lips made his throat release a pleased hum. The vibrations from his mouth against your tender skin always left your pussy throbbing aching for release. It only fueled the urge to reach for his hair, this desire to tug at the silken strands proven a utter failure that snapped you back to reality of the glowing orange rope tugging tighter on your wrists.  

Stephen eyed at your desperate expression; making him chuckle deeper as he took his thumb and index fingers to gently pinch your nipples. Twisting the taut buds made sharp moans ripple from your lips, needless to say it echoed across the empty sanctum. A satisfied chuckle erupted from Stephen’s chest as he lowered his face between the valley of your breast placing a soft kiss over your heart. The scruff texture of his goatee tickled your nipple as he took his lips, locking them around the velvet bud he sucked on your flesh making them more tender. 

 Hearing praises from your lips encouraged Stephen to treat his mouth to the other side. Flicking his tongue ever so slightly over your nipple in circular motions made your back arch higher off the bed. To Stephen your skin always tasted divine.

“Ahhhh!” You groaned as he continued his work. 

 Eyeing your reaction, he took it as an invitation to bite slightly harder that made another hiss like groan to leave your mouth. Stephen was moaning with pleasure at this point while he slid up your body feeling his hardened erection under his trousers that pressed against your tender flesh, he brought his lips to the shell of your ear. His breath warm against your skin making your hair prickle as he whispered, “I’m going to give the gift of me mouth fucking your delicious pussy,” he lightly nibbled on your earlobe making you sharply gasp in pleasure. You always loved Stephen’s cock inside you, but nothing compares when he eats you out. You couldn’t get enough of each other.

 He continued trailing bite marks along your petal soft neckline, despite nobody seeing the purple blooms on your flesh, he still wanted you to know you were his. Any chance of an open opportunity and he was marking your flesh.    

Stephen’s goatee once again tickled your collarbone leaving red patches along your soft flesh, the hairs on your neck stood up as you felt a flutter in your stomach. An inner fire that made you more and more aroused. 

Cadging your head with his strong arms once more, he tilted downward delivering slow kisses. Pulling away to nuzzle your nose, noticing the deeper redden flush of your lips made him pleased. 

Every sense was on high alert as he continued his kisses down your torso.  His lustful blue eyes glowing brighter under the dim light as he rose upward onto his knees. You couldn’t help but drool; watching as your man use his dexterous fingers to undo the tie. Not the normal way; but his magic to remove the tie. Tossing it on you, the textured fabric tickled your already sensitive skin. 

Releasing a huff, you nudged the tie off your face lowering your gaze, your voice becoming stern, “You’re not helping Stephen Strange.”

Returning his slender fingers back to his neckline, he popped each small black button moving ever so slowly downward. Threading his fingers to shed the dress shirt finally exposing his perfect chest. It left you practically purring, your pussy was practically drenched at this point. 

It rendered you speechless, so much so that all you could comprehend to make out where groans as he tossed the shirt on the ground. Leaning forward to thread his fingers through the tossed tie he looked into your eyes asking with a semi-serious tone, “do you trust me?” Nodding your head quickly Stephen wrapped the black tie around your head covering your vision completely. Parting your legs wider with his knees, he noticed your breathing becoming heavier as slid down between your thighs. Heat radiated off your soft skin as his face lined up with your center. Tilting his head, Stephen placed delicate kisses upon your inner thighs in a guide to ease your tension. 

Tracing them lightly he coaxed softly, “Relax babe”

Feeling your legs ease he kissed your mound with a delicate hum as he breathed in your scent.

Trailing his hands up he delicately traced your outer labia with his slender calloused fingers his touch was inviting, the sensation alone was enough to make your hips buck. Groaning from his touch made you crave more, some…any form of a release. His long slender hand cupped your mound as he curled his two fingers in and out of your wet center. A pleasurable moan bursted out of you as stephen kept firmly pumping in and out of you, savoring your velvet center as you chased your first climax.

“That’s right come for me,” he begged heavily.

Feeling a warmth in your core you arched your back in ecstasy as you came undone. Pulling out gently his fingers were coated in your moist arousal as he brought them to his mouth to taste, his nose breathing in your scent he purred, “fuck you taste divine” 

Rolling himself off the bed slowly he sauntered in front of the nightstand, your head shifted with the sound as he pulled out a small bright pink vibrator.  

Closing the shelf gently with two fingers Stephen returned the position on top of you, all you could make out was the sound if something small. 

The moment of realization hit once he brought it up lightly to kiss against your clitoral hood making a loud moan scream from your lips. Pressing the button, it wizzed faster pressing it firmer into your bundled nerve, releasing more heady sharp groans the sensation made your toes curl at the feeling of chasing your sudden ecstasy. His touch rippled through your core as he caressed your inner folds feeling deeper into your wet heat forcing a short moan from your lips, the pulsing vibrations sent shocks up your spine with the familiar feeling building in your lower half. He chuckled pulling the vibrator away leaving you panting. The sopping wetness of your center twitched from the cold air when Stephen took two fingers between your folds parting your sex as you felt the cold air on your sensitive pussy once more. Feeling his lips met your nerved bud as he slowly enveloped your pussy, rolling his tongue in delicate circles ever so gently as he wanted to taste you. Absorb every single moan and writhe from you as possible as he sucked on the nerved bud firmly; it made you buck your hips up higher in response, desperate for more friction.

“Stephen please free me. I need to touch you. Please!”

Feeling his smirk between your folds he snapped his fingers freeing you from his bonds. Throwing your arms down, you released a sharp moan as your fingers threaded through his scalp and tugged in the silken locks. He moaned sharply in response, the vibration causing an electric buzz to crawl up your flesh. The silver of his well-groomed temples now left a disheveled sex of a mess. His well trimmed goatee glistening as it created more friction pressing his head closer against your cunt, desperate for more friction. You moan sharply as his tongue penetrated your center in shallow waves.

Feeling your pussy quiver he brought the vibrator up once again, placing it on your clit as he continued, he feasts upon your core. The aid was overwhelming as you rode out wave after wave of pleasure. The feeling of two things at once caressing on your starved flesh was taking it toll on your body as Stephen placed two fingers inside to rub your center. Feeling the familiar build in your lower half you tugged on his hair harder against your pussy as you rode his face chasing your final release. Before you knew it you cane undone as you guided his head back up to kiss him. Releasing a pleased hum, you could taste yourself on his lips.

He got up to hand you a warm rag, “That was incredible Stephen”

Taking a rag, he helped wipe you clean as he placed his arm around you, pulling you closer to him you rested in his chest.

“Happy birthday my love”

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[yelena-belovas-gun]

Confessions (Nakia Bahadir)

Summary: You walk in on Nakia figuring out how to confess to you.

Nakia Bahadir x fem!deaf!reader

Note: the ending is kind of shit because...well- i'm sorry my little bao buns-

Warnings: None.

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Six Months Ago

You were nervous, to say the least. No one in this school knew you were deaf, and definitely did not seem to know sign language. You looked down at your schedule, and heaved a sigh of relief. History.

You stood outside the door, a pit in your stomach. What if you threw up? What if you forgot how to sign? What if, what if...?

You felt someone tap on your shoulder, which broke you out of you spiralling thoughts.

It was a girl with gorgeous dark eyes, and a kind smile, who's hair was neatly tucked under a blue hijab with an intricate gold hemming. It looked quite lovely. You felt your hands tremble as you smiled back.

She spoke to you, asking something. Your ability to lip-read was thanked profusely internally as you nodded. She'd asked you if you were new there.

You decided to rip off your metaphorical band-aid and then sheepishly pointed at your ears, then made a cross with your fingers. I'm deaf, you implied, not using formal sign language, assuming as always that she might not know.

"I'm sorry," she signed, much to your surprise. The smile never left her face, as she added, "I'm Nakia Bahadir."

You must've looked a bit too shocked, because she frowned a bit in concern, signing, "Are you okay?"

"You know ASL?" You asked, your jaw practically on the floor.

"Only a little," she laughed a bit. "I've been learning..." she paused and decided to finger spell her way through the rest of the sentence, "...how to sign just in case I meet a deaf person. I understand more than I speak."

Her spelling was fluid, rapid, and natural, which shocked you even more. "I could teach you," you signed, staring at her.

By the gods, she was gorgeous...

"Thank you," she smiled. "What's your name?"

"Y/n," you spelt out as you pushed open the door. "Y/n L/n."

"Nice name," she signed. "You can sit next to me, if you'd like."

"Thanks," you smiled and sat beside her. "I'll be needing help, anyway."

Six Months Later

Nakia stood in the bathroom, freaking out a little. The past six months had been the best ones of her life. She'd gotten to know you better, had learnt how to sign more than she knew, and, unfortunately, had developed feelings for you.

How had she gotten here?

You, her, Kamala, and Bruno were just sitting and eating lunch, when she saw you laugh at something Kamala messed up signing.

"You just said you wanted to eat me," you signed, looking at her, scarred. "I think what you meant was you wanted to thank me," you showed her the sign for it, smiling.

God you had a cute smile.

Nakia tapped on your shoulder to get your attention. You turned to look at her with those adorable, expressive, deep e/c eyes.

"How do you say 'like' in ASL?" she finger-spelt 'like' so you'd understand.

You had to think for a moment and then showed her the sign. You placed both your right thumb and your index finger close to your chest, extending your other fingers. As you moved your hand forward slightly, you brought your thumb and index finger together.

"Like," you mouthed, smiling. "Anything else?"

"No, no," she shook her head and signed. She suddenly got up and walked away, indistinctly signing something about a bathroom to excuse herself.

So that's how she ended up here.

In a graffitied bathroom.

Her hands shaking too much to practise a simple, three-word sign in front of the clouded mirror.

She heard the door swing open, and there you stood in all your cuteness, smiling at her in slight concern. "You okay?" you signed, coming closer to her.

Her hands froze, she couldn't speak. Her heart was racing, and she had no idea what she had to sign. All the hand movements had vanished from her brain so all she could bring herself to sign was 'beautiful'.

"I know you're beautiful," you signed, laughing a bit.

She knew you couldn't hear how you laughed, but honestly, she had to say that it was the most amazing thing she ever heard. The way it would burst out of you in short waves was just what was so endearing about it.

"No," she shook her head, "Not me, I mean you."

"You want to say that I'm beautiful?" You asked, your head tilted in slight confusion.

"Yes," she said. "I..." her mind blanked again, and she took a deep breath in, remembering the signs. "Y/n, I think you are beautiful, smart, and funny. And I want to say that I...like you."

You smiled at her, "I like you too, Nakia. You're a good friend."

"No, no," she shook her head, her heart still racing. Suddenly the light fabric of her hijab draped around her neck was feeling a bit suffocating. "I mean that I like you than a friend."

Your cheeks, she noticed, went absolutely red at her revelation.

"Are you being serious?" You signed, looking at her with wariness. Clearly this had been done to you before and wasn't true, because you genuinely looked very scared for her reaction.

"Very serious," she said. "Do you like me back?"

However, before she could add the traditional 'it's okay, don't feel pressured or anything,' you had already tackled her into the biggest hug she'd ever recieved. And that was definitely saying a lot. Nakia's heart raced, her palms went numb, but she focused on first hugging you back.

You pulled away and smiled, winking in a lopsided way as you signed back, "I like you more than a friend too."

"So...be my girlfriend?" She smiled a bit awkwardly.

You rolled your eyes and signed back, "You thought I'd say no?"

THE END

[neonshrike]

Director's commentary on chapters 1 and 2 of your Hulk cryptid AU please?

I’m going to be skipping through a lot to the parts where I have the most to say about because two chapters. The first chapter is my favorite since it has the three separate POVs, but the second just has a lot of suspense and is where things really get going.

Buckle up for a long director's commentary.

Chapter 1:

Mistfield, Montana was a small, tight-knit community aside from a house at the edge of town, right next to the woods. Beside the sounds of nature and occasional shouting coming from inside the house, the street was quiet and completely empty most of the time.

Originally, the comic starts in Kentucky, but since this was an AU based off Gravity Falls (where the title is from) and the cryptid stories I’ve heard myself, I set it in the Northwest United States in a made-up small town. Charlie still grew up there, but just moved to Montana over a year before the events of the fic.

It was nearly midnight, but a dim light shined through one of the windows as Charlie lifted up the bangs of her long red hair and grimaced. There was a large burn mark, starting from the outer corner of her left eye all the way to her ear. She wet a washcloth and placed it over her eye, taking in a sharp breath as she felt her skin sting.

I consider all three of the main characters the protagonists, but I think Charlie shines the most out of them. We don’t know the full story of how she got her scar in the comics, but I thought having the night it happened as the prologue would make things interesting.

Charlie quietly opened the window, crawled onto the roof, and slid down the storm drain, having done this countless times when she needed to get out of the house. She snuck outside and knelt down to take a closer look at the trash cans. She studied the dent, stifling a gasp as she saw what looked like the indent of a thumb and index finger on it, and her mind started racing at the different possibilities. She remembered when a neighbor’s trash was raided by bears, but this looked completely different.

How it all begins! Since the Avengers and other heroes don’t exist yet in this universe (Cap is still on ice) there had to be another thing to inspire Charlie, like cryptids. She has an obsession with the Hulk and his strength, and it carries its way over into this AU.

Lucille sighed as she reached Mistfield, having driven for almost two hours. She looked at the faded welcome sign, it already felt like a sign of what was to come. If her payment for her freelance audio editing job wasn’t running late, she would have kept going and stopped somewhere nicer, but she was used to having to deal with unexpected plans and desperate situations.

When it came to adapting Lucille into this AU, where she came first and then the idea of adapting the comics, I went back to how she was in the beginning of Soundbite. She worked in radio, was on the run, definitely a loner.

“How many times do I have to tell you?” she reprimanded as Charlie followed her, opening the door with more force. Her bangs now completely covered her injured eye and she wore a navy blue hoodie to conceal herself even more.

The first instance of not just her father being cruel to Charlie, but the rest of the town. Those two things are a little interconnected, her father's abuse kind of leads into the town's perception of her.

Charlie’s eyes widened and she took it out so that she could get a closer look and pointed to a specific spot. “I just took that one last night, that’s not a tree trunk over there. Here,” she explained as she grabbed a napkin and a pencil that the waitress left behind, tracing an outline over the picture. “It’s an arm.”

You can already tell that Charlie is very creative and intelligent, even if she’s studying something like cryptids. It’s something that will help connect her with a certain someone later on…

The diner was silent for a few moments as she ate, then Lucille turned back to the girl who looked very frustrated at this point. “Honestly, you’re pretty good at your little cryptid research. I’m Lucille by the way,” she introduced with a sympathetic smile. Charlie looked over at her in surprise and smiled back. “Thanks, I’m Charlie. So what are you doing in this hellhole of a town?” she asked, earning a glare from Linda.

I feel like Lucille was a little bit of a weird, slightly nerdy kid growing up. She sees a bit of herself in Charlie, and knows a little of what it’s like to be an outcast.

She thinks a little compliment wouldn’t hurt, and as you can see, it makes a big difference in Charlie. She’s one of the first nice people she’s met in a long time.

“I really don’t get what is it with you, moving out of the city and that nice job of yours just because you didn’t agree with something. Come back and apologize and we can forget this ever happened, okay?” Her mother didn’t care at all that she was fully capable of making her own choices when it came to her life, career, and especially her relationships. She was getting stressed, burnt out, and her old life felt suffocating. One day, Lucille decided to just figure things out on her own against her family’s advice, and never looked back.

In the main universe, Lucille’s parents basically disowned her when they found out she had powers, but she was on pretty thin ice already since she came out as bisexual. Here, it’s kind of the same with toxic and close-minded parents. She hasn’t had a family in years and doesn’t really plan on having one in the future.

In the past year he stayed in this mansion, the place became more livable over time, with running water and electricity, and he had a near-permanent place to stay. It made hiding out and working on finding a cure for his condition easier, even if he made little progress. There were various objects that could be repurposed for the rudimentary lab he built in the basement, old appliances he could either use or take apart, and a surprising amount of food waste from the diner and market, perfectly good ingredients wasted because they weren’t to their standards.

This is basically just an exposition dump, but there’s a few interesting parts. Besides the comics, my main source of inspiration was the 2008 film where he was on the run and did whatever it took to survive.

It was the mansion’s master suite with plenty of open space, with moonlight shining through the window. Bruce changed into a white T-shirt with tears at the shoulders and a pair of flannel pajama pants that were faded and riddled with moth holes before laying down in his makeshift bed with a sigh.

I tend to play with the realism of Bruce’s size. Sometimes things make sense, like how he sleeps on a pile of mattresses since he would break a bed, and others aren’t such as normal clothes fitting him. Hulk is about 20 feet tall in the new comics, but I just added an extra foot to his MCU size, making him about 8’6.

He didn’t make any progress with his research today, something that carried over from the past few weeks, and the place needed some repairs. Part of the staircase finally collapsed, and after a particularly frustrating day, he tore a door off the hinges.

Even though Bruce and Hulk didn’t fully separate in this universe, there’s times where he gets more qualities of the Hulk such as rage and the urge to destroy. I would say that he’s not fully in control like you see when he’s Professor Hulk, just a man cursed to look like a monster and has no control when he starts to act like one.

Chapter 2:

The shop was small, definitely in business for years, and only run by one person, a gruff middle-aged man named Earl. Because of that, her car wasn’t going to be ready until the end of the day. Lucille accepted her temporary delay in her plans and made her way out, but not before stopping at a small, framed picture on the wall of the mechanic and the teenager she encountered yesterday. Unlike how she remembered Charlie to be, both of her eyes were visible and she didn’t hide herself with a hood. Earl looked up at his client staring at the wall. “That’s my Charlene,” he pointed out as he gathered his tools and headed out to the garage. “Don’t mind her little flights of fancy if you see her, bless her little heart.”

Oh, Earl... At the time of writing this chapter, the third issue of the comic came out, but in issue 4 we get Charlie's last name (Tidwell) and the fact that she had a younger brother named Earl. I'm surprised for predicting she had a relative with that name.

I came up with the name from two things that had an abusive douchebag named Earl in it: Waitress and The Chicks' song, "Goodbye Earl". If I rewrote this, I would add in Earl Jr. to the picture, and make him a bit of a mystery for a while.

Charlie's father and everyone else in town calls her by her full name, Charlene, and only Bruce and Lucille use the name she prefers to use. It's a good way to show the divide between her unhappy home and the unconventional, but kind people she will eventually meet.

Plus, the little "bless your heart" and what it really means.

Lucille moved closer and shook her head. “Ran into some car trouble, but your dad promised to fix it by the end of the day,” she explained, not noticing how Charlie’s body went stiff at the mention of her father.

A lot is still on Lucille's mind, and I also think Charlie would be the kind of person to hide what's going on with her, thinking she would be strong for taking it all on herself.

Charlie shrugged, closing her notebook and looking up at her with a frown. “What if I am?” she asked in a defensive tone, used to how everyone in town patronized or judged her for her hobby.

One of her defining characteristics in the comics is that she's generally a very angry person, both from her upbringing as well as trying to impress the Hulk.

In the night, Bruce carefully moved through the trees into a clearing not too far from his safehouse, deciding to just walk the rest of the way. After spending all day inside, staying hidden as he tirelessly worked to cure his condition, a walk in the empty woods helped him clear his mind. 

This is probably my favorite scene of Bruce in the entire fic, because I really get to showcase that more monstrous side of him. I have the idea that he gets compelled somehow to just wander the woods.

It circled around him, then stood up on its hind legs, ready to attack. Bruce stood up taller, moving his shoulders back as he stared the animal down. A low growl escaped his mouth, hoping it would be enough to send it on its way, but instead it lunged forward. He let out a roar as he pushed the bear aside with one arm, and it backed away before running away toward the road. Bruce stood there as he took deep breaths to calm himself, he didn’t enjoy tapping into the more monstrous, feral side of his transformation. The bear whimpered, slamming into a tree with great force as it scrambled to escape.

I love writing action! Bruce gave the bear a chance to get away, but used his strength when he had no other option, which is pretty on-brand for him. He doesn't like his growling, or the fact that he can overpower and scare a large animal.

What she didn’t expect to see was a bear slamming into a tree up ahead, the force causing it to splinter and fall onto the road.  She swerved out of the way, but her car pulled back and started to go off the road, rolling down the small hill and deeper into the woods. Lucille felt like she was slowly spinning for a long time until her car came to a stop, landing upside down and pinning itself against a tree.  Lucille breathed heavily as she waited for her vision to stop blurring and her dizziness to subside before unbuckling her seatbelt, landing on the ground.

I had to do a bit of research on car accidents to write this scene to get the exact motions down, as well as have it to where she's definitely trapped but not seriously injured for the rest of the story.

As the sounds of the bear’s retreat got quieter, Bruce turned and started to make his way back home until the sound of a car crashing echoed through the quiet woods a minute later. His first instinct, the one of a human doctor he held onto, was to go and see if anyone needed help. Bruce shook his head, reminding himself that he needed to stay hidden and away from others for his own survival, but as the decision still weighed on his conscience, he thought for a moment.  The nearby road was far away from any of the surrounding towns, it would be a while before any assistance arrived, and that was assuming anyone was alive or conscious. He decided to walk in the direction of the road, survey the area to see if there was anyone in desperate need, then go from there. 

My favorite quality about Bruce is his selflessness! His reintroduction in the first Avengers movie was perfect, where he was working as a doctor in Kolkata. Even though it was a trap set by Natasha, he still had the heart to treat a child's sick parent.

Bruce looked at the car, then back down at the driver and sighed, hoping he wouldn’t regret the decision to take her back to the mansion and treat her wounds. The thought of walking away and leaving her defenseless pained him, even after his transformation into a monster, his bleeding heart still remained. 

That last line is a really good one, the phrase "bleeding heart" has a slightly negative connotation, he shouldn't care about her at all, he's a monster. His kindness is a bit of a weakness in his eyes, something that's getting in the way of his survival. But just like his anger and monster half, it takes over.

He set the car back to a normal position and scooped up the woman into his arms and gently laid her in the backseat. It was difficult to restrain her with the size of his arm and hand, but he managed to do so. He took a deep breath before lifting the car again as he began his journey back to his safehouse. The journey was quiet as the driver laid still the entire time.

Lucille is just referred to by a diminutive the entire scene since this is Bruce's POV and she's nothing more than a stranger to him at the moment. Little does he know...

He froze, unsure of what to do in this moment, then made the hasty decision to hide in the nearby study. Bruce sat in the chair, thinking about his next move. It was very likely that she would discover him soon, so the real question was how he should approach what would be his first human interaction in over two years. 

There's a slight sense of awkwardness here that's very Bruce, he just decides to run and hide instead of face things head-on. He has to prepare himself a little bit, make sure not to scare her too much, he's definitely overthinking this situation a lot.

[the-wardens-torch]

FFXIVwrite2024: Reticent

Prompt #4, Entry #2

((A long time ago, featuring Fal and his old friend Sunnthota… who ended up pushing him to try arcanima in the future, just the way her father pushed him to try music in the past.))

"You gave up conjury?" Fal blurted, setting his mug of tea down on the table before him and immediately regretting taking such a shocked tone of voice.

"Not as such." Sunnthota fiddled with her spoon, turning it over in her hand. Her pale gray eyes glanced briefly to one side . "Well, yes. I guess I did." she said allowing the spoon to rest against the inside of her cup with a soft clink as she looked back at him.

"I thought you liked being a healer… The only reason I'm still alive after Copperbell is because you were quick enough with your Cure spell to keep everything inside of my skull, eye and all." Fal closed his left eye and ran his index finger gently down his face, tracing the thin ribbon of scar tissue that spanned his face from hairline to eyelid to chin. "And if you're worried about it, this scar is no skin off my nose. Uh, face. In fact, ladies and gentleman both find it very alluring, and I see just as well out of this eye as I did before."

"Yeah, but you were in the infirmary for weeks after that. Our 'light party' broke up and scattered to the 4 winds." Sunnthota's hands balled into loose fists in her lap as her eyes started to mist over.

"Sorry, Sunn… I'm not trying to make light of what happened. Not at all. I've… got my own reasons for wanting to forget that time." he said wistfully. The story of what had happened between him and Alain the last time they'd seen each other was one he still didn't have the nerve to share with anyone.

Sunnthota sighed, dabbing at the corner of one eye with a cloth napkin, careful not to smudge the patterns of blue-green eyeshadow that seemed to get more elaborate every time he saw her and was now threatening to smudge at the touch of an errant tear. She always had a saying about it. When she next spoke, Fal matched her word for word.

"I thought wearing this might force me to learn to stop crying over stupid stuff." they said in unison.

Sunn laughed. "I know I know… I can cry whenever I damn well feel like it and I don't need anyone's permission or anyone's shame." she said, repeating a mantra she'd heard from her father and then again from Fal years later.

"But that's not the point. The point is that yes, I do like being a healer. But… I'd never had a close call quite like that." she set the napkin back down on the table and took another sip of her tea before continuing in a quick cascade of words. "I felt like I had no idea what I was doing. Like nothing was under my control, like the magic was just pure luck. Its not that I don't have faith in the elementals or the land or its aether or any of that other magical spiritual stuff… I just don't want faith to be the first thing I resort to anymore."

"Just look at this." She summoned a small book to her hands with a command word and a snap of her fingers. Despite his lack of experience with magic, he knew a grimoire when he saw one. Though it looked fairly small in her Sea Wolf hands, it was at least three ilms thick and meticulously bound in boar hide and some sort of soft, gray metal. The pages didn't lie straight and even the way they would have if they'd been machine printed.

"I started studying arcanima instead, and it makes so much more sense." she opened the book to a random page.

"Bodies are made up of energy and aether, yes, and that's important to remember. But its not as easy to quantify as… I don't know, the angle between two misaligned broken bones or the velocity of blood through tiny veins in the cornea. I would rather have all of the facts and all of the knowledge and then let faith pick up the rest."

She pushed the tea service aside gently and placed the book on the table, opening it to a random page.

"See?"

On one page a sketch of lightning radiating off in every direction, each branch becoming a smaller and smaller version of itself. On the opposite page, a web of blood vessels following in the same patterns. Both seemed to shimmer slightly like bright fish barely glimpsed in murky water.

"Its gorgeous… Why didn't you become an arcanist first, then?" he asked tentatively.

Sunnthota sighed and paged through the book reverantly. It contained diagram after diagram, some in patterns that echoed and elaborated on the same contours she used when doing her eyeshadow, others that made more comparisons between disparate parts of nature and living bodies, and a wealth of even more complex patterns with precise angles that seemed to radiate magical energy.

"I thought that, well… I could be like my dad." she closed the book sheepishly.

"Well, not just like him. I mean, a free spirit who lived for joy and beauty and song and… all those other things I was never any good at appreciating because I'm always too worried and questioning everything. I thought maybe if I became a conjurer, I could take that joy from the beauty of nature, and that the inner peace would come with it. But it never did. I just… think too much."

"Maybe thinking too much is what you need then." Fal couldn't help but notice that she was smiling in a way he'd never seen when she'd discussed her conjury.

((Abrupt ending and it probably has editing mistakes but I have work in the morning buhhhh.))

[technowings]

Hand update!

Belated news - I'm on the mend! I've started being able to use my hand again, though I still have to be careful not to overdo things.

Apparently I've got good range of motion in my wrist and fingers, so I don't even need to do physical therapy? Handy because they're working on the bridge and I don't want to walk the long way every week lol.

The ortho told me that it can take around 3 months for my hand to get back to normal, but holy shit a light at the end of the tunnel in terms of my hand?!

So I've 'graduated' from having drs appts for it, unless I have some other issue come up.

Also I was right - the nerve was right over the cyst, and that's why I kept having so many problems!

Putting more specific medical things and technical self harm under the cut just in case

The bit about the nerve came up when I told the ortho (who also did the surgery) that I had some numbness in my left index finger - the told me that she had to use retractors to move the nerve as it was right over the cyst, and nerves "don't even like to be talked about"

I told her how my greatest worry about the surgery was that she wouldn't find anything, but nope! It was there and she was able to follow the 'string' of the 'balloon' into the joint and get it taken care of.

The self harm bit and what reminded me to do this update was an issue at the end ifnthe incision- it just didn't seem to want to heal? And it's been over a month so it really should be past the red and scabby part. I tried getting into it the other day and thought I saw a black speck in there, but I thought I'd gotten it.

But it still wasn't healing. I put a scar patch on it at the ortho's recommendation, and that spot was just being...weird.

So I grabbed a pair of tweezers and a lancet we keep on hand for such poking tasks and started poking around.

Didn't feel good, but I finally dug out what seemed like a folded up bit of stitching! It was maybe pen tip sized, partially blue and plastic-y.

I fuckin knew there was something in there! I think my hand feels different already, and hopefully digging that bit out will allow it to finally heal.

[heyitsmoon]

Path To Fulfillment

(The pronouns are going to change because I made Yumii use all in this re-make) A typical day in the Demon Bull King home was Yumii hitting the stone walls cracking them more and more with every hit out of frustration whenever Red Son won their argument again, their knuckles twitching from pain meanwhile blood dripped from them, she wanted to hit Red Son but knew that Princess Iron Fan would scold them again for it, Yumii hated that Red Son at least gets some of their parents affection which is why they never showed up to any events, PIF never mentioned them anyways so she just spends her time training or looking for things to do outside of staying in their home wasting her life away.

“Yumii where did my screwdriver go?!” Red Son ran into Yumii’s room just to see them standing there with blood dripping off of their knuckles making Red Son back away seeing the expression on his step-sister's face. “You know what? I don’t need it..” the door closed and Yumii started patching their hands up groaning in pain through the process. “Shit…” Yumii groaned as they found that their index finger was broken on their right hand, “Still not durable enough.” She said with disappointment evident in his voice, she would punch the stone walls every time they had to take their anger and frustration out, he would do it until her knuckles bled, she promised herself that he would do this until no more bones on their hands broke, as you can imagine this meant that many scars were left on her hands but he didn’t care because they kept them in gloves all the time to hide them from Princess Iron Fan, of course Red Son knew about the scars since they made many inventions to help them in their goal, like her personal robots that would repair the walls every time or little trinkets to help them take their anger out in different ways, surely this was because Red Son was afraid she’ll take it out on him one day but also because Red Son grew up with Yumii as his big step-sister and Yumii was also his biggest support when it came to trinkets, so many of them still stayed in Yumii’s room but Red Son didn’t know that, Yumii liked their relationship as it was and didn’t want to look soft around their parents biological child. “Miss Yumii dinner is ready.” Red Sons robot came to take him for dinner standing in the doorway coldly reminding them of the times PIF would stand there whenever Yumii got thrown into their room for being bad, this memory made itself known everytime the robot came, Yumii just dismissed them saying they’re not hungry and took their bag with some cash. “Hmm maybe Pigsy’s noodle shop is open…I could eat there instead of at the table with my judgy parents” Yumii with their hood up walked aimlessly around Megapolis scrolling on his phone and looking for places to eat at until they stopped next to Pigsy’s noodle shop and after seeing they’re open she walked in and ordered some noodles paying in advance, (* is thoughts) *As good as always…so warm, it reminds me of something, I just can’t remember what* Yumii sat there eating the noodles while being lost in thought, “So! How is it?” Pigsy asked after washing his hands, “Delicious chef.” Yumii responded, their face warming up with a little smile making itself present. A sudden crash made Yumii jump in surprise giving them a hiccup, “MK! Stop crashing into the place like a maniac! You made my customer have a hiccup!” Pigsy yelled at his employee who just ran into the shop holding a stick like object, the employee’s name was apparently Mk, he ran into the kitchen getting a cup of water and after filling it up handing it to Yumii, “Thank you little gentleman.” Yumii drank the cup of water and continued eating while thinking about the object they saw in the mans hand, they were once again lost in thought, *It couldn’t have been Sun Wukongs staff, it’s sealing DBK away…but what if he’s freed? Oh gosh I was supposed to be there for it..” Yumii tried not thinking much about it but when they got back home no one was there, not Red Son or PIF, this made Yumii suspicious but they brushed it off and went to sleep instead figuring that they can investigate this tomorrow.

[yelenasdiary]

Scarlett Johansson x Reader

where reader was abused verbally, physically and sexually by someone in her family in her childhood.

And after a breakdown reader talk with scarlett ? Angst,fluff,hurt,comfort

Finally Free

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Reader 

Summary: Scarlett learns something about you that you’ve kept to yourself for far too long. 

Heavy Angst, Fluff and Comfort | 2.7K |18+ ONLY! | Warnings: Mental, Physical and Sexual Abuse of a minor. PTSD, Trauma, Scars, Suicidal thoughts,Reader & Scarlett are close in age. 

AC: Before you scroll to read this, please only read this if you are truly comfortable. In this, I cover such a dark and uncomfortable topic. Being somebody who unfortunately has been through this myself, I just want anybody to read this to know that you are loved, you are worth more than you might think. If you have experienced anything related to the topics in this fic, I want you to know my DMs are ALWAYS open. You don’t have to tell me anything, if you just want a friend to listen, I am here. With that, I hope this fic somehow brings comfort. 

IMPORTANT: if you or anybody you know who might be suffering from the effects of such a crime, please seek professional help or talk to somebody you truly trust. I promise you that people are there to listen and help. You are not alone, I promise. 

Scarlett always knew when you were having one of your off days. A day where everything just didn’t work out for you. You’d wake up feeling numb, emotionless, cold but also oddly warm. These days could get dark for you, locking yourself away in the bedroom while you dealt with the trauma the only way you knew how. Scarlett worried about you during this time, she wanted nothing more than to have you talk to her and let her in, just so she could have an idea of what was going on, but she never pushed you. 

Today was one of those days. You woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare that replayed the events that took place many years ago. Chills covered your body, you felt sick, tears felt down the sides of your face while you laid looking up at the ceiling. Scarlett woke up shortly after to you, she turned on her side and saw your state. You weren’t mentally there and see knew that. Gently her index finger brushed against your right cheek bringing you back to her. 

“There you are” she softly smiled when your saddened eyes looked into her green eyes, “do you want to talk about it?” she asked already knowing the answer. You shook your head without saying a word. Scarlett lent over and placed a loving kiss on your cheek, “whenever you’re ready, you know I’m always here for you” she whispered getting no response from you. 

She laid with you for a while longer until you sat up, tears still flowing down your cheeks. She hated seeing you broken and hurt and not knowing why but she knew if you wanted too, you’d talk to her when you were ready. 

Scarlett noticed your left thumb would rub over the scar on your right arm, a scar she never knew the backstory on. Slowly, Scarlett placed her hand over your left to stop the rubbing, “do you want a coffee? Some breakfast?” she asked trying to take your mind off the images replaying in your mind. You looked at with teary eyes and shook your head once more. “I just to be alone” you mumbled. 

“Honey, I don’t think today you should be alone” she replied, “something is bothering you and I’m not going to push it, but I am worried” she adds. 

“I’m okay Scar” your eyes dropped to her hand still on top of yours. “No, honey, you’re not and that’s okay. We don’t have to talk but I don’t want to leave you by yourself right now” 

Early on in your relationship, Scarlett picked up that you would experience episodes of PTSD, again, she never asked about it because she saw how uncomfortable you got when you tried to make up an excuse for your moments of disassociation. She soon learnt when you were about to or when you were having a moment, key sign was you’d rub your scar. 

“How about we go downstairs and get some water” she offered as she sat up, her hand never leaving yours. “Okay” you nodded lightly. 

Walking downstairs and sitting at the island in the middle of the kitchen, Scarlett placed a glass of water in front of you and took mental notes of your body language. The tears still streaming down your face, you looked to her, “I’m scared to tell you” You spoke. 

“I’m scared if I tell you…you’ll leave like everybody did”

Scarlett couldn’t help but frown slightly, “Darling, I could never leave you” she assured you. 

“That’s what they all said” 

“Whoever they are, they clearly didn’t deserve you. Honey, you can tell me anything” she reached for your hand and squeezed it tightly, “I’m not going anywhere” she looked into your teary eyes. You took a moment to look into her eyes, wanting so badly to tell somebody who was going to really listen to you and not just brush you off. 

“Talk to me honey, what’s going on? I just want to help” she spoke. 

“M-my s-stepfather” you stuttered, chills rushed through your body once again, your breathing got faster, more memories entered your mind, your free hand quickly squeezed the top of Scarlett’s hand that was still rested on your right. “It’s okay honey, you don’t have to say it” she noticed the panic in your eyes. “H-he hurt me” you let out a sob, “he” you swallowed the lump in your throat, “nobody believes me” you spoke. 

“I believe you sweetheart” Scarlett’s free hand brush a lock of hair behind your ears. 

“You do?” you looked up at her, she nodded, “honey, I’ve always known something was wrong, everything you’re feeling, the moments you have when you disassociate, distancing yourself on holidays like Christmas and your birthday, it’s clear it’s had such an effect on you. I just didn’t want to force you to say anything if you weren’t ready” Scarlett explained, her thumb stroking your cheek. “I’m here if you want to tell me, I see you, I hear you and I believe you, honey” she adds as more tears run down your cheeks. 

“Everybody loves him, they think he’s so great, that he could never do such a thing but he’s not. He’s sick, he’s a creep, he’s made my life hell, Scar” 

Scarlett reached for the box of tissues and waited to see if you were open to talking more, never pushing you or probing you with questions. 

“It all started when I was 6 years old. My real dad, he left and never mentioned why…my mom, she met my…him, and well, things were fine for a while, from what I can remember… then suddenly something switched in him. He came home from work one night, he had a night job and would come home just before dinner so mom could go to her night shift at the hospital, she’s a nurse” you started. Scarlett didn’t know much about your family; she’s never met them, and you never cared to mention them. 

“I spilt my drink on the coffee table, it was just a cup of water because it was almost bedtime and he flipped out…” you sobbed, “he threw me in my room and beat me with his belt until I bled before he made me clean up the mess. I cried for mom, but she was already at work. I had bruises for weeks after that, he told mom that I must’ve just fallen over at school or got too rough with my siblings, so she never questioned it…I don’t remember much but I remember enough. Soon things just got worse, he would just hit me for little things, if I didn’t eat all my food or if I didn’t tie my shoes and it was always when nobody was around to catch him…then it went on to him just telling me how worthless I am, how my mother doesn’t love me, and I don’t deserve the things I have. My sister and brother are both biologically his, so I always just assumed he hated me because I wasn’t his, you know? 

Every year on my birthday he would get my sister and brother a present to open, saying it wasn’t fair on them on how young they were and how they didn’t understand why I would get a gift and they didn’t… he always made sure to get them the best of everything. My mother never thought much of it and let it slide. Then just after my 7th birthday, my sister and brother were on a school camp, mom was working so I was home alone with him…he was drunk and well…he touched me” you cried harder, Scarlett quickly wrapping her arms around you and pull you close to her, kissing the top of your head.

“Honey, I’m so sorry, you are so much more than the terrible things he’s said and done to you. I promise” she spoke as you cried into her arms. She held you until you were able to speak again. 

“I tried to tell my mother, but she thought I was being silly and that maybe I just overheard something on the TV one time. I told my aunty, but she said she didn’t know what to do because I wasn’t her kid…nobody wanted to help me… then he found out I told, and he lashed out on me again and that’s how I got this scar… he threw his beer bottle at me...

I can’t escape him Scar…I see him all the time, I hear him, I smell him…I close my eyes and he’s the first thing I see…I’m in such a dark place because of him, I’m drowning, I’m tired, I’m scared…Scar, I don’t think I want to fight anymore”

Tears fell from Scarlett’s eyes as she held you close once more. 

“Listen to me, you are safe with me. You are safe, he can’t hurt you anymore. We’ll go to the police and do whatever we have to do to get him put away. Look at me” she spoke, cupping your face gently to look at her. “I love you and you are so beautiful, you are so freaking strong, honey, I wish I could take all this pain away for you, don’t you doubt for a second that you’re not loved because I love you so, so much. We will fight this together, whatever you need, I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here, I will hold your hand through this, I will hold you tight at night, we will get through this. One step at a time, do you hear me?” 

You nodded before crashing into her arms once more, the both of you crying in each other’s hold. “I love you” she would whisper over and over, making sure you felt her words. 

She didn’t let you down, not once. She cancelled anything she had coming up. She spoke to Kate and explained she’d take some time away from The Outset to focus on you, she didn’t explain the depths of what was happening, just that right now, nothing mattered but you. She set up therapist appointments for you and would take you to them, waiting in the waiting room with her arms wide open when you were finished. At night, she never fell asleep until she knew you were deep asleep in her arms, stroking her fingers gently through your hair. She was mad that your family didn’t take action sooner, that your mother let everything slide without a second thought. 

She wanted you to take this to the police even if it happens years ago, there was still evidence that he could be put away. So, Scarlett met with your therapist who also agreed that the police should be involved. You were put on antidepressions for a short time while dealt with the depths of your trauma. Scarlett didn’t want you to go through any more than you already had too, so she made sure to handle anything outside therapy for you, she never pushed you to make a report to the police, but you knew it was the right thing to do. 

“Scar” you looked up at her while cuddled up to her on the sofa watching a movie. “Yeah honey?” she softly smiled; you sat up to face her properly. “I…I want to report it…I think I’m strong enough now” you told her, she nodded in agreement, “I’ll be with you the whole time, I promise” she leant over and kissed you softly, “you’re doing the right thing” she told you. 

The process of getting a court date was getting frustrated, Scarlett didn’t take no for an answer and did her best to make sure the news would make it to the public, the last thing you needed was “Scarlett Johansson’s partner to testify against step-father in abuse case”. She went to lawyer after lawyer until somebody finally agreed to take the case. 

“We might not be able to get a great sentence given the time frame but there is more than enough evidence here from her therapist that a judge won’t ignore” the lawyer informed the two of you, you squeezed Scarlett’s hand tightly knowing what to come was only going to get harder. 

Your mother somehow got in contact with you a few weeks after your lawyer agreed to take the case, she tried to convince you that you were wrong and telling lies, that you wanted to ruin the good life she had but Scarlett didn’t let you sit there and take it from her. 

“Hi, I would very much appreciate if you spoke to your lawyers and stopped calling this number. If you want to talk to Y/n, you’ll do so through the appropriate channels” she told your mother, hanging up before she would reply. 

“You don’t need that, you have every right to take him to court, he ruined your life, you’re not doing anything wrong” she reminded you. 

You felt so safe, heard, and loved by Scarlett. She went up and beyond for you, making sure you had the best of everything to make the case, holding your hand tightly through it all. For the first time, somebody believed you and helped you take action, something you would never have been able to do by yourself. 

When the trail came, you were asked to the stand to explain the nature of your abuse. Your lawyer didn’t agree this would be the best option given that you haven’t seen your abuser for many years and your mental health and safety were at the most of importance throughout this case, but you wanted to take the stand and speak your truth, expose the evil in the room. Scarlett was worried at the idea and asked a million times if you were truly comfortable. 

“Scar, I need to do this. This is my chance to take back my life, to show him that I did it, that I found a real love, a real happiness, that I’m okay and he can’t control me anymore” you told her. With that, how could she be worried? She kissed you deeply and told you how proud of you she was. 

He was sentence to 9 years in prison. You wished for a longer sentence, but your lawyer said to take this win as the abuse happened when you were so young there wasn’t all that much evidence to go on. They had to use the reports from your therapists who explained the seriousness of your PTSD which was clearly caused from the abuse you had experienced.

You still had a long road of recovery ahead of you, but it wasn’t scary anymore, not when you had Scarlett by your side who loved you so deeply. 

“I love you Scar, so much” you whispered while in bed, her arms wrapped around you. She kissed the back of your neck softly, “I love you honey, always” she replied. You turned over to face her, “I mean it, I love you, without you…there’s no way I would still be here. Scar, I was so close to giving up for good” you admitted, “I thought about it every day, even though you made my days so much better I still felt guilty for wishing I wasn’t here” you added.

“Love, you’re so much better than that, I’m just glad you finally told me because I lost you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing I could’ve done more” 

“No, baby, you did everything right” you kissed her lips softly, “now, I just want nothing more than a future with you, grow old with you, really live my life with you” you explained, “I don’t want to hide myself anymore or lock myself away. I don’t want to be scared of the world anymore, with you, I don’t feel scared, I feel free. With you I can do anything now, you released me, and I can’t thank you enough” 

Scarlett teared up at your words, “you deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I want to show you that every single day, god, I love you so much” she kissed your forehead gently, “you are my hero honey” she whispered. You soon fell asleep in her arms. 

Your nightmares became less and less, your moments of disassociation started to phase out and you were finally able to start living the life you’ve always wanted, although, this time, you had the love of Scarlett with you at all times. For her, you were forever grateful. 

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[suna-reversed]

Icarus’ Irony ☀️

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

alternative title: “but I crumble completely when you cry”

2k+ words

Minors DNI‼️

A/N: if you haven’t already seen this cosplay, go get some Toji brainrot

Warnings/Tags: mentions of violence, manhandling, dacryphilia, mild dub-con, fingering, mating press, cum play, breeding kink, size difference, cheating, smoking/alcohol, shotgunning, degradation, slight praise, angstt, hurt/comfort

“Do you know of how Icarus fell?”

His question snapped you out of your post orgasm daze. You looked up at him from where your head rested on his bare chest, thighs straddling his lap, quivering a little as you pulled away to look at his face in the moonlight.

“He flew too close to the sun?”

Toji looked deep in thought as you answered, nodding his head slightly,

“Ah yes, he did…”

You almost purred as his warm hand slid up your thigh, kneading the sore-marked flesh,

“ ...but that wasn’t what what damned him”

He paused again, dangling the lit cigarette held in between the index and middle finger of his other hand, the same fingers that were buried deep inside of you not too long ago,

“...his ruination came with his desire. The closer he got, the more he craved. His delusion didn’t even let him feel the searing heat that burned through his flesh. He was too lost in thought of the eternal glory he believed he’d found.”

Toji adjusted his gaze to meet your eyes, the acrid scent of smoke hitting you as he leaned forward. His actions seemed slowed and you found it hard to differentiate the golden aura around his silhouette from his actual self. Has he always been so ethereal? 

“Do you think he smiled?” 

“Huh?” you mumbled out drowsily, your head falling back on his chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent. night-chilled mist and cedar. His hoarse chuckle sent shivers down your spine. 

“I asked, do you think he smiled...knowing he was the only one to ever get that close to the sun, even if it destroyed him in the end?”

You heard Toji take a puff out of his cigarette and your breath hitched as a hand came to your jaw, tilting your head up as he exhaled out the smoke in between your parted lips.

How had he stayed this long tonight? Usually, you’d be cleaning yourself up by this time, no trace left of the man who had been whispering sultry words into your ear while pounding into you from behind moments ago. He was never this talkative afterwards either. 

“Why are you asking me this?”

He leaned back, turning his head away from you. The slightest of change could be sensed in his posture as you hesitantly brought your fingers up to trace the scar next to his lips. He’d grabbed onto your wrist halfway before it could reach his mouth everytime that you had tried it before, growling a low “wanna try that again?”, that usually led to you being stuffed full of him once more. Perhaps he was too high to care tonight?

“Why am I asking you this?” A dry laugh left his throat as he finally looked back at you, still making no attempts to pull your hand away from his face. 

“because I think you’re flying dangerously close; whether for warmth, for lust, for love; whatever it is, I have a feeling you’ll go down smiling even when the light sets you aflame.”

You were too lost in his eyes, your mind clouded by the feel of his unclothed skin against yours. How did he get the scar? Had he ever told you? Did she know about it? A burning sensation formed in the pit of your chest as your eyes slid to the gold band kept neatly on the nightstand. He removes it every single time; right before he sinks to his knees with a moan, saying his prayers in between your thighs as your heels dig into his spine. 

You couldn't register his words anymore. It all sounded like incoherent gibberish, perhaps that's what it all was. Perhaps, that’s all everything he’s ever said was. 

“I only stay with her because of my son” 

“I’ll get a divorce soon enough” 

“She wont let me live in peace if she finds out-”

All gibberish. Garbage. Empty promises. Lies. Words that held no meaning.  

His lips were still moving, but all you could hear was the loud ringing in your ears. Suddenly, the sensation of his flesh against yours felt like too much. You couldn't breathe as bile rose up to the back of your throat. You pulled your head away from his chest, but the warmth wouldn’t leave you, the wet feeling on your cheeks worsening the burning of your skin. 

Why was he still speaking? Could he not see that you were dying?

Shut up, shut up, shut up-

You found your lips moving out of their own accord 

“Leave-leave me alone I hate you”

The sob that ripped from your throat made you feel like you had just been pushed off from a skyscraper, feeling the end nearing, but it never quite seemed to come. 

Your incoherent pleas of being left alone continued as you felt muscular arms wrap around your figure; your sobs getting louder as you felt yourself being picked up, and then laid down on the plush mattress that still held the remnants of your previous feat with the man above you. 

You didn't realise you had been thrashing until a hand grabbed onto your wrists, bringing them together as Toji used his weight to pin your struggling body down, his other arm coming around to pull you into his chest, effectively muffling out your screams. 

Your sobs took a while to die out; leaving your eyes burning, throat dry, and the throbbing pain in your head worsening by the second as you continued to stare at the chipped ceiling past his shoulder. The same ceiling you had stared up at as he had ruthlessly rutted into your cunt, calling you “his obedient little slut”- “his cumdump”. 

That’s what you’ll always be, isn't it? 

You felt the grip around your body loosen, the weight lifting off of you slightly as your eyes came in level with his face. He held an unreadable expression like always. A bitter laugh escaped your throat as you looked back on all the times you had dreamed of the scar next to his lip twitching up, only for you. 

“Stop it.” His voice was smooth, your body instinctively reacting to his command. You hated it. But you still did have control over your words, 

“Fuck off” 

You saw his eyes darken, his hand moving up to grab your jaw harshly, 

“What was that?”

Smack!

Your palm burned as it landed, the skin of his cheek already tinting a deeper shade of crimson. 

Heavy silence hung in the room.

You gasped in shock as you felt a pair of lips crash down onto yours, Toji’s tongue making its way into your mouth as you groaned. You contemplated biting his tongue, but the rational part of your brain seemed to be dulling out more and more the longer that his tongue remained clashing with yours, his hands moving up your abdomen to grope your chest, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. 

You shut your legs together as his hand tried to slither in between, but your efforts were to no avail as he grabbed onto your thigh, holding it away, not even wasting a second to dip his fingers into your heat. You felt your face heat up at the wetness he found there. Toji moved back to sit on his knees, thumb circling your clit as you tried not to let out any more sounds of pleasure. 

“You hate me huh? Then what’s this?” His fingers pumped in faster inside of you making you arch your back, a cry of shame leaving your mouth. 

Toji grabbed onto your thighs to push them up to your chest, throwing your legs over his shoulders and biting at the tender skin he found. A loud moan left you as you felt him line up with your entrance, the tip already making you feel the stretch of his huge girth. 

You opened your eyes, only to be met with the same chipped ceiling once again. Tears welled up in your eyes, making your vision blurry as you felt a sob bubbling in your chest, pitying your own resolve for breaking so soon. 

But then you felt something rub against your cheek. A calloused thumb brushing away the tears as a forehead came down to press against yours, and you found your orbs locked onto the malicious ones of the man you had wrecked your sanity for. 

“You are…” he sighs out, and you grunt as he slides deeper into you, “...the only thought that plagues my mind.”

His lips meld with yours once more as he finishes his sentence, both of your moans being muffled against each other’s mouth. 

“...all-the-damn-fucking-time” he thrusts into you in between words. It's the closest he’s come to being gentle as his strokes, though slow, still hit deep inside of your dripping cunt. His hips jut into you more intensely as you bite his lip, hands moving up to entangle themselves into his dark locks.

You were crying and moaning and screaming all at the same time as his cock hit all the right spots, the pain of his huge member still being evident even after it had fucked out your pussy countless times. But it was drowned out by the pleasure as his fingers found your clit once more, hastily rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves as he picked up his pace. You found your face contorting in pleasure soon enough, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts as you felt your climax coming. 

“C’mon, go ahead, cream all around my cock like the good girl you are.” He grunted, voice deep and dripping in honey.

The coil in the pit of your stomach snapped as his tongue licked its way up from your neck to your jaw. Toji continued fucking into you as you rode out your orgasm, your body spasming from the overstimulation as you felt your insides being filled with thick spurts of cum. Toji groaned, pulling back to look at the sight of your cum-filled cunt, collecting the slickness that had dripped out of your hole with his thumb, only to push it back inside.

You were too tired to move a muscle, too tired to cry or curse him as he got up, walking out the bedroom door. The hollow feeling once again flooded your chest as you shut your eyes, hoping to wake up from this endless nightmare. 

Your body jerked awake as you felt something cool slide against your thigh. You snapped your eyes open, lifting your head, only to find the man you had just cussed out a thousand different ways sitting on the edge of the bed, a wet cloth in his hand. You were too stunned to say anything, staring at him as he inched forward, continuing his task of cleaning up the mess. 

You let your head fall back against the mattress, sighing as the conflicting thoughts in your mind continued to race on. You found yourself being lifted, a blanket being put over you before your head was pulled into a warm chest, arms wrapping around you as a hand cradled the back of your head. Your thoughts all disappeared away, the familiarity of his body becoming almost cozy as sleep took over your senses. You thought you heard him mutter something, but then again, you might as well have dreamt it.

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Toji found his hand lingering over the door handle as he glanced at your slumbering figure. Sighing, he walked back over to cover you with the blanket that you had kicked off. 

He found his own mind flooded with conflicting feelings as he walked out of your building. He had never stayed the night before. Moreover, he was trying to find a justification for the three cursed words he had muttered last night.

He decided to blame it on the nicotine that was clogging his system. Even though he had felt his high clearing as soon as he had seen you sobbing and moving away from him, your face filled with disgust. He never wanted to see you feel that way about him again. 

He looked down at the golden band clutched tightly in his palm. The metal was starting to rust. He was surprised your curious little mind didn’t notice, didn't ask him why - because real gold didn’t rust. He found his mind flashing back to the first time you had asked him,

“Are you...seeing someone?” 

He hadn’t known you for too long then, but the tug in his chest each time you were around made him want to disappear out of existence. 

You made him want to lose all restraint, and what would the man be if he lost his sense of identity, the only armour he harboured; his rigid demeanour. 

The lie had rolled off his tongue easily enough, switching over the band on his index finger to his ring finger under the table. Lifting it up for you to see, he had felt his heart clench at the flicker of sadness in your eyes. But that seemed to work as even more proof for why he had to draw a boundary around himself.

You burned like a thousand fires, your brightness blinding, your warmth creeping up to thaw the ice around his heart.

It terrified him.

How he always ended up coming back for more, how he ended up breaking a little more each time his name slipped past your sweet lips, how he’d vowed to destroy anything that dared cause you agony. Even if it meant destroying himself. 

Toji Fushiguro finally knew the answer to his question. 

He too, would go down with a smile if it was you lighting the match to his pyre, if it was you ripping the wings off his back.

After all you were the only light in his life, his precious sun.

How does it matter if he burns himself out trying to get closer to you?

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[sunkissedpages]

dirty reflection || th x reader

Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this was a piece for @honeymoonlover's birthday that i inserted tom into :)

Masterlist

"Tell me!"

“No!”

“Please!”

“No, I’m too embarrassed!”

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Tom, but you were determined not to break.

“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Tom let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”

“What?”

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

“You heard me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”

“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”

“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do!”

Tom raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

“But not this!”

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Tom wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from shooting and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.

s: you should just tell him

y/n: idk how to bring it up

s: it’s not that hard

y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

s: bitch yes

s: i don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life

y/n: tom knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?

s: i’m not telling him you want to be-

That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done before.

Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Tom flipped it around on you.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”

“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.

“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”

“No!”

You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication.

“We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”

And that’s what led you to where you were now, staring each other down over the edge of the couch, daring the other to be the first to break. The room was still filled with tension, but there had been a shift in context.

Tom's eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.

“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”

He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”

You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”

He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I promise,” Tom said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.” You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?”

The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.

“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.

Tom nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.

“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”

Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”

“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Tom asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.

“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got some lines to read over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It-it is.”

“Then get up.”

You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Tom grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.

“Why-”

“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.

The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Tom had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.

Tom set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.

“Do you want my bra off or-”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”

You nodded and dropped your hands back by your side, watching him grab his notebook from the desk and settle on the chair. He was completely naked now, and you were left in just your underwear, a scene you both were intimately familiar with.

He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.

“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He groaned and handed over his control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.

You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Tom gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.

“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”

He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.

“I’d ask if you want me to return the favor, but I don’t think I need to.” He reached out to prove his point and brushed a couple fingers over your panties, ignoring the way you trembled as he did. He held his hand up to you to show you the wetness gathered on his pointer and index before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. “You’re plenty wet already.”

You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

Tom didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.

“T-tommy,” you gasped.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Tom had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.

The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Tom's cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.

Tom began to recite his lines to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond...

You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Tom moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.

“Don’t do that!” you cried.

“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.

“Yes, that,” you growled.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“What about this?”

He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.

“That’s worse!” you hissed.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”

The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I have been perfectly still.”

“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re soaking, love.”

You looked down at Tom's lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

“I know.”

“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?"

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I get to pick how it ends?”

“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”

“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Tom clarified.

“Maybe.”

“I know you,” he said cockily.

“And like I said, you know what I like.”

“I like to think I do.”

“So tell me what to do.”

“You just like being bossed around.”

“And what about it?”

“Brat,” he spat.

“Bitch.”

Tom smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”

You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”

You turned so that you were facing the mirror and let yourself be pulled back onto your boyfriend’s lap. He slid his cock back inside of you almost immediately and praised you for taking it so well.

“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Tom kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”

“Fuck, Tom.”

You forced yourself to look at your reflection, straining your neck so that you could see clearly. You made eye contact with yourself only to see a stranger stared back at you. The person in the mirror looked like a fucking pornstar, tits out, legs spread, but also fucked out of their mind.

“Feels so good,” you panted.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Tom brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Tom grunted.

You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”

“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.

“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.

A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Tom weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.

“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.

You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.

You collapsed back against Tom as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Tom wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.

“Of course.”

You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Tom's. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.

Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.

“Round two?”

lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

[sluttywonwoo]

dirty reflection || hvc x reader

Summary: fulfilling a long held fantasy with your boyfriend (cockwarming him in front of a mirror)

Warnings: swearing, smut (18+)

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: this is for @junsol happy birthday tiff!!

Masterlist

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Please!”

“No, I’m too embarrassed!”

You turned away from your boyfriend on the couch with your arms folded across your chest in protest. If there was anyone who could get you to spill something it was Vernon, but you were determined not to break.

“Please, baby?” he asked again, and walked around to the other side of the sofa so that you could see his big brown eyes.

You squeezed your own eyes shut, as to not let him guilt trip you and shook your head stubbornly. Vernon let out a sigh of frustration and you thought that maybe he had given up until you heard him chuckle above you.

“Fine, then I guess we won’t have sex at all.”

“What?”

You opened your eyes again and stared at your boyfriend in disbelief. He smirked.

“You heard me.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re bluffing.”

“No,” he insisted, doubling down. “If you won’t tell me what you want, we won’t have sex until you do.”

“You know what I want! You already know how to make me feel good.”

“I thought I did,” he huffed, sticking out his bottom lip in a pout.

“You do!”

Vernon raised his arms above his head, bringing the hem of his t-shirt up to reveal a small strip of his stomach and the elastic of his Calvin Klein’s. You sucked in a breath and pursed your lips, ignoring the sight before you.

“But not this!”

The this he was referring to was just a silly fantasy of yours, one that you had purposely kept secret because you were embarrassed to admit to wanting something so... filthy. You had never planned to fulfill it- you were more than content to simply imagine the scene playing out when Vernon wasn’t home, and use your own hands instead of his to take the edge off. But as of 20 minutes ago that wasn’t an option anymore because your boyfriend had come across your messages with your best friend about that very fantasy.

He hadn’t meant to pry. He had just gotten home from rehearsal and grabbed your Mac off of the coffee table to check Twitter. You weren’t around, but he always used your computer to scroll through social media anyway so he figured he didn’t need to ask. Your last iMessage conversation with Sloane was still up, and he went to minimize the window when he read his name at the top of one of your blue bubbles. He knew he shouldn’t have been reading your private messages, but he couldn’t stop himself.

s: you should just tell him

y/n: idk how to bring it up

s: it’s not that hard

y/n: would it be weird to ask you to tell him for me?

s: bitch yes

s: I don’t want to talk to your bf about your sex life

y/n: vernon knows you though! You could just sneak it into conversation casually yk?

s: i’m not telling him you want to be-

That was as far as he got before you walked back into the room and he slammed the laptop shut in panic, looking like you’d just caught him watching porn- which to be fair, you had done a number of times before.

Before you could say anything, or even process what had just happened, Vernon flipped it around on you.

“What aren’t you telling me?”

Your brain still hadn’t processed the situation so you furrowed your brow in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean-”

“Why are you talking to Sloane about our sex life?” he demanded. It finally clicked. “And what about it is so terrible about it that you don’t want to tell me yourself?”

“There’s nothing terrible about it!” you assured him.

“Then what?” His face was starting to turn red like it did whenever he got worked up. “Have you been faking-”

“No!" You could feel your face starting to heat up as well at the implication. “We were just talking about a dumb fantasy of mine, that’s all.”

And that’s what led you to where you were now, staring each other down over the edge of the couch, daring the other to be the first to break. The room was still filled with tension, but there had been a shift in context.

Vernon’s eyes were dark and nearly unreadable in the dim light of your living room.

“You’re really not going to fuck me until I tell you?” you asked. He nodded again in earnest, and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “But what do I get out of telling you?”

He gave you a look like it should have been obvious. “We’re going to do it.”

You hesitated. “What if you’re not into it?”

He shrugged and brushed off the possibility. “I’m into whatever you’re into.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I promise,” Vernon said and pressed a kiss to your lips as if to seal it. “I’m not going to judge whatever it is you want me to do to you. No matter how gross it is.”

You scoffed and swatted at him, but he dodged your hand easily.

“I can’t stand you,” you muttered.

“Oh, is that why you’re always kneeling for me?”

“Do you want me to tell you or not?”

The smirk fell from his face as he hastily cleared his throat and beckoned for you to continue.

“You know that mirror we have in our bedroom?” you asked.

Vernon nodded, a grin playing at the corner of his mouth as if he had an idea about where this was going.

“I’ve always wanted to cockwarm you while we sit in front of it.”

Your boyfriend was smiling from ear to ear now. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“I mean, pretty much, yeah.”

“Pretty much?” The next part you mumbled under your breath. “What was that?” Vernon asked, leaning over the couch so that he could hear you.

“Yes,” you bit out and clenched your jaw in a pathetic sort of pout.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he teased, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Okay, get up.”

“What, why?”

“I’ve got some lyrics to work over. You can keep my cock warm while I do that.”

“Right now?”

“I thought that’s what you wanted?”

“It-it is.”

“Then get up.”

You did as you were told and stood up from your spot on the sofa, watching as Vernon grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and began dragging it behind him.

“Why-”

“I don’t want to ruin our armchair,” he said as an explanation and jerked his head in the direction of your bedroom, motioning for you to follow him.

The mirror in your bedroom was one of your favorite things in the house. It sat on the floor leaned up against the wall with a large ornate frame encompassing it. It was almost taller than you, and weighed about sixty pounds. Its gold paint was chipping in the corners and it was a bit scuffed up, but it was still the best find you’d ever made at the antique fair and you stood by that. You still remembered carrying it home the day you bought it. Vernon had filmed the process instead of helping, watching you struggle with the newspaper-wrapped package through the screen on his phone with a smug grin on his face the entire time.

Vernon set the chair on the floor in front of the mirror and began to strip, pulling off his hoodie first before shimmying out of his joggers. You followed in suit by unzipping your skirt and letting it fall to the ground. You stepped out of it and went for your shirt next, yanking it over your head. Your hands went for the clasp of your bra after that before thinking twice.

“Do you want my bra off or-”

He seemed to think about it for a moment before answering. “Leave it on.”

You nodded and dropped your hands back by your side, watching him grab his notebook from the desk and settle on the chair. He was completely naked now, and you were left in just your underwear, a scene you both were intimately familiar with.

He spat into his palm and took his cock in his hand, pumping a few times before you stopped him.

“Let me,” you offered, kneeling on the floor in front of him.

He groaned and handed over control easily. You grinned to yourself before taking him in your mouth. You knew he’d never pass up an opportunity to have you suck him off.

You worked slowly, taking your time, enjoying the feeling of him getting hard on your tongue. Vernon gripped your hair with one hand and clutched his notebook with the other. He fought to keep his eyes open, to keep his head upright. In the mirror he could see the back of your head bobbing up and down on his lap, the expanse of your back, every scar, freckle, and mole he’d seen a thousand times before but now from a different angle.

You hollowed out your cheeks and took him to the back of your throat, trying not to laugh when you heard him curse.

“Stop,” he breathed out, pulling you off of him by your hair. “You’re a menace.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled. “Thank you.”

He glared at you for a moment before flicking his gaze downwards.

“I’d ask if you want me to return the favor, but I don’t think I need to.” He reached out to prove his point and brushed a couple fingers over your panties, ignoring the way you trembled as he did. He held his hand up to you to show you the wetness gathered on his pointer and index before bringing them to his lips and sucking it off. “You’re plenty wet already.”

You suppressed a moan and pursed your lips, nodding in agreement.

Vernon didn’t have to say anything for you to know what he wanted next. You slipped out of your panties and tossed them to the side. He wrapped an arm around your waist as you straddled him and lined yourself up. You both sighed as you sank down onto his cock. He kissed you deeply, winding a hand through hair and moaning your name. You let your head rest against his shoulder and tried not to rock your hips forward. Your boyfriend was having similar issues, hips stuttering underneath you, head falling back in pleasure.

“H-hansol,” you gasped.

“Don’t,” he warned through gritted teeth. You clenched around him involuntarily and whined. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry, can’t help it.”

He took a deep breath and began flipping through the pages of his notebook. You craned your neck to look back at your reflection in the mirror, smiling weakly at the sight. Vernon had an arm slung loosely around your waist still. His cheeks were rosy and warm to the touch. Your ass was on full display at this angle, but you didn’t mind. You knew it was your boyfriend’s favorite view anyway, and you weren’t ashamed to admit that you could see why.

The way you were seated on his lap made it look like you could have just been cuddling. The reflection didn’t show Vernon’s cock buried deep inside your pussy and your breathing had slowed to somewhat of a normal pace.

Vernon began to hum to himself and you turned your attention back to him, admiring how he looked while he was concentrating. His eyelashes were so fucking long, it was something you had always been jealous of. The light filtering into the room made them look blond and you thought back to all of the colors he had dyed his hair before.

It was brown now, with remnants of the previous black still fading, but he had gone blond once before. You still remembered how shocked you had been when he came home from the salon that day.

You were doing so good. You were relaxing comfortably, lost in your own thoughts, when Vernon moved for the first time. He was just scratching his ankle, but the sudden movement made you yelp.

“Don’t do that!” you cried.

“What, this?” he asked and bent down to scratch his ankle again.

“Yes, that,” you growled.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

“What about this?”

He leaned back and stretched his arms above his head.

“That’s worse!” you hissed.

“Sorry.”

“No you’re not.” He just shrugged and tossed his notebook on the bed. “Don’t you have work to do?”

“Could use a break,” he replied simply, “and it’s hard to focus with distractions.”

The last part was pointed at you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I have been perfectly still.”

“Yeah, but your... impatience is, well, physical.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re soaking, love.”

You looked down at Vernon’s lap and suddenly realized what he meant. Your arousal was quite literally dripping onto his thighs and the chair beneath you. That was why he didn’t want to use the armchair. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment and buried your head in your boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m sorry!”

He chuckled and rubbed a hand up and down your back comfortingly. “Don’t be! I know you can’t help it, and it’s honestly really fucking hot.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“No,” he promised and shook his head adamantly. “I like that I have this effect on you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

“I know.”

“So this fantasy of yours,” he said, clearing his throat. “How does it end?”

“Depends.”

“On what?”

“You.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What about me?”

“Whatever you want.”

“I get to pick how it ends?”

“Mhm. I usually leave it up to the imagination so it’s open-ended.”

“You mean when you masturbate to it you cum before it ends so you lose interest?” Vernon clarified.

“Maybe.”

“I know you,” he said cockily.

“And like I said, you know what I like.”

“I like to think I do.”

“So tell me what to do.”

“You just like being bossed around.”

“And what about it?”

“Brat,” he spat.

“Bitch.”

Vernon smiled and jerked his hips the slightest bit, making you whimper. “Stand up.”

You tried not to show your disappointment, but did as you were told and stood up, wincing at the empty feeling that followed.

“Just for a minute, baby,” he assured you. “Turn around.”

You turned so that you were facing the mirror and let yourself be pulled back onto your boyfriend’s lap. He slid his cock back inside of you almost immediately and praised you for taking it so well.

“I thought you should see yourself,” he whispered against your shoulder.

You moaned, only able to nod in agreement. You were positioned at a bit of an angle now since you were facing forward, but any discomfort you felt evaporated when Hansol kissed the back of your neck. He unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor.

“Look at you,” he murmured as he urged you to start riding him, “fucking yourself on my cock like a slut.”

“Fuck, Hansol.”

You forced yourself to look at your reflection, straining your neck so that you could see clearly. You made eye contact with yourself only to see a stranger stared back at you. The person in the mirror looked like a fucking pornstar, tits out, legs spread, but also fucked out of their mind.

“Feels so good,” you panted.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Vernon brought a hand down to your clit and started to rub in circular motions, a clue that he was getting close. Your legs were shaking at this point and you could feel your own orgasm starting to creep up on you as he slammed into you from behind.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Vernon grunted.

You met his eyes in the reflection and gave a weak smile. “I know.”

“Fuck, y/n!” He came suddenly with a moan of your name. You watched in the mirror as his eyes screwed up and his whole body tensed underneath you.

“Can I- can I cum?” you begged, not even sure if you’d be able to hold out if he said no.

A mere nod of his head was all it took for you to tip over the edge. Vernon weakly fucked you through it, still riding the end of his own high.

“So good for me,” he managed in broken breaths.

You arched your back against his chest as you came, mumbling profanities the entire time. You tried to keep your eyes open to watch yourself fall apart, but you only caught glimpses.

You collapsed back against Vernon as the aftershocks of your orgasm subsided, gasping for breath like you had just finished running a marathon.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Vernon wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head gently. You were both covered in sweat and cum, but neither of you could find the energy to care.

“Of course.”

You let yourself relax against his body for another moment, observing your reflections in the mirror. Your hair was a tangled mess, but so was Vernon’s. Hickeys were already beginning to bloom on your neck and shoulders, reminders to follow you in the days ahead.

Your eyes wandered up to meet your boyfriend’s, who was already gazing at you tenderly. You shared a brief look and smirked at each other.

“Round two?”

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Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

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Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong. 

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.” 

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.” 

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door. 

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?” 

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart. 

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening. 

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet. 

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot. 

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either. 

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin. 

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.” 

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you. 

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss. 

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound. 

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath. 

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush. 

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him. 

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs. 

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

...

[stope07]

Pain (Void Stiles/Issac’s Sister reader)

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You had always been good at hiding your pain. You hid it from your father, who would abuse you, and you hid it from your brother, who went through it with you.

The only difference between you and Isaac was the fact that he wasn’t left with the immense self-loathing that weighed on your shoulders after your father was killed by the kanima.

You’d hated yourself ever since you could remember. Your body curved in all the wrong places, your grades were always lacking in school, and it didn’t help any when your father solidified any insecurity you ever had about yourself. When he died, you had hated yourself for being happy he was gone.

Isaac had been the only one keeping you going. You’d been in the thick of it together, and he would take the brunt of the abuse to keep you from getting it. He was your big brother, after all.

You hated yourself for getting him into trouble.

When he became a werewolf, he had more to worry about than just you. With the threat of your father no longer there, you found yourself spending more and more time alone. It never felt right to tag along after Isaac and the rest of the pack.

You’d just get in the way.

The scars on your thighs increased the longer you were alone with yourself. Alone with your thoughts. Alone with the hatred. The more problems that arose in Beacon Hills, the worse it got.

You hit your lowest point around the time Stiles got possessed by the Nogitsune.

Looking back now, you’d say it was the unintentional turning point in your life.

That was the day you’d decided to end it. The day you were finally going to let Isaac go. Let him be happy and not have to worry about you ever again. He had Allison now. He had the pack. He had a family. He didn’t need an awkward, dysfunctional sister to ruin that for him.

You were going to make his life easier.

You’d decided to do it in the bathtub. You honestly hadn’t wanted to do it in the McCall’s house at all. You didn’t want to make a mess. You couldn’t do it in the woods, though, because then they’d waste time searching for you.

So the bathtub it was.

When you’d lowered yourself into the tub and rolled up your sleeves, razor at the ready, you heard it. A small chuckle coming from the shadows of the adjoining bedroom. You froze, peering into the darkness to meet a dark pair of familiar eyes.

“Don’t stop on my account, my dear,” he called, leaning on the wall in an almost nonchalant manner.

You flushed in shame, attempting to hide the razor behind the barrier the tub provided before answering, “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

“I could smell your misery since the moment I took control of this boy,” Stiles pushed himself off the wall and made his way to the door adjoining the two rooms. “Your pain,” he spat as he came to stand in the threshold, “Your hatred.”

“S-Stiles?” you whispered, but you knew the thing standing before you was no longer your friend.

“You’re the perfect picture of chaos,” a smirk crossed Stiles’ lips before he quickly advanced on you. Your scream died in your throat as he gripped your neck, pulling you up from the tub. You dropped the razor in place of grabbing the hand that had soon pressed you against cold tile, making it difficult to breathe.

“Those idiots couldn’t sense it. They couldn’t see how broken you are behind those half-hearted smiles you give them. How much you just want to disappear. Well,” he steps into the tub, pressing the length of Stiles’ body against yours, “I noticed.”

You shiver as he nestles his nose into your neck, inhaling deeply, “I can smell it on you.” You feel tears brimming at your eyes and let go of the hand at your neck. This wasn’t the way you’d planned on going, but if he wanted to do the job for you, you weren’t going to stop him.

“Do it,” you feel him pull back and meet his sickly eyes with your own, “If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

The Nogitsune laughs; a full, hearty laugh that reminds you of how Stiles would laugh whenever he was genuinely happy, “Kill you? You think I’m here to kill you?”

Your brow furrows, “Aren’t you?”

“Why would I kill the perfect source of pain?” his hand loosens from around your neck, moving to cup your jaw. “Now, take all of that pain,” his lips are just a breath away, “and give it to me.”

You gasp as his mouth connects with yours, and you go lightheaded as it feels like he’s draining the life out of you. You brace yourself on his shoulders and feel him press his full body against you to keep you propped between him and the wall. His knee goes between your legs, locking you both there.

You hear a breathy groan pass between his lips, muffling against your own. His lips crash against yours in what seems like a desperate effort to get more. More of you. More of your pain. Whatever he was taking from you, you found yourself giving it freely as the kiss went on.

He wrenches himself away from you, panting as he wipes his mouth. He keeps one hand entangled in your hair as you look at him in a daze. Your heart is beating ferociously and you’re gasping for air nearly twice as hard as he is. Before you can even think a coherent sentence, he seems to have regained enough composure to grip the back of your head by your hair and roughly pull you to focus on him.

“More,” passes through his kiss-swollen lips as he attacks your neck. You feel that same lightheadedness as he latches onto your pulse, his free hand sliding up the hem of your shirt. As he takes more from you, you find it to be an almost ecstatic feeling. You’re unable to stop the moan that rips from your throat as he bites down, taking blood with the pain.

You feel your hands move on their own accord. They go to his messy hair, gripping him in an effort to just grab onto something. You felt so lost in this moment, as if the only thing keeping you sane were his lips on your body.

“More,” the word comes from your own parted lips this time. What are you asking for? For him to take more of the pain? For him to take more of you? You honestly didn’t know. All you knew was that this was the most alive you’ve felt in years, and you wanted to keep feeling this way.

If this demon was going to give that to you, you’d let him take whatever he wanted.

The Nogitsune seemed to know what you were asking for as his lips disconnected from your neck with a smack and he ripped your shirt off your body in one fluid movement. His hands traveled behind your back, your bra soon following your shirt. Every touch he made seemed to linger, and it wasn’t until he was between your knees, gripping your scarred thighs, that you noticed the black veins that appeared whenever he touched you.

You were still gripping his hair for dear life as he smirked up at you, sliding a hand up your skirt before ripping your panties down to your ankles, “Even now, you’re still in chaos. You’re torn between wanting to feel again, and knowing that you’re supposed to hate me.”

You were about to retaliate when he dragged his index finger along your sex, “After all,” his smirk never faltered as he pushed the skirt up higher, “I am the enemy.” You nearly scream as his tongue darts out over your clit, working its way over your core. You can feel the fox’s grin as he works you over relentlessly, gasps and moans involuntarily ripping from your throat. You know your grip in his hair must be almost painful at this point, but it doesn’t slow him down one bit.

You don’t know whose name to scream out when you go over the edge, panting and writhing against the wall of the bath.

The aftermath of your orgasm is pushed forward by his tongue as he greedily takes all you can give. He detangles your fingers from his brown hair; that damned smirk is the first thing that comes into your vision as he stands upright again.

He leaves you there, in a daze and shivering against the cold tile at your back as he steps out of the tub. He looks back only once as he reaches the door, a Cheshire grin playing at the lips which were only moments before at your most intimate of places.

“Don’t do anything we’ll both regret, my dear. That was the best meal I’ve had in the last five hundred years.”

[mimi-cee-hq]

Wildfires - Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: You're burned from last year's rumours, now fearing any hint of smoke. Yet you can't help, but fall for the childhood friend who's a balm to your wounds.

Genres, tropes, etc: angst with a satisfying and happy ending, angst to fluff, hurt/ comfort, exs to lovers (but not the usual kind), secret dating, drama and romance, but it's still somehow cute because that's just how I write lol

Warnings: false rumours about cheating and an illicit relationship, so it still technically mentions those things.

Words: 1.9k

Author's Notes: Hi Lia (@chimielie)! I'm your ☀️ anon. 🥰 You suggested exs to lovers and hurt/comfort for this prompt and it still technically is those things, but it's probably not what you expected.

If anyone is new to my blog and doesn't want to read angst, here's a cute fluff Atsumu x reader instead. :)

This fic is for the Heatwave Fic Exchange (@heatwave2021). Thank you for hosting this!

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"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

The air is dry and sweat forms on your brow. With the sun beating down, it's the perfect combination for a wildfire.

Atsumu's chin sits on his fist as he avoids your gaze. Lowering your eyes, you stare at the wooden table.

"Did he still care?" you ask yourself.

~*~*~

Plaid skirts sway as two students peek into their new classroom, attempting to be discreet. You hear their whispers from a distance, waiting in front of your own classroom.

"Look! We get Kinjou-sensei this year!" one exclaims.

"Are you serious?" the other asks after letting out a gasp. "I don't know if that's a good thing or not. I might end up staring at his face all day."

"Maybe it'll help you pay attention," her friend snickers.

You clench your jaw as heat rises in your body. They're able to indulge in frivolous remarks, ignorant of how you're left scarred from one fleeting gesture, a tiny piece of kindling that ignited into uncontrollable flames.

Cool hands cover your ears from behind you. Your jaw relaxes and the tension dissipates from your shoulders. You turn around to see Atsumu wearing a scowl on his lips. Sighing as you cross your arms, you ask, "Atsumu, what are you doing?"

"Well if only there was a way to make 'em shut up," he replies with a sharp tone.

You lean away from him and swat his hands back. "You're too close," you tell him.

"Alright!" he says, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll go!"

As he walks away, he crosses his thumb and index finger behind his back, forming a little heart. You smirk at his hidden gesture to you.

"I love you too, Atsumu," you silently tell him as a smile graces your lips. However, it vanishes like the mist in the sun when yet another person calls after him, someone he doesn't know.

You skirt around the other students, avoiding their path, and rush to your desk. There are too many dry leaves around; a single spark can burst everything into flames.

Why does everyone have to know Atsumu?

~*~*~

"I wish you could've been my partner for the project," you say.

Atsumu pours a glass of water and places it on the table in front of you. "You ended up with that new girl, right?" he mentions and you reply with a nod. "She should be safe to work with."

You're startled once again when you hear the chimes from the front door. A rattan room divider obstructs your view of it, but you hunch down anyway as you finally pick up your spoon.

Atsumu sits across from you, sharing something about his team. His eyes dim when he realizes you haven't been listening.

"This isn't working," he tells you. "I thought this restaurant would be better because people can't see us from here." He runs his fingers in his hair, a sign he's frustrated.

"I– I forgot people can still hear us," you say in a low voice.

Atsumu sighs. "Let's just watch a movie at my house," he says. "Osamu already knows anyway."

"You know we can't," you protest. "Not when Hana and Haku drop by so often. They're going to realize we're together."

"But how are we supposed to have any fun when you're so scared?"

"I–" You lower your gaze, eyes unfocused towards your untouched bowl of rice. "Sorry, Atsumu."

"It's not your fault," he reminds you yet again. This exchange has become all too familiar. "Maybe we should finally tell Hana and Haku what happened to you."

"And have them find out the guy in the rumours is their beloved brother?" You cross your arms over your chest and rub your hand on your sleeve. "I still want to be comfortable around them, Atsumu. Ignorance is bliss right?"

His mouth twists before a groan escapes from it. He slouches in his seat and stares at the food in front of you, which remains the way the waitress left it.

"Let's take the train to Tokyo next time," he mutters. "Nobody'll know us there."

Your eyes grow before looking up at Atsumu. "What?" you slowly enunciate just above a whisper. "Don't you know how expensive that is?"

He presses his lips together before sharing his next suggestion. "I know where 'Samu's secret stash of money is…"

You narrow your eyes at him. "No, we're not stealing from him to go on a date, Atsumu."

"Alright," he says, lowering his eyes and dropping his shoulders.

Seeing his expression, you offer another idea. "How about Osaka?" It's only one city away.

Atsumu's eyes light up, excited at the chance of finally getting to enjoy some time with you. Although your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes, you hope leaving the vicinity of last year's wildfires would be enough, for Atsumu's sake and yours.

~*~*~

Your heart beats faster and your throat becomes dry. You weren't getting enough air.

"You're okay," you tell yourself. "She's not talking about you."

"Seriously! That happened at my old school," your project partner snickers as she recounts her story to you. "They even got the kiss on camera too! I felt so bad for her, but it's her own fault for cheating on him."

You begin to feel dizzy, catching a whiff of smoke from another victim's fire. Her words add fuel to a fire that cannot be stopped. Wildfires burn and burn, and are never satisfied until they run out of kindling.

"Oh! I've been meaning to ask. Are you dating Atsumu? The two of you seem really close!"

Your throat struggles to take control, attempting to keep your stomach down; it doesn't want to burn either.

They'll say you're cheating on Kinjou-sensei.

The tongue is a powerful weapon, causing destruction by those who are both untrained and ignorant as well as the truly malicious.

Your knees buckle as you pant for air, your grip weak on the knob. You need to get out.

Atsumu's figure is before you and you relax as he catches you. You never would have imagined that this guy would be your fleeting oasis.

~*~*~

"Let's break up," you tell Atsumu.

You both knew this was coming, yet a bucket of icy water chilled to the bone regardless of whether or not it was expected. Speaking those words aloud shocked you back into reality.

You hesitated dating each other in the first place, but you couldn't help but caress his strong hands when he admitted his feelings for you. Growing up together in your group of five, he was by your side from snotty noses to acne breakouts.

You didn't expect to fall for the hot-head of your bunch when rumours of you dating Kinjou-sensei spread. Atsumu attempted to extinguish every flame he spotted, witnessing your anguish each time you got burned.

"Maybe we can still do this," you say, contradicting your previous words.

"And what? Have ya pass out again every time someone asks about us?" Atsumu protests. He lowers his eyes as he clutches your hand. "Do ya know how worried I was about ya?"

Your heart flutters for a moment before you remind yourself that you can't keep him, the boy who has been by your side for so long.

"Aghhhhh! This is so stupid!!! Why are we suffering because of this made up crap?! 'Kinjou-sensei' had put a bandaid on me a thousand times more than he did t' ya! But nobody gives a crap about that!"

"I'm sorry Atsumu."

"Why the heck are ya sorry?!" he says, raising his voice.

"I– If I was just strong enough... If I could withstand their stupid words"–your lip trembles–"maybe I wouldn't have to choose between you and having some peace."

There's another silence between the two of you. Your fingers are loosely intertwined together, barely holding the fragile string between the two of you, as if it were a wick that would combust and disappear in a split second.

"Maybe we should just run away," Atsumu mumbles aloud.

"What?"

"Ya know, transfer schools. Or even drop out if we need ta."

"Atsumu! You can't! We can't! You have volleyball! And I... this is the only school that gave me a scholarship."

"Agh! Why is this so frustrating?!"

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing, ya idiot! Ya did nothing wrong!" He presses and rubs his forehead with the heel of his palm. "I just… I wish I could do more for ya." His arm drops at his side. "I wish I didn't feel so useless."

Your tears drip down your face. Could they be counted any more? If only you didn't fear getting caught dating Atsumu, terrified that last year's fires would morph into a raging beast. But another wildfire would not only destroy you but also the man you loved. If only your sores healed by now, you could have shown off your boyfriend, disregarding any of the flames.

If only you were fireproof.

But you weren't and now you're forced to loosen your grip on Atsumu, the balm to your wounds, and let him fall out of your hands.

~*~*~

"I hadn't realized you two were still together."

Not even the overworked fan's whirring can drown out the strained silence that follows.

"We're not."

It was three years since you talked to Atsumu, four since rumours first raged through the school. The two of you went through cycles of getting back together and breaking up again every time you learned that fear was still crippling you. Cutting off contact was the less painful option.

Years later, you're at a friend's cottage and Atsumu comes along without knowing you're here as well. Now that high school has come and gone, the smoke has dissipated and the fires have finished their course. You can finally breathe.

But does Atsumu still want you?

To anyone else, Atsumu is bored out of his mind, resting his chin on his fist. Nobody sees his thumb and finger forming a tiny heart.

Your heart flutters and you blink back tears. You attempt to hold back your growing grin, but you have no reason to hide it anymore.

You wrap your arms around him, almost causing him to topple off of his chair, Atsumu letting out a yelp. "What the heck are ya doing?"

You can finally release your feelings for him, openly and freely. The dam opens and waters rush to engulf him before you settle into his embrace.

"I love you too Atsumu," you tell him without a care in the world.

Osamu tells you he changed when you cut off contact. He desired to be a man, not wanting to feel so powerless, and poured himself into things he could do. It paid off.

"Did ya want to go somewhere together? I could even take ya all the way t' Rome if ya want."

The two of you hold each others' hands as the ocean's edge cools your feet. You lean against his shoulder, cherishing the moment that at one point seemed like an inaccessible dream.

You give him a peck on the cheek and smile. "Tokyo seems like a nice place for a date for now."

~*~*~

I hope you enjoyed this fic. :) (And I hope you liked it Lia!!) I guess I can be poetic if I try. lol. I had a whole commentary written out for this fic, but I decided against posting it here and making my author's notes as long as the fic itself. 😂

If you enjoyed this fic, I don't really have any similar pieces of writing at the moment. The only one that's similar is the hurt/comfort Kunimi WIP I've put off writing for so long because I didn't think I could pull off this type of fic. (And also because I think only one person will read it.) The theme in that one is pity/pride because pitiful is Kunimi's most hated word.

Anyway, if you want to see my usual style of writing, I have a cute tooth-rotting fluff Atsumu x reader one-shot. I currently also have an ongoing fake dating chaptered Suna fic, which is probably my best planned fic with the hints and foreshadowing and a nice mix of humour, fluff and shoujo-type angst. :)

I also have a Google form for my taglist if anyone is interested.

[byunmyeon]

Philophobia

↳ pairing: lee suho x reader

↳ synopsis: in a world where a red string connects soulmates, everyone knows who they belong with. except you, who hasn’t been able to see your string since you were a kid.

↳ warnings: language (like one word), a copious amount of angst and heartbreak

— note: there’s a serious lack of suho fics out there so I decided to write my own. lmk if you guys want me to write a second part!

There was something inexplicably eerie about being the new girl in a school that was twice the size of your old one. Not because it was an unfamiliar setting, nor was it because you were painfully shy and terrible at making friends. It wasn’t even your disparaging insecurities that had you feeling so shook. No, it was something you couldn’t put your finger on, something you couldn’t begin to name. A discomfort you could feel all the way down to your bones.

Your inordinate unease swelled into full blown panic with every step you took toward your new classroom. Somewhere in your unorganized mind, you could hear your mom’s reassuring voice. Everything will be okay. You didn’t know if her words held any truth, but you really, really, really hoped she was right. You were being stupid, honestly. There was nothing to fear, but you couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling from your stature. Despite all the undesirable emotions you felt, your breathing was normal and your heartbeat was steady.

It took you a minute to gather yourself. You could do this.

After a very ineffectual pep talk, you finally got your feet to move. Your eyes were cast down as you entered the classroom. The rowdy classroom went silent once your presence became known. You swallowed the nerves and chanced a glance at your new classmates. The reactions were a mixture of curiosity and disinterest.

When your teacher introduced you to the class, you decided to really look at your new classmates. Among the sea of unfamiliar faces, one stuck out. An unnaturally attractive face belonging to an unfamiliar boy. His stare was strange. It was full of an intensity you couldn’t comprehend. You kept staring, in spite of yourself. Fuck. Was it possible for someone to be so attractive?

The clapping of your classmates pulled you back into reality. You were quick to look elsewhere, unable to understand the sudden lurch of your heart.

Suho couldn’t take his eyes off the new girl, more specifically, the string neatly wrapped around her index finger. He watched her carefully. The shy smile she wore was annoyingly adorable, and it made a foreign warmth spread across his chest and along his entire body. The new girl didn’t spare him another glance as she took her seat next to Jugyeong.

Lim Jugyeong.

He wasn’t her soulmate and she wasn’t his, but she was the girl who had unknowingly stolen his heart. That wasn’t about to change because some stranger who he was supposedly meant to be with came into his life with no warning.

Suho looked back to the front of the classroom without looking at the new girl again.

The first time it happened, you wrote it off as fatigue. After all, you had just started middle school and trying to keep up with your new workload as well as your budding social life was exhausting. That day, the color of your string had faded a bit, but it was still visible. By the time you were on your way home it disappeared for a mere second before regaining its color. Days later, it was completely gone.

When your mom first found out you could no longer see your string, she became extremely distraught. It had affected her more than it did you, honestly. She wasted no time in taking you to see countless specialists and psychologists. Anything to keep you from becoming a freak that didn’t know who they were meant to be with. She unknowingly made you feel exactly like that.

Apparently, you were a rare case because every person you went to for help wanted to conduct a study on you and your condition. Fortunately for you, your mom didn’t want you becoming a lab rat and decided to stop seeking out help from strangers. Left with no other option, you went to one person who she believed could help you. An old friend of hers.

He wasn’t a specialist, just a regular doctor who came to the conclusion that a deep, scarring trauma had caused you to no longer see your string. You could remember the heartbreak on your mom’s face because you both knew what that trauma was.

Your mom did her best to help you. Spending more time together and countless hours of therapy did nothing for your condition. Nothing worked. You became convinced that trying to see your string again was futile.

And you were right.

As time went on, you grew used to the unease that had latched itself onto you on that first day. The feeling in your bones settled in like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave. No matter what you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling. Eventually, you gave up trying.

However, something shifted when you crossed paths with Lee Suho.

You two had been put in the same group for a science lab. His attention had been solely on Lim Jugyeong, but there were times when your eyes would meet. Those milliseconds were just that, but to you they felt like an eternity. He rarely addressed you, but when he did, you could feel the pressure weighing on your bones fade bit by bit. That familiar feeling soon shifted into a more comfortable presence that you yearned to feel forever.

It was subtle, but at some point, Suho’s emotionless face changed. The change would last for no more than a second, but it always did when he looked at you. That change had your entire stature seeping with warmth. You vaguely recognized the feeling as something akin to infatuation.

It scared you.

Of course, the possibility that he might be your soulmate crossed your mind, but you quickly dismissed that thought.

Too many times had you gotten in trouble for insisting someone was your soulmate when they really weren’t. Any special bond or feelings that grew between you and someone else couldn’t always be interpreted as the ones between soulmates. You learned that the hard way.

Besides, your soulmate would make it clear to name themselves as such even if you couldn’t see the string.

At least, you hoped they would.

Philophobia.

Before you went into high school, your mom insisted you see one last psychologist with the promise that the one she found was different. Reluctantly, you went to see this woman who diagnosed you with this absurd illness. You felt like it was made up, but your mother was adamant that you did have it.

You knew she only thought that because you had told her you no longer had any interest in finding your soulmate. Her panic was unrivaled after hearing those words come out of your mouth. You wrote off her panic because your disinterest in soulmates was only natural. How could it not when—at the time—it was all your friends could talk about? Talk about being the odd man out.

Okay, and maybe you also weren’t keen on meeting new people because of the fear that they could easily ignore the string you couldn’t see. There was also the fear that if you ever did meet someone you wanted to spend your life with, they could end up not being your soulmate and vice versa.

But those feelings would all fade with time, you were sure.

Hanging out near the back of the school where no one ever went became a regular thing for you. It was the one spot where you didn’t have to worry about your soulmate or anything related to that—a safe place. Until it wasn’t.

“You can’t just ignore the bond you have with her.”

The angry voice was one you vaguely recognized. You peeked around the corner, eyes widening when you saw Han Seojun and Lee Suho in the middle of what appeared to be an argument.

“Why are you bringing that up?” Suho’s eyes narrowed. “Do you still like Jugyeong?”

Seojun’s gaze hardened. “It’s not about that.”

It was wrong to listen on what was clearly meant to be a private conversation, but your feet wouldn’t move. You could see Suho’s anger and irritation from your hiding place, and for some reason seeing him that way made a blistering discomfort latch itself onto your chest.

“You’re being unfair to Jugyeong and Y/N.”

The mention of your name had your insides twisting into an uncomfortable knot. You didn’t understand why or how you had anything to do with the discussion, but you had a feeling the reason wasn’t anything good.

“Just because she’s my soulmate doesn’t mean I owe her anything.”

There was a sharp pain in your chest, one that grew into a searing pain as the seconds ticked by. You might’ve cried out in pain had it not been for the shock that consumed you. In a sudden instant, your vision became blurred with tears as you staggered back. His words were the worst form of torture, like a piece of barbed wire that wrapped itself around your heart.

Your fate was a cruel one, forever bound to someone who refused to acknowledge the bond between you two. Lee Suho was your soulmate, but he didn’t want to be.

It was a cruel reality to have your worst nightmare come to life.

“Is it true?”

Suho raised an eyebrow at you. His gaze didn’t soften like it once did. Now it just remained impassive, almost annoyed. The cold look he was giving you was making you regret even coming to him in the first place.

“Are you really my soulmate?”

“Why are you acting like you don’t know?” Suho’s unaffected stare unsettled you. “You’ve known since the first time we saw each other.”

But you hadn’t known. This entire time you had been driving yourself crazy thinking you were only imagining the connection between you two like you had done countless times after you first lost the sight of your string. Despite wanting to tell him that, you settled for a question.

“What about Jugyeong? Don’t you think she—?”

“Are you going to tell her?” He interrupted you.

You could literally hear your heart crack. Of course that’s all he cared about. He didn’t care whether or not you were hurt and upset, hell, he probably thought you had no interest in your soulmate. But he was wrong, so very wrong.

“Why?” He demanded. “You don’t want me as your soulmate either. You’ve been ignoring the bond, too.”

I can’t see my string! You nearly yelled. The words were clawing at your throat, eager to be released. But you found yourself unable to tell him the truth.

“My soul chose yours,” you said, close to tears. “And a soul just doesn’t forget that.”

For a moment, one that was so quick you thought you imagined it, Suho looked remorseful. Stupidly, it made you hope that he would accept you and the bond that bounded you together.

“Don’t tell her.” His voice didn’t sound like a plea, but you knew what he was asking you to do was clearly important to him. “I can’t loose her.”

And so, you agreed. Even if it meant that your own heart would be left in tatters.

[technowings]

I realized I didn't do a hand update after my last ortho appt so here goes!

TL DR : My hand is still fucked up, just in different ways than I previously thought.

So last appt the ortho left out the very important fact that the enchondroma (noncancerous bone tumor) is not in the spot where the cyst was, it's in my index finger. So on the one hand (lol) it means I don't have to worry about breaking the middle of my hand. On the other, if I injure my hand there's a very good chance that it'll break. 😬 I asked if there was some way to try to keep that from happening and the only option is buddy taping it to my middle finger. Which is feel like would make me more clumsy and more likely to get hurt in the first place. So fun! Mentally I guess im preparing for 'when' my finger breaks instead of 'if'. (The upside to maybe breaking my finger is maybe being able to get away from my shit job for awhile. I'm sure that's a totally normal opinion. My coworker is considering a fishing boat in alaska... )

The ortho gave me a steroid shot and a diagnosis of De Quervain tenosynovitis (fucked up tendons on the thumb side of my hand), the cause of which is ¯\_( ツ)_/¯

If that doesn't help, I need to call him before my next follow up (march) and he'll order a nerve study, which I kind of assume is repeatedly poking my hand/wrist with something vaguely sharp, maybe with electricity, to see where the pain is.

I can also still kind of feel that bag feeling where the cyst 'was' (Apparently the mri shows no sign of it, so what am I still feeling in my hand? Did it scar? Is a scar now causing the trouble?), and it still swells and gets burn-y if I irritate it by typing or doing things like counting money. You know, basically every job ever.

So! This means that my left hand is apparently three kinds of fucked up rn! I think the shot (and or the cbd/cbn that I started dosing myself with) may have helped some, because I'm not feeling the same sort of ache in my lower hand the same way. However, that made the pain in my finger more noticeable today. I'm also not sure if I've just been babying (stop fucking changing it to 'baying', autocorrect!!!) It more recently due to the big painful bruises on my wrist from the steroid shot.

I know it doesn't feel real great in the middle location since I've been typing this (burn) and I had a bad moment earlier when I had such pain in my thumb it felt like a sprain.

I honestly don't know what the fuck is going on with my hand anymore other than 'hand hurty' but at least the ortho seemed like he was paying more attention this time. I still have my appt with the hand specialist in April, which I assume is mostly for the enchondroma issue. I've also got to reach out to my PT to see about more appts. Kind of surprised my insurance hasn't told me to fuck off about the pt appts yet. Still the only thing that really makes stuff fell better is the ultrasound therapy, and now the use ofa TENS unit as well.

I think that's everything for the hand update!