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Help ur charcters r so fun to doodle 💀

Hope ur having a good day baiii~

HI 8UM8LE WHAT HELLO HI THIS IS SO COOL AAAA my new wall paper now hehehehe god I adore how you draw so so much (sobs)

[jimmybutlrr]

The Love, I Have Longed For

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Tall Thick brown-skinned Women

Warnings : 18+. Romance, Mature Content (Cursing and Teasing), "drama"

Summary: She came to a realization that Actors can truly act

A/N: This is my first fanfiction, that I have ever wrought. I would really appreciate critical feedback or just feedback in general. I do hope that you enjoy this, as this is based off of a dream I had.

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“Uhh ooh myyy gooood…I'm gonna cum so much” Estella moaned while gripping Aaron's head. Aaron was sucking, licking and eating her pussy like he had been stranded in the Sahara desert and starved for weeks. With his left hand twisting and pulling at her nipple, he slid his tongue between her lips from underneath her hood to her pulsing hole. “Let that shit out” Aaron said into her pussy, adding 2 of his fat, long fingers driving them upwards, hitting her g-spot helping her reach the thing he's been begging for from the past few hours.

“Fuuuucckkkk” as her orgasm starts rippling through her body, causing her pussy to start clenching around his fingers while her clit pulses in his mouth. “Mmmmhmm” Aaron moans on her clit creating a vibration that begins to overstimulate her causing her to push his head away to stop him from continuing to eat her. “Ok I’m done, no more”. Aaron removes his fingers and slides his tongue all over her pussy, taking one last lick between his wife's fat lips.  He sits up and leans back to get a good look at her swollen, pulsing clit and pussy clenching around nothing. He looks up, admiring his wife, seeing that her eye’s are closed and she is out of breath. Estella slowly opens her eye’s to see her husband, staring at her in complete love and awe. 

She grabbed his big ass biceps, pulling him down, licking the inside of his mouth to taste herself. “Let me put the tip in,” Aaron said, mumbling into her mouth, “As much as I would love for you to stretch me out, we have a party to get to and I now have to shower again,” Estella said, savouring their kiss before she pushed him back and got out of bed. As she was walking away, he slapped her ass and he pulled her back, wrapping his arms around her body, kissing up her neck. He whispered in her ear “Alright but as soon as we get back, you better not fall asleep, because we have a long night waiting for us”. She let out a little giggle, pushing her husband away and walking into the bathroom with him following behind her, closing the door as soon as they entered. 

Estella looked at Aaron while he was driving to their destination, she took in how he liked to keep his hair buzzed or how he had barely noticeable scars on his face, that you would only notice if you truly paid attention to the details of his face. She took in note, the sun hitting his eyes, brightening them so that you could see the mix of baby sky blue and coin like grey in his eyes. The beautiful shine from cocoa butter and shea butter baby oil on his beautifully tanned honey coloured skin. Aaron looked to the side to see his beautiful wife truly considering himself as the luckiest man alive. He turned facing the road, picking up his wife's hand kissing the back of it, he said  “I am so in love with you……..Every moment I spend with you, makes me want to get down on my knees, rip my heart out of my chest, plate my heart on a silver platter and make it yours, so that all I could live for is you” he said declaring his love for his one and only true love, his soul mate, his wife Estella Pierre causing his brown skinned wife to start blushing and staring lovingly, leaving them in a comfortable silence.

He pulled into the driveway, parking behind the many cars in the lot, turning off the car, opening his door, then ran to open the door for his wife. “ thank you, big sexy” Aaron smiled, leaning down to kiss her, wrapping his lips with hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth, roaming her mouth, causing her to moan and slightly pull back “Don’t make me pull you into the back of car, and ride you until I can’t no more” she said sliding her hand down his body and ever so slightly over his bulge. “No, let's hurry up and get inside before I change my mind about this party”. Aron closes the door and locks the car before they make their way up the driveway, opening the door to see all the different people of different professions, from judges to actors to authors. “I know that ain’t who I think that is, yawl finally made it”, said Jayme Lawson, Aarons co-worker said. Smiling, they walked up to Jayme, Estella reaching to hug her first “I was trying to get here earlier but unfortunately we got caught up with something important” said Estella moving to the side, allowing Aaron to hug Jayme next. “It’s nice to finally see Aaron, outside of work instead of cooped up in his hotel “ said Jayme, causing a laugh to fall on those around them. “What can I say I love” - “ I know that ain’t my bestfriend I see” said by Amir, Estella’s best friend. “ohh, you just look tooo fabulous, look at your outfit Dora,” Estella said, letting out a loud laugh. “Uh, you talk too much shit, now follow me and let's go talk about the big, orange, racist bitch made man they just allowed in the election”. Estella, Amir shared a laugh, wrapping their arms around together and walking away for the rest of the group. “Babe, you just gon leave me like that” Estella turned pausing her conversation “Yes, Yes I am, go have fun, I'll see you later” Turning back to her best, they shared a look before walking away to the backyard. Where they spent the next few hours conversing about the bitch made, half dead man, gossip and Megan the stallions new twerk video. “I miss my man” Amir looked over at Estella” In the middle of our conversation ho”, “ Yes, I need just one kiss on my lips”, Amir laughed in disbelief  “Do you mean your lower lips?” causing Estella to smirk, “Mind your business” taking Amir’s hand, she dragged him into the house and went searching for her love in the crowd of people.

As they looked through the crowd of people not seeing him, they walked up to kelvin, she asked “ have you seen Aaron, we can’t seem to find him”, “He said he needed to use the washroom, awhile ago, it’s upstairs” Kelvin said yelling over the music, now starting to wonder, what was taking Aaron so long. Estella and Amir shared a confused look, making their way upstairs. As they got further away from the music, they checked the washroom to see it empty. “ You better call him real quick because there's no way that he just disappeared”, Estella picked up her phone, calling Aaron to hear the ringtone he had set for her in the room down the hall. Estella, slowly picked her head up and turned to look at Amir, seeing him stare back at her. She turned back forward, taking long strides to the room down the hall, bracing herself for whatever. Amir, not far behind her, took her hand, stopping her for a second “Babe, I want you to remember that you are an attorney, a black women attorney at that, don’t make no decisions that could affect your career”. Estella nodded, holding her tongue, so that she could hold in the emotions that she was feeling in the moment, she turned, arms locked with Amir’s, they then walked and walked until they reached the room, hearing moaning and groaning. Groans that she could recognize from a mile away, groans that she heard just a few hours ago.

She put her hand on the doorknob, twisted it open to see a sight she thought she would never see….Her husband Aaron Pierre, Fucking his co-worker Jayme Lawson in the mattress, hearing Jayme tell her husband, she loved him…and him saying…it…back. Aaron felt a weird sensation of someone staring at him, he looked towards the door, his heart dropping as he saw his wife and noticed a single tear slide down her face. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like”. Estella paused her crying, turning to look at Amir, they shared a laugh, Estella reached forward and grabbed the doorknob closing the door, all while Aaron pulled himself out of the women on the bed and tried to put on his pants to be able to reach his wife before she left the house, to then try and persuade his wife that he loved her and only her but it was too late.

Estella already walked out the house, coming to the realization that the love of her life, is only the love of HER life … .as she is not his. 

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Thank u for doing requests ! What about giiving kisses on mob boss Nico’s scars (if any)?🥹🥹

This is so sweet oh my god I’m gonna cry. (This also somehow turned into a smut scene at the end so happy first smut scene of mob boss Nico!)

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope I did it justice!

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It wasn’t a big dead, not really. Just an off-handed remark Jack had made after Nico chirped him for getting a bad haircut.

“You should spend more time worrying about that lip of yours than my haircut.” He’d yapped, motioning to the recently split lip Nico had gotten. “Eventually your girl’s not gonna wanna kiss it better.”

It had healed just fine and yeah for a bit there you’d avoided the raw wound, but now that it’s just a sliver of a scar it’s fine, right?

Nico can’t help it. He’s picking at it, smears of shaving cream still splattered across his jaw and cheeks. He picks at it until the skin of his lip is red and raw, and it hurts so badly he has to stop.

In a frantic spiral he’s suddenly spotting all the little marks on his face. Every scar left over from teenage acne to fist fights to hitting his head on the coffee table as a child, Nico feels manic as he takes them all in.

Maybe he shouldn’t have shaved. Maybe he should’ve let his beard grow out, creep up his cheeks and down his neck to hide all the ugly marks.

Down and down and down the rabbit hole he goes. Wiping the shaving cream off with a towel, Nico spots the ugly mark on his collar bone from where he’d been nicked with a knife. The one on his abdomen from where he’d been kicked with steel toe boots.

Something ugly and ashamed rises in his chest, threatens to choke him. He scrambles out of the bathroom, haphazardly shutting off the light as he rushes to the closet. In his haste to cover himself he misses you already lying in bed. It’s not until he’s yanked on a hoodie and sweatpants, finally able to breathe easy, does he notice you watching him with bewilderment.

“You ok boss?” You ask him, slightly amused.

Nico runs a hand through his hair, feels like throwing up. What if you saw all of them? Like really saw them? Sat in front of him and saw all those ugly spots at once, all his ugly spots?

“Fine,” he mumbles, climbing into his side of bed. He feels stiff and awkward, ignoring your gaze as he reaches to shut off the bedside lamp.

You make a confused noise in the dark and Nico blinks until his eyes adjust. Then he’s lying back on the pillows, staring up at the ceiling. His fingers ache to reach for you, to touch your skin. But he’s terrified of you touching his skin and suddenly deciding you don’t want to anymore.

Stupid fucking Jack and his big mouth.

The sheets shuffle, the mattress moving with your weight. “Nico?” A hand pats down the duvet, then slithers across the blanket until it’s resting over his chest.

“Hm?”

“Baby you’re on the edge of the bed.”

“M’just hot.”

“Maybe it’s the winter clothes you just put on?”

Nico hesitates, scrambles for an excuse. “Not feeling well either. Don’t want to get you sick.”

“You ate three plates of pasta, Schoa. I don’t think that’s contagious.”

Clearing his throat, Nico pathetically shrugs. Something’s welled up in his esophagus, is choking him and he wants you to reach over and make it better.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong or am I gonna have to piss you off first?”

He closes his eyes, feels the weight of your hand on him. That feeling chokes him again, makes him panic until he’s spiting out his worst fears to you.

“Do you still want to kiss me?”

Nico expects you to laugh, to kick at his leg and tell him he’s being ridiculous. But he thinks the pathetic whimper of his words has given away how dire this topic is to him.

“Oh baby,” you breathe out, “I want to kiss you all the time.” You sound sincere, like you’re thinking about kissing him right now. It makes his face hot, embarrassed and insecure for some reason.

His silence is thick, hanging in the air so heavily you have to sit up in bed and crawl over him. Nico can’t help it, his hands moving on their own to find your hips as you push the blankets back and straddle his thighs.

“Nothing could ever make me not want you.” You whisper. In the dark he finds your eyes, the moonlight coming through the window gleaming in them. They look shiny and blurry, warped by the night- no by him. Because he’s got tears in his waterline.

“You didn’t want to kiss my lip,” he mumbles like a child, “when it was hurt.”

You stroke through his hair, press your palm to his cheek. “Because I didn’t want to hurt you, not because I didn’t want to kiss you.”

“What if next time it’s worse? What if the cut is bigger and then the scar is and it doesn’t get better?”

“What-Nico where is this coming from? Did something happen?”

He’s silent, embarrassed again. “Jack said if my scars get any worse you won’t want to kiss them better anymore.”

“Oh Nico baby,” you huff in disbelief. “Have you ever noticed that Jack doesn’t even have someone to kiss his scars better? Who does he think he is?”

You’re right, but he doesn’t feel better. So he just shrugs, makes some weird noise of protest in his chest because he’s scared and hurt.

“Can I please turn the light on?”

Nico leans into your palm, heart thumping loudly in his chest but he mutters his consent. The lamp flicks on and at first he’s blinded. But then you come into view, one of his shirts on your shoulders and you’re pretty hair frizzy on top of your head.

You look so beautiful over him.

“Oh my god, what has Jack done to you?” You ask softly, stroking your thumb under his droopy eyes that are still wet with unshed tears.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles.

Your fingers trace his face, over the soft skin of his freshly shaved cheeks and the slope of his nose. Your thumb outlines his lips, your eyes following its movement with such adoration in them it makes his heart ache.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen,” you say with earnest, stroking the scar on his lip. “No cut or bruise or scar is ever going to change that.”

“Yeah?”

You lean down, ghost your lips over his. “Yeah Nico,” you promise, sealing it with a kiss. He runs his hands up your back, holds you as you trail kisses over the little marks of his face.

Nimble fingers dip beneath his hoodie, touch the warm skin of his stomach. “Can I take this off my love?”

Sluggish, Nico nods. He sits up enough to help you wiggle it off of him, falling back into the pillows as you throw the hoodie to the side.

You sit back, admiring the skin of his chest and abs with your hands and lidded eyes. “All I see when I look at you, is the brave and strong man that I love.”

Sliding down his body, you mouth at his collarbone with soft and needy lips. Nico sighs contently, lets your breath tickle his skin and grows warm at the way you touch him so sweetly.

Sometimes he wonders how you can treat him so softly, how you can take him in those soft hands and turn him into a puddle.

“Baby,” he whines, unsure of what he’s even calling for. All he knows is that he loves you and you’re making him feel so good.

“Let me love on you,” you request, word pressing into the column of his throat. “Let me show you how beautiful and sexy you are Nico.”

He tangles his fingers in your hair, shudders as pleasure nips at his belly and blood rushes to his cock.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

You’re slow and diligent, finding any and every place on him that is marred or changed and showering it in kisses and loving touches. He’s sweating and panting when you get to the edge of his pants, peeling the band down to reveal more and more of the scar there.

“This one’s my favorite,” you say so quietly he almost doesn’t hear you.

“Huh?”

He lifts his head, brain foggy with lust. You peer up at him through thick eyelashes, blinking sultry over the planes of his body. Lips hovering over the mark that trails down the v of his hips and the top of his thigh.

“My favorite,” you mumble into his skin, kissing at the point of his hip. Then you’re pulling his sweats down even more, innocent eyes watching him hiss when his cock jumps free, red and hard against his abdomen.

“Why?”

Your lips curl up, wicked as you bite into the inside of his thigh just enough to make him twitch. “Because I get to see it every time I’m down here.”

Nico’s brain short circuits, shuts down when you bite into his skin again and it feels so good he might come untouched. He doesn’t want to though, not that he needs to tell you that.

You nose at his cock, mouth wet and hot against the base of him and his bones turn to jelly. He falls back into the mattress, widening his legs for you to get closer.

Grounding himself with fingers in your hair, Nico whimpers when you drag the flat of your tongue up his length, gentle fingers wrapping around his girth.

“Baby,” Nico whines again, and you’re already kissing at the thick head of his cock, all teasing flicks of the tongue and lips sticky with precum.

“I know pretty boy,” you assure, sweet and loving. Nico moans, ears growing hot at the pet name. “So pretty, from those big eyes of yours all the way down to your pretty cock, huh?”

His hips buck up, eyes rolling back and he twitches in your hand. Jesus Christ, now he knows why you love when he talks you through sex. The rawness of your words, the truth in your tone, how utterly sweet you sound saying such filthy things.

“Make me cum,” he begs, tugging on your hair encouragingly. “Please just -fuck!”

You swallow him down easy, fitting his cock into your warm mouth just how he taught you. Like it’s habit now, to have his cock dripping into the back of your throat while your tongue licks at the underside of him.

Nico’s so worked up and sensitive he’s already throbbing and threatening to blow his load. That fire licks at the base of his spine, curls his toes and has him blubbering nonsense. You bob your head, drooling down his length and cupping his balls in your palm.

You’re so soft and warm, so loving in everything you do. Nico thinks it might kill him one day, how much you love him. But that would be a hell of a way to go.

His cock throbs, twitching in the hollow of your cheeks and you stroke a free hand over that favorite scar of yours. That’s at it takes and he’s seeing stars, coming so hard on your tongue it twists painfully at the pit of his stomach.

Dropping his hands from you, heavy like his bones are made of lead, Nico fights to catch his breath. Your merciful on him, easy and gentle as you kiss your way back up his torso and to his mouth.

Nico doesn’t peel his eyes open until you’re messily mouthing at his parted lips. Your tongue tastes like him, breath hot and he groans into your mouth as he kisses you back.

“I lied,” you pant when you part from the kiss. “This one’s my favorite actually,” and your pecking a kiss to the scar on his lips.

“Baby you just sucked the soul out of me,” Nico croaks, wrapping his arms around you and pinning you into his sweaty chest. “I can’t take anymore compliments.”

You giggle, touching your nose to his. “It’s the truth this time, I love that one. It’s the first thing I see every morning, the first thing I see after you kiss me.”

Nico hums, smacks a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Yeah? Do you think that’s pretty too?” He goads, smirking when you blush and roll your eyes. “Pretty like my cock? Or pretty like my eyes?”

Laughing, you wiggle in his hold to try and get away. “Oh shut up!”

“Noooo keep telling me how pretty I am, boss please?”

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They accidentally injured their s/o pt2

Warnings: angst to fluff?

Character's: Tyler, Taylor Ashlyn

Part 1: Logan, Aiden, ben

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Tyler Hernandez

You were all in Ashlyn's house taking his parents car keys to drive the Jeep

When we walk inside we heard a loud thud coming from the roof and you, Ben, Taylor looked and saw aiden and Ashlyn

"uh help"

When we help them tyler bust in the room saying that we should hurry up

As we got down a phantom attack you tyler was gonna attack the phantom with his weapon, only ended up hurting you

A light suddenly shine towards you causing the phantom to evaporate and tyler cutting your arm

(you still have an arm its just a big ass scar)

Tyler's eyes widen and saw aiden he was the one who light the flashlight towards you he wanna burst to anger but he was worried about you

He holds you and your arms to stop bleeding and went running to the jeep

As you all got there Taylor was driving crazy, if only I'm not injured I would scream so loud

"OPEN THE GATE"

I heard some scream as we got there tyler gave me to Ben while he puke

"what happened to her?!" Logan said looking at you, then tyler wipe her mouth

"you!" Tyler said looking at Aiden, then Aiden look at Tyler confused

"if you hadn't shine the flashlight to them they wouldn't be in this situation" tyler said starting to walk towards aiden then Taylor stopped him

"maybe his just trying to save (name) lets just calm down and go to (name)" Taylor said holding Tyler's shoulder

He grumble and nodded when he got there you were already patch up then you look up to see Tyler you stand up only him saying that you should sit down and kissed you're fore head and hug your head you let your head fall in his chest

"I'm really sorry if i was careful and not act to fast i wouldn't hurt you"

"it wasn't your fault tyler, and if you're asking for another sorry i forgave you already"

You two sat there in a comfortable silent

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Taylor Hernandez

You two are at the top of the wall just relaxing you two were laughing, chatting you two were a perfect couple

You two were keeping an eye on the phantom until one of the light went off

'what?!' you thought then you saw a phantom going up you two were running towards the phantom while shouting

"HEY HELP THE LIGHT WENT OFF THERE ARE PHANTOM!" everyone look up and saw many of them

Everyone got they're weapon and went up while you and Taylor was struggling

Suddenly a phantom jump on Taylor causing her to fall down

"TAYLOR!"

Once you jump towards her she kick the phantom causing you to meet the back of the phantom and you well into the buses

"oh no oh no (NAME)!!"

She went down towards you hugging you then the light was fix thanks to Logan's science

"ARE YOU OK?! IM SORRY IM SORRY I'M SO-" "shh" you cut her off and telling her you were fine

"can we just.. rest my back hurts" then she noticed a scratch on your arm and face her eyes started to tear wiping you're cheeks then hugged you

You saw where she's looking earlier you had a big fat scar on your hand

Her head was on your shoulder "dont worry.. I'll be fine i promise"

She smiled and so as you

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Ashlyn banner

She was so focused to get the jeep she hadn't noticed you

You were running behind her but as you were running a phantom attacked you pinning you down all of them got in the jeep not noticing you were left behind

You're eyes were widen when you heard the jeep start and left you

You thought they abandoned you

But as soon as they got there Ashlyn was looking for you

"(name)?..(name)?... Were are they"

They all looked around and like oh shit we left them. Ashlyn push Taylor not hard but enough to get out of her grip

"open the gates.."

"what?"

"i said open the fucking gates"

Logan nodded as he press the button then Ashlyn went inside the jeep

"w..wait you still not look feeling well-'

Taylor was cut off when Ashlyn close the door and went driving towards the gates they close the gates behind her

When she saw you she stopped the jeep and attack the phantom she kept stabbing it

When she finally got to kill it she scooped you and went to the jeep

As soon as Ashlyn got there she took the bandaids and wrapped you Taylor help her because she was shaking so hard

"please wake up please wake up" she kept mumbling hold your hand tight

Then an alarm clock was beeping she wasted no time to get ready for school even her own parents were confused as soon as she got in the bus she didn't saw you on your spot

She was panicking then a hand suddenly grab her it was Ben then he pointed were you are you were lying down

She suddenly felt relief your ok

When she sat down you felt her presence

"Taylor?" You said as you sobbed in her chest " i thought you abandon me because you hate me" your words hit her so much

Then she cupped your face " i would never abandon you I love you so much, I'm sorry i didn't notice you i really had a head ache causing me not to realize you were left behind"

She explained as you hugged her tightly "then lets rest for now"

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Damn Ashlyn's part is so long

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[raffe156]

Spoils of War

Pairing: John Price x f!reader (Tank) OC

Warnings: Smut/nsfw, 18+, unprotected sex, mentions of violence, Possessive Price, Dom!Price, rough sex, age gap in my head Price is 41, fluff at the end

Summary: You make Price jealous, end of hahaha 

A/N: Thanks for so many likes and reblogs on my last post! Possessive Price has got me in a hold and I really like this MC and Price dynamic, got more ideas and wips for them :)    @yeyinde and @irnbru32​ this one's for you two!

Please as always comments and feedback welcome 

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank

3:00am 

You glanced at the alarm clock on the small side table. You knew you needed to get up, but Price had you trapped under his arm you were tucked right into him. His soft snoring in your ear. You traced a scar on his forearm the hair had not quite grown back. The man was like a space heater, you could feel it coming off his bare chest. You were just in his T-shirt but you could feel yourself sweating. The Ac unit had broken days ago on the Los Vaqueros Base, you had asked Alejandro to fix it god knows how many times only for him to respond with “Maybe you shouldn’t be wearing so many layers querida” followed by Rudy apologising for his Captain.

You tried to turn yourself in the small cot so you could put your foot on the floor, but Price gripped you tighter to him.

“Not trying to do a smash and dash are you love?” - The sleep was thick in Prices voice. You turned your face back to him.

“Yeh your my 1am booty call John…I’ve got Ghost pencilled in for 3:30…” - You laughed, but you noticed the change in his body.

“Oh I'm joking John…I need to make sure Im at least back on my side of the base before everyone wakes up…can't be seen doing the walk of shame back from my Captain's room can I? knickers in my pocket…speaking of which can I have them back please…their on your desk” - You sat up on your elbows. Price looks over at his desk your black underwear draped over his desk lamp.

“No…Keeping them thanks…spoils of war and all that lot” - He mirrored your body sitting up on his elbows a smirk on his face.

“Spoils of war?…John you can't keep my knickers…I'll take your boonie hat then...I think I'd suit it” - You got up moving over to the desk to swipe your underwear and his beloved hat his top just covering your arse. Your weren’t fast enough he was up and already at the desk your underwear in his fist, he gave your arse a slap for good measure.

“Now now…got to be quicker than that love, even half asleep you can't beat me” - He was feeling cocky now. He eyed you up and down god did you look good in his T-shirts. He leant back against the desk you could see the outline of him in his boxers, fuck he was handsome. You slinked over wrapping your arms around his neck hugging your own elbows noses pressed together.

“It’s ok you keep them…ill ask Simon if I can have my lace ones back…” - you sighed leaving the whisper of a kiss on his cheek. You pulled away feeling pretty smug with yourself.

Why was he feeling like this? He knew you were joking, but the image of Ghost with his hand on you…you clawing at him while he’s buried deep in you. Him hearing the soft sobs as you cum saying his name…his tongue all over you…Price felt like his blood had turned to acid and it was boiling through his muscle into his bones.

“Have you seen my pants…cause your not keeping them as well…” - You looked over at Price, he looked like a storm cloud.

“what’s the matter? You know I'm joking don't you?” - you walked back over to him cupping his face. Your eyes were pleading with him. You and your big mouth. Price didn’t say a word instead he started kissing you, but it was all teeth, biting greedy, rough.

“Mhmmm….slow down John…”- You tried to pull away but he had you locked in his arms, he moved down to your neck, biting and sucking at it so it left marks. He wanted to mark you as his.

“John don’t, your going to leave marks and I'm not wearing a neck gaiter for the next few days in this heat…ahhh!” - he had bit your shoulder.

“Call me John one more time I dare you…I'm your Captain and I think you need reminding of that” You could feel him on your thigh he was hard, and you couldn’t lie it was making you wet.

“Yes Sir….Captain” - Your heart was racing.

“That’s better…on your knees” - He said pulling his cock out of his boxers, the tip already leaking, you did as you were told.

“Open your mouth…tongue out” Price could see you squirming on your knees. He was going to enjoy this he thought as he slapped his cock off your waiting tongue. You wrapped your mouth around him softly licking the underside of his head. You looked up at him as he slid further down your throat.

“That’s a good girl…” - His hand snaking up into your hair.Price growled as you took him as deep as you could, He was moving your head for you, he hit the back of your throat causing tears to well up in your eyes, he wiped them away with his thumb and pulled out leaving you drooling and gasping for breath but it was short lived as he thrust himself back down your throat and held you to his base your tongue flat to his balls. You tapped his thighs. Fuck the oxygen was leaving your brain, but you could feel how wet your were.

“Alright, easy now take a breath” - Price pulled your head back, saliva on your chin, he wanted to ruin you. You were trying to steady your breathing, you liked this game and wondered how far you could push your Captain. Price could see the look in your eye you were scheming, well he was going to put a stop to that.

“You have 5 seconds to get on the bed…or I'm using my belt on your arse”- He stepped away from you reaching for his pants to unloop the belt his cock bobbing against his stomach. You didn’t waste any time getting to your feet and crawling on to the bed where you waited for further instructions from your Captain.

“Good girl, 6 seconds, but i'll let you off this once…” - he slapped the belt together. It made you jump but the spring in your stomach said otherwise. Price grabbed your wrists slipping the belt over them pulling it tight. More marks you thought. He raised them above and over your head leading you to lie on your back arms reaching towards the top of the cot, tying the other end to the metal rail headboard. A nervous laugh escaped from your mouth. Price noticed you pull your knees up defensively. He cocked his eyebrow at you not a chance your were hiding now. He bullied his way between your thighs pushing your knees apart leaving your bare. He loved the sight of you spread out for him on display, loved the way you couldn’t help buck your hips up. Loved the way your squirmed under his gaze like it was burning you. He was right his gaze was searing into your skin causing your blood to rush and thunder in your ears. You were begging him with your eyes to brand your skin with his touch.

“Look at you…all laid out for me…or would you prefer Ghost between your legs looking at your wet cunt?” - He was smirking as he traced the inside of your thigh with his rough hand, his thumb grazing over you slit. You were feeling brave and wanted to see how far you could push your luck.

“Ghost would already be eating me out like it was his last meal” - Your grin bit at him you could see it in his eyes. Price knew you didn’t mean it you were trying to get a reaction out of him, but he couldn't help the image that formed in his mind.

“Oh I’m sure he would…in fact I know he would be, any of the men on this base would be I wouldn’t blame them either” - Price lowered his head , you could feel his breath on your sensitive skin an inch away from your throbbing cunt.

“I've seen the way they all look at you…wondering what you sound like when your moan, when your begging for it, how you would feel pressed against them tight and hot…” - Price swipes his tongue flat over your folds, flicking the tip off your clit. He takes a quick glance up at you you face is buried in the crook of your elbow, he can hear your panting the dry heat suffocating you. He’s toying with you but your answer got you what you wanted, you always got what you wanted with your Captain, his face buried in you his beard rough on your inner thighs. It was short lived just as you were wading in, Price removed his mouth and replaced it with the sting of his hand the pain spreading up your body.

“For fuck sake…” - You where reeling at the sudden shift in touch. Price gave you a cruel look as his fingers prodded into your cunt thick and heavy, curling up hitting you just right causing a choked moan to escape, his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing tight circles. You eyes screwed shut as he applied pressure to your abdomen.

“Fuck…John, please…” - Your pleas cut short as he corrected you with another slap to your pussy.

“What did I say about calling me John?…I'm your fucking Captain…”- Price was enjoying this and he couldn’t help feel sorry for you, but you need to be taught a lesson. He sat back resting your legs over his bare thighs he loved the dirty scowl on your face. He gives you that eye crinkling smile but it's laced with smugness and you wanted to kick it off his face. Before you get a chance to kick out Price lines himself up with your centre, rolling your clit with his tip coating himself with you, it sends sparks up your spine that crackle through your nerves. He slides his T-shirt up your body exposing your hard nipples kissing in-between them, rough, nipping kisses, he sucks a bit too hard on one of them leaving a pink hue that will bloom into a dark purple love bite by the time the sunrises.

“Please…Sir…” - Your begging his cock resting at your entrance you can feel your walls clenching around nothing and your really cant help let out a little sob the frustration getting to you.

“That’s a good girl…see your….learning” - Price rammed his cock in, not giving you the time to adjust around him like he usually does. No his rhythm is heavy and powerful each one you feel him at your cervix, you arch your back while your bitten breasts bounce with every thrust. You cant even choke out a moan, the sound of his hips connecting with your arse and thighs is obscene also his swings are causing the headboard to hit the wall, someone was going to hear you.

“Think Ghost or Soap could fuck you till you couldn’t speak love?…After the other night I bet they have wanked themselves dry at the sight of your naked wet body…but i'm telling you now i'm going to make sure they know how good you get it from me…” - he growls, slamming back into you making your eyes roll back in your head. Your caged under him his arms resting either side of yours, he wants to hear you, he needs to hear you. He starts to bite at your neck, licking it his beard scratches you face. There your on the edge he's dragging your walls with every pull of his hips, its pooling in your stomach your going to snap open. You want him to snap you open.

“OH FUCK!…” - You cum, your legs shaking around him its loud, but you don't care.

“Feels to fuckin good love, your so fucking tight, want me to fill you up…” - Price can feel your walls tightening around him pushing him into his own realise.

“YEs…Plea…Fuck me…i want your cum in me Captain!” - You sob the words out, desperate. Price is drunk on the sounds your making as he fucks you rough and hard, the sounds filling the small room, he groans loudly as he cums inside you, panting your name.

He falls to the side of you his cock still twitching inside you, he presses his forehead to your temple. You both try to catch your breath. Price reached up to unbuckle the belt from your wrists, the skin scorched from the rough fabric. He made a mental note to kiss them better later.

“So does this mean I can have my knickers back?” - Your voice is wrecked and dry as you turn your face into him.

“No and dont ask again” - He chuckled lifting his head up to kiss you softly this time. Priced wrapped his arm around you tightly. You were back in the same position as when you woke up you glanced over at the alarm clock 3:35am

“Shit i'm late to meet Ghost…” - You laughed ringed around the room. Price looked at you like your were deranged a smirk creeping at his mouth.

“Really woman? Your going to be the death of me?” - He nudged you back into him, You laughed.

“No really John…I need to get up…In 10mins everyone is going to be gearing up for the brief with Laswell and I don't want to be scurrying back to my room with the best part of you running down my leg thanks” - You tried to push your way up, but he was stronger despite being nearly half asleep again.

“John…really…let me up” - You really were struggling now. Price wasn’t budging he wanted you to stay there with him in your own little bubble, because once you left this room you both had to resume your roles, him making sure you didn’t get yourself killed, you barking back at him for doubting you.

He made another mental note to ask you when this was all over out on a date, dinner and drinks, but for now he was happy like this in your little bubble.

“shhhh shhh…love just give me 5 more minutes” - He felt the lull of sleep pulling at him, his mind showing him the life you both could have together, he could hear you laughing, sing song voice as you danced around the kitchen belly round with his baby glowing and beautiful, two more running at him hands open and sticky. He wanted that and he was going to do everything he could to get it.

[johnwickb1tsch]

Young!John Wick x Model!Reader Imagine

Imagine you are the love of John Wick's life...

You meet in Paris when he’s a young man. You spend a mind-blowing night together, and watch the sun rise from Sacré-Coeur. He disappears, and you’re devastated because no one has ever made you feel that way, and you’re certain you’ll never see him again. But throughout the years he keeps finding you as you travel for work. He kisses you silly in the Gamla Stan of Stockholm, makes you cum on his fingers in a dark club in London, and when he leaves you utterly wrecked in Rome you know that you’re in love with this man. You don’t know exactly what he does for a living, but you’re not stupid. You’ve memorized every inch of his body, and you notice as his collection of scars multiplies over the years. You are half convinced he's a spy, but then there are the tattoos...ominous as they are captivating, they suggest membership in a darker world than the shadows of international espionage. You cannot reconcile it. How can this sweet man, this man who makes you laugh, who brings you joy and such exquisite pleasure, be a part of such a violent occupation? When you finally get up the courage to ask him he just shakes his head, and says it’s better you don’t know before kissing you in that way that utterly scrambles your brain cells.

-It all started in Paris with a broken heel... You nearly fell into traffic, but a strong arm around your waist snatched you back from death.

You hid against his chest for a long moment, even though he was a total stranger, because he felt so safe. You were in Paris for your first Fashion Week—and you were so lost. It’s the 1990s, a dark age in which we didn’t have handheld computers to pleasantly tell us where to go, and we used archaic documents to find our way known as paper maps...And you’d left yours in your hotel accidentally.  

You look up to see kind brown eyes fixed down on you. “Are you alright?” You hate to think it, but you are so relieved to hear an American accent. You have been yelled at no less than three times in French that day, and even if you totally deserved it, you're a bit gun shy now.

“Yes. Thank you. Jesus, I...” You look at the traffic barreling by at breakneck speed, a chill running down your spine. “Thank you,” you say again. You look up at him, really look at him, and realize you're in the arms of the most handsome man you've ever seen—and you work in fashion. 

“You're welcome.” 

He seems as taken by you as you are by him, and for a stretch of long moments you just stand there staring at each other like moon-eyed idiots. He looks down, suddenly shy. It's totally endearing. “Sorry,” he apologizes, releasing you slowly. You teeter on your broken heel, and you can tell he is ready to grab you again if he has to. This protectiveness makes a surprising warmth bloom in your heart.

“Do you...need help getting somewhere?” he asks. You wonder if it’s that obvious you’re lost. Usually you'd be wary of that question from a stranger. You've dealt with so many creeps throughout your life. But somehow you sense that he’s sincere. 

“I guess I'd better get back to my hotel.” 

Sebastiano was going to kill you. You broke a $600 pair of heels...well maybe Gucci should have made them better, the lazy bastards. 

“Can I get you a cab?” 

With your broken heel, you guess you’re not hoofing it back. “Sure.” He hails one down, and you’re delighted when he climbs in with you, speaking to the driver in perfect French, bless him.

“Where are we headed?” You give him the name of your hotel, and he repeats it the way it’s supposed to be said. Oh. No wonder the previous drivers gave you such contemptuous looks… You took Spanish in high school, ok? You can read French but have zero experience speaking it.

When you arrive at the hotel your savior thrusts a wad of Francs through the window before you have a chance to even open your purse, and helps you out of the cab. You are totally leaning against his arm more than you have to. You can feel the hard curve of his bicep beneath the fine fabric of his suit, and it makes you a little giddy. Only once you’re safe in the lobby does he seem willing to release you, though somehow your hand has ended up in his, and you find you don’t really want to let go. “Are you doing anything later?” you ask boldly, before he can disappear back into the bustle of Paris and you’ll never find him again.

He pays you a melancholy smile that squeezes your heart for some reason. “Unfortunately, I have to work,” he says. You make a pouty face that draws his attention to your lips. The intensity in those dark eyes is thrilling. “Maybe if I finish early…I could join you?”

You know you grin like an idiot at this suggestion. “I’ll be at the Versace afterparty. I could…have your name put on the list?”

This seems to amuse him for some reason, his mouth twisting in a smirk. “I can find you,” he says, and your heart flutters. In fact, when he presses his lips to your knuckles, your heart attempts to flutter right out of your chest.

He turns to go but you call, “Wait!” He pauses. “What’s your name?”

The smile he pays you is heart stopping. “Jardani,” he answers quietly. “But everyone calls me John.” You bite your lip, nodding, very pleased with this new bit of information, sensing that maybe he’s told you something just for you. “I hope I get to see you later.”

He nods too, touching your cheek lightly. “You will.”

It sounds like a promise.

-You should be beside yourself with excitement because you’re walking your first runway in Paris, and this could be the moment that makes or breaks your career, but the real reason for your nerves is the hope that you’ll see him again.

-The show goes great. You kill it. Sebastiano, your friend and the designer you’d modeled for, can hardly contain himself. But you find you’re just watching the clock ticking down the seconds until later.  

-John does find you later. You have a drink, and you dance, and from the adoring way he looks at you, you feel brave enough to ask if he wants to go someplace quieter. You go for a little walk, and even though it’s the wee hours of the morning you feel perfectly safe with this man. He kisses you on the Pont Alexandre, his hands in your hair, and your fingers curl in the lapels of his jacket to hold him to you. You ask if he wants to go back to your hotel, and he agrees. This man looks at you like you are something irreplaceably precious, and you don’t know how you’ll let him go.

-He is strong. In your hotel room he picks you up by your thighs and presses you into the wall, kissing you senseless before carrying you to the bed. His hands are calloused, but he’s so gentle with you. He touches you like you were made for him, like he was born knowing how to make you see stars. He claims you with his hands and his mouth and his big, beautiful cock deep inside you, and you know you’ll never be the same after this. You’ve been disappointed so many times that you almost don’t know how to handle an encounter going this well.

-When he stirs in the blue light of pre-dawn your arms tighten around him. You’re not even awake yet, but you don’t want him to leave. He kisses you behind the ear and you practically purr. “Want to see the second most beautiful sight in Paris?”

“Yes,” you agree.

“Bring your camera.” You’d told him about your interest in photography. Maybe modeling was paying the bills, but you’d actually majored in fine art, and minored in literature. Naturally, your interests make for shit at paying bills.  

Sleepily you get dressed. It takes a little longer than usual because you can’t stop kissing each other between pulling on garments. Soft, slow kisses that curl your toes. You sense deep down that every one of them is infused with apology, and goodbye. It breaks your heart, but greedily you’ll take every second with him you can get.He takes you to Sacré-Coeur in the heart of Montmartre, the very roof of Paris. You sit on the steps and watch the sun rise over the city, fiery oranges and pinks painting the sky and rendering the buildings aglow. It truly is beautiful, but you don’t lift your lens to try to capture it. You sit with your arm linked with his, and experience this moment with him as fully as you can. You want to remember everything.

“You didn’t take a picture,” he teases once the sun has cheerfully risen above the horizon.

You pull out the camera and frame him in your lens, his sleepy smile and bed-mussed hair. You feel something shift in your heart as your finger depresses the button. Click. You’re not sure if it’s the camera in your hand, or something settling into place in your heart that has always belonged there.

“Now I have the first most beautiful sight in Paris,” you say.

He laughs at that. “I meant that was you,” he insists, lacing his fingers with yours, kissing the back of your hand. He takes you to breakfast, and you enjoy dark coffee and delectably crafted pastries with your legs tangled together under the table. Afterwards he takes you back to your hotel, and in the gilt-appointed lobby somehow you know what’s coming.

“I have to go,” he says sadly. You actually believe his regret isn’t an act.

You nod, leaning into his large hand on your cheek.

“I’ll never forget you, y/n.”

A shuddering sigh escapes you, and you close your eyes. You are not going to cry.

“Likewise, I promise you.”

You don’t exchange any further information. You know that if it was possible to see him again, he would have offered it to you. There is something mysterious about this man. Something almost…forbidden, and a part of you knows that the little time you stole together was a precious gift.

He kisses you one last time, a passionate, soul-rending thing that leaves you utterly weak in the knees. He says nothing more, pressing his forehead to yours one final time before turning to go. You watch his tall, dark form exit the hotel into the Paris morning, and you know he’s taking a piece of your heart with him as he goes.   

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tbc because goddamn this got long...

part deux >>

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Beast

Words: 967

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Remus, for the third time that week, woke up drenched in sweat with his heart racing. The same dream. He transformed back into himself and found Sirius’ thoroughly mauled and mangled body before him. The part of his brain responsible for self-loathing was really kicking it up a notch lately.

He rolled over and just as he was about to open the curtains around his bed, Sirius peeked in from the other side, making him jump.

“Fucking hell, Padfoot!” He hissed, clutching his chest.

“Sorry!” He frowned, “Just came to see if you were ok.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Remus pulled the blanket up to cover him to his chin.

“You’ve been having nightmares again.” Sirius shrugged. “You talk during them, sometimes.”

“No, I don’t!” Remus wanted to crawl under his blanket and never come out. “Do I really?”

“Yeah. There’s been a few mentions of my name lately.” Sirius said carefully. “And you’ve been avoiding me.” Fuck. He should have known that Sirius would notice Remus pulling away.

“It’s… the wolf,” Remus said quietly.

Sirius looked over his shoulder. “Bathroom window.” Remus nodded and then got out of bed, pulling a jumper over his scarred torso.

They crept to the bathroom, Sirius cast a silencing spell and opened the window. It was wide enough for both of them to lean on the frame, shoulder to shoulder while taking in the clear sky. Sirius lit a cigarette and handed it to Remus, before lighting one for himself.

“It’s been the same dream, three times this week.” Remus paused to take a long drag, “I transform back into myself and you’re there on the floor in front of me, completely… I’ve killed you.”

Sirius looked at him, then pulled him into a hug. “That sounds horrible.” Remus nodded. “Have you seen Pomfrey for some dreamless sleep?”

“No. Didn’t want to bother her.” Remus muttered.

“Well, that’s where we’re going before breakfast.” Sirius let Remus go and went back to his cigarette. “Do you think you deserve to suffer or something?”

Remus choked, “What?”

“When your mood is low. Usually about a week before the moon… it’s not that you stop caring for yourself, but it’s like you believe that you don’t deserve to be happy. Like, you’ll feed yourself and shower and sleep, but that’s it. If you’re aching, you won’t take a pain potion, which, might I add, is literally what they’re for, Remus. If you have nightmares, you won’t talk to Pomfrey, fuck, you wouldn’t have talked to anybody if I hadn’t had… You deserve good things, Moony. I hate seeing you suffer.”

He sounded so raw and vulnerable that Remus didn’t know what to do with himself. “I think, when my body starts to hurt, or when I have these nightmares, or I can’t sleep, or whatever, it’s just a reminder that I’m not actually human. I’m a beast. Or a monster. And I always will be. In that moment, I don’t feel like I deserve any relief. I know that’s not what you want to hear, sorry.”

When Sirius turned to him again, he looked so sad and Remus’ heart broke a little bit. “You deserve the world, Moons. You are a good person, you deserve to not be in pain, you deserve to be happy, you deserve to be loved,” Ok, where did that come from? “You deserve everything. Do you not see that having these dreams isn’t because you’re a beast or a monster, but it’s because you’re terrified of hurting people? Of hurting me. How can that make you a monster?”

Remus threw what was left of his cigarette out of the window and stared at his friend. He took in the crease between his eyebrows, the dark circles under his eyes, the starting of stubble across his jaw. Even when he was distressed, he was so beautiful.

“Thank you.” He said eventually. “I hadn’t really considered that.” Sirius nodded, “I don’t know that I believe it, but I want to. That’s a start, right?”

“Yeah,” Sirius smiled sadly, “It’s something.”

“Did I wake you up?” Remus didn’t know what time it was.

Sirius frowned, “Yeah, but I don’t mind.”

“I mind!” Remus hissed, “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for! For fuck’s sake, Remus!” He was glad that he’d cast a silencing charm because the volume at which he'd shouted would definitely have woken James and Pete. Remus froze. “Can you just let me take care of you for one night without apologising? Let me love you, you unbelievable prick!”

They were silent for a while. Remus’ mouth had dropped open and he continued to stare, and Sirius had gone back to looking out of the window.

“Pads, I—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He said in a low voice. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“But, would you let me love you?” Remus almost whispered. “Not to be self-deprecating and all that shit again, but do you understand what loving me entails?”

“I’ve loved you for a long fucking time. Of course, I do.” Sirius snapped. “I don’t care about whatever people are going to say. I care about you.”

“Well, I love you… so… there’s that.” Remus’ neck was bright pink, and it caught Sirius by surprise. “I think the nightmares… It was only ever you, never James, Pete or Lily. It’s what would hurt me the most.”

“Well, all the more reason for dreamless sleep then.” Sirius looked at him with a slight smile.

“Would you be mad if I told you I have a bottle in my drawer?”

“I’d be absolutely furious. Now, let’s go back to bed.” He grabbed Remus’ hand and led him back to his bed, grabbing the potion from the drawer before he slid under Remus’ blanket.

[danikamariewrites]

Hi , love I absolutely love all your writing

I dont know if your requests are still open if they are could you write a azriel comfort fic if you're comfortable writing where his gf shows him her sh scars and they both cry in eachothers arms and hug eachother and az now has a shadow attached to her by her side when he's away to protect her ?

Brave

Azriel x reader

A/n: hi anon, thank you so much. I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while now. I used to struggle with sh as a teenager. I won’t go into my whole story but if you struggle with sh please know you’re not alone and I implore you talk to someone whether it’s a therapist, your best friend, sibling, parent etc. There are people in your life who love you very much and want to help you.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, mental health struggles, angst. Please don’t read if these topics trigger you!

As you were doing the dishes last night your sleeve slid up higher than you intended it to go. You knew Azriel saw your scars from the look on his face but he didn’t say anything about it. You knew he wouldn’t but it was time to come clean about your past.

Centuries ago, your mental health took a turn for the worst and you hit a low point. You were so depressed and convinced no one in your life cared about you. You felt so alone and isolated you just wanted to feel something other than that emptiness in your chest.

So you took out on yourself in the worst way. It went on for years without anyone in your life noticing. Or so you thought. Your mother found out and was distraught. She held you crying, telling you she was going to do everything to get you the help you needed.

You healed mentally and physically, but you were still self conscious about the scars you left behind. You had yet to tell Azriel about your past. Both of you took your time opening up in your relationship not wanting to rush anything. He only recently told you about what his stepbrothers did to his hands.

Tonight, you decided it was your turn to open up. Entering the sitting room you cleared your throat. Azriel looked up from his book at you. He gave you a small smile as you fidgeted under his gaze. Padding over to the couch you sat next to him.

“So…I know you saw the scar on my arm last night. And I want to tell you what happened.” Putting his book down Azriel held your hands, rubbing the rough pads of his thumbs across your knuckles. “You don’t have to if you feel like you’re not ready. I don’t want to push you to do something that makes you uncomfortable.”

The corner of your mouth twitched up as you looked down at your joined hands. “You’re not forcing me to do anything Az. I promise.” He dips his head motioning for you to continue. Slipping your hands out of his you move to roll up your sleeve to show your boyfriend the grouping of thin scars on your forearm.

Azriel’s eyes widened. He looked up at you, face scrunched in pain and confusion. “Centuries ago I-I hit a rough patch. Mentally. I thought I was useless and no one wanted me. I was lonely, I had no friends, and my family was preoccupied with my brother’s achievements.”

You started getting choked up. Your eyes watering with each word. It had been a long, long time since you had told anyone close to you what happened. But you were glad you were telling Azriel. He cares about you so much you’re sure that you’re in love with each other. You think he might be the one you spend the rest of your life with.

Clearing your throat you continue, “So I started hurting myself. It went on for a long time before my mother intervened. But I’m ok now. I saw a therapist and I’ve worked through it all.” Azriel reached out slowly, cradling your arm in his hands gently.

You feel tears fall down your face quickly. Blinking them away you weakly smile at Az. When he looks at you, you’re shocked to see tears of his own wetting his cheeks. It was rare Azriel cried in front of anyone. “Thank you for trusting me. I’m so sorry you went through that y/n.”

The softness of his voice broke you. It wasn’t like his usual quiet manner. This was pure hurt for someone he loves. Azriel pulls you into his lap, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he rocked you lightly. You felt his tears in your hair as yours soaked his shirt.

You had never felt so cared for and accepted by anyone in your life. Azriel always knows how to comfort you, making you feel safe. “I love you, y/n. And I’m always here for you if those thoughts ever come back. Please, please know that you are wanted, and perfect, and you bring me so much joy.”

Leaning away from Az a little you cup his face, wiping away his tears with your thumbs and smile at him. “I love you too Azriel. Thank you, for always knowing what to say. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He leaves a slow kiss on your forehead before standing with you in his arms.

“Let’s get some rest, yeah?” “Yeah” you whisper, pressing your face into Azriel’s neck.

[wannaeatramyeon]

UR WRITING IS LIKE SEROTONIN AHH MORE STUFF LIKE THE URGENT BATHHOUSE MEETING PLS🙏 it was so funny

Me, thinking everything that I say is funny: 🤣😂

Everyone else: 🧍🏻‍♀️

Don't need to read this for continuation, but Part 1 here.

SOS Men of Lookism: Urgent Bathhouse Meeting Part 2

!! Spoilers for latest arc. Massively breaking the fourth wall. Part 3

Another call for a meeting in as many months.

Samuel's lip curls as he reads the invitation. He doesn't remember the rest of the men being so needy.

Once again, they find themselves in the bathhouse.

Many absent this time, having made their peace with the storyline and their development. No obvious division to be seen, although they have naturally split into their own groups.

Still, the room is full of intimidating and powerful men naked and half merged in the water.

Sweat drips down their chiselled bodies, beads of water collect and pool in collarbones, rolling down hard pecs and sliding across cut abs.

The dampness from the vapour leaves a slick sheen on any exposed skin, highlighting scars and muscle. Hair damp, tendrils curling at the nape and locks framing their face. (Gun's 438 panel and the fan's reactions still at the forefront of most of their minds.)

Few of their usual guard and defenses are left, instead the heat of the water and the steam softens their edges, making them placid and pliant. Their voices mingle together, filling the air.

"Hey fuckos," Vin places an arm each around Hudson's and Jay's shoulder, "Do I complete the team or what. You guys are lucky to have me."

"It's nice to see you," Daniel agrees as the two blondes shrug Vin off, "Although it would be good to have Mary too,"

"True," Vin scratches his chin in thought. "Haven't see her in like 200 chapters."

"Yeah bro, when's our backstory dropping?" Taejin adds, sitting a little further away.

"Fuck OFF asshole, I'm not talking to you!" Vin throws a punch towards his former friend.

Vasco, ignoring Vin and Cheonliang's business, interrogates Jace about the status of his beloved Burn Knuckles, checking that all the welfare of his crew is ok.

"-And I like your earrings." Vasco inspects Jace's right ear.

"Thanks," Jace's hand reaches up to fiddle with his new jewellery, "It was painful, but I guess we're really going for Gun's vision with your scar and our leather jackets too."

"What about you?" Zack observes the rest of Allied with disinterest, instead seated besides Johan.

"I dunno. I really miss Eden and Miro," Johan worries his lip between his teeth, "I've been in this coma for forever."

"Shame." Samuel comments with a smirk as Jinyoung cackles next to him.

"Aish!" Sinu exclaims in frustration, "I can't believe I got arrested again. Yeonhui has been giving me grief non-stop."

"Huh? I thought it was unclear with you. Didn't you make it out?" Brad's brows knit in confusion as Jason shrugs.

"Sorry man," Jake apologises anyway, looking sheepish and scratching the back of his head.

Jerry, along with the other members of Big Deal, assures their boss that it's fine before addressing their No.6. "Lineman, looking forward to your power up."

Lineman gives them a winning grin, chest puffing with pride.

Taesoo watches a young!Gapryong wading towards him and the Kwak brothers. Their conversation stops, silence falling upon them as they notice his presence.

"Forgive my interruption," Gapryong starts, "Taesoo, please tell me how you managed to appear in so many flashbacks?"

Jichang's eyes drift over to Taesoo, "Share your secrets, Ansan."

Eli, standing bare by the showers, examines his reflection in a mirror, "I'm thinking of going blonde again."

Warren watches his friend, quickly losing interest in the conversation. "I [don't] care-"

"NO!" Goo jumps out, "There's too many blondes as it is." His fist waves in Eli's face. "I'M THE OG!"

"Put that away," Gun shoves his partner's hand roughly, "You'll find that that is Jay Hong."

"You fucking-!" Goo aims a kick in his direction, and a fight breaks out.

"So... what usually happens here?" Baek Hangyul directs to DG and Eugene, the three of them lazing in the water together.

Eugene gulps as he eyes up Hangyul's torso and abs, thinking that he should up his own workout routine.

And it's not that he is insecure with his body, but he can't help but shrink below the water a little when sitting in the middle of these two sex symbols.

"Not sure," DG says, running his fingers through his pink tresses and watching Gun and Goo squabbling at the far side of the bathhouse. "More fan service, I guess."

[softguarnere]

Hey. I'm really sorry if I came across pushy or impatient bc that was not my intention at all. Of course school is more important. I hope you like my ideas but if not that's totally fine.

Ok, so here's the first one. You have been a member of Easy co. through almost the whole war. Down in the mud with them and forced to wear the same uniform. Other than being the only girl in the company you just blended in with the guys. That is, until the end of the war came.

My request is a headcanon of the guys reaction to seeing you actually look like a girl for the first time. I mean the works; pin up hair, make up, killer dress, and heels. Also, if it's not too much trouble could you please make sure to include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? If you want to include any of the other boys please do. Thanks!

Hey hey! Me again sending in my second idea. Again you're the only girl in Easy co. and at some point during the war you took quite a bit of shrapnel; especially to your chest and abdomen.

This is another reaction headcanon request (of a more romantic nature) of the guys seeing all your scars for the first time during a more private moment. Again can you please include Doc Roe, Babe, Malarkey, and Liebgott? Thanks! ❤️

Since you sent two requests, I decided to combine them for the sake of ease and time.

Even though I'm a writer, I'm a historian by trade, and I've never been comfortable with the whole "unexplained sole female member of the company" because I could never stretch my imagination to come up with a proper explanation for why that would be, so I hope you don't mind that I had to change it slightly. I also don't write NSFW, so the second part had to be left pretty vague.

Because of the time crunch, these haven't been proof read or edited!

Reactions to seeing you dressed up for the first time, and later, your battle scars

Doc Roe

When a women's division was added to Easy Company, a lot of the men found themselves getting somewhat distracted

If he's being honest, then yes, Gene has spared a glance at some of the women. But he's been so busy with the constant work of being a combat medic that he hasn't noticed anyone in particular

Until the end of the war, that is

Everyone goes wild once Berchtesgaden is taken. People are looting the jewelry and clothes for themselves, for friends and family, for sweethearts back home

And you happen to take a dress and some jewelry that make you absolutely sparkle - when Gene sees you for the first time, it takes his breath away

Once he works up the courage to talk to you, the two of you take it slow

With everything that has happened and the fast pace of the war, he completely forgot that you took some shrapnel back in Bastogne

You seem so ashamed when you first show him the scars it left you with, but he thinks nothing of it

"We all got 'em," he assures you

"You don't."

"Yeah, I do." He places your hand over his heart. "You just can't see 'em."

Babe

Okay, I think he would actually take notice of you for the first time after the war

It's at an Easy reunion. He happens to look up from his drink as you walk in

He chokes, which draws Bill's attention

"Who the hell is that?"

Bill squints over at you. "Oh, I think it's (Y/L/N)."

"Who?"

"(Y/N)? From the women's division, remember?"

Babe tilts his head. "No."

"Well, she looks different outta uniform, I guess."

All this to say, Babe has taken an interest in you, and he has no qualms about telling you exactly that when he (re)introduces himself to you

You have a great time at the reunion, and although you and Babe keep in touch and become close, he's a little shocked to realize how many things he didn't know about you

Like about the scars that the war left you with

You're shy, almost timid, when you show him, even though you trust him by now

"I had no idea," he admits.

"I don't usually bring it up," you hesitate before continuing. "It, uh - some guys haven't liked it. It makes them uncomfortable."

Something about the way you say it is so open and honest that Babe can't help the rush of emotion that comes over him. He grabs your hand and squeezes it tight

"Then doll, they weren't good enough for you."

Malarkey

Unlike the others, he knows you got hit, because he was there

But it's not something that he thinks about. He's busy trying to forget the war, after all

And as the war draws to a close, he gets so used to seeing you in your Ike jacket and thinking about how it makes you look like some sort of goddess of war that it's distracting

It's not until your last night in Berchtesgaden, when your relationship becomes official, that he learns about the scars the shrapnel left you with

"Does it hurt?" he asks, immediately remembering that awful day back in Holland when he saw you go down as the shrapnel struck you.

"No." You only smirk. "You should see the other guy."

He knew there was a reason that he liked you so much.

Liebgott

Listen, he's such a flirt that I'm convinced he noticed you before and has been subtly throwing flirtations your way throughout the war

But once he sees you at the war's end in a dress and some bright red lipstick that you stole? WOW - you're a knock-out. The pin-ups back in the States have nothing on you, and he simply can't wait another second to make a move

"Hiya, your Highness." He kisses the back of your hand and gives you a deep bow. "My name is Joe. Have we met before?"

All the other women would be giggling while watching the interaction. You can only roll your eyes, trying to hide the heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Maybe once . . . in your dreams."

Joe has always thought you were pretty, and he'll think your gorgeous no matter what

Seeing your scars has a different effect on him.

The anger that would course through him at the realization that the war left its mark on you in the most literal sense? Unmatched.

"Joey," you have to tell him, hooking his chin with a finger and guiding his gaze back up to your eyes. "If it makes you uncomfortable I can - "

"No." He grabs your hands. "Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to make you self-conscious. I just - "

"I know," you assure him. "No use being angry now, though. The damage is done."

But he doesn't want you to see it as damage. And slowly, he comes to see it as character instead; one more piece of you that makes you who you are - and reminds him of why he fights.

[chosen-hero-inari]

Whumptober Day 6: Bad Coping Mechanisms

Scars in your heart

A deep breath in, then out. Again, and again.

He’s fine. He reminds himself that he’s fine, that nothing can hurt him right now, because he’s safe here, in his room.

Akito picks at the sore where the cuffs were and tries to calm himself. He’s scared of nothing, a half-remembered nightmare that obviously featured her but nothing else specific.

It’s not enough to call Toya, to wake him up and make him worry.

So Akito is fine. Really! He has to be.

The next day at school, everything’s a blur. He’s tired now, never did get back to sleep.

“Hey Shinonome!” One of the guys from the soccer team pats him in the back and Akito leaps out of his skin.

Stupid, he’s jumping at shadows. How long has it been now, six months? He’s a second year now, he’s older, he should be over it.

He feels An and Kusanagi’s concerned gazes drilling into the back of his head like a hole, and he knows soon others will notice and follow suit.

Because if they, the ones who saw, who rescued him were worried, then something serious must be wrong.

Akito curls his hands into fists so tightly his knuckles are paper white and he focuses on the literature passage in front of him.

Get through the period, then the day, then the week and eventually he’ll be over it.

Tsukasa-senpai stops him in the hallway and asks something, and Akito doesn’t listen because he can see the concern in his eyes and knows he’s trying to cheer him up, which he doesn’t need.

He eats lunch on the roof alone.

Three hours left.

The rest of the day is easy, he answers questions when he’s called on, the teacher looks at him like an idiot a couple of times, but he genuinely doesn’t care if he’s right or wrong, he just needs the day to be over.

Some of the guys from the soccer team ask him to help as he’s walking briskly towards the gates at the end of the day, and Akito smiles and waves them off but it’s not right, something’s wrong because now they look bothered.

Whatever, he’s not going to think about it, he just runs home and curls back in on his bed and now he’s really fine. He’s really actually fine and safe and can calm down and wait for this stupid scared animal in his chest to leave him alone and stop screaming about him to watch every corner in case she’s behind it.

The door opens.

Akito’s breath stops but he swallows. He’s not stupid it’s fine.

He looks up and it’s just Toya and he leans back against the bed. Toya wordlessly climbs next to him and wraps his arms around him.

“Want to talk about it?” he asks.

“No. ‘S stupid.”

“This about singing or…”

“Her.”

“Yeah, ok. Wanna take a nap?”

“Stay?”

“Of course, why do you think I’m here?”

“Thanks, partner.” And for the first time all day, Akito feels relaxed.

[doumadono]

Umm hey if it would be ok to get a comfort/fluff request. See I had an absence removed from my stomach and I have this really nasty scar and it makes me feel really ugly. If you could write it as an Aizawa x f!reader that would be great. Thanks (sorry to bother you)

A/N: scars often come with stories of strength and resilience, and they are a part of what makes you uniquely beautiful. It's completely natural to have moments of self-doubt, but please remember that your scar is a reminder of your courage and your journey. It's a testament to your ability to overcome challenges and keep moving forward. You are not defined by your scar; you are defined by your inner strength, your kindness, and the love and support you offer to those around you. Your beauty shines from within, and I hope you can find comfort in that truth. If you ever need someone to talk to or simply want to share your feelings, I'm here for you. Also, you're never a bother!

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In the cozy dimness of your shared apartment, you sat on the couch, tracing the contours of the scar on your stomach with your fingertips. It was an uninvited guest from a surgery that had saved your life but had left you feeling a bit self-conscious.

Aizawa, your husband, noticed the sadness in your eyes and approached, concern etched on his face. "Hey," he said softly, his usually stoic expression softened with affection. "What's bothering you, my love?"

You sighed and looked up, meeting his caring eyes. "It's this scar," you admitted, your voice tinged with self-doubt. "I feel so ugly with it."

Aizawa crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his. "You're not ugly," he affirmed, his tone unwavering. "It's just a little scar. That scar is a testament to your strength, a reminder of how you overcame a tough situation. It's a part of you, and I love every part of you, my sweet kitten."

You couldn't help but smile at his words. Aizawa always had a way of making you feel better, even when you doubted yourself. "Thank you," you whispered, your heart swelling with gratitude.

He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You're beautiful," he said, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "And I'm lucky to have you."

Aizawa's tender affection filled you with warmth, and you leaned into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you nestled against his chest. The soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear reassured you.

As you enjoyed this moment of closeness, Aizawa began to speak softly, his voice like a lullaby, "Remember the time we went on that camping trip and watched the stars?" he asked, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "You looked so mesmerized by the night sky, and you glowed with wonder. That's when I knew how truly beautiful you are."

You smiled, the memory of that night flooding back. "I felt so at peace," you admitted.

Aizawa's lips brushed against your temple. "And the time we made that ridiculous attempt at baking cookies? You had flour on your nose and chocolate chips in your hair. I couldn't help but laugh, and you looked so radiant in that moment."

You chuckled, recalling the mess you both had made in the kitchen. "I can't believe we ate those cookies."

"We might have needed some super-strength toothpaste afterward," he added with a grin.

As the two of you reminisced about your shared experiences, your insecurities began to melt away. Aizawa's words and the memories you cherished filled your heart with warmth and self-assurance.

He pulled back slightly, his hand cupping your cheek as he looked into your eyes. "You're beautiful not just because of your appearance but because of who you are, the moments we've shared, and the love we have for each other."

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a sweet, tender kiss. It was a kiss filled with love and appreciation, a silent exchange of gratitude for the comfort he had brought into your life.

Aizawa's arms tightened around you, and he held you close, his warmth enveloping you like a protective shield. "I'm here for you, always," he whispered, his voice a soothing promise.

You rested your head on his shoulder, feeling cherished and loved. Aizawa's presence was your safe haven, and his words were a balm to your soul. With him by your side, your scar was just another part of the beautiful mosaic that was your life together, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[starsfic]

Spicynoodles prompt: since a lot of people write about MK being attracted to Red’s muscles maybe write the reverse?

For example, the gang is at the beach and MK is eating his ice cream but it falls on his shirt and jacket. Red sees him taking it off, but he never expected to see MK has *muscles* and notices his trans scars too.

MK: Red, you ok?

Red: I..I..am… fine……..

The Weather Station attendant looked nervous at the sight of him.

Red Son didn’t blame them. After all, if he were in the presence of such a mighty demon prince, one who had taken over this establishment, he would be nervous too. A hand grabbed his shoulder and a warm chime spoke right against his skin. “Private deck three, please!”

Except he wasn’t a mighty demon prince right now, he was here to hang out.

After everything that had gone down, it was decided that everyone needed a break. Not just one day, like today, but a long break. Thankfully, the universe seemed to agree. Especially with Red’s luck with Noodle Boy gripping his shoulder, his body warm against his.

The attendant relaxed and nodded. “Head up the stairs,” he informed. “We have a free ice cream bar, make your own tanghulu, as well as a private pool-” Before Red could take in the entire list, Xiaojiao squealed, “Free ice cream!” And then he was being yanked past the attendant and up the stairs, Xiaotian laughing as he held onto his other hand.

The private deck was set up very nicely. As stated, there was a small private pool with what had to be the ice cream and tanghulu bar. There was even a control panel to control the weather.

Red decided to ignore that.

He arranged his stuff on one of the chairs. Xiaotian and Xiaojiao had left their stuff on the floor in the quest for ice cream, so he found himself picking up their stuff and arranging it on the chairs next to him. If he took the chance to have Noodle Boy next to him in order to sate the warmth that had been growing in his chest, he was busy at the ice cream bar. He couldn’t say a word.

(He ignored Sun Wukong’s eye wriggle.)

Red sat down on the chair in time to watch the blue man yell “POOL TIME!” and jump in. The pig yelped as the water sloshed over him before the scholar cackled and hopped in. He couldn’t help a snicker at Wukong’s own yelp as he turned his face to the sun and allowed himself to soak.

“Awww, my shirt!” Red looked over at the whine. Xiaotian stood there, some ice cream on his shirt. It looked like chocolate ice cream based on the brown. He whined as he eyed the stain. “Well, this is something that’s gonna go in the wash.” He set his bowl of ice cream down and yanked off his shirt. 

Red felt his hair spark alight.

He was no stranger to being drooled over. He could never forget how wide Xiaotian’s eyes got when he took off his shirt and revealed his toned form. That had sent him onto a cloud of pride the rest of the day. Now, however, it seemed to be his turn.

And what a turn.

The Noodle Boy was slightly chubbier than him, thanks to the pig’s love language of food. That didn’t hide the muscle that was clear as the younger man stretched. Not even the scars littering his form, including two scars under his chest, ruined the look. 

“Red?” Shit, he was looking at him now. “You okay?”

Red nodded and felt his hair spark at a snicker. Still, he couldn’t look away, not with that fine view. “I…am fine.”

Definitely fine.

[bbyquokka]

a garden of flowers

– in which yn gets a special tattoo !!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | hwang hyunjin x gender-neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | fluff – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐂𝐖 | platonic relationship, trans masc reader (FTM), tattoo artist hyunjin, top surgery scars – if i have labelled anything incorrectly/missed warnings pls lmk!

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𝐀/𝐍 | i got sent a video a while ago (i cant find it now, sad) so i wrote a lil something that was inspired by the video. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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“hi. i heard you do specific tattooing.” you smile at the employer. he looks up at you, tattoos decorating his muscular arms and fingers, pierced nose and lip with a stretched ear. he smiles at you warmly and nods.

“that's us! each employee does specific art and tattooing as well as piercings. anything you want in particular?”

“i don't have an idea for the design per say but i have a relatively big scar that i want incorporated into the tattoo.”

the employee hums and nods as he listens to you, soaking up all the information. his curly hair falling in front of his eyes which causes him to have to push his hair back every five seconds, revealing an eyebrow piercing and a small face tattoo above the brow that you didn't notice at first glance.

“and where is the scar, if i might ask?”

“my chest.”

“ok! we have the perfect employee for that. give me a sec.” you nod, thanking him as you watch him walk to the back room, jumping as his loud voice bellows out through the store.

“hyunjin! customer for ya!!”

“jesus changbin! do you have to shout?” the man named hyunjin comes out of the back room, rubbing his temples. hair long and dyed black with streaks of red. half up, half down. eyeliner lining his lower water line, septum pierced and a few tattoos dotted on his skin. “you're going to scare the customers.”

“please. they love it when i shout.” changbin smirks and winks cheekily, causing hyunjin to blush faintly and gently push him. “and i know you do too. you love it when i’m vocal.”

“fuck you, binnie.” 

“you wish.” 

hyunjin rolls his eyes before approaching you. he clears his throat before extending out his hand to shake.

“hello. i'm hyunjin.”

“hey hyunjin. i'm yn.”

“so yn, tell me about this tattoo design?”

“well, i don't have an idea per day but i do have a scar across my chest that i want to incorporate.” hyunjin nods.

“well, you've come to the right store. i specialize in tattoos that are centred around scars whether that be cover ups or something else. if you don't mind, i would like to brainstorm some ideas with you and do a few doodles.”

“sounds perfect!” you grin.

“great. right this way.”

hyunjin and you spend an hour or so brainstorming ideas. you showed him your chest scar, specifically telling hyunjin what you’ve visioned, however, you want the end design to be a surprise to you. you were a  little worried about showing hyunjin your scar but, much to your relief, he didn't judge. in fact, it seemed like he didn't care at all.

“can i ask you a personal question?” hyunjin asks as he drags the tattoo needle along your chest. you wince a little in pain, taking a few deep breaths before speaking. 

“go ahead.” hyunjin wipes away the ink with some tissue before returning back to tracing the outline.

“how did you get this scar?”

“top surgery.” 

“oh! i see. how was that?”

“fucking scary but so so worth it.”

“oh really?”

“yes. to wake up from surgery to look down and see that my boobs have gone, was a huge relief to me.”

“how was it? the whole process and whatnot?”

“lonely.”

“lonely? why?” hyunjin's eyebrows furrow together.

“ever since i told my friends and family that i'm transgender, they just left.”

“that's pretty shitty of them.”

“well, people fear what they don't know. knowledge is power and when people are met with something that's unknown or unfamiliar to them, they run away in fear because they don't understand. i would have happily educated them but… yeah.”

“how did you know that you’re trans? sorry if this is too personal by the way. please stop me if i'm overstepping.” you laugh softly and shake your head.

“no, it's ok. honestly, i wish more people like you would ask.” you look up at the ceiling as hyunjin tattoos you. “i guess i've always known from such an early age but because i was young, i didn't understand why i wasn't like all the other girls that were interested in dolls and make-up and disney princesses.”

“what were you interested in?”

“the standard boy stuff. diy, football, mud, eating worms. i liked shorts and t-shirts, not dresses and ballet shoes. as i got older though, i understood a lot more. told my parents and they told me it was just a phase. well, they made me believe it was just a phase.”

“fuck. that's rough..”

“well, the whole process has been rough. months and months of waiting to be seen by doctors. appointments after appointments. a huge waiting list just for T. and to top it off, mental health issues.”

“i assume knowing you're in the wrong body fucks with your mind; to put it politely of course.” you laugh and nod your head.

“pretty much, yes. looking in the mirror and seeing that my hair and face was changing, y'know facial hair and my voice getting deeper was good but then when i strip naked, look down and see i have boobs and a vagina, it's just heartbreaking. it takes a toll on your mind.”

“why do you want me to incorporate the scar instead of covering it?”

“because i'm not ashamed of it. it's part of my journey. i want to show it off and, even though i do miss my breasts in a weird way, i'm proud of myself for making it this far and for being strong. i'll never be ashamed or hide who i am now because i've spent years hiding and feeling ashamed.”

“i like you yn. you're strong and know what you want in life.”

“thank you, hyunjin. it means a lot to me.” you smile softly at him as he grins at you, eyes crinkling at the corners.

“so, are you done now? with your breasts gone and whatnot?”

“maybe. maybe not. i've been debating about bottom surgery but it costs twice as much as top and well, it's a whole new thing to get used to. i'm completely transforming my intimate area for something new and unknown. in a way, yes i do want bottom surgery but i know i'll be alone during the process.”

“i'll come with you.”

“what..?”

“i'll come with you. i'll hold your hand and be there for you, whether you decide to do it or not.”

“hyunjin, we barely know each other. you're a tattoo artist that’s tattooing my chest.”

“ok. and? i like you yn. platonically of course however, i can't deny this strong connection that pulls me to you. hearing your story, i want to protect you and be the friend that you've always wanted and deserved. you shouldn't have to face something that's this big alone.”

“it's just surgery, hyunjin..”

“yes but it's a major thing to you so you deserve to have someone there by your side. to have a familiar face to wake up to.”

“and if i don't decide on the surgery?”

“then i still want to be that familiar face to wake up to.”

“hyunjin, i–”

“look–” hyunjin turns the tattooing machine off and looks at you. “whether you decide to get bottom surgery or not doesn't make you any less of a person. you're still you and you should look back on all the great achievements and be proud. masculinity shouldn't tackle or dominate you, you dominate masculinity besides, gender is fluid these days so be what you want to be. just as long as you are happy, healthy and comfortable then who gives a shit.”

tears roll down your cheeks slowly. you wipe them away with the back of your hand as you sniffle, hyunjin smiling softly at you before finishing up the tattoo.

“thank you.. i needed that.”

“we all need that extra love, regardless.”

a comfortable silence falls upon you both. the buzzing sound of the machine tattooing your skin being the only thing ringing in your ears. one hour later and hyunjin turns off the machine before gently wiping the extra ink off your skin.

“ready! want to see it?”

“fuck yes!” hyunjin laughs before standing up. you follow suit, following him to the full length mirror.

you gasp in awe and shock as you look at your new chest tattoo. flowers of various shapes and sizes decorated in a line along your scar. butterflies and bees for that extra touch and design. 

“holy fuck.. thank you. thank you so so much hyunjin. i love it.” tears well in your eyes before falling down your cheeks. hyunjin laughs softly, his own eyes welling up.

“ah fuck, now you've got me started.” you both laugh as you wipe away tears. hyunjin wraps up your chest tattoo and tells you about aftercare. 

as you gather your belongings and walk to the door, you turn on your heel and give hyunjin a gentle and genuine smile

“thank you for today, hyunjin. it's nice to know i have someone to lean on in the future.”

[anticanonsposts]

Lunar Embrace-Chapter 4

cw: fem pronouns used, allusions to nsfw themes, spooky?

word count: 1,130

As the howling continued she found herself feeling very thankful that she was on an upper floor of the cabin. As if that would really make a difference if someone or something got in. She didn’t even have a weapon. Now usually she was very kind to animals, prey and predators alike, but the howling this creature was producing wasn’t like anything she’d ever heard. Eventually the howling seemed to get farther and farther away from the cabin, and y/n drifted back to sleep. 

Almost comically, y/n’s eyes fluttered open in the morning, around 9am, to birds chirping and the sun beaming through the windows down onto her. After getting up, using the bathroom, and putting pants on, she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen/dining area. There she met with König, sitting at one end of the wooden table. He looked as though he had been awake all night.

König’s eyes wandered up toward what was making noise and they landed on y/n’s form. His shirt draped lazily over her shoulders, exposing the left one slightly due to its size. He had had one hell of a night, rougher than usual and he wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and tune everything out. But he gave her a small smile and mumbled good morning through his mouth full of eggs and ham he had made as soon as he got home. 

Y/n’s eyes narrowed onto him once more, really taking in everything. The bags under his eyes made it seem like he hadn’t seen sleep in a month, and it looked as though there were several bruises forming on his arms and chest…That’s when she realized that he was shirtless. She tried not to gawk too much, but she couldn’t help but notice his build. He looked incredibly strong, even for a lumberjack, but again she saw copious amounts of bruises, scars, and gashes across his chest and back. ‘So this is why he is such a good customer,’ she thinks quickly, before responding to his greeting.

“Good morning König! I hope last night wasn’t too difficult and that the horses are ok.”

“Oh yes, thank you they were fine. The storm was just tough to get through.” he responds, averting his gaze from hers.

It seems like he was neglecting to tell her some crucial event from last night, but she didn’t pressure him. “Well, I should get going, I don’t want to intrude any longer!” she says, turning to pack up her bags. 

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea” he says and continues when y/n gives him a prying look. “Oh umm, this morning before you woke up someone from a neighboring village to ours said that there was a lot of strange animal activity last night and that the authorities are advising people to stay inside for the next few days….Unless of course you have urgent business back home?” he finishes, feeling increasingly nervous. He didn’t want her to think he was lying, or that he was just trying to keep her captive. 

“I-I would offer to escort you back myself but….” he trails off before repositioning so his left leg is out from under the table, exposing a huge gash across his shin and a very swollen ankle. “I just don’t know if its a good idea for you to go out on your own..I’m not saying you couldn’t take care of yourself, please don’t think that, I just-” he starts to ramble thinking that the absolutely blue any chance he had with her. 

But she interrupts and says, “No, don’t worry, I don’t think that at all. I do think that that leg needs tending to, with gentler hands” she quips, trying to lighten up the mood slightly. 

“I would appreciate that,” he replies.

So y/n got to work gathering salves, tonics, and bandages to help him. He pulled out his chair from the table, and she situated herself near his feet to get a better look at his wounds. She racked her brain to try to figure out what could have possibly happened to cause these kinds of wounds. But she pushed those thoughts aside so she could focus entirely on making him feel better. She noticed that although the injuries were severe, he was not bleeding as much as she thought he would, and things that normally stung didn’t seem to faze him much.

While she was cleaning and wrapping the wounds, she told him that she had also noticed weird animal activity the previous night. She described the strange howls she heard and that she even considered looking around his house for a knife or gun just in case. At that he let out a hiss as she was pulling the gauze tightly around the gash on his shin. 

“I’m sorry,” she musters. And just replies with a small smile and shake of his head.

“Thank you very much, and I don’t want to ask you for anything else, but I am exhausted. Would you be able to help me up the stairs?” he asks, sounding even more kicked down, if that was possible, than before. 

“Well of course, especially if I am camping out in your house while the monsters of the world wreak havoc outside.” she replies giggling. But his eyes quickly leave hers at the word monsters and he responds with what sounds like a strange chuckle. 

Normally she would overanalyze his reaction and think herself sick. But her nurturing instincts kicked in and she acted as a human crutch getting up to his room. Finally more or less flopping him onto his bed she gets some pillows for under his ankle and makes sure he has water on one of his nightstands. 

“Thank you, again. I know I am not being the greatest host right now.” König says with a small smile, trying to prop himself up on an elbow. But y/n quickly hushes his worries and gently but firmly pushes his chest back down with one of her hands. A hand, that König noticed, was so much softer and warmer than his, so much gentler, so much kinder. 

Before he could make any further objections she scampered back downstairs, assuring him that she could entertain herself while he rested. And König’s heavy eyelids closed and he drifted into a heavy sleep. 

Y/n found a few books on König’s shelves to keep her occupied and even took a small nap herself, after fixing herself something small to eat and tidying up the kitchen. As she drifted into her nap she tried to push out the carnal thoughts flooding her mind now of his hands, chest, arms, and everything else about König, telling herself that she was getting far too ahead of herself. 

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Day 4

After your little biting incident from the day prior, the toy Xisuma had accidently named after his sibling had yet to leave your side. Though after breakfast he had gotten you to take a proper bath the toy was left on the counter so it wasn't soaked. The rest of his plans included trying to get you to learn how to read, write, and maybe speak. He also wanted to give you your player tag and communicator despite your inability to use it yet.

After your bath Xisuma had lead you to the couch humming as he sat you down In front of the coffee table. Now he happened to find a couple short and pretty easy books from his own childhood and he sat you down and slowly started teaching you how to read. This became your new morning activity along with learning how to write.

Xisuma made no actions to force you to talk , but he made sure you keeping up relatively healthy eating habits. He also presented you with a communicator. He wasn't quite ready to give you that small bit of magic that helped one build , and store items but you could have a communicator for emergencies.

He felt bad about your wings still not being free but he gladly let you run around. He took you outside letting you run to your heart's content as he brought you over to Scars bed shop, and had you pick out a bed which he paid for no problem, just a diamond.

Looking around you were in awe. So many soft and plush things in one area. One thing you noticed was a couple of plush animals similar to the one that of Void. Thinking about it, Void probably needed friends.

Gently you placed a hand on Xisuma's arm patting it to get his attention . Once you had his attention you pointed over at the plush toys.

"You want some ?" He asked a small smile in his voice . So this is just one of the things you've started to hoard. It's a lot better than bones or valuable materials. "How about you pick three for now " he states, offering you a diamond for each.

You gasp, slowly taking the almost mesmerising shiny jewel into your hands and walking up to the toys. The first to catch your eye is a large bee. It's almost the size of you . The second is another axolotl plush . This one is a bright pink compared to the Void black of the one you already had. The final one that caught your attention was a little pink and yellow robot.

You glanced back at Xisuma , and he nudge you forward. Slowly you grabbed the three you wanted and copied Xisuma placing diamonds in the chest beneath them. You turned to face Xisuma with the toys in hand and your tail wagging happily behind you .

At that moment you heard the light ring of the bell the same noise you heard entering the store. Xisuma quickly stood In front of you, his back turned to you as he began to talk to someone new.

"Hey Scar, I wasn't expecting to see you here today! " He chuckles, waving as he does his best to hide you from the elf In front of him.

"Xisuma! What brings you here, it seems you've found the newest addition to the store , is there anything I can help you with ? " The very loud exocentric elf asks.

Xisuma shakes his head with a light sigh. "No thanks Scar, I was just heading out ." He nods. Offering you a hand behind his back waiting till you've got it to start leaving . He waves oke final goodbye to the elf as he gets to the door lightly pulling you In front of him.

He's got to be cautious. He loves his hermits but he doesn't want mass rumours to spread. He'd like you to adjust comfortably and without commotion right now the only other person who knows is Grian.He hopes it stays that way for now.

Glancing across the Hermississippi he stared at Doc's home and shop. He'd have to take a picture and ask if doc could come break these chains of yours on such short notice. He also just wanted to see how you might fair with him. He knows you and Grian are on okay-ish terms but he at least wants to you be on okay -ish terms with them first .

You didn't seem to notice as you held one of your new plushies. The other Xisuma was holding . It was a quick walk back to his house in comfortable silence. Immediately you took off towards the couch. Placing your axolotl, and robot down glancing towards Xisuma.

You needed someone to name them and who better to do it than Xisuma and the bird who helped you out. Only thing is you don't exactly remember the birds name. You could just run over there, it's not too far. You're just not sure how upset Xisuma would be with you. Ultimately you decide you're going to do it anyway.

Xisuma sighs as he looks at his inventory, he sets the large bee down on the couch and looks around. "Hey Y/n come here, I want you to see your room"

That caught your attention , you could enact your plan a little later . You picked up Void and ran over to Xisuma. Looking around with curiosity.

Xisuma gestured to one of the rooms. He'd made sure your room was very close to hiis , across the hall to be specific. He hasn't really had the time to customise it yet, but he hopes you like it there are many chests, closet space, clothes, and it's large enough for you to devote a large corner to a hoard of your own and to all your toys if you chose not to put them away in the chests.

Xisuma sighed as he placed down the bed. "What do you think Y/n?" He asked watching you run around the room

You excitedly ran from corner to corner of the room. Glancing back at Xisuma with a Hasty nod . The room was amazing! How could you not like it !

Xisuma's chuckles "Well the walls aren't painted yet, but you can start sleeping here whenever you'd like now that you've got a bed "

You walked up a grin on your face you'd never be able to express your gratitude , but you had so much for him.

Xisuma hummed offering you a hand to hold. "How about I make lunch and read to you while we eat?" He asked smiling as you took his hand, leading him to the living room.

You instead had other plans before lunch as you brought Xisuma over to the couch pointing at your toys. Xisuma needed to help name your new pink ones. One of them has to match void . You'd go see the bird to ask if he'd name the bee in a bit .

Xisuma tilted his head unsure what you were trying to ask of him " Y/n I don't understand, do you want void?' he asked

You held up the plush robot, holding it out to Xisuma tilting your head . You wanted him to name them, was it really that hard?

He sighed taking the pink robot from your hands "Uh, Y/n really I don't know what you want me to do with them ?"

You squinted turning to one of the books you'd left out. Searching for a minute before you found the word you were pretty sure you were looking for 'name'

Xisuma stared at your small book stifling a chuckle he wasn't sure what word you were looking for but he was pretty sure 'Cane' wasn't the word but thinking about it you probably wanted hm to name the toy "Uh okay Y/n their name is- Uh -" of course he's drawing a blank maybe he can name it after another hermit he misses. "Their name is Biffa, sound good kid?" He asked offering the plush back to you

You nodded happily, taking the plush now named Biffa into your hands and setting him beside Void. You now have two names for two of your friends . Quickly you picked up the one that looked very similar to Void and held it up to Xisuma

"Oh, am I naming this one too?"

Xisuma gently took them looking around then glancing back at the toy axolotl. "How about , X? That's cool right ?"

You gasped taking the new toy now affectionately named X. You were so happy. Now you only needed one more name and that was for the Bee!

"How about I make lunch now ?" Xisuma hummed, waiting for your answer. You have him a small nod and he made his way to the kitchen. He decided he'd try and get you something new he doesn't have many left overs so he'd rather just making something new.

The moment Xisuma turned his attention away from you, you picked up the almost larger than you bee plush and started to shuffle your way over to the door. When you got here you slowly nudged it open not really closing it behind you

You looked around with a smile. You could see the large rock that you passed when you first showed up at the bird's house. So you just have to run towards it and there it should be. With that you took off nearly tripping here and there before you stopped at the rock.

The sound of a heart beating threw you off . You hated how alive the rock sounded . It was kind of icky . Though looking around you saw the bird's weird witches house. You made your way over with a strained smile.

When you got to the door you pushed it open and started looking around. It didn't seem like Birdy was here just yet but you're certain he'd show up soon.

Meanwhile Xisuma has finished making you and himself just a simple serving of pork chop and potatoes . Though when he brought both plates to the living room he didn't find you. Cautiously he set the plates down on the coffee table and began his search for you .

You waited for a while . Honestly you're not sure how long but it felt like a really long time before the door opened . You sat not too far off from the front door leaning against the large plush.

Grian let out a startled squawk when he saw you . Xisuma didn't say anything about you being dropped off here. "Oh, Hey Y/n what's up , did Xisuma leave you here ?" You shook your head at the question offering up the plush toy with a smile .

Grian tilted his head before smiling . "They look really cool, do they have a name yet?" He hums pulling out his communicator to send a quick message to Xisuma

You shake your head in response to his question. That's why you're her you want him to name them. That way you can have fun with all of them.

Grian hums "How about Taur- Tulip, Tulip, she looks like a tulip. " He states with an almost awkward chuckle as he offers you a hand once he's got a messages back from Xisuma. "Let's get you home okay?".

Xisuma getting the message from Grian sighed though immediately there was panic , what if you had gotten hurt, or what if he did something that upset you and you ran away

Grian used his wings to shield you from any of the hermits who might've been out and about as walked you back over to Xisuma's. He sighed giving you a pat on the head as he nudged you back inside "Don't run off with telling someone where you're going okay?" He chuckled

Xisuma sighed as he saw you waving to Grian "Thank you Grian I mean it They scared the daylights out of me"

"Of course, remember there's a meeting coming up and we'll have talk about who might want to watch over them" Grian smiled and with that he walked off

Xisuma seemed to panic when he left. He'd completely forgotten about the meeting at the end of the week , he'd have to fully introduce you to the hermits and hope that they'd be fine helping him set up a system for everyone to hopefully watch over you for at least a week at a time .

You glanced up at Xisuma running over to the couch to set Tulip down beside Void,X,and Biffa . All of your friends now have names and food is done! You take your seet ok the floor with a grin you look at the piece of metal beside your plate before deciding to just pick up the small pieces of cut meat with your hands.

Xisuma seemed to noticed you sit down his own thoughts dying down as he walks over "Y/n try using the fork.'' He offers, taking that metal tool you noted earlier, stabbing the meat , and eating it .

You stare for a moment before reaching for the fork yourself and attempting to copy him. It feels unnatural at first before you continue with the motion. Xisuma also shows you how to use the fork for the potato. Slowly you're learning and he's quite happy about that.

After eating Xisuma pulled out the book he'd been reading to you and took a seat on the couch " Alright let's continue this book why don't we ". It was around halfway through Xisuma's reading that you started to doze off .

Xisuma smiled as he shut the book, and with a wave of his hand an admin screen appeared. Here he could work out some of the things he needed to address during the meeting at the end of the week . He knew for sure he needed to bring you up. He also needed to set of a schedule of sorts. He also needed to check with Joe about Hermits helping Hermits and see what projects people needed help with .

With another wave of his hand he created a keyboard and started to type. His worry and lack of preparation getting to him. He continued working until you woke up .

You stretched again still lacking in the comfortable department but at least Xisuma was there when you woke up. Tired, you settled in beside him leaning your head on his side. You were struggling to stay awake some.

You haven't eaten dinner yet but Xisuma seems to notice how tired you were "how about we get you a snack then you gather all your toys and go sleep in your room for the first time ?" He hums standing up . He walks over to the kitchen looking through his items as he pulls out an apple and a jar of peanut butter. He cuts the apple into slices and takes a spoonful of peanut butter to the plate leaving it as an option if you want it.

After your Apple snack you yawn reaching over and scooping Void and Biffa into your armsyojy can't get Tulip as well because tulip is around the same size of you, but Xisuma picked them up for you. It was a short walk to your room and soon you laid down in the bed getting comfortable with the three stuffed toys held close .

Xisuma's after you had been tucked in walked back to the living room leaving your door cracked in case you needed anything. He sighed, pulling up several admin screens . He needed to plan for the meeting soon. He knows he's got about two days' time to plan.

Day 5

When you awoke on the morning of day five you glanced around , comfortable under the covers of your new bed, the only main annoyance the still chains around your wings. You really hoped that Xisuma would get them off you soon. It was annoying not having the ability to stretch your wings.

As you eventually decided you'd get up and go see if Xisuma's made breakfast yet. When you walk out you notice Xisuma's got screens up. For what you don't really know, but you're going to bother him anyways!

And slowly but surely the established Daly routine continues. With you and Xisuma eating breakfast and working on your understanding of reading and writing. After a good two lessons you'd run off to play dragging all four toys out.

You said nothing but Xisuma couldn't help but chuckle trying to think of whatever convoluted storyline you might've come up with. He seems quite happy just to see you active.

Eventually you tired yourself out and sat on the couch . During that time Xisuma started up on his own work again he only had two days left to plan what he was going to do. With a yawn you looked around picking up void and Biffa starting to drag them along with .

You glanced over at Xisuma as you walked into the living room . Watching him tap away at keyboard you turned your attention to the kitchen. That's usually where Xisuma got food from.

You walked over setting Void and Biffa on the floor as you looked around, till you found a chest. You punched open the chest , hoisting yourself up and in. It was deeper than you thought it was, colder too, but there was food in here. With a small grin on your face you grabbed a couple pink, a couple red, and some orange. Honestly you weren't sure what they were but regardless you were hungry so after setting them on the floor and climbing out you picked them up and started to eat.

The pink and red ones didn't taste any good so you started to eat the orange ones. Those tastes significantly better but they didn't do your teeth any good like the pink and red ones did.

You huffed, annoyed at your problem. You stood back up walking back over to the chest, you closed it then attempted to climb on top of it . looking around you saw a bunch of appliances on the counter.

There all quite shiny, you just can't help yourself as you walk over to a coffee maker. You stare at it before you start pushing buttons . Though the loud hiss it makes startles you and you push it off of the counter. You let out a whimper as it makes a louder noise clattering to the ground and smashing into many small pieces

That happened to catch Xisuma's attention and in seconds he was in the kitchen. You caught his attention first, you looked terrified. Slowly he made his way over. He mentally noted that he'd have to properly clean the glass off your two toys. Though you were his first priority. He stepped over the broken coffee pot , the glass crunching beneath his armoured boots.

"You okay kid?" He asked as he picked you up off the counter, his question was met with tears. You must've scared yourself badly and clearly you were also cranky about something. ",It's okay, let's at least lay you down and after I clean up you can have some food." He started stepping back over the glass and to the living room . He sat you done on the couch leaving just for a moment.

He came back and pressed X into your arms before he gave you a gentle pat on the head. "There you go.'" he frowns, turning to the kitchen. He nods to himself picking up your toys first he'd be better off cleaning them up first, then sweeping up the glass. He took his time first dusting the toys off before waking to the hall closet. He set them down on a shelf and walked back over to you.

"Hey Y/N could you cover your ears for me I'm going to do something really loud okay? " He asked . You nodded, pressing your hands to your ears. Xisuma walked back to the closet plugging up a vacuum and beginning to vacuum the smaller pieces of glass off of two Toys. Thankfully it only seemed to be some of the larger shards but he wanted to do this to be safe.

Once he'd vacuumed them both properly he wheeled the vacuum over to the kitchen doing the same for the kitchen floor though the larger pieces he threw away along with the raw meat and half eaten carrots. He vacuumed his gloves and then smiled . Problem solved . He put the vacuum away then set the two Toys beside you.

"How about I make brunch, seeing as I missed breakfast?". You nodded hastily. Finally food ! Xisuma chuckled at your excitement as he ruffled your hair. He checked the shelves for one of the books you had been reading slowly on your own the other day and set it on the coffee table. "Here kiddo, try and read this without me, I'm sure Biffa, Void, and X would live for a good story." He stated as he walked back to the kitchen.

You opened the book slowly starting to read through it . Xisuma was probably right, your friends were probably bored. You started to read and a page in you let out a quiet gasp. You were missing one of your friends. Quickly you stood up and rushed to your room grabbing Tulip and happily carrying them all the way back. Sitting them in the usually empty spot on the couch. You then picked back up your reading .

Xisuma worked on breakfast , he decided Cinnamon rolls and Bacon would work pretty well. So that's what he settled on making, something that was different for you but hopefully still tasted good. During the baking process he pulled up screens again he was pretty sure he's figured out all he needs to talk about, if any of the other hermits had any concerns they'd like dealt with he'd gladly let them share.

Soon you ran up to him holding the book up. You'd finished it, but still not a word. Honestly he was beginning to grow worried that you might have severe damage to your vocal cords or something along those lines. He offered you a hand still very unsure if you'd appreciate being held . He really was thinking about trading you off to Doc first rather than Grian. He couldn't imagine how uncomfortable you had to be at most times.

He was careful with your hand in his as he brought you back to the couch ready to find you a new book . It took him a couple minutes of searching through the books he'd already had out but he set another children's book down beside you. "There you go kiddo, I'm going to go finish up the food okay?" He misses making his way back to the kitchen.

You smiled as a new book was placed In front of you. You got ready to reach before you heard your name called. You looked around , just in case. Though Xisuma was in the kitchen so you walked over glancing up at him with a head tilt.

He glanced behind him at you , doing a double take as he realised you were there. "Y/N what're you doing? Did you finish that other book?" He swears it hasn't been that long, just in case he quickly checks the cinnamon rolls, almost expecting them to be burnt and for smoke to billow out.

You looked around confused. You swear you hear someone call your name. You huff making your way back over to the couch before patting all of your toys on the head, leaving Xisuma confused as you sit back down to read.

It happens once more though you don't move you look around the room. Though after seeing nothing you huff deciding to ignore it. Soon Xisuma sets the plate of food In front of you.

" Here you go kiddo."He smiled, satisfied with his work . He hoped you enjoyed it. He also wondered about your general health. He was definitely going to ask someone, probably Doc to check you over and get those chains off of you.

He watched as you ate , he enjoyed seeing your eyes light up as you tasted sweet cinnamon and icing. He also enjoyed seeing you tear through bacon. It really seemed like you enjoyed it.

After breakfast Xisuma started to respond to messages he'd gotten from other hermits, some asking him if he was okay due to the lack of seeing him. Of course he was perfectly fine and he was touched that his friends were worrying about him. To ease his friends worries he's decided to send a message in the general chat which he honestly hasn't checked in a while.

Opening the chat he was greeted with a death message from none other than scar, followed by a couple concerned messages from others.

[GoodTimesWithScar has fallen from a high place]

[Grian: Scar No!

I thought we fixed that!

Where'd you fall?]

[ZombieCleo: Scar? You okay? ]

[Joehillssays: oh no. ]

[GoodTimesWithScar: It's okay, it's under my tree!]

[Ijevin: anyone got a saddle or two?]

[ZedaphPlays: I do!]

[Docm77: Anyone hear from Xisuma today he's been online but nothing]

[TangoTek:No, but maybe he's been working late, y'know how he is ? ]

[Bdubs: Nope I haven't seen a single phantom]

[Ethoslab: maybe because you sleep the moment the sun is below the horizon]

[XisumaVoid: I'm okay!

Just planning things out.

I swear I'm not staying up horribly late again

See everyone in two days for the meeting!]

He sighs as the chat quickly delves into chaos. With jokes and back and forth talk. He found it enjoyable and hat the server was both chaotic but also somehow calm. He glanced over at you in your book and nodded to himself , you'd definitely fit in here.

Soon after his announcement he knelt down and ruffled your hair . "Hey Y/N in two days I'm going to show you more of my friends, okay? They're all really nice , I promise some of them looks scary, but they're all really nice"

You made quite growls in response, almost trying to communicate that you could be scarier if you wanted too. You held Void close to you,smiling as you ran over to the shelf. You picked up one of the books Xisuma had started reading to you and held it up to him.

Xisuma hummed, "okay, I'll read but after we play a writing game, that sound okay?" He chuckled watching you nod. He walked over to the same shelve grabbing two pieces of paper and pencils. He set them down on the coffee table . " okay, you write the answers to my questions and try to write me some questions too, okay? "

You nodded looking up at him as he sat beside you . Quickly you started writing out tour first question or so you though. You heard that sound I'd someone calling your name again and it threw you off. So you instead changed your first question from

``Toys?`` to ``You hear?``.

Xisuma didn't quite understand your question but he tried. " I hear a lot of things. Do you have a favourite sound?"

Not that was hard to answer though you were frustrated about the fact he didn't understand your question. You don't think you had a favourite sound, unless the sound of diamonds counted. ``Diamonds?`` you wrote out, just a little confused . Then you started your next question ``poeple like Birdy? ``.

Xisuma took a moment. He didn't know a Birdy. The only person he could think of was Grian. Maybe that's who you were asking about "Grian? Yeah there are a lot of people like him, not really human". He hummed as he thought of his next question "Which toy is your favourite?"

You furrowed your eyebrows you couldn't really decide. You enjoyed all your friends and you really couldn't favour one over the other. ``All.`` was your final response

Xisuma nodded, smiling and he was glad to see your writing was improving. It was still hard to read and not all of the words were spelled properly but it was good to see his hard work had paid off.

Soon came dinner he offered for something more meat based seeing as how you tore through several raw meats this morning. He hoped you wouldn't get sick. He was growing quite comfortable around you. He's yet to take off his helmet, but he's not ashamed to show his hands.

You seem to react a lot less violently when you know you're not with someone who's human. Though he doesn't expect any different , the way you were handled and heavily chained when he found you gave him the impression it would take you time to warm up.

Honestly it's one of the few reasons he's glad he can wear the armour around you. Don't get him wrong, he's definitely not human, but you have no evidence of that. So yes while it's uncomfortable for both of you it's a way to at least get you to be somewhat comfortable with humans, hopefully.

You sat settled between your toys napping. It was peaceful.. Aside from that damned voice calling your name! It hadn't stopped since you laid down and it was annoying you looked around and found nothing, it didn't even sound like Xisuma! So who in the world was calling you !

Xisuma soon finished up dinner, and gently shook you awake so you could eat. It looked pretty large to you, but compared to his plate it really wasn't. He set your plate on the coffee table , a small portion of cooked steak, with more in the kitchen for you if you wanted more and some roasted golden carrots.

Sitting up groggily you huffed, frustrated that you couldn't sleep the way you wanted to. The food made up for it though. You slid off the couch turning to the coffee table to sit down In front of it and eat.

As you ate Xisuma took a picture of the chains on your back with his communicator and sent it to Doc with a message asking if he could bring something to cut though these at the meeting.

He sighed watching you tear through your own portion , it's the fastest he'd ever seen you attempt to eat outside of the first day he tried getting you to eat something. He speculated with how cranky you were there would be no reading you to bed and that you'd collect your things and head to bed yourself once you finished your food.

He watched, with several attempts to get you to slow down. He tried and failed. And soon just as he thought you left your plate and picked up your toys quickly coming back for your large bee heading to your room with a wave.