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teyamsatan · 8 months

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɪ - ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ

pairing: Neteyam x human!reader (part of Cruel Summer)

➽ a/n: omg the first new work for kinktober! so a bit of background, in my cruel summer sequel, the 1, i wrote this one memory in which i mention neteyam once woke vol up by giving her head, and it's been stuck in my head ever since so when i saw the eating out prompt, i knew it had to be about these two bc i love them so much and i love making myself sad by writing their love story. anyway i hope you enjoy ilysm smooches oxxoxoxoo

➽ words: 1,3k

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: somnophilia, touch of praise kink, dirty talk, oral - female receiving.

➽ taglist (x) ➽ kinktober masterlist (x)

In the few months since your birthday, since that first time, Neteyam has looked for every excuse to be close to you, to feel you, your body, your touch, your breath as it fans over his face, your little cunt as it wrapped around his cock in the way that drove him crazy, that made him feel like he was forever ruined for any other girl, for the rest of time. It didn’t help that he loved you, that he felt like every star in the sky was dull and boring in comparison to the freckles on your face, like the moons rose and set from your eyes, like your smile was the lighthouse that forever guided his heart to where he belonged, to where the rest of his life would revolve around. Today, he was so excited to see you, to talk to you, to be your teacher in the art and skill it took to be a Na’vi. His mum might not be happy about it, but she didn’t know you, she didn’t understand. So excited, he was, in fact, you were not awake, not even close, by the time he opened the door to your room that was so cold, it was sending shivers down his spine - not as many or as powerful, though, as the sight of you, bare thighs and glistening folds visible as you were laying on your front, one leg spread over your duvet. Fuck.

With a loud gulp and a newfound uncomfortable tightness in his loincloth, Neteyam found himself slowly approaching you, careful not to wake you. If he had to disturb your peaceful slumber for a day full of training and putting up with him, he figured he might as well make it worth your while. There were very few things in the world Neteyam loved more than eating you out - seeing you come undone around him, getting to taste you over and over like a parched man in the desert, feeling your hand tighten in his hair, desperately pushing him closer to your needy cunt until he was buried in you, in your warmth, covered in your slick, lapping at your cum until you were squirming under him, crying from overstimulation.

Climbing quietly on top of you, he thanked his lucky star and his Na’vi training for the ability to be as stealthy as he was, and, lowering himself until his mouth was next to your ear, and two fingers gathering your abundant slick running down your body and onto your bedsheets, he spoke:

“Look how wet you are for me. Fuck. I love you, Vol. I love you so much, and I know I’m never going to be able to say it to you, not without ruining us, but I can show you. I can show you. Every time your eyes roll in the back of your head, every scratch of your fingers on my back, every time you scream my name in the dead of night as you let me explore your body and your limits, know that this is me, loving you, confessing to you, in the best way I know how.”

He was happy when you didn’t wake up, but stirred minutely in your sleep, whispering half-attempts at his name that made his heart flutter in his chest and fill the room with momentary saccadic music that was previously heavy with the otherwise comfortable silence. His large hands were trailing down your body in whispered touches until they came to rest comfortably on your plush, plump ass. He couldn’t help the way his tongue traced every inch of your thighs, taking his sweet time, enjoying every moment he heard you whimper in your sleep, until he reached what he’s been craving, what he’s been dreaming about since the moment he’s called you his that fateful birthday. The way he licked your pussy from your clit to your ass was hungry, perverted even. He needed this, and so, as he always did, he dedicated everything he had to eating you out, groaning into your core as his tongue was circling your needy bud, swollen and pulsating with the sensation overload.

A beautiful, glorious, nefarious dream was nothing new recently, your mind desperately trying to cling onto every bit of Neteyam as you could, unable to let him go even in your sleep. It was still new, this friends-with-benefits endeavour you had going on, and as such, you didn’t want to overwhelm him with the desire you felt taking over you every second you were in his presence. Your dreams, though... your dreams compensated for it, and doing a good job at it as such, his beautiful golden eyes peaking up from underneath his lashes, locked onto your own as his face was buried in you, tongue lapping viciously at your folds. You knew you should be quiet, but you couldn’t help the whines and moans of pleasure that only he would ever be able to coax out of you. It wasn’t long before moans turned to cries as the dream slowly slipped from your grasp, and the thought of letting go of it hurt you more than you were able to comprehend. It was strange when the confines of the fantasy collapsed but the pleasure bubbling in your core didn’t, and you let out a quiet, huffed gasp as soon as your eyes opened and you were met with the same image as the one you had just left behind.

“T-teyam?” He didn’t stop his ministrations, not for anything in the world, but the low chuckle he let out was felt deep within you, and you moaned, the feeling too overwhelming to be repressed. He was so skilled, so good at the way he used his tongue, at the way his two large fingers were scissoring you open, pushing buttons you didn’t even know existed before him.

“You make me crazy, Vol. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“Shit, a-agh, please.”

“What do you need, Vol? Tell me what you need.”

You didn’t need to tell him, not when he was doing it, not when he was licking and sucking your clit in a way that made you see stars, not when the sensations were reaching a dangerous high, that you knew you would reach an unbearable zenith, not when his fingers were rhythmically caressing your G-spot and your orgasm was drawing oh, so near and you knew it would tear you apart when it washed over you.

“What happened, Vol? Palulukan got your tongue?”

“Don’t stop, please! Fuck.”

“Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, Vol. I need to see your eyes when I make you cum.”

If someone told you there was the elixir of life in between your thighs and Neteyam wanted to live forever, you’d believe them. And so you watched as he finished you off, desire and hunger swirling in his beautiful golden orbs, struggling to keep your eyes on him when all you wanted was to bury your head in between the pillows as you rode out your orgasm, that crashed and burned, but healed you instead of tearing you apart. There was beauty in being with Neteyam, the man you’ve known all your life, the man who knew you best, the man you secretly loved. There were rules to this, your fateful friendship with benefits, rules you both ought to respect and rely on if this wasn’t going to end in heartbreak, and yet, as he looked at you from beneath his eyelashes, chin and mouth covered in your cum and slick, a soft smile on his face, he almost looked like… he felt the same way.

“Teyam…”

“I’m never not waking you up like this, ever again.”

You laughed, finally able to prop your head on your pillows and allow your breath to settle in your lungs.

“If you want me to come training with you in the woods, you’d better.”

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 7 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 (+ 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬)?

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×A/N×

Omg Tumblr actually have WORD LIMIT?! I didn't know it-

I wanted to upload this post with Craig's gang reactions, but Tumblr stopped me-

So now I have to make an another post about Craig and his gang-

Nvm- I hope you guys will enjoy this!

Oh and there are probably some spelling mistakes bc I wrote this at late night and I didn't look through it- sorry :")

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, some curse, all the way fluff, Stan's part is a little bit longer, bc I gave him plot, the reader can be gender neutral, they/them pronouns used for the reader, pet names (like baby, babe, hon, etc), the reader is in a romantic relationship with the characters and I think that's all-

All credit of the gifs goes to the og creator!

Fandom: South Park

Character(s): Eric Cartman, Stan Marsh, Butters Stotch, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McCormick, Y/N|The Reader|You

Ship(s): The Characters x Y/N|The Reader|You

Type: Headcanons

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★ Stan Marsh ★

• Stan played with his video games on your side

• and you got bored of watching it

• you looked at your boyfriend who concentrated very hard about what he was doing

• he looks so cute when he tries to focus on something this hard

• he seemed lost in the virtual world, so you choosed that it's time to bring him back to reality

• he got red so quickly

• his face is all red and omg he can't hold back his vomit

• You looked over the game what said “Game Over”.

"I'm sorry hon, I didn't mean to disturb you." you said as you looked back at your boyfriend who was red as a tomato.

"N-no! It's okay!" he looked up at you with a soft smile on his face. He got closer so you could rest your head on his shoulder as he holds you. "I can do this later." he put the console away. "So what should we do next, babe?"

• he will probably give it back by giving you a kiss on your cheek or on your neck

• it's not important if you do it in private or in public

• he doesn't mind it actually

• he just gets flustrated very easily

• but be prepared Cartman's "eww get a room" thing if you do it in front of the guys

★ Kyle Broflovski ★

• he actually prefers it in private because of Cartman

• Cartman would be like "(Y/N) IS A SLUT FOR KAHL AGAIN!"

• but he definitely loves it when you do it ♡

• he just gets so fast as red as his hair

• he won't give it back bc he is afraid to do it

• he will actually ask you so he could give the kiss back

• "Oh my gosh, Kyle. Of course you can give it back!" you giggled because of how red and cute he was.

• He says thank you by giving soft kisses to your face.

★ Eric Cartman ★

• WELL

• I can imagine Eric as the typical “ "Eww what was that?" "A kiss." "Gross... Do it again." ” person

• yk that I'm an Eric kinnie, but seriously I can't imagine him like touchy or a lovely dovey person

• he doesn't get so flustrated of it, actually he doesn't show any signs of he's liking it or not

• but trust me, he does like it

• he really does, he just don't want to look like a cherry infront of you

• so he acts like he wouldn't care

• if you don't want him to be a hot head, do it in private

• please do it in private

• oh and don't prepare for return

★ Kenny McCormick ★

• same as Eric, he won't be so flustrated about it as the others

• but he LOVES it so much

• he does it with you as well, so it's not new for you two

• he doesn't care if you two in public or not

• and he will give the kiss back with no hesition

• probably he will give much more than you did give to him

• sweet, loveful smooches all the way!

• "Alright, Ken, that's enough!" you giggled as you tried to stop him from giving to your neck an another soft kiss.

• a little blush still appeares on his face, but believe me, he's very happy about the surprise kisses!

★ Leopold "Butters" Stotch ★

• the colors changing so fast on his face

• he really appreciates tho

• if you do it after he had a long day, it will definitely cheer him up!

• he actually says thank you after it

• "O-Oh, well..." he can't even talk because of flustration! He's speechless! "Thank you, (Y/N)!" he sends a sweet, happy smile to you that appeares on his flushed cheeks.

• he loves it everywhere and everytime, so he doesn't actually care about privacy

• it's so fun to him!

• he will definitely return it!

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shesinshambles · 1 year

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Ghost BC Whump Month: Chronic

For @cirrus-ghoulette's Whump Month!

Super late, but I wrote a really self-indulgent fic for this one while I've been dealing with a flare-up.

You had no idea how many hours had passed since you’d crawled into bed, the deep ache in your back and hips becoming too unbearable to walk, every part of your skin felt like a live wire of searing pain. And you’d lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the sun inched closer and closer to the horizon, casting obscure shadows on the walls of your dorm. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to ignore the screaming throb and strange pressure in your spine and get at least a couple hours of sleep. But nothing was working. Not that the ibuprofen ever did anything anyway, but you had hoped it would at least take the edge off just a bit. To make matters worse you couldn’t even lie in your comfy position in bed, and that’s really when everything fell apart. So, you found yourself studying the cracks in the ceiling, sobbing, trying to calm yourself; too sore to sleep, too fed up and angry to find a simple distraction.

A loud thump on your door breaks you out of your haze and suddenly you’re aware of the tightness around your swollen eyes, the salt crusted at your inner corners. Your head is pounding and your throat is raw and scratchy.

“You in there, doll?” Dewdrop calls from the other side of the door. For a minute, you think of saying nothing and just waiting it out. You hear his sharp claws tapping on the wood and you groan. Knowing him, he wouldn’t leave; you not answering would just give him all the more reason to barge right in for whatever mischief he had planned.

“What is it?” You croak. You try to mask your pitiful state, but your voice is thick and garbled from pain and tears, and the tapping ceases.

“Hey, you good?” You squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of fresh tears, holding your tongue. The floorboards creak as Dew shifts, hesitating at the door.

“Yeah,” you warble, sniffling. Dew tests the doorknob, clicking, but not opening.

“I’m comin’ in, okay?”

“Okay,” you whimper softly. The door creaks open slowly, just enough for the fire ghoul to slip in, shutting it as he steps into your dorm with a heavy sigh.

“You been in here all day?” He asks softly, walking over to you and gingerly sitting down on the side of the bed, careful not to disturb you too much. You nod, face screwed up from the pain and all the anger bubbling up inside you. It’s all too much right now, and you don’t even want to look at the ghoul. A large hand caresses your hair, brushing loose strands off your forehead and your breath hitches.

“I’m so tired,” you choke out, your frame shaking as you try to hold in the sobs, but when Dew slides down next to you and hesitantly takes your hand in his, squeezing gently, the dam completely breaks. Dew doesn’t say anything, just holds your hand, rolling onto his side so you can feel him there, his warmth, amber and toasted marshmallow.

“Fuck, doll. M’sorry,” he mumbles under his breath, raking a hand through his hair.

The ghouls all knew about it. It hadn’t been easy touring with the pain, you needed plenty of rest days and you can never tell when a flare up might just spring on you. They all got suspicious when you’d disappear into your bunk or hotel room for hours on end when you all had free days, when you started passing on outings and dinners.

Mountain had noticed first actually, catching you here and there trying to stretch out the stiffness. He’d offered to show you some stretches he used for his own back after that, and you could always count him to pull on your legs when you needed it.

They were all helpful like that once you’d let them know about your chronic pain. Swiss would hook you up with some of his stash to help you sleep, and the fuzziness that came with it was pretty relaxing. Aether would pull what he could from the void to soothe you. Rain brought you food and made tea. He’d also freeze your ice packs faster for you. The ghoulettes always provided you with a shoulder to cry on and more times than you ever thought you would, you found yourself venting to Cumulus sitting (or lying) in her bed while she just listened. No solutions, no suggestions. Just validation. And Dew; well, Dew would keep to himself, or just be near you, but a comfortable distance. He wasn’t so hands on, like he wanted to stay out of your hair and not pester you with his shenanigans. It was infinitely quieter on the bus when he knew you had a flare up. And your blankets were always extra toasty.

The fact that he had come to seek you out spoke volumes. He was worried. You sniffle wetly, wiping your nose on the back of your hand. And his carefulness does not go unnoticed. Even now, he’s stiff in the bed, keeping space between the two of you, scared to jostle you. You turn your head into him, nuzzling as close as you can to his chest.

“It’s just nothing’s working,” you mumble. Dew hums softly, his hand inching back up to your hair, tangling his long fingers in the waves when you don’t flinch away, massaging the nape of your neck.

“Want me to get Aeth?” You shake your head, the ghoul chirps quietly in confusion.

“Please stay.”

“Okay,” Dew whispers into your hair, inching closer and closer to you. His heat melts you, and you feel stiff muscles easing ever so slightly, enough for you to sigh with some relief.

Dew’s quiet for a while, and with each minute that passes, he lets himself sink further into your mattress, lets his hands run down your arms, rub soothing circles into your hips.

“Hey,” he whispers, and you hum in acknowledgement, empty and exhausted. “Have you tried a hot bath?” You shake your head.

“I didn’t want to get up.” Dew nodded, his fingers drumming thoughtfully against the mattress.

“I’ll be back.” He gets off the bed carefully, stepping into your bathroom. The rush of water hits your ears and you sigh, gingerly rolling to your side, and sitting up slowly. You groan as the deep ache blooms to life in your hips, like it’s grinding away at your bones. When Dew comes back out and to find you trying to stand to slide your pajama pants off, he rushes over. “Hey! You could wait you know, I was gonna help you up,” he scolds, taking hold of your arms to help you to stand. The pain isn’t so bad now, having stretched out for the past few hours, but your muscles are tired, and you’re sure you were crooked.

“It’s fine, Dew,” you sigh. “I’m used to it.” He frowns at you, leaning down to pull your bottoms and underwear off. You’re too achy and tired to be shy, a thick fog clouding your brain. But even then, it wasn’t like Dew had never seen you before. Just never like this.

“So fuckin’ stubborn,” he mutters under his breath, and you roll your eyes, balancing yourself on his shoulders. “Just like Mountain.” You huff. He’s right. But you hated not being able to do basic tasks yourself. Even when it was too much, you’d just push through. And end up not able to stand up straight for the better of a week.

“Arms up,” he murmurs, and you do as he says, letting him pull your sleep shirt over your head. The walk to the bathroom is excruciatingly slow, every step sending an annoying spasm up your back. But Dew holds you steady, silent and patient. In fact, you’d never known him to be so patient, so soft. And right now, as he helps you slide into the tub, that thought makes you feel a little fuzzy. The hot water and Epsom salts feel like heaven right now as you settle into the tub, groaning. It takes a moment for you to find a comfortable position, but when you do the pain subsides quite a bit, and you close your eyes, sighing as you let your head fall back on the neck pillow you keep in the tub.

You haven’t realized Dew’s disappeared until you hear soft footsteps coming back into the bathroom followed by the gentle click of the door shutting closed. You crack an eye open to find the fire ghoul settling himself down on the floor next to you, a glass full of water in hand.

“You doin’ okay in there?” You smile softly and nod, taking the glass from his outstretched hand and taking long, slow, slips from it. You haven’t had anything to drink since lying down, and it definitely wasn’t helping your head one bit.

“Thanks.” Dew simply nods, and stares down at his hands. He’s tangling his fingers together, studying his nails, drumming them anxiously against the porcelain.

“Look, uh,” he starts, hardly meeting your eyes except for a brief flicker, so quick you hardly notice at all. “I’m not too good at the comforting stuff, so uh, I don’t know, let me know how I can help I guess.” You nod, and slide your had over the edge, finding his fingers and offering a squeeze.

“Thanks, Dew.” The ghoul stares down at your hands, huffing, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“Of course.” There’s a pause, a moment where he holds your hand, stroking his thumb over your knuckles, letting you calm yourself from the rough day. And you feel all that tension, all the heaviness and hopelessness start to pull away, letting you take full breaths again. You know it won’t last, bur for now it’s enough. “Do you want me to go? I can wait outside and you call me when your done—” But you have another thought. And you think it might be manageable now that you’ve relaxed a little.

“Come in,” you murmur, and Dew frowns.

“It’s not gonna hurt you?” You’re quick to shake your head and the ghoul quirks a quizzical brow at you. You merely shrug back.

“Not more than I already am. I’ll be okay.” After mulling it over a little, several nervous glances shot your way, Dew finally concedes, making quick work of undressing and climbing in carefully, and again, afraid to jostle you around too much. But finally, after deciding it was best for you to rest against his chest so he could hold you steady, you both sank back into the warm water.

“You comfortable?” you nod, letting your eyes slide shut. Dew’s warmth always had that effect on you. It was so soothing, like a hug around your bones, toasting you gently from the inside out.

“Like my living heating pad.” Dew snorts.

“So that’s in then. S’all you want me around for?” He teases, nuzzling the top of your head. You huff softly.

“It’s a perk,” you mumble, sighing heavily as Dew hums into your hair. “Thank you. For being here.”

“No need to thank me, Doll.”

“I know,” you reply, gripping tighter onto his forearm. “But still, I appreciate it. And I know you don’t really like the cuddly stuff—”

“I do,” he murmurs, and his hands melt further into your flesh. “I just don’t want to make it worse.”

“But you don’t. This makes it better.” And really, it did. You felt a lot less lonely since telling the ghouls, since having an actual caring support network. And the afternoon felt like it was miles away since Dew came to check on you. All the times he’d just sit with you quietly, just be in the same space with you so you weren’t completely alone. It meant the world. The ghoul hums thoughtfully.

“Right then, anytime m’lady requires her personal heating ghoul, say the word.” You grin, and nuzzle into his neck.

“Thanks, Dew.” The fire ghoul huffs, then plants a gentle kiss to the top of your head in response.

“Anytime, doll.”

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic #Whump Month #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls

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multiplicity-positivity · 3 months

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hi uh i could use some advice :<

im a host of a recent system of 20-ish and guh i am t i r e d

im mainly looking for advice on how to switch or just retreat into the headspace/leave front or even just kinda stop being fully aware while still being in front for awhile bc id rlly like to take a break and the realization that im most likely front attracted/frontstuck is kinda making me more tired of being in front

also if it helps at all my(&) system is parogenic + traumagenic in origin (specifically parotraumagenic) and theres kinda iffy communication between members (some of them i have clear communication with and they randomly pop up to say stuff, some i have no idea where they are and some of them i can usually only hear when im directly interacting with them).

afaik (as far as i know) only three?? ppl have rlly "fronted" per se, and the rest have been co-con

i apologize for the long and mildly depressing ask but any help is appreciated also dont forget to hydrate

Hello! We have some posts that might help you that we’d like to share if that’s okay. The first is a post we wrote a while back with some tips on switching from our own experience:

We’d also like to share this post by @rin-and-jade on being frontstuck or frontlocked, and how to go about unsticking yourself!

Our own system host (Parker) is almost always fronting to some extent. It can certainly be exhausting and disheartening fronting nonstop, especially when other members of your system can seemingly come and go as they please. He’s going to put some info under a cut for how he copes with fronting constantly, in case you want some advice on coping with being genuinely unable to switch out!

We hope something here will be helpful for you! We’re wishing you the best of luck with switching out or at least learning how best to cope with fronting in your future!

(Host here - I’ll just write this bit if thats okay. Anyway here’s some stuff I do to deal with The Horrors of perpetual existence)

Meditation

Taking a few moments to sit in comfortable silence can be useful for me when I’m feeling stressed or overwhelmed or straight up exhausted. Here’s how I meditate (I’m no expert and I’m sure there’s better ways to do this… this is just what I do)

- get in a comfortable position in a quiet place where I’m not likely to be disturbed

- set a timer on my phone for 5 minutes

- close my eyes, focus on my breathing

- don’t dwell on any thoughts but also don’t push them away; acknowledge them and let them go

- try to stay still and calm until my timer goes off

And that’s it. Sometimes I get interrupted by an alter or something outside, but for the most part, this is how I’ve been able to meditate effectively.

Rest

I take naps whenever I can. I sit down whenever I can. I’ll literally just close my eyes for a few minutes whenever I can. Our body has issues with chronic fatigue, and fronting constantly can sometimes exacerbate our exhaustion. So yeah I am a huge fan of naps and will often set a timer for like 15-20 minutes and snooze whenever the opportunity arises. Even just lying down with closed eyes can help replenish some energy.

Distractions

Reading, watching something on TV, or playing video games can help give me somewhat of a break even if I’m still fronting. I do tend to try and keep us distracted as much as possible… sometimes to our own detriment. But if you find that you really aren’t ever able to switch out, or if your system is specutien and that’s just the way your system functions, finding things you enjoy that can serve as distractions may help you as well.

Saying No

This one’s tough, but I’m trying to learn to say no when I’m overwhelmed or have too much on my plate. This means sometimes I’ll cancel plans, hand off a responsibility, make a compromise, or turn down an opportunity if I don’t have the energy for it.

Honestly idk how much my addition can help you, but if you find that you’re not ever able to switch out at all please know there’s other folks out there in similar positions. Hoping you can make the most of your situation, anon /genuine

#switching #fronting #frontstuck #leaving the front #specutien

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supermarvel-fics · 2 years

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Never Be Alone

word count: 5,500

pairing: loki x gn!reader (platonic)

cw: mild swearing, hurt/comfort, one single sexual innuendo (always sfw)

summary: Loki helps you through a particularly hard breakup.

author's note: happy pride month! I pulled out this quick little fic bc this scenario happened to me around 8 years ago this month and i wish i had someone like Loki to rely on. I wrote the reader and their partner as gender neutral (they/them), but when writing I pictured a lesbian reader. You can picture it however you'd like! Loki in this fic is very soft... like so so SO soft. Hope you enjoy!

Isn’t it funny how one moment everything is fine and the next it all burns to the ground?

You didn’t see it coming. It hit you out of nowhere. The panic of reading that text and then having your worst nightmare come true.

“hey we need to talk”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. That message never came with good intentions. You replied with feigned excitement, of course. You’d never let them know their text sent you into an anxious frenzy.

“I don’t think this is working out. I think we should break up…”

This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t actually happening. Yesterday, you took them out to a nice dinner and you went strolling through central park. It seemed like they had a great time—smiling, laughing, kissing—so, what changed in those 24 hours? You texted back, still trying to play off your true emotions, asking why and what had happened to make them want to end your year long relationship.

“I don’t know… I just think it’s for the best”

You willed yourself not to cry. This didn’t make sense. Had they been lying about being happy in your relationship? Were they just trying to spare your feelings? You furrowed your brows, beginning to get frustrated, and replied back with more questions.

An answer didn’t come until 10 minutes later.

“To be honest, I’ve been seeing someone else for a while. I just didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry. You’re a great person, but I’m in love with someone else.”

The tears you forced yourself to hold in spilled out immediately at the sight of that message. How could they do this to you? How could someone be so cruel as to date someone while they were in a committed relationship with you?

You didn’t bother responding. Instead, you blocked their number and shut off your phone, laying it face down on your bed. A sob racked through your entire body, hiccup-like breaths overcame you as you attempted to catch your breath.

An entire year of your life spent loving someone who never loved you back. What a sick joke.

You hugged your pillow tight to your chest, crying into it as your back rested against the headboard of your bed. Tears stained the fabric and your nails gripped it so hard you could have ripped straight through it.

There were so many emotions coursing through you; anger, devastation, confusion. So many that you didn’t register the quiet knock on your door until it was too late to tell whoever it was to leave you alone.

“Darling, did you forget our plans for this evening?” Loki peeked his head in through the crack he opened himself so as not to disturb you if you were indecent. He caught sight of you instantly, eyes widening and letting the tiniest of gasps slip through his lips. He pushed the door open the rest of the way, rushing to your side. “What’s wrong, dear? What happened?”

Loki sat on the edge of your bed; not too close, but close enough that he could pull you into a hug. He refrained, though. Rather, he placed a comforting hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him. His heart shattered at the glimpse of your red, puffy eyes and your quivering lips. He held his arms out for you to accept his touch if you desired and without a second thought, you collapsed into him, sobbing into his chest.

His left hand cradled the back of your head and held you tight as you let your emotions out. Loki didn’t dare ask you what had happened again. He knew you’d answer when you were ready.

You and Loki had a peculiar relationship. The two of you loved each other. So much so, that to anyone else, they might believe that you were romantically involved with him. Loki often gave you forehead kisses just for the hell of it and anytime you were sitting next to him, you had to be touching him in some way; interlocked fingers, your legs draped over his, your head in his lap as he played with your hair.

You knew Loki was touch-starved, so the hugs and hand-holding was foreign to him for a while, but he quickly settled into the idea when he noticed how happy it made you and in return, your happiness shone onto him.

You called him your platonic soulmate—someone you needed to get you through the day. You had a partner, yes, and you loved them, but you always loved Loki just the same. You never had feelings for him nor did he ever have any for you. Loki just captured a big piece of your heart and you were glad he never let go. He would always be your best friend.

For nearly 10 minutes, you and Loki sat in silence, save for your occasional sniffles and whimpers.

“Dakota broke up with me,” You whispered into Loki’s soft black t-shirt. As you said it out loud, you were hit with another wave of emotion, causing brand new tears to form at your bottom lids. You shifted your head so that your mouth was facing outwards, letting Loki understand you better. “Th-they s-said that they love s-someone else and that they’ve b-been seeing them while we were to-together.”

You let out another choked sob, your entire body shaking in Loki’s arms. He squeezed you harder to let you know that he was there and he wouldn’t let you go until you decided to separate yourself from him.

“The two of you just had a date last night. What happened?” Loki asked quietly, his fingers sifting through your soft hair. You exhaled shakily to try and pull yourself together enough to speak coherently.

“That’s why I’m so confused a-and hurt. I thought we had a great night and it t-turns out that they were lying to me this whole time. They never really loved me.” The melancholy was apparent in the tone of your voice and Loki’s heart broke for you. How he wished he could string Dakota up by their toes for hurting you so terribly. “I just don’t understand why I’m so unlovable.”

“Woah! Hey! Look at me,” Loki ordered softly. It was a subtle demand, one that only happened when he scolded you for being too hard on yourself, so you did as you were told. You twisted your head up to look at him, salty tears staining your pink cheeks. “Don’t you dare believe that this is your fault, do you understand me?”

“This is, like, the 3rd time someone has cheated on me, Loki. How can I not believe that there’s something wrong with me?” You cried. Loki took his thumb and wiped away your falling tears before holding both sides of your face in his hands, cooling down your burning skin with his ice-cold fingertips.

“My sweet love,” He whispered before placing one of his gentle kisses onto your forehead. “I promise that the problem is not with you. It’s with those lowlife people who don’t have the decency to end a relationship before they start something new.”

Your lip quivered again and you shut your eyes tight. Loki felt it best to continue with his thoughts.

“I love you and I’m still right here at your side, am I not? Nothing you do could ever make me stop loving you the way you deserve to be loved,” He shook your head a bit, silently telling you to look at him again. You did without hesitation and found yourself swimming in his gorgeous blue-green eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

You had the will to finally calm yourself as you took in the importance of Loki’s words. You didn’t know if you could truly believe them right now. It would most definitely take time, but what you did know, was that Loki didn’t say things if he didn’t mean them.

You nodded slightly, licking your lips to rid them of any saltiness that remained, and pulled your face from his hands to snuggle into him further. This, right there in Loki’s arms, was where you felt most at home and safe. It was unfortunate that you’d never love him romantically because you knew he’d be the perfect boyfriend and you’d never have to worry about finding love ever again.

You let out a breathy laugh at the thought. “Gee, Loki, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with me or something.”

Loki chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his toned chest. “Oh, darling, you shouldn’t put such thoughts into my head. I have a soft spot for you, you know,” He said, rubbing your arm gently. It was true. Loki still adopted that hardened demeanor around the other members of the compound, but for you, it washed away with only the sight of you.

You didn’t know why Loki liked you more than the others. You never asked. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you were not an agent, but only a lab assistant that could run circles around the genius in the iron suit. Or maybe it was due to the fact that you only looked at him with kindness—never pity or disgust.

You liked the relationship you had with Loki, so you didn’t need to ask. All that mattered was that he loved you and you loved him.

You let out a contented sigh and shut your eyes, focusing on your breaths syncing up with Loki’s.

“Are you feeling better?” He questioned as you went silent. You shrugged in response.

“I don’t know. A bit, maybe,” You stated in a hushed voice. Loki hummed as he continued to stroke your upper arm in comfort. “I’m sorry about our plans.”

“No need to apologize, love. We can have a lifetime full of dinner dates. We’ll go out when you are ready,” Loki voiced soothingly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think so. You’ve done so much already.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t lay down my life for you if you asked,” He squeezed you into a hug once more. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go over there and burn their belongings? They obviously have no care about the things they claim to love.”

You couldn’t help the small giggle that rose from your throat at Loki’s dramatics. “No, but thank you for offering. I think I’m just gonna go to sleep if that’s okay.”

“I believe that’s a great idea. Would you like me to stay with you?” He asked. You separated yourself from him, sitting up in bed to see him fully.

You grasped his hand into yours, clutching it firmly. “No, you can go. I want to be alone for a bit,” You spoke quietly. Loki’s gaze fostered concern, so you half-smiled and rubbed your thumb onto the smooth skin of his hand. “I’ll be fine, Loki. I promise. My phone is off and I just want to sleep.”

“If you’re sure…” He trailed off. You nodded affirmatively. “Well, then sleep well, darling. I’m going to have a word with Stark to get you the day off tomorrow. I’ll be back to check on you in the morning.”

Loki brought your hand up to kiss your knuckles and you grinned at the gesture. “Thank you. I love you,” You said to him prior you sinking into your sheets and settling your head on your pillow.

“I love you more than all the stars in all the nine realms,” Loki tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, delighted to see even the smallest of smiles grace your features. “Goodnight, dear.”

“Night.”

Loki rose from your bed, causing you to sink further into your mattress as it lost his weight, and strolled over to the exit. He flipped the light switch and left the room without any further words.

The kindness with which he showed you was one of your favorite things about him. Truth was, he did make you feel a little better just by being at your side and holding you as if you’d fall to pieces were he to let go.

So, instead of falling asleep thinking about Dakota, you thought of Loki and how much he meant to you.

Waking up was a different story, however. You stirred awake at the time you normally would on a day off—around 9am—and almost instantly, you were hit with the remembrance of last night. Not the good memories Loki left you with, no, but the sour ones of those messages from your now ex-lover.

They didn’t even have the decency to tell you to your face. You’d been through multiple breakups in your life, with most of them ending in a screaming match. At least then you knew there was a bit of emotion behind their actions. Dakota seemed cold and distant. Almost as if they never truly loved you in the first place.

A stray tear slipped from your eye as you flipped onto your back to stare blankly at the ceiling. Why did this always happen to you?

As you conjured up a mental list of reasons why you can never keep a relationship, a set of knuckles wrapped on your door and it squeaked as it was opened a tad.

Loki peered in just as he did the night before to see if you were still sleeping. He let himself in as he caught you blinking, looking straight ahead. “Good morning, darling. How are you feeling?”

You sighed. You didn’t have much energy to socialize at the moment, so you turned over on your side so that your back was facing him.

“I’m fine,” You declared blandly.

“You don’t sound fine,” Loki shuffled closer to you. “How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine. I’m still kind of tired, though. I’m going back to sleep.”

“It’s almost 10 o’clock,” Loki stated.

“I’m aware.”

“Well, shouldn’t you get out of—”

“Loki, I really just want to be alone. I don’t have the mental space to talk or do anything other than sleep right now, so can you please go? I’ll talk to you later,” You said to him. It wasn’t harsh, it was sad and pleading.

Loki’s instincts told him that you needed love and comfort, but the wound was still fresh. He wouldn’t push you past your limits. So, he nodded, though you couldn’t see, and backed away from you.

“Of course, my love. Please, call me if you need anything.”

“I will,” You whispered, almost inaudible. Once you heard the door shut, you knew it was safe to cry. To let out the tears you didn’t want Loki to see. He’d consoled you enough already.

A quiet sob overcame you once again. You knew it was foolish to be so upset over something that seemed so minor compared to the horrors that others have faced, but you’d been sheltered for most of your life. The worst thing to ever happen to you other than the breakups was a death in your family, so this was high on your list of things that made you go dark.

For hours, you sat in silence; thinking, crying, dozing off. You faintly remember your door creeping open again when the sun was at its peak due to how the light shone on your floor, so you knew it was around 2pm. Your back was still facing the door, so you weren’t able to see who it was, though you knew without a doubt it was Loki.

You feigned sleep, lying as still as possible to get him to leave without disturbing you. Fortunately, he did without complaint. You were well aware that laying in bed all day wasn’t good for your mental health—or physical health since you hadn’t eaten a thing since yesterday—but you didn’t have the wits to care.

You deserved peace and quiet. You deserved a lazy day. Living in a building full of loud and rambunctious heroes, it was challenging to find a place where there was no noise and with how hard you work in the lab, you didn’t see why you couldn’t spend today doing whatever the hell you wanted.

So, there you lay. You tossed and turned for another couple of hours, your brain swimming in memories with Dakota to try and pick out moments where it should have been obvious they were seeing someone else. Either they were lying (which seemed unlikely) or they were just a damn good actor because all you remember were the good times. The way they told you that they loved you felt so real, perhaps you weren’t an idiot to believe it.

But it didn’t matter now. That fun time you had with them, whether it was fake or not, was long gone.

In the early evening, a hard knock was heard on your door. Again, you knew exactly who it was, even though his knocks were commonly soft and timid. You groaned and pulled the blanket over your head as Loki swung the door open.

“It’s 5pm and you’re still in bed,” He stated firmly, yet without the harshness in his voice.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” You bit back sarcastically, not nearly as mean as you wanted to sound since you were muffled under your comforter. You knew the way you were acting towards him was unfair considering all he did for you the night before, but you didn’t have the energy to deal with anyone today.

Loki walked into your room, shutting the door behind him and headed straight for your bed, ripping the blanket off of you swiftly. “I know what you’re doing.”

You glared up at him, sans malicious intent. “And what am I doing?”

“You’re in your head thinking of signs that you should have known,” Loki said. Damn. He really did know. As your face faltered for the smallest second, he continued. “I know you better than you know yourself, darling. You should know this by now.”

“You’re insufferable,” You muttered, then flipped over once again so your back was toward him. Loki took it upon himself to sit on the edge of your bed.

“This isn’t the end, you know,” He responded. “There will be plenty of others in your life that you find happiness with.”

“I don’t want to think about that right now, Loki.”

“Then, let’s take your mind off of it. I brought a bottle of Moscato and some takeout Chinese food from that one place you love so much,” Loki flicked his wrist, making the alcohol and dinner appear from thin air. He reached over and placed it in front of your face, but you stubborn thing, you just pushed it away.

“I’m not hungry,” You voiced flatly. Loki sighed and placed a hand on your thigh.

“You haven’t eaten in almost 24 hours. You can’t let yourself waste away like this.” He shifted his hand to your shoulder to pull you flat on your back so you could look at him. He wanted you to see the sincerity behind his eyes. “You don’t have to be alone for this. Let me take care of you.”

You shut your eyes almost immediately, telling yourself not to cry. “Loki, I’m a mess right now and you have done more than enough for me already.”

“Everyone needs help now and then. You shouldn’t be ashamed to ask for it. Regardless, all I am looking for is your permission to keep you company and to help you take your mind off of things for a while,” Loki explained as his thumb rubbed against your jaw. “Will you let me do that for you?”

You balled your hands into fists, rubbing the tears away from your eyes and letting out a large breath.

“Yeah,” You croaked out. Your eyes fell onto Loki’s and you weren’t able to stop your lips from pulling into a tight grin at the sight of his childish, giddy smile. He stood up to let you readjust your position to sit upright and make room for him on your bed.

Before he could sit, you reached your arm out for the bottle of wine that was now near the edge of your bed, as if it were your own personal Mjolnir. It didn’t shoot straight into your hand—much to your disappointment—so you looked at Loki pleadingly.

Loki silently chuckled and grabbed it for you, passing it into your hand.

“Thanks,” You uttered, twisting off the cap and taking a big swig straight from the bottle. “Are you drinking, too, or are you just here to make sure I don’t drink myself into oblivion?”

Loki slid into the bed beside you, placing the large comforter over both of your legs. “Neither. I am merely here to support you in whatever you choose to do as long as you promise to eat.”

You hummed as you took another sip of the sweet Moscato and then leaned your head onto his shoulder. “Yes, mom.”

Loki smiled at your comment and rested his head on top yours, letting the quiet wash over you. Again, you began to think of how amazing Loki would be as a boyfriend. Though, the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he treated you like a lover already; minus the kissing and sexual acts. It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to the God. Of course you were, but an actual relationship with him just didn’t seem right.

Hey, can I ask a favor of you?” You spoke up after a while.

“Of course, my love. Anything you want, it’s yours.”

“If I’m still single by the time I’m 40, will you marry me?” You interlaced his fingers with yours. Loki let out a belly laugh at the request.

“That’s what you want from me?” Loki asked incredulously. He picked his head back up to look over at you, smiling as you glanced at him with raised eyebrows.

“What? You’re basically my husband already! What’s stopping you from just signing the papers to make it official 12 years from now?” You shrugged, lifting the bottle of alcohol to your lips again. “We’d make a good couple, don’t try to deny it.”

A small smirk rose to Loki’s face at the implications. “Darling, you wouldn’t be able to handle what I have to offer,” He growled seductively, bringing his lips close to the pliant skin beneath your ear and giving you playful pecks. Your shoulder scrunched up to block access and you leaned away from him, giggling all the while.

“Ah! Loki, that tihickles,” You admitted. Loki knew of how ticklish you were and had for a couple of years now. It was purely an accident when he discovered your sensitivity. All he wanted was for you to move your feet so that he could sit where they lie and as he pushed them away, his nails caught your instep, resulting in a small flinch and giggle.

He exploited that little factoid about you for nearly 5 minutes before you almost passed out from laughter. After that, it was common for him to come up and tickle you out of the blue. Most of the time, it was for no other reason that just to hear your sweet laugh, so you didn’t truly mind. You adored the playfulness.

“Mm, yes, I see,” Loki voiced lowly, as if he were taking note of it like an experiment. “Tell me, love, how am I to marry you if you can’t seem to handle my forms of intimacy?”

Loki extended his hand over to your side, rubbing it gently before fluttering his fingers at your ribs, bringing his soft lips back to the crook of your neck.

Your giggles became more apparent between the two different ticklish sensations and you attempted to squirm away from him. “I-hi can handle ihit. You’re juhust tihickling me ohohon purpose!”

“Only because I love hearing that wonderful and vibrant laugh of yours,” Loki picked up the pace of those wretched fingers at your side, relishing in the small squeal you made. “You know, you’ve been lying in bed all day. You must be a bit tense. What do you say to a massage, hm?”

Before you could react or respond, Loki threw the blanket off of the two of you, sat up on his knees to reach your legs so he could pull you farther down on the bed, and flipped you over onto your stomach. It happened so fast, you didn’t have the chance to protest before he straddled your hips, pinning you to the mattress in a position where you couldn’t make a grab for his hands.

“W-Wait, wait! I’m fine. I’m not tense!” You argued, albeit half-heartedly. Truth was, you needed this. This mischievousness and the feeling of laughing until your lungs hurt just to forget about it all.

“Relax, darling. Your future husband is trying to take care of you,” Loki taunted, kneading his thumbs into the muscles on top of your shoulder blades, causing you to release a sigh of contentment.

“Yeah, but, mm—” You groaned when he hit a particularly sore spot at the base of your neck. “Y-you’re going to tickle me. Since when is that taking care of someone?”

“You and I both know that you need to get your mind off of things and what better way to do that than to tickle you senseless, hm? Also, last time I checked, laughing releases endorphins which make people happier. But you already knew that, genius,” Loki teased you, gently wiggling his fingers just beneath your ear. You squeaked and twisted your head to cover up that side, a big, ticklish grin on your face. “Plus, there’s no reward without risk. I’ll give you an actual massage later.”

You whined with a small anticipatory giggle trying to look at him, but the way he had you pinned made it impossible. “The food you wanted me to eat so bad is getting cold.”

Loki glanced over his shoulder to the takeout food at the foot of your bed, then grabbed it and concealed it with his seidr so it wouldn’t fall to the floor in your inevitable struggle to escape.

“You said yourself you weren’t hungry,” He pointed out, both hands sliding down your back until they were just under your shoulder blades. He poised his thumbs on either side of your spine, bracing his other four fingers onto the bones of your ribs.

“Well, I am!”

“Oh, so you were lying to me?” Loki drawled out, squeezing your ribcage once just to hear you squeal. “Honestly, darling, how do you plan on basing a marriage off of lies?”

With that, he began to dig his nimble fingers into the crevices of your upper ribs. You jolted violently before falling into thunderous laughter, your elbows slamming into yourself for protection.

“AHH! Dahamn it, LohokiHIHI! We’re nohohot actually maharried,” You spoke through your giggles.

“That I know, but I’m preparing you for the future should the need for my services arise. I believe I’m teaching you a valuable lesson,” Loki shifted down lower, pinching at the soft skin of your sides through your shirt. Instantly, you started struggling and squirming harder.

“No, NohOHOHO! YOU’RE A HYPOCRIHITE! YOHOU’RE LIHITERALLY THE GOHOHOD OF LIHIES!” You shouted out, trying to make a grab for his hands which only just opened up more space for Loki to attack. He quickly shot them up into the hollows under your arms, snickering at the guttural scream you made.

You clamped your arms down onto his hands, though it did nothing to help, and you fell limp against the bed.

“Tell me a time I have lied to you,” Loki ordered. “Go on, I’m listening.”

He knew that your underarms were your weakest spot and he knew that you wouldn’t be able to speak through your laughter, but he loved teasing you in this way, watching as your cheeks turned a shade darker.

“LO-HAHA-LOHO… I- HA! PLEHEASE I CAHAN’T! GEHEHET YOUR HAHANDS OUT!”

Loki did as he was told and snatched his tickling fingers away from you. He lifted up off of you, then pushed you over so that you were laying on your back.

You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, then as you exhaled, you glared at Loki. “You are the meanest future husband ever. I think I want to take it back.”

Loki laid down beside you, propping himself up by his left elbow and smiling down at you.

“You wound me, darling,” He said dramatically, emphasizing the word with a single wiggling finger at the bare skin of your hip where your shirt rode up. Another small giggle escaped you and you moved your hand to block him. He was too quick for you, though, and he just reached to the other side. “And to think I was trying to make you feel better.”

“Yohou promised me a massahage. That would mahake me feel better!” You pulled your shirt down completely, sporting a smiley pout. Loki nodded with a smirk.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Right here looks pretty sore, don’t you think?” He asked rhetorically prior to digging his fingers into your abdominal muscles. You barked out another loud laugh and attempted to roll away from him, but as you turned onto your side, Loki pulled you back into his chest and wrapped his legs around yours so that you were trapped again. “Hm, I must not be doing it right. It still feels rock hard.”

Loki made circles with his thumbs along the backs of your ribs and gently scratched at your sides. You twisted your head into the pillow to mute the mind-numbing screech you made and gripped onto Loki’s wrist to pull his hand away.

“Yohohou SUHUCK!”

“Alright, alright,” Loki finally relented. “Turn over and I swear I’ll give you an actual massage,” He placed a short peck on the back of your head and leaned back so that you could shift back to your original position. You did as told, but before relaxing you pointed a stern finger at him.

“No tickling,” You scolded. Loki chuckled and raised his hands up in defense.

“No tickling.”

You settled into the mattress with a deep sigh, letting Loki sit back on top of you. The care with which he showed you, even when he was tickling you to tears, was more than you deserved. You felt that you took him for granted. He’d never let you believe that, of course, but he was always there for you. Always. Even for the tiniest inconveniences such as dropping your food onto the floor; he’d always be at your side to pick it up and make you more.

“I need to thank you,” You muttered out as his hands rubbed away the knots in your shoulders.

“What ever for, dove?”

“You’re always there for me, no matter what. I know there are more important things you could be doing, but instead you’re here with me, so thank you, Loki,” You brought your arms up to rest your head on them and your eyes fluttered closed.

Loki pressed his thumb into the side of your neck, putting just the right amount of pressure to wash away the stress you’d been feeling.

“There is no one in this universe that is more important than you, darling. And I don’t lie to you,” He replied. “We may not be romantically involved, but believe me when I tell you that there is no one else I’d rather be spending my time with.”

Loki glided his firm hands down your back, rubbing just enough pressure in to make you relax a bit more.

“You love me that much? Wow, who’s gonna break the news to Thor?” You chuckled. Loki followed, pausing the massage so he could lean down to see your face.

“My dear brother is well aware that you rank higher than him on the list of beings I’ve come to tolerate. I think you’d be surprised to know that he doesn’t even make the top 3.”

“Oh-ho, who beat him out?” You grinned.

“You, Barnes and that little tree creature that only says 3 words,” Loki confessed. You laughed heartily at his honesty and nodded your head.

“Yeah, that tracks,” You noted. Loki started his massaging fingers back up again, now at your lower back. “Anyway, I just thought I’d thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, but you’re always welcome,” He insisted. You hummed with a smile. “Are you feeling better?”

“Much better.”

Loki finished up massaging your back and rolled off of you again, holding his arms out for you to snuggle into him. You did so without any hesitation.

“I know this has been hard for you, but you survived the worst part,” Loki whispered into your hair. “And if it starts to weigh on you again, just let me know. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You squeezed Loki tighter, a single tear slipping from your eye. You found that it wasn’t from the breakup, no.

It was simply because Loki was there to help you through it.

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I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO CHECKING OUT THOSE WRITER ASKS, so excuse me, I'm going to disturb your schedule now with some things I want to ask. For 2023 review asks: 1, 3, 9, 23, 24, and 30 please. For the AO3 wrapped asks: 3, 5, 20, and 30, if you'd be so kind. Hope you are having an excellent time and lots of rest, Cal!

at least this time im at my computer and not on mobile so it will be infitely easier to reply! thank you <3

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

writing present tense actually! my dear beta has been suggesting it for years bc i mostly wrote past tense (or both i would switch in the middle of a work constantly, sorry @vaguelyreferential) so i dont even know what made me do it one piece fic just had the vibes for it i guess

What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

i write best at night and unfortunately like it best to write on my laptop. unfortunately bc i got an ergonomic keyboard for reasons and with the laptop thats not really compatible (i can of course conntect it but i like the vibe of the laptop yknow) i think it might have something to do with my double monitor setup on my main computer which tends to distract me so. fun things about being creative with adhd

What fic meant the most to you to write?

woof. thats a tough one. i mean to a certain degree they all mean something to me yknow. or i wouldnt write them. but i think meaningful to me personally is probably Salt of Midgar its the first long ongoing fic ive done in a while and i really tried to be consistent with uploads and stuff and try to hone the whole "done is better than perfect" with it. i sadly lost the consisitency with putting out chapters with it but i am still very dedicated to finishing it and plan to do it next year.

also have to say one of my unfinished 00Q fics has a soft spot in my heart bc i met my beta through it and got back into writing in the first place bc of the james bond fandom. i have planned to "reboot it" of sorts aka rewrite and actually finish it (bc its so old at this point my style wouldnt really work with it anymore and i also have no idea where i was going). it got shelved bc i got swallowed up my one piece fandom but yknow

Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

“You don’t have to have all the answers for him right now, you know that right?” Kazuha told him gently and he glanced up, feeling small and terrified at the gulf that was opening in his chest. She smiled and nudged their joined hands. “Just talk to him and tell him the truth. Left to your own devices you two just reach the worst conclusions possible.” She added teasingly and Heiji felt himself snort. She had them there. “Communication.” She stressed in a tone of voice Heiji was too familiar with from their time as a couple. With a final squeeze, he extracted his hands and groaned, letting his head hang over the back of the chair. “Why do I have to be the mature one? Why can’t he come talk to me?” He whined. “Because Shinichi is emotionally stunted and you are better at interpersonal relationships than him.” She said placatingly and Heiji gaped at her. He narrowed his eyes at her. Kazuha grinned as innocently as possible. Oh, she was goading him.

this whole conversation from the third chapter of One Trick Pony probably. i struggled with that whole chapter in general a whole lot. this conversation originally took place on the train before i scrapped that location change so to speak and had them stay in kazuha's place. what was difficult at the time with that chapter is how miserable the characters were and i got really into that headspace which kinda made writing hard. but im glad with how it turned out in the end!

What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

i think i have a lot of my "oho" moments when im not actively writing. such as kaito working for the friend of heijis mom. that was like a "yknow what would be funny" and then i implemented that and from that alone came The Simple Life of Kaito. otherwise my writing process is often just getting possessed by ideas and getting them out of my head the way they want it

What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

as said above i want to finish up Salt of Midgar which i think are 2-3 chapters by my last count.

i also had another one piece thing thats basically done that i need to polish up which is in universe and two other things that i might finish up ive been trucking away at those for a while. one is a sequel to laws eleven and the other is a new AU. also of course lucky charm. that reminds me i have to finish up the next chapter for that whoops

i'll post this now just so i dont lose it all but will reply to the other questions in a reblog!!

#moi #ask meme #reply

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hii ! i hope i'm not disturbing you or anything but i was wondering if i could get a male aot & arcane matchup ?? if you're not taking any requests or so, please disregard this hehe

i'm 19 ( turning 20 in a few months ew ), an architecture student, pansexual with a more male preference, libra, and my mbti is enfj if you need all that jazz ! hehe

appearance-wise, i have dark brown eyes, long layered wavy-curly hair that's dyed kinda like a golden-brown ( though my original dark brown hair is showing since i haven't dyed my hair in months hekhok ). i am short ( 4'11 - 5'0 😭 ), i have tanned skin, and long black nails as of the moment ! i also wear these transparent-rimmed glasses, though they're mainly used when i use gadgets or read.

for hobbies, i like to create art ( mainly sketch and paint using watercolor now bc of my major ), watch anime, do makeup, play video games, and read books ! i love anything horror, stephen king and junji ito are my favorites in the genre. i also love true crime and psychology ( would've prob taken political science or criminology if i didn't take architecture ) !

personality-wise, people would say i am very sociable, outspoken, and friendly. they also say that i'm funny and very loud ( in a good way! ). i join a lot of organizations in my school and my friends and classmates would always joke about me being the next president or vice-president of our organizations. i call everyone 'babes' or 'babe' and i can easily make friends or joining in the crowd/bond with someone because i am bond to have at least one similarity with the person, may it be from our likes, dislikes, or experiences. my friends also say that i am a 'motherly' type of person; someone who loves love, who is protective, who tries to help in anyway they can, and who will love someone with all of their heart.

ig my type would be nerdy people who can be your best friend HDKSJDKD i don't specifically have a type bc i tend to go from the soft and cute people to the shy or quiet mysterious people HDJAJDKDKS. though, i like the idea of someone balancing me out, so probably a mix of both where like they're my best friend who teases me but they're more quiet and less sociable than me with other people. behind closed doors or when there aren't that much people around, they're romantic and clingy though HEHEHEH

that's all ig HAHHAHA i'm sorry if this is long but i hope you have a great day, babes ! mwah 💋

- 📐 anon

Hi! First off sorry it took so long, I just put off writing shit bc im just so tired. Anyways, im so sorry but I sort of fell out of AOT so I just wrote the arcane one out :( your arcane match up... I pair you with....

VIKTOR

Hes a nerd as well dw.

bro whenever you’re watching a crime show, or anything actually he figures out the plot and he’ll ask you if you want to know all the plot twists 💀💀. Wont tell you if you say no. I feel like he would love watching romance animes with you, he thinks they’re neat.

wont ask you to draw him but will be really pleased if you do, loves watching you play around with water colors, he finds it relaxing.

when hes really busy with hex tech he’ll invite you into his office and let you sit in silence with your head resting on his lap.

you help him socialize, lord knows he needs more friends. Appreciates your outgoing personality bc that means he won’t have to talk much around people at social functions 💀.

wouldn’t mind if you called other people babe or babes but you have to give him a nickname that you call him and only him.

You make sure he isn’t overworking himself and makes sure he’s getting enough rest, specially with his illness :(

since Jayce mainly covers the public appearances he doesnt mind you being clingy since he doesn’t have as high a reputation to hold so he lets you cling to him

you two cuddle up and read your favourite books ranging from fantasy and science based ones (his choice) or horror books (yours)

#- 📐 anon #anon answered #matchup #personalised post #arcane #Arcane x reader #viktor x reader #x reader

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Beautiful

This exists thanks to @rodionismyhero <3 Thank you <3

Ship: Razumikhin/Raskolnikov

Summary: He was sure that wherever, whenever Rodya happened, so would Dima — and this way he was forever doomed with the prospect of following the man around like an overeager puppy.

But metaphysics was not his area — it was Rodion’s — and neither the point Razumikhin was looking for.

Rating: Explicit (warning for Lemon)

Warnings/tags: Modern setting, College AU, engineering student!Razumikhin, philosophy student!Raskolnikov, the very first time I post smut off-anon pls forgive me

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If one made a list of problems in Razumikhin’s life, somehow it would always go back to Rodya being his friend. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the guy — which he did perhaps a bit too much; Dmitri couldn’t think of a plane of existence where the two of them hadn’t crossed and become at least acquaintances. The amount of appreciation he directed to Raskolnikov couldn’t possibly cease just because of a dimensional switch. He was sure that wherever, whenever Rodya happened, so would Dima — and this way he was forever doomed with the prospect of following the man around like an overeager puppy.

But metaphysics was not his area — it was Rodion’s — and neither the point Razumikhin was looking for.

People called their friendship ’weird’; yes, they had the guts to look Dima dead in the eyes with a sorry smile and call it weird. A stupid term, Rodya told him once, while he rambled about whatever Foucault's book he had been reading recently, and Razumikhin agreed. They weren’t weird — the grumpy hermit intellectual who ends up in a relationship with the extroverted jock everyone loves, or whatever. They were unbalanced. Both of them were, not as a duo but as individuals: Razumikhin was unbalanced for giving Rodya sovereign over his body, heart and soul, and Rodya for… well, being Rodya.

Which could be either a curse or a blessing — Dmitri was sure the only reason his friend hadn’t confronted him yet on his feelings was that said friend was Rodya.

He didn’t understand how the hell it happened. One day he was strolling down the streets, bumped into an undergrad from a completely different faculty, and then bang, he was lying awake at night thinking about mysterious dark brown eyes. He spent all of his high school years sleeping throughout history lessons, but when Rodion explained how Nietzsche’s books influenced eugenics in Nazi Germany he didn’t even blink. Raskolnikov opened his mouth and he felt as if the Universe was being peeled right in front of him. He was torn between listening attentively and wanting to shut him up using very unorthodox methods.

Rodya wasn’t objectively beautiful — he was skinny, lanky even, dressed like a mix of hipster and beggar, and had this perpetual frown that sometimes merged into an I’m-about-to-pass-out expression. Although the affection happened at first sight, the attraction took a while to rise. But when it did, Dima’s pathetic admiration-slash-crush turned into a full-on abyss of, what, feelings and such. Reprehensible.

Rodya would kill him if he found out.

Razumikhin couldn’t help it. He’d run all the way across the campus to have lunch in the cafeteria next to the Philosophy and Social Sciences faculty, just so he could sit next to Rodya for mere forty minutes. He’d cancel plans because Rodya was not in the mood to meet people, and would sit next to him in the library for hours even if he wasn’t that much of reader himself. He started studying quantum physics because once Rodya told him it was more interesting than numbers and calculus, and he could now name four presocratic philosophers (which was more than he ever thought he could do). He’d do and give up anything, if it would make his friend slightly happier.

And that included, apparently, storming out of a party Dmitri had been really excited to attend.

You see, perhaps he shouldn’t have brought Raskolnikov to an event organized by engineering students that was full of, well, engineering students. Rodya never failed to bring up how much he despised ‘number freaks’ and variations, how ignorant they were when it came to anything besides doing maths. He’d said that to Razumikhin’s face many times before and, even if Dima knew he was referring to others and not himself, it had always struck a nerve. Dmitri thought he could make him change his mind, or at least be a bit more open-minded, if he introduced him to his friends. A party had seemed like a very good excuse to do so — Razumikhin had insisted over and over again, and when Rodya finally relented… Let’s just say he smiled throughout the rest of the day.

Now, however, the only thing he felt was guilt. With some sprinkles of annoyance — at his friends, for saying those ridiculous things to Rodya, and at Rodya for taking everything so personally. But mostly at himself: he should have known better than to bring an antisocial to a social environment.

The fact Rodya accepted, though, still reverberated through his whole being — he’d wouldn’t go for himself, but he was willing to swallow his pride and fears to stand next to Razumikhin for a couple of highly stressful hours.

“Rodya, wait!”

Dmitri trailed behind his friend, watching him stomp and run at the same time — which was impressive, how did Rodya manage to do both? The alcohol he had ingested was barely enough to keep the cold at bay, but Raskolnikov’s portion seemed more than enough to make him stagger a bit.

“Please!”

Ok, so Dima’s friends were idiots, and they were the only idiots in the story. He wanted to know what the hell kind of mental gymnastics Rodion had succeeded to make that got him angry at Razumikhin. Unless it was not only— he couldn’t discard the possibility that he had done something that distressed the man, after all, Rodya was… sensitive. And sometimes Dmitri’s actions or words could mean much more to the other than they did to himself.

When he finally got his hands on the man’s upper-arms, Rodion did stop — but kept trying to twist away from grip.

“Stop trying to pull away!,” snapped Dmitri, “I just want to talk!”

Keeping his eyes on the ground, Rodya relented. “Let me go.”

“You won’t run away if I do?”

The man shrugged. Razumikhin figured it would be the closest to a positive answer and let go. “What happened?”

Rodya blushed, out of anger or embarrassment or whatever else he was feeling at that moment. “You saw everything!”

“About the political argument, yes, but what else?”

Still refusing to meet Razumikhin’s gaze, Raskolnikov stuffed his hands inside of his coat’s pockets. “I didn’t like the party, so I left.”

Stormed out, thought Dmitri, but I suppose that’s just semantics.

“If it was just that, you wouldn’t have told me you were leaving.”

He never did. It always hurt a bit, it made him feel… unwanted. Not that he expected Rodya to depend on him to leave whenever he was uncomfortable, but a warning would be very welcome. For friendship’s sake, of course.

“Whatever. Your friends are neanderthals.”

“Sure,” Razumikhin rolled his eyes, “where are you going then if you don’t like the party?”

He shrugged, “The dorms, probably. It’s not like I have anywhere else to go.”

And Dmitri followed him — like he always did.

It was yet to exist a place more empty than Raskolnikov’s bedroom. He lived alone — Razumikhin had the vague impression Rodya would rather live on the streets than have a roommate — which was a revolutionary act of itself, since very few students were granted such privilege. But he seemed to abdicate of all benefits that came with having a room of his own. There were no decorations of any sorts, just four beige walls, and a small window; the bed was always undone and some stacks of books and notes were scattered around the floor. When Dmitri had asked him about bringing people over, Rodya had stared him as if he was an alien.

They hanged out sometimes in here, though. Dima would bring snacks and beers and they would sit and talk, talk, talk. It appeared to be their favorite thing to do — talk, talk, talk.

But today they were silent — there were no drinks or snacks, much less available topics. Dmitri kept throwing glances at Rodya throughout the whole way there, trying to figure out if the man was still irritated or just pensive. In turn, Raskolnikov seemed to not pay him attention at all. Even when their sides brushed as they walked, or when Dima’s glances lingered for too long. He invited Dmitri in, and it was probably more out of habit than wanting to spend more time with a friend. But today things felt different — the alcohol, perhaps? — and Razumikhin caught himself anticipating an implosion — Rodya’s silence would become too much and he would bleed inside, leaving Razumikhin to clean after his hemorrhage.

As soon as the door was closed, he felt the hot-and-cold air around them curl around his throat.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

Rodya’s head tilted to the side. “What for?”

“For taking you to a place you obviously didn’t want to go,” Dmitri clarified, “I was being selfish.”

“Don’t apologize for things you don’t need to, it kills all the purpose of an apology and makes you look like an idiot.”

Dmitri had an idea of what he looked like when he was listening to anything Rodya said — mesmerized, impressed, now adding the flush from the alcohol so he was probably looking like an idiot with or without the apology. And he felt like one, when the tension grew so tight it almost took his breath away. Raskolnikov stared at him from under his bangs, brown eyes shining like amber under the sunlight. It was that same sickly gleam he always carried around, as if instability was an inherent aspect of his soul and it reflected on his physical body. Beautiful, Razumikhin thought, just like he always did. Because it truly was.

Razumikhin was the one who did it — because there was no way Raskolnikov would be able to, even with all the random spurts of self-confidence. No, he took the step that closed the distance, he put his lips over Rodya’s, he put a hand on the other’s nape to try to find a better angle.

But it was Rodya who gripped his lapels and turned the kiss into a fight.

The sharp intake of breath came from Dmitri’s surprise, and the groan from the indescribable feel of Rodya’s tongue against his. They stumbled together — thank god, no books were stepped on — and Raskolnikov’s back hit the wall with a thud that reverberated through Dmitri’s ribcage. The angle was wrong again and Rodya was obviously not practiced enough and they were both stinking of alcohol and smoke and it was sublime. Razumikhin was still stuck on oh my god I’m kissing Rodya but nothing stopped him from gripping the other’s hips and shoving a thigh between his parted legs.

Despite ego and pride, Raskolnikov whimpered, the hold on Dmitri’s clothes shaking and being quickly substituted by arms tightening around Razumikhin’s shoulders. Rodya rolled his hips, and Razumikhin swallowed all his moans eagerly. Beautiful, he thought once again, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, and Dmitri had a soft spot for pretty things.

Razumikhin interrupted the kiss to fumble with their belts, then the pants’ button, then the zippers, and he could feel Raskolnikov’s startled eyes glued to his face as he did. He almost stopped, but Rodya was reaching to get both his pants and underwear out of the way and that should be enough for consenting, shouldn’t it?

what the fuck is going on what the actual f

And that was it— the kiss became a mess while Rodya seemed frantic to tear Razumikhin’s shirt, fisting and pulling, sobbing between their lips as if he couldn’t breathe. Dmitri was burning, from head to toe and his spirit was probably in flames too, but who cared. It was so fast and twisted, completely unexpected and out of order. Which was exactly what made it right, at least in Razumikhin’s opinion.

Dmitri was too far gone now, and Rodya seemed to be a few steps ahead. Their hips rocked together, their cocks rubbing maddeningly and Razumikhin was drunk on the other’s gasped pleasurable sounds. Realizing his hands could leave the bony hips they rested on, Dmitri sneaked them under Raskolnikov’s shirt, sliding up his ribs — the man squirmed, but didn’t pull away — so he could thumb one of Rodya’s nipples, twist them between his fingers. Rodya moaned, arching up against the touch and tugged at Dmitri’s shirt until the man got the clue.

The seconds they spent apart felt like millenniums.

Without the barrier of cloth, Razumikhin pressed their chests together. Too far gone to care about proper kisses, he dipped to mouth at Raskolnikov’s exposed throat — pale like marble, untarnished, begging to be covered with possessive purple blotches. His hands slid down his friend’s lithe body to cup his ass, then grip to help their exasperated thrusting. Harder, faster, now, now, now—

“D-Dima..!”

Rodya trembled underneath him, scratching at his back desperately, and Razumikhin could feel the warm spurts against his belly. His breath hitched as he saw the man’s features contort beautifully, beautiful, beautiful, and it wasn’t long before he followed suit.

It was only when it was over, when their legs gave away beneath them, that Razumikhin felt the worry creep on him. He looked at Rodya, sitting by his side with his knees pulled against his chest — he was entirely in disarray, and Dmitri probably wasn’t much better. He wanted to pull him closer, but when he put his arms around the other’s bare waist he met stone-cold eyes.

“Don’t ask me to leave,” said Razumikhin. Begged.

“You can’t stay here.”

“Do you really hate me that much?”

Rodya’s cheeks, already pink from their previous activities, turned a few shades darker. “Don’t say that.”

“Let me stay,” he insisted, “let me stay, and we’ll talk things over tomorrow.”

There was a sigh and no more protests, then Rodya’s forehead bumped against Razumikhin’s shoulder.

“Okay, then.”

#crime and punishment #fyodor dostoevsky #raskolnikov x razumikhin #raskolnikov #razumikhin #razumikhin x raskolnikov #fanfic #I AM SO SORRY DOSTOYEVSKY #I HOPE YOUR REST WAS NOT DISTURBED BC I WROTE THIS

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 three's a party (and yuu does not want to play host) 】

author's note: this is a repost of my fic, but in tumblr-friendly format in case anyone dislikes ao3's formatting sjdkfsj (i've been there too dw) it's a little fic i wrote bc i had lots of octatrio brainrot n wanted to see how they'd react to crowley overworking the prefect. n then somehow this happened. kind of a filler as i work on the rest of the reqs + my leona fic, so i hope you enjoyed it if you haven't read it already !

characters: gn! yuu, azul ashengrotto, floyd leech, jade leech

warnings: non-graphic depictions of biting + blood (gee, thanks tweels but also please be careful if you're squeamish !!)

word count: 6.8k (i brainrot too hard-)

tags: uhhh octatrio *jazz hands*, yuu is overworked and underpaid (courtesy of crowley), let's pay floyd to become a professional cuddler, and pay jade to be a professional floyd-enabler, we blame the biting on both tweels, azul-typical deal making (becoming one of my fav tags ngl), protective octatrio ? hell yeah, protective octatrio !!

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Yuu was tired. They shuffled the papers in their arms, carrying two more folders filled with them. That sad excuse of a headmage has once again tasked them with something almost impossible. This time he was shirking his own duties to go off on some weekend getaway at the Scalding Sands.

"Now I leave these duties to you, Yuu-kun," Crowley had said, not even bothering to hide the suitcase or the travel outfit he had on. Heck, he was even slathering on sunscreen as he spoke to them.

"What is it this time, headmage?" Yuu asked, Grim clearly not paying attention as he gorged himself on the cookies Crowley had set up as a bribe.

Crowley pats at the two stacks of folders on his desk, "This side is the invoices, and this side is the supplies that we received. It'd be so helpful if you could, ah, help me out in matching and making sure they're all in order."

"F-funyah... That's gonna take a long time..." Grim backed up to the door. "I-I have to turn in my potions homework... Bye, henchman!" And, there goes Grim, leaving them alone to stare at the stack of papers.

"Ahem," Crowley awkwardly picked up his suitcase. "Well, I suggest you get started soon since I need this done by the end of the weekend. I wouldn't want you to shoulder your...excessive food funds." And then he was gone. Leaving Yuu with two stacks of terror and sleep deprivation.

Yuu's been working hard, with frequent breaks to nap so that....well, so they don't keel over and die. They've bounced around several different locations so far, searching for a spot to take care of these papers. They've been working at the library, infirmary, their own room, the cafeteria (when it wasn't mealtime), and even in Trein-sensei and Crewel-sensei's classrooms. The two teachers had sent Yuu equally as pitying looks before taking a few invoices and checking them over in the middle of their own work, which Yuu was really grateful for.

Their next spot was this place: Mostro Lounge. They just hoped that the Octatrio wouldn't find them too quickly. They still had work to get done after all. It wasn’t Jade that greets them at the entrance, much to Yuu's relief. Mostro Lounge was an ideal place to do work and almost no one would be willing to disturb a customer or gaze at their work too hard.

Yuu was quickly guided into a booth near the back next to the tank. Virtually no one sat there, due to the smallness of it but Yuu quite liked it. It was almost cozy there. They ordered a drink with espresso in it, trusting the Lounge would make something presentable out of it. Yuu then set out to work.

They had almost thirty minutes of undisturbed work before someone tapped their shoulder. Yuu looked up to see Floyd, leaning his whole body over the table, a wide grin on display. Great Seven, why did it have to be Floyd that found them first?

"Why didn't you tell me you were visiting today, Little Shrimp?" Floyd easily scooted into the booth, placing their drink down. "Thought I was smelling things earlier but Shrimpy’s name's on the order and that means I win~!"

"What...what did you win?"

"Well, it doesn't matter! Now let's go play~" He tugged hard at their arm, and it felt like he was about to rip it out of its socket. "We can go visit Azul too, to tell him I won, and then we can go swimming-"

"I can't, Floyd." The taller stopped talking immediately, his grin deflating into a frown. It tied Yuu's stomach in knots. They never knew how Floyd would react to rejection.

This time, he just whined, "Why not? 'S not like you're doing anything interesting."

"Uhm," Yuu tapped at the table. "It's not interesting, but imagine if Azul was bossing you aro-"

"Azul always does that though. Don't needa imagine it."

"-okay, so Azul's bossing you around. And he tells you to do something. Or else he'll make you do something you hate, for example...?"

Floyd pouted, "...letting Jade beat up all the small fries while I'm stuck with the dishes."

Yuu paused at the example, "A very Floyd answer. Or else he won't let you beat up the people who breached his contracts. For a whole month, you have to wash dishes instead."

"Not for a month!" He was whining even harder now.

"Exactly, that's why I need to do this," Yuu vaguely gestured at the papers.

Floyd's eyes lit up, "Or else Azul won't let you beat people up? Didn't know Shrimpy liked fighti-"

"No! Or else Crowley will do something like not letting me eat food at the cafeteria!"

"Oh," And Floyd gave them a pitying look– the Floyd Leech was feeling sympathetic for them, how pathetic did they have to be?– "Then we'll play next time?"

"Yes, I'll swim with you next time," Yuu said, relieved that he understood. "I promise. Thank you for letting me work, Floyd." The blue-haired nodded, but he didn't move from his spot.

Yuu sipped at the drink– something sugary that hid the espresso really well– as they continued to work. Floyd's gaze burned into them quite intently but there was nothing they could do when he was already being so good.

Then there was a finger squishing their cheek and Floyd was grinning again, "I had a great idea~ How 'bout we sit so I can squeeze Shrimpy and Shrimpy can keep doing the boring stuff? C'mon, c'mon I'll keep you company." Yuu nodded and was immediately lifted up right into the air by the armpits. Like a cat. Yuu swore that they weren't that light, it was just the students at this school that were on crack or something for them to be that strong.

Floyd hummed as he placed them between his thighs, "See, see~ This is so much more fun." His frame draped over them slightly, arms wrapping around their waist as their back met his front. It was kind of like having a weighted blanket wrapped around them, except it wasn't warm, just...oddly comforting.

"Alright, Floyd," Yuu felt him fiddling with their uniform. "Just...don't squeeze too hard." Work went on as usual, with Floyd occasionally playing with their hair, or even nipping at their ears or neck. Yuu elbowed him when he did that. His teeth were too sharp for those seemingly innocent actions to actually be innocent. One bite and they might just bleed out, right in that dingy corner at Mostro Lounge. There was also a chance that he might pick them up and drop them on the ground once he got bored of sitting around.

But after a while, Floyd was suspiciously still. His head settled onto Yuu's shoulder, the little puffs of his breath tickling Yuu's neck every few seconds. Yuu looked over at him, brushing back his bangs to see what Floyd was doing only to find him...asleep.

The Floyd Leech was asleep. On their shoulder. That wasn't something they expected to happen when they walked in here. Floyd whined a bit in his sleep, squeezing a bit tighter. Yuu shushed at him, patting his hair to placate him. He grew silent after a bit, and Yuu released a breath.

Waking Floyd was probably going to be a headache, so they continued to work. Or was trying to continue their work, before a set of familiar footsteps had stopped at their table. They didn't bother looking up, assuming it was the waiter, here to take their drink.

"My, so this was where Floyd escaped to," – Yuu's shoulders tensed before remembering they had a sleeping eel at their back– "He was always better at sniffing out prey than me."

Ignoring the fact that they got called prey, Yuu acknowledged the calmer-looking Leech, "Jade-senpai."

"I'll come back with some tea," Jade said, taking their empty glass. "Something relaxing, perhaps? You look a little stressed, Yuu-san."

Yuu nodded, "I'd...appreciate that. How much will that be? I already paid for the drink before, just in case I forgot."

"Mmm," Jade's expression turned contemplative. "It's supposed to sell at 12 thaumarks, but since I'll be dining with you, I'll foot half the bill."

"That's...oddly nice of you," Yuu said, knowing that the other wouldn't take offense at such a comment.

And surprise surprise, Jade merely smiled, razor-sharp this time, "I'm offended that you'd think so little of me." Then Jade was gone, in a flurry of perfectly placed movements. Yuu sighed, looking down at the papers in front of them. It just never seemed to end, and they would be hitting their limit soon. A nap was in due order.

Jade arrived with the tea set in no time, "Ah, think of this as repayment for getting Floyd to sleep. He's been complaining that his teeth were hurting and that he wanted to go back to the ocean...it has been quite troublesome, for both me and Azul."

"That's...not good." Yuu watched, enraptured by the way Jade was very elegantly preparing the tea. Damn him and his near-perfectionism in everything. It made him that much harder to be wary of.

"Well, he was asking me to play around, but I had really pressing work and he seemed to get it so..."

"He fell asleep soon after that?"

"He was squeezing me, but after a while, he must've dozed off," Yuu shrugged.

"My, how soft, to fall asleep in front of prey," Jade placed their cup in front of them, staring over at the sleeping Leech. "Try adding some sugar to the tea." Yuu pours a spoonful in and gasped as the tea turns from a dark blue to purple color.

There's a delight in Jade's face, maybe at their reaction, "Stir it, Yuu-san."

Yuu does, and the color changes once more, from purple to light pink.

"What kind of...magical tea is this?" Yuu held up their cup like it was going to run away from them.

"A...personal blend of mine," Jade chuckled lightly. "I've found that some plants I encounter while I do my club activities make the most fascinating teas."

Yuu narrowed their eyes at the cup, "This isn't...going to make me see hallucinations right? I really need to focus on this before Crowley wrings me out."

"Oh no, although I do know of a blend that does so, this is merely a relaxant." Jade takes a sip of his own cup as if to demonstrate its harmlessness. "I make this blend for Azul sometimes when he's got a lot of work to deal with."

Yuu braved a sip and felt a warm tingle make its way down their throat. With a sigh, Yuu felt all the muscles start to soften and they sag back against Floyd's front.

"Good?"

"Oh yeah, very good," Yuu took another sip, flexing their hands to get the invisible ants out.

"What have you been working on?" Jade asked, gesturing at the papers. "Something for the headmage?"

Yuu groaned, staring at the still-hefty stack of papers, "Crowley- I mean, our benevolent headmage has left a student in charge of checking invoices for the school's purchases while he goes off for a weekend escapade."

"That is...certainly a difficult situation," Jade eyed the papers. "I could help you with some, but I might need to go if Azul calls. How many of these have you gone through already?"

"There were two stacks of these, a meter tall on his desk before he left."

Jade patted their head sympathetically, grabbing a folder, "I think I can relate, especially on the part where my boss makes unreasonable demands. But at least the pay is, mmm, more handsome on those days."

And then they were working. Amicably, to Yuu's surprise. Jade Leech was a good work partner when he wasn't condescending or trying to be scary. (He didn't have to try that hard, he was already imposing enough.) Jade was efficient, and Yuu felt like their brain was turning to mush by the minute. The tea was making them drowsy as well, so that wasn't helping their situa-

Suddenly, there were teeth at their neck...? There were teeth at their neck, real and sharp from the way the jaw of their perpetrator flexed slightly against their skin. Yuu's head snapped up, "Uhm, Floy...d...?"

Floyd was grumbling quietly before the teeth are gone, "Ja~de, stop tryna steal Shrimpy from me!" His hold on them suddenly tightened, his leg moving to tangle in theirs. The teeth are back on their neck as if they'd never left. Yuu swallowed slowly, hoping that they'd get to leave this situation alive as they looked at Jade.

Jade looked unimpressed at Floyd's behavior, "Floyd, it is rude to treat Yuu-san that way when they've been courteous enough to let you sleep as they work." He set the papers he was working on aside as he focused on his twin.

It's nerve-wracking to be in the middle of a fight between these two because, well, Yuu had never seen them fight before. Sure, there are times when they disagreed, but they usually settle it quickly. Now, being the main reason why they were fighting in the first place...Yuu wasn't sure they could survive this. Maybe they should start writing a will, to give away what little possessions they had.

"I know! 'S not Little Shrimp's fault," Floyd whined and rubbed his head against Yuu's nape. "It's cuz of you, now go away, Jade, I don't wanna share."

And then like a switch was flipped, Jade smiled, all provocation, "Well, Yuu-san doesn't belong to you, Floyd." There's a tense silence and Yuu lamented going back to writing their will. Why would Jade say something that would rile him up even more? Now Floyd had his legs wrapped around Yuu's thighs, arms squeezing to the point of discomfort. And the worst part was that those teeth were still scratching at their nape.

"Floyd, I'd appreciate it if you don't bite my ne-" - Yuu shivered as the teeth pressed in a little harder. "My neck." They sat up as best they could, reaching a hand back to pet at Floyd's hair. His grip relaxed the slightest bit. "I'll die if you do."

"But if I don't bite, then Jade'll bite first. And I wanna bite first." Floyd said, so matter-of-factly that any other person would've thought he was talking about lunch. Yuu glanced over at Jade, who doesn't refute the statement, and instead looks amused. Amused, of all things! The gall of this...this overly tall mer-eel!

"No one's biting anyone, please," Yuu argued weakly. "I...really need my neck in one piece." It's a stalemate because Floyd won't let go, Jade won't leave, and Yuu's literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. And they've been stressed all day, so whatever they could do to get out of this...

A flicker of an idea appeared in Yuu's mind, and before they could think too hard, they blurted, "Does it have to be my neck?"

Jade looked visibly surprised by their statement, "You're...going to let him bite you?"

Yuu felt miserable at the prospect, "I have work to do. If this will get you both to quiet down then it's worth it. I think."

"Yay! I get to bite Little Shrimp!" Floyd cheered, jostling Yuu around. "I wonder, will Shrimpy taste like a shrimp...?" The question was asked so innocently that it left Yuu dumbfounded.

"Uhm, then how about my arm...?" They were facing Floyd now, offering up their right arm.

Floyd took it, kneading it between his hands, "Hmm... Not as squishy as your cheeks or tummy, but it'll do for today!" Jade hasn't said anything in a while, but he seemed interested as his twin rolled up the sleeve of their uniform and blazer. Well, there goes their last chance of getting out of this.

"Don't move, Little Shrimp, or else the blood'll go everywhere, like whoosh," Floyd made a gushing motion. "Kinda like those fancy fountains, 'cept it'll be blood~"

Was this a horrible idea? Yes. Were they going to regret this later? Oh yes, most certainly. But was it happening? Begrudgingly, also yes.

And Yuu tried not to imagine the blood fountain in their mind as Floyd clamped down on their arm. He didn't waste any time, immediately biting down. They winced. His teeth were sharp enough to cut into their skin effortlessly. Floyd smiled against their arm in content, once again confirming that Floyd Leech was slightly insane. They didn't move until he finally pulled away.

There was blood everywhere, on his teeth, lips, and even his chin, but Floyd grinned, "Y'know, 's not bad! Doesn't taste like a shrimp, but still good." He made a show of licking the wound again, "Aha, my teeth hurt of so long, so thank you, Shrimpy!"

Their arm is throbbing– burning, actually– but it didn't hurt as much as they'd expected. Maybe it was the adrenaline rushing in their ears, but they felt a little too calm and overwhelmed at the same time. There was a tingling when Floyd licked over it again, and Yuu belatedly wondered if eelmer saliva was toxic to humans.

"C'mon, Jade. You wanna bite too, right?" Floyd smiled gleefully, facing his twin. Wait...what? "Look, Shrimpy. He looks so hungry~" Yuu looked up and there's something dark in Jade's eyes. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, they had almost forgotten that both of them were clinically insane. What kind of sane person liked the taste of human blood anyway?

Jade stood, politely smiling, "Scoot over, Floyd." Said Leech backed up in the booth, giggling all the while and tugging Yuu with him.

"W-wait, how come Jade-senpai's biting me too-!"

Jade's hand grips at their forearm, glove staining with red, "My, it is rude to offer this one of us and not the other."

"He's right! And you taste good, so don't worry."

"I- I thought you didn't want to share !"

Floyd looked sinister as he grinned again, still bloody, "Well that's before. Now's now. Now be a good shrimp and let Jade bite you~" Yuu resisted the urge to kick at Jade as he settled between their legs. Calm down, this guy was just helping out before. Calm down.

Jade swept back his hair as he brought their arm closer, "I promise I'll be gentle."

It's not reassuring at all when Jade says it while smiling that smile that reminds Yuu of a predator baring its teeth. And just like that, there was a second bite on their arm. It didn't hurt as much as the first, but maybe they were growing numb to the pain by now. Jade lapped at the blood and hummed as if pleased by the taste before retracting his teeth.

Yuu stared at the twin bites on their arm with disappointment, "You two are...literally the worst. If I die of an infection, I am not writing you guys into my will."

“Shrimpy didn’t move so it’ll heal,” Floyd petted their hair to mollify them, "Tastes pretty good, right Jade? It scratches that itch, so there's also a bonus~"

Jade nodded, licking the blood dripping down his chin, staining his shirt, "I must say, that was satisfactory." The twins flash Yuu their sharp grins, both equally caked in their blood and now Yuu remembered exactly why these two were twins. They were cut from the same piece of cloth, after all.

"Please don't say you're gonna eat me or something, I'm not food," Yuu grumbled, cupping their arm. "Could you at least get some tissues? The blood's getting everywhere." Floyd grabbed the whole tissue stand, stuffing it into Yuu's hand. But he made no effort to move from his position where he was cuddling into Yuu. Jade was no different, passively watching and occasionally helping with the used tissues.

"What in Seven's name are you doing?"

The voice made them flinch. Yuu looked up, only to make eye contact with one horrified Azul Ashengrotto. Jade doesn't look all that surprised as he turned, and Floyd gave Azul a big wave.

"Is that...Yuu–?" Azul sighed tiredly. "Up, all of you. To the VIP Room. Now."

"Yes, sir."

"Yessir!"

"O-okay."

Floyd lifted them up with him as he stood, acting as a barrier between the rest of Mostro Lounge and their little party of four. At this point, Yuu couldn’t bring it on themself to say they could walk and just let Floyd do his thing.

"Ooh, Azul looks real mad," He mused, frowning. "But we were just havin' fun, me, Shrimpy, and Jade were."

They're placed on the couch. Or, they're placed on Floyd's lap as he sat on the couch, was a more accurate statement. Jade walked in, bloodied glove in his breast pocket as he carried a stack of papers.

"Thanks, Jade-senpai."

"Not to worry, it was me and Floyd who, ah, inconvenienced you," He sat down next to the two, exchanging another chilling smile with Floyd. Crazy, both of them were.

"Tell me why I was working peacefully when I get a report that, and I quote, 'The Leech brothers are mauling a customer'?" Azul paced around in front of the three on the couch. “Mauling” was...well, it wasn't entirely off. Their arm was still throbbing, and the blood hadn't stopped flowing yet.

"We weren't mauling the Little Shrimp," Floyd huffed, offended at the accusation. "We were just playing 'n Shrimpy said a little bite was okay."

"Quite," Jade nodded as if saddened. "I was having a nice conversation with Yuu-san before the, ah, biting, as Floyd said." They said it as if both of them didn't have blood staining their chins and the collars of their shirts. Yuu just wanted to work in peace. Why did they end up in this situation?

Azul dragged a hand over his face, "Show me." Yuu leaned as far forward as they could with Floyd holding on to them. The bites certainly didn't look as clean as before. The blood was beginning to drip. It looked kinda scary, actually. Yuu was sure there was some sort of paralyzing agent in their saliva, or else maybe they'd be screaming their heads off from the pain.

"I'll hear your explanations later. Jade, Floyd, for now, step outside the room."

Floyd's grip tightened, "Eh, but I don't wanna~"

"Floyd, let's let Azul have a turn," Jade placed a hand on his twin’s shoulder. "It'll only be about five minutes."

"I'm not some toy you can have a turn on." And Jade just smiled at the retaliation, as if he thought it was funny they were complaining after everything that happened.

Floyd reluctantly let go, "I'll be back in no time, Shrimpy."

"If you heal it all the way, we might just have to bite Yuu-san again, Azul," Jade called out before he left. Crazy bastards.

"Don't forget to change your clothes, you got blood everywhere!" Azul shouted after them before standing. He grabbed a cloth and a potion from his drawer.

He sighed as he stared at all the blood, "Let's get it cleaned up before you get an infection."

"Is their saliva poisonous?" Yuu tried not to flinch as Azul ran the cloth around the edges of the bite.

"Not as toxic as their animal counterparts, but I know that there's something that may cause infections," Azul looked up at Yuu before looking back down. "Why would you, out of all people, give them permission to bite you?"

"Well...Floyd was threatening to bite my neck-" Azul almost dropped the cloth at that. "L-Long story short, he was...er, squeezing me and he fell asleep. Jade-senpai came around with some tea, we were discussing my work and Floyd woke up."

"I see. I'm assuming he didn't want to share?" He poured half of the potion onto the bites. The skin knits together, and it's almost like it never happened, save for the light pink scars left on their arm.

Yuu sighed, "It wasn't my brightest decision, I was really tired so to save my own neck, I offered my arm. To Floyd. but then Jade-senpai just..."

"That's when you should be cautious," Azul ruffled their hair. "Rule number two when dealing with the Leeches, what one gets, the other covets too."

"What's rule number one ?"

"Where one goes, the other will follow," Azul looked a bit sorry as he ran a finger over the scars. "Next time don't let them bite you. Call me when they're being unreasonable."

"What's the price?"

"The...price?" Azul looked momentarily askew as if deals or favors from him don't usually have a price tag attached to them. But he recovered quickly. "Well, the payment will be–"

The door is flung open unceremoniously, "Azul! It's been five minutes so now I get a turn!" And there are the twins, looking more like students rather than murderers this time.

Jade placed himself next to Azul. Yuu paid them no mind, no doubt they must've been talking about Mostro Lounge's affairs. Floyd nestled back beside them, this time burying his face in their stomach. Yuu sucked in a breath at the action, having seen literally firsthand what the eel’s teeth can do. The blue-haired giggled like it was funny.

"No more biting," Yuu pleaded. "I really need to do this by the end of today." Yuu picked up the abandoned papers, eyeing the one folder that they haven't sorted through yet. They won't be getting any sleep if that isn't done.

"What've you been doin' Shrimpy?" Floyd asked, wrapping his arms around their torso.

"Hmm? Oh, these are invoices. There are papers that say what's been delivered and what's been ordered. Crowley's forcing me to check them."

"Sounds bo~ring," Floyd singsonged, snatching a paper from Yuu's hand. "What if we set them on fire and build one of those bonfire things instead?"

Yuu took the paper, "I'd get in trouble. Remember washing dishes?" And Floyd shuddered at that, which Yuu found to be a little bit of a cute reaction.

"Are you getting paid, Prefect?" Oh, so Azul was paying attention to them.

They glanced up to find both Azul and Jade staring at them, "Well no. But he did threaten to cut the food funds again, so-"

"Cutting the food funds?" Azul scoffed.

"Again?" Jade's eyebrows furrowed.

There was a short silence before Floyd sat up, "I volunteer to squeeze the headmage! I'll do a great job for you, Little Shrimp."

"What? No, he'll expel you." And the eel deflated before latching onto them again like they were some sort of throw pillow. Yuu glanced warily at Azul and Jade, who all of a sudden had their business smiles on.

Azul approached them first, "How about you work for Mostro Lounge?"

"You mean as waitstaff?" Yuu tilted their head. "I already take up shifts most weeks, but-"

"Not work at Mostro Lounge, Yuu-san," Jade said in that ever so polite tone of his. "Work for the Lounge. Like me and Floyd."

"Uhuh...like you and Floyd," Yuu briefly imagined themself fighting students from other dorms and...nope. That's impossible because one spell and they'll be sent straight to heaven. If they even had heaven here.

"Your work wouldn't be too different to what you're doing right now," Azul sat down on the coffee table, minding the papers. "Usually I am in charge of matching up invoices, but since the business has grown it's been getting a bit...much. I can assure you that you'd be paid handsomely." And Yuu felt like they were being dragged into a trap.

"Ooh, Azul's got a great idea! I get to see Little Shrimp every day!" Floyd's gaze turned contemplative. "But it might get boring. But it might not. So let's do it~"

"Plus," And Yuu jumped when they heard Jade's voice beside them, his arm already on Yuu's forearm. "If you're here then maybe we'll get another taste."

Yuu whipped their arm back, "No more biting. I'm serious, one time's enough." And ugh, Yuu really didn't want to get stuck between these two again.

"If I may," Azul spread his arms wide. "We can set up a contract– a work one, now don't look at me like that– and work out the details of that some other time. For now, we just need your affirmation to the deal."

"Maybe you should hire someone more capable?" Yuu couldn't believe that Azul was hiring someone like them for this job. It's not like they were a professional, they've been doing this for two days after all.

"You're more than capable, Yuu-san," Jade gestured at their work. "You've been doing the headmage's work for him. There might not be anyone as capable as you."

"Jade is right. And also, Mostro Lounge doesn't only value capability," Azul held their gaze, and there's something like warmth there. "We also value trust. There's a reason why we haven't hired another working for the internal system all this time." It's because they haven't found someone trustworthy enough. The words were left unspoken but Yuu swallowed hard.

Azul? Trusting them? Even though they were just invoices, nothing like contracts or other sensitive details like funds, it was still...something. A lot more than they thought Azul, and the Leeches by extension, would've been willing to give them. The trio had always seemed to be impenetrable, so why were they suddenly making space for someone like them?

In an instant, there were arms binding theirs, accompanied by Floyd's cheerful voice, "Shrimpy's taking too long. Imma squeeze till you say yes~"

And, well, there goes the touching mood. Azul and Jade look unfazed as if this was part of the plan should they turn away the deal. Which meant that...this was a trap all along. Was that whole spiel about trust real...? Yuu didn't know when they had time to coordinate their attacks like this, they worked too seamlessly for them to notice.

Yuu thumped their head against Floyd's chest, "Coercion. Great. Fine, I'll do it."

There's a short silence before Azul takes their hand, "It's a deal." His voice was uncharacteristically soft and Yuu barely registered the chaste kiss that he gave their knuckles. Then Yuu felt their brain short circuit because what. Azul just kissed their-

"Aha, Shrimpy's face was so funny," Floyd cupped their face, leaning closer. "Hey, will Shrimpy do it again if I kiss on th-"

Yuu scrambled, pressing a hand to the grinning eels' lips, "No kissing! No more kissing! Not now, not ever." They tumbled back-first into Jade, Floyd's weight still insistent on their front.

"My, I am quite offended that Azul got a free pass on that rule," Jade said lightly, though his arms were gripping Yuu's shoulders quite firmly. "What do you think, Floyd?"

"Well...I let Shrimpy work. And Shrimpy let me sleep. But then I bit Shrimpy. And now there's no kiss," Floyd counted on his fingers. "That means that we get to choose what to play next time~"

And oh Seven's above, that sounded like a terrible idea.

Yuu looked over at their potential savior, "Azul-senpai, you-"

"I'm already helping you," Azul said, waving a hand. "As your future boss, I'll handle these last few invoices. You can handle their games for a little more, right?"

"Poor little Yuu-san has no one to help," Jade said in a mocking tone. "Then, as Floyd said, we'll choose what to do next time. For now, you can do what you'd like."

"Mhm! I'm bein' super obedient right now, like one of those Savanaclaw pups," Floyd boasted, still in the process of crushing their ribs with his weight.

And Yuu was tired. These two were too unpredictable, and Azul...Azul was a dick when he chose to be. Which were most times. The exhaustion was clinging to them now, and their body ached, from the biting and the sitting and the working and- everything.

In a small voice, they voiced their request, "Uh, then can I borrow a bed...?"

Jade raised an eyebrow, "Well, that's quite forward of you to ask-"

"N-Not for that kind of bed stuff, ugh," Yuu made sure to pinch the inside of his wrist. They were sure they saw Azul turning red too behind the papers he was reading.

"Ooh, what type of bed stuff then, Little Shrimp?" Floyd sat himself up, sitting on Yuu's lap now. "Pillow fighting? But Azul's banned us because we broke a lot of things last time."

"No, I just...I wanted to take a nap," And their ears burn at the request. "I've...been working all day long and I didn't get any good sleep last night." Maybe it's because it's Jade, Floyd, and Azul, but it seems too silly to ask something like that out loud.

But instead of the teasing response that they expected, Floyd looked sympathetic. He patted their head, "I get that too when my teeth ache too much. 'S annoying."

Jade returned– when did he even leave?– with a pillow in hand, "You can use this couch to lie on. It's a lot more comfortable when we remove the back pillows. Azul uses it to sleep sometimes."

Azul coughed into his hand, "Ah, it's convenient to have a bed in the office, I work late hours, so I had them put it in." And it's kind of...domestic to imagine Azul squeezing onto this couch late at night.

Yuu dragged themself up, watching as Jade detached the big pillows and unfolded a sheet. The sight of something bed-like had the melatonin rushing their brain, and they can feel themself growing hazier and hazier by the minute.

"C'mon, little sleepy Shrimp," Floyd tugged them onto the softness of the couch. "I'll be your blanket for today~" And Yuu couldn't find it in themself to argue as they removed their blazer, flopping into the pillow Jade had laid out. Floyd immediately covered them much like a blanket, folding his limbs around them. Jade was sitting by their head, and there was a gloved hand stroking their hair. Oh, the couch felt like heaven against their skin, and Floyd didn't make that bad of a blanket. And Jade was...comforting... Yuu stifled a yawn.

"Sorry that I'm bothering you guys so much," Yuu found themself mumbling as they grew sleepier.

"No, no," They heard Azul reply. "It has been a rather good day since you've decided to bother us." They were sure Jade had said something, and Floyd had chimed in, but they couldn't hear it anymore. The tide of sleep had already swept them away.

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"Their heartbeat's real slow," Floyd commented, ear pressed against the Prefect's chest. "I think Little Shrimp's already asleep."

"Shame they didn't hear what we said," Jade chucked, still stroking at their hair. It seemed that they got a haircut since he saw them last, and it looked...quite good on them, he thought.

Azul clicked his tongue, "I can't believe that headmage. Giving them two stacks of these to get done in two days? No wonder they were exhausted." The three were thinking about how Crowley sometimes abused the power he had over their little Ramshackle Prefect, and how they didn't quite like how tired Yuu had been.

"When they wake up, maybe let's play swimming, but in the pool," Floyd said, gently tracing the scar on their arm. "Feel bad for Shrimpy if we go to the Coral Sea all of a sudden."

"You're being really nice, Floyd," Although it was Jade who asked, Azul agreed. Floyd was being really docile around the Prefect at times.

"Well...I like the way Shrimpy talks to me!" Floyd tightened his grip on Yuu. "They don't get mad every two seconds like everyone else. But 's not like they don't ever get mad, 's just they're better than everyone else." An answer that was equal parts genuine and Floyd.

"I noticed that too," Azul said, collecting the papers into a stack. "They seem to treat us without that many reservations. Which is equally foolish and brave."

"It is quite amusing to see them still being occasionally wary," Jade said, smiling down at their sleeping prey. "They choose the best moments."

"Ooh, can we keep 'em longer?" Floyd asked in a bright tone. "Wanna play with them some more~"

The three silently gazed at the sleeping human. The subtle movement of Yuu's chest alerted them that they were alive, and showed just how fragile this person in front of them was. Magicless. There would be no way for them to protect themselves with magic. They would die from the simplest of poisons, too. So...very weak. But that's also what made them all the more worthwhile for the trio. They were quite fond of this magicless and weak creature they had befriended.

"Let's see where this goes," Azul glanced up at the twins. "If everything goes well then maybe we can take them with us to the Coral Sea someday?" And the Leech twins smile something not-so-sinister, the closest they can get to warmth. Azul himself has that grin on his face as he continued to take on the extra work alongside Jade, while Floyd watched over them.

Maybe that little sleeping shrimp would be the one to scale the tall, tall walls that the trio had built around themselves. Maybe they would let Yuu actually see who they were, instead of a mix of the personas they had built to keep themselves safe. But that would be for another time. Today, they were just content watching them peacefully doze.

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let the games begin | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, gamer!jk, light fluff at the end, established relationship

>>word count: 5.7k

>>warnings: dom!jk, BRAT oc, but rly she just wants to be good 😔, big dick koo, spitting, spit eating, boobs, unprotected sex, cream pie, um...oh!, crying, crying during sex, not from pain tho, oc just gets overwhelmed :(, aftercare kinda?, boobies, comfort, idk man, riding, weird pet names lmao, oc is so tiny, big jiggly fat tits, OMG COCKWARMING, that’s literally the reason i wrote this lol, breasts, when jk cums.... v sexy, low key one sided sex 🤷🏻‍♀️

>>notes: all gamer lingo is from reddit, bc me and oc are the same in the way that we have no idea what the boys that are ignoring us for video games are saying so if it doesn’t make sense idc 🥲 yell @ me in an ask or sumn

>>summary: just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair 🙄 pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

Hours. Several increments of 60 minutes. Multiple thousands of seconds. It’s been hours since Jeongguk has even acknowledged your presence. You huff and sigh dramatically, rolling around on his bed, accidentally knocking his Zero Two body pillow off. Good riddance. She’s part dinosaur. But still, nothing takes his attention from his prettily lit gaming set-up. You’ve come to your last resort.

Laying back on his pillows, you bunch your skirt up around your waist and then slip your hand down your teeny tiny, baby pink silk panties. They say ‘slut’ in small little silver rhinestones on the front. A gift from you’re extremely rude, extremely sexy talented gamer boyfriend. You let out an over the top moan, hoping to break through the sounds of his game. He does not move a single inch. Ever persistent, you stay at task, actually getting a little turned on with your quick moving little fingers rubbing over your clit. You let moans fall from your mouth freely, thinking about one of the few times he actually let you support him from under the desk. You drooling all over his swollen, uncut cock. Him leaving his mic on at your request. Him struggling to get out coherent sentences to his teammates. Him struggling to keep from moaning as he came silently down your throat. Mmm.

“Tae, Min, rush the blue zone?” He speaks into the mic. You can hear the clicking of his keyboard, as his fingers flit over the control keys. His head moves slightly as his eyes jump between his two monitor set-up trying to take everything in. And just like that, at the sound of his pretty voice, cute lisp and all, your mood is broken. You wanna hear that voice in your ear, calling you names (mean or sweet, you’re not picky), not talking about blue rushes or whatever. Your eyes roll.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself and slow your rapid breathing before you crawl to the foot of the bed, closer to him. His room is rather small, so the elaborate set-up he has extends almost to the end of his mattress, barely enough room for the gigantic chair to swivel around. However this is a plus for you because it makes it so you can rest your chin on his shoulder without disturbing him too much.

“NO! Do not rush blue! Are you stupid or just a fucking idiot?” Jeongguk flinches from how loud Jimin’s shrill voice is, coming from his headphones. Even you can hear it. “We just lost Hobi. We are outnumbered 6 to 3. In what fucking universe would a rush be a good idea? Are you trying to get flamed in a ranked match?”

“Okay damn, I forgot Hobi got no-scoped,” Jeongguk chuckles. He gently, minisculely, oh-so softly shrugs his shoulder, hinting that he wants you to get off, without saying it, knowing you would very-likely, potentially be offended and a little upset. But you don’t move. If he wants you off he can be a big boy and tell you. Maybe you even dig your chin into the tendons of his shoulder on purpose just to be a brat. He still doesn’t say anything apart from a tiny hiss of pain. In fact he deals with you pestering him until you start to mouth at the side of his neck, biting gently. Wet, open mouth kisses leaving a shiny trail on his pulse.

“Okay, you can’t do this right now.” He says, shrugging his shoulder hard, making you accidentally bite your lip. You whimper. “I’m in a ranked match, and we are already getting our asses handed to us. I can’t focus on you right now.” He doesn't even look at you, face glowing in the light of his pc. He probably doesn’t even register how harsh his words sound, too engrossed in the game.

You’re still close enough to hear from his head set when Taehyung says, “Is that __?” He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

“Yeah.” Is all Jeongguk says in response.

“Hasn’t she been at your place for like 4- On your right! On your ri- nice Kook- for like 4 days?”

“Yeah, she’s my girlfriend.” His tongue sticks out as he types in a combo attack. He smiles when he lands a kill.

Not for long you think. If he keeps this up, you’ll be finding other ways to spend your time. Like giving yourself a manicure with those cute little sanrio decals he got you the other day. A pretty manicure that would look so cute wrapped around his even prettier thick, hard, pink cock. Keywords being would look, not are going to look. He’s getting ignored for at least 15 minutes. You pout thinking about how you’ve been ignored for at least 3 hours. But still! You remain resolute in your punishment. No kisses, no handjobs, no nothing.

“I literally always hear her bitching about you playing,” Jimin chimes in, snickering. “Tell her to go paint her nails or something.”

Your jaws drops. Then Jeongguk has the audacity to chuckle. You see red.

“FUck this! And fuck you, and fuck your friends, and fuck your stupid ass no-scope, flame ass, rush ass game. And especially fuck you Park Jimin, I hope you never receive a blowjob ever again!” You stand up, pushing your skirt down, and buttoning your sweater all the way to the top. He will not be seeing your cleavage as you make your exit.

“AFK AFK-“ Jeongguk says quickly, getting tangled in his wires for a minute before accidentally tripping on the leg of his chair. You can hear the distant protest of his teammates coming from the abandoned headset. He hisses at the pain from almost falling, and grabs you by the arm, pulling you back.

“Let go of me!” You try to yank your arm out of his hold, very much throwing a fit. But he’s too fit, and you end up facing him, mouth set in a firm pout, and your eyebrows are scrunched in anger. You’re very tiny, but you hope you look evil. You’re eyes watering out of frustration probably doesn’t help though. His hands are firm and strong on your shoulders, keeping you in place.

Close the fucking gyms.

“Hey, hey,” He says, like he’s trying to soothe you. His big hands rub up and down your arms. You hate how it makes your anger die down just a smidge. “What’s wrong, why are you leaving?” He asks. He’s bent a little at the waist so he’s face to face with you, his big eyes searching yours.

Your bottom lip wobbles and your chin gets those ugly dents in it as it quivers. You sob. “B-because you’re n-not even paying att-t- attention to me!” Big cry baby tears roll down your cheeks. Jeongguk looks like he’s trying not to laugh and you give up. Head falling back, mouth hanging open in miserable wails as you drop to the ground defeated. You’re sat in a ‘w’ your skirt pillowing around you. You think you’re much too cute to lose your boyfriend to a video game. But you did your best, fought a valiant fight. It happens to the best of girls, you suppose.

“Chicken,” He coos the odd nickname he had bestowed upon you in the first month of dating. He drops to the floor as well and you can still hear the laugh in his voice. It only makes you cry harder.

“You’re laughing at me while I’m c-crying?” You blubber.

“I’m not!” He says, very much still laughing. He cups your face in his palms, thumbs wiping away your tears only for new ones to quickly take their place. He does his best to still his features into a more serious expression. A hint of a smile still lingers. “I’m not. I just think you’re cute, that’s all.” He kisses your nose.

You blink wide eyed, at the little affection. Then you remember you’re supposed to be having a tantrum. You sniffle.

“Will you please get back on the bed? I’m almost finished.” He asks gently.

You groan. “You’re still going to finish your game? While I’m crying?!” You blink rapidly, willing some more crocodile tears out of your eyes, that had been mostly dry prior.

“Chicky,” He whines, “It’s a ranked match, you know I can’t just quit.” He looks like he’s about to beg you to understand.

And you do. Gaming was really important to him, and he was really good at it, even earning a side income from streaming. But you’re a brat. One that has been neglected and ignored for hours. One that is always desperate for his attention and affection. Not to mention you’re still wet in your panties.

“Your friends were mean to me. They laughed at me.” You whisper, pout turned on heavy.

“They didn’t mean i-“

“And you laughed with them.” You cut him off, tears once again welling in your bambi eyes. You know you’re being a baby, but him laughing really did hurt your feelings.

His face falls and he looks like he’s grasping at straws trying to find a way to defend himself, but ultimately he gives up. He sighs and his head falls. “I know. That was mean of me, and I shouldn’t have done that. But I didn’t mean it,” He looks at you again. His fingers play with the edge of your skirt. “You know I didn’t. And you know I’m sorry. Right, chicken?”

You fight an unwanted smile and swat his hand away. Your resolve is crumbling quickly, but you still have it in you to be petty.

His shoulders sag. “What do I have to do to make you see I’m sorry?” He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers running down your cheek and your neck to fiddle with the top button of your done up cardigan. He catches your face lighting up and quickly interjects, “Besides quit the game.”

You huff.

His fingers undo the button he was playing with. “Do you want me to yell at them? Hmm?” He nuzzles your cheek, placing a soft kiss to the apple. He’s undoes another button. With the pull and tension the sweater had on your tits gone, they fall just a little and jiggle lightly. You still say nothing. “What if I let you sit with me while I play?” Another button. “And why are you so covered? Can’t I see?”

You’re a weak, weak girl.

You don’t protest as he removes the sweater from you completely, and pulls the collar of your shirt down so that your big tits spill out the top. He cups his hands around them and squeezes. So squishy and so so soft. Plush. He groans and buries his face in between them.

“You could suffocate me with these and I would say thank you, I love them that much.” He swats at them lightly watching as they bounce before settling back into place, perky and waiting for his mouth. But he doesn’t give in easily, pinching a nipple instead.

“Ouch!” You whine. You cup your little hands around them, to protect yourself. There’s so much overflow it’s obscene.

He spanks your butt lightly. “Alright, up. Let’s finish this game so that I can make you my own little creme-filled donut.”

Your eyes light up and you hurry to get to your feet. Cream-pies were a treat.

He settles all the way back in his gaming chair, and opens his arms for you. You straddle his waist, facing him, knees on opposite sides of his hips and you scoot as close to him as you can, arms wrapping around his neck. Your boobs are pressed to his chest, still out and bouncing freely with every shift of your body. Incentive for him to end the game quickly. You can feel a little semi in his pants. A sweet pink feeling bubbles in your chest. He got kinda hard just from touching your tits a little bit. True love. You settle over his cock, wiggling a pinch more to get comfy. He hisses and grips hard at your hips, trying to keep you still.

“If you’re up here you have to be good.” He warns, pushing you back some so he can look you in your eyes. You avoid eye contact, looking everywhere but him. The led lights look really pretty on the baby blue setting.

“Chicken…” He lowers his voice, sounding stern.

You whine, dropping on his lap even harder. “Fine but like- you have to hurry.”

“I will, now quit moving and hand me the headset.”

You reach back and grab it. “Don’t forget to yell at them.” You remind him with a kiss.

He gives you an exasperated look before turning the mic on again. “Back.” He says, adjusting the mouth piece.

“Finally! Jesus. Tae’s dead-“

“I’m still here though.” Taehyung interrupts.

Jimin carries on swiftly. “And I’m low on health, what took you so fucking long?”

“You were an asshole and I had to fix it.” You look at him while he looks past you, typing away.

“Me?!” Jimin squawks.

“Yes you. Both of you. You laughed at her.”

“So did you!” Taehyung defends.

“Yeah and it was fucked up.”

“Meet me by the tower to give me a med-kit. God she’s such a prissy little baby, Kook. You are so pussy-whipped.”

Before Jeongguk can reply you speak into the mic. “And you’re such a prissy little dwarf Jimin, shut the fuck up.”

You hear Jimin's loud cackle through the speakers on Jeongguk’s ears. “You’re all of what? 3’6? I don’t even know how Kook can be so whipped for someone who can’t even take his dick properly.”

Taehyung laughs, and Jeongguk starts to speak up, but you beat him to it. “You’re awfully concerned with what my boyfriend does with his dick. If you wanna ride it, just say so.”

“Oh you know I would, baby.” He’s still laughing when he says it.

Everyone’s kinda chuckling except you, small hands fisting Jeongguk’s shirt. He gives you a side-glance, and notices the angry scowl you have on your face. He brings a hand down and squeezes your butt for a second, showing you you still have his attention, at least somewhat. “Alright, that’s enough. Both of you.”

“Tell them I’m the only one that can ride it.” You pout, fingers scratching at the base of his neck, hands playing with his long hair. He nudges into the touch a little. Pretty kitty.

“Shhh, they know and you know. Everyone knows you’re the only one that gets to ride my dick.” He kisses you quick, and you hum content.

You hear a gagging noise in the background. Taehyung probably.

Then there’s a ping.

It happens so fast, you really can’t even be mad at Jeongguk.

“Oh that’s Yoongi! He wants to play ranked.” Jimin says.

“Uh-“ Jeongguk tries to speak.

“Just leave this match and we can join one with him, I’m tired of just sitting here. I don’t care if we drop down the rank list a little.” Taehyung says.

“Guys wait don’t a-“

“Okay same, I just accepted. Yoongi, you there?”

You hear a confirming grunt from the speakers. Jeongguk looks at you, panic in his eyes. Your stare back is sharp as daggers. Cold and hard.

He whines. “You guys are shit ass friends. You know she’s not gonna suck my dick for like a week now.”

His friends laugh and your little brain forms a thought. A very good one indeed.

You card your hands through his newly bleached blonde hair, still soft and silky despite the chemicals. Demeanor quickly changing from small and evil to small and cotton-candy sweet. You kiss his nose sweetly. “It’s okay, baby. Do your best. Show them how good you are. I wanna see you win.”

He looks at you with wide doe eyes. “Really?” You nod. “If I win this match I might go up a tier.” He smiles and sounds so happy. You almost feel bad for being a brat earlier. And for what you’re going to do now.

You’re good for a while. Let him play his little heart out. You let him do his thing for long enough to ensure that he’s fully engrossed in it once again. His little mouth is hanging open slightly , and his eyes move frantically across the screens. He keeps talking gibberish to his teammates, the ones that you’ve all but tuned out at this point. You take your chances, and press your lips to the side of his neck.

Jeongguk stills for a split second, but otherwise pays you no mind. Which is no problem. You weren’t very patient often, but you could be when you needed to. In the right circumstances. You place another kiss, this one wetter, your tongue coming out to meet his skin before your lips do. You keep your kisses light and quiet so his teammates don’t hear. You take in his scent, so sweet and gentle and just him. After nuzzling in for a small moment, you nibble at the vein running up his neck. You gasp softly and your pussy pulses in your panties when he just barely tilts his head, giving you better access, and more room to kiss and suck.

You pull back a little to look at him, but he doesn’t even seem like he’s aware you're there. If it weren’t for his subtle eager movements, you would think he’s ignoring you again. But this is good. You like him like this. Eager but nonchalant at the same time. It’ll make it even better when he loses it after trying to keep it cool for so long. You squirm until you’re off his lap and on your knees looking up at him.

Finally he meets your eyes. He shakes his head.

“No.” He mouths when your hands reach for the waistband of his sweats.

You jut your bottom lip out and whisper, “I’m not gonna suck it, I promise.”

He regards you silently for a moment before not saying anything and returning right back to his game. You grip the elastic of his pants and when you gingerly start to pull them down, he lifts his hips just a little bit to help you. You have to bite your lip to keeping from moaning.

Something about him ignoring you while simultaneously helping you in the slightest, most basic ways makes you go crazy. Like pussy pooling, mouth drooling, brain shorting crazy. It’s almost like you’re so irresistible to him that he just can’t go without you. Needs you just as bad as you need him, even though he fights it. But giving in tastes sweet, just like you. That’s why he always does it. Just for you, all for you.

With his sweats down his thighs, you see his cock. He went without briefs today, making your job much easier. Sometimes the stars just align and you’re meant to have a cock in you. You sigh and you look at his, resting against his leg. Your mouth waters and you just want it in your mouth so badly, desperate for it… but you deprive yourself for the sake of what you have in mind. He’s not hard yet, cock just a little plump and heavy with arousal. You spit in your hand and rub it on his cock just enough to make it wet, not wanting him fully erect yet.

As you raise to your feet his eyes go back and forth between you and his monitors. He looks confused.

“Uh- Yeah let’s rush…” He says distractedly as you climb back onto his lap.

You look at him as you move your soaked panties to the side, and run a finger over your clit. Your mouth opens in pleasure but you don’t let yourself moan. Your expressions are enough to make his pupils blow out and his irises to darken. You bring your shiny fingers up to his mouth. “Taste?” You whisper.

Again, he does the bare minimum. Just barely parting his lips, not moving forward even an inch to suck them into his mouth. Once they are in, he sucks lightly, gently, almost like he’s teasing, like he’s kinda bored. His tongue licks lazily at the tips, and slips between them.

You lean down and move one side of his headphones off his ear. You whisper, “That’s it, drool all over them.” You shove them in farther and press down on his tongue, trying to take just a little bit of control, but the slight change in your tone, and your actions makes him bite down on your fingers. Letting you know that that was not how tonight was going to go. That was never how it went with you two. You pull them out with a gasp. You scowl at him angrily. All he does is raise an eyebrow, before returning to his game. Jimin’s screaming at him through the headphones asking him where the fuck he is.

“Hey, sorry I got distracted. Where are you guys?”

“Get your dick sucked on your own time, Kook….”

You tune them out once again, reaching your hand in between yours and your boyfriend's body. You grab his cock, just a little firmer than when you were on your knees. You grab under the tip, and push it into your core about an inch before Jeongguk’s covering his mic and whispers scolding, “I’m not hard, __.”

You look at him, and nod cutely. “I know, I just- I wanna just feel you a little bit. Keep it inside me while you play. Feel close to you.” You give him soft baby kisses all over his cheek while you push it in some more. You’re dripping so even though he’s still kind of soft, it’s not too hard to get it all the way in.

“I’m not fucking you while I play.” He warns you.

You shrug against him. “Don’t get hard then.”

And just like that, the games begin.

Jeongguk playing, doing his best to ignore you just enough to seem disinterested. You kissing his neck, biting his collarbones. ‘Accidentally’ rolling your hips. Of course it happens. Jeongguk really did put up a good fight. Barely gave in the whole time you’ve been bothering him. But you both know your pussy is too good to ignore. Warm and wet around his slowly swelling cock.

“Getting a little tight huh?” You whisper. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, tongue playing with the big ring as you subtly grind forward, your clit just barely rubbing against his lower belly area.

His jaw clenches and he swallows thickly. He raises his shoulders in faux nonchalance.

You smile, and hum. Your hand travels to his nipple, grazing over the small bud through his thin shirt. His mouth drops open, and his eyebrows furrow. Visibly, that’s the only reaction you get. No moan, or praise. Inside of you, however, you can feel him finally grow to his full length. Your cunt is stretched around his fat cock and when you drop your eyes to your tummy there's a small bulge protruding where his cock is, buried so deep inside of you. You poke it, before rubbing your palm over it. So full.

“You fill me up so good, Koo,” You whine high pitched and breathy.

Finally now that you have him exactly right where you want him, you get comfy and then cease all movement. Truly just cockwarming him. Holding him inside your tight little pussy, while he fakes ignorance about how badly he wants to fuck up into you. You can tell he is struggling to maintain his facade by the light mist of sweat by his hairline. By the way all his answers to his friends are curt and short. You can tell how bad he wants you because his legs spread wider on their own accord, causing you to sink even farther down onto his big cock. You gasp as the tip nudges something deep inside of you.

You're wrapped around his body, arms looped around his shoulders. You have your face pressed into his neck again, and you’re breathing in his scent when you inhale, pressing soft kitten kisses when you exhale. You won’t beg. You’re desperate, just like always, and you want him so fucking bad, but you won’t beg. Not this time.

He lasts barely a minute longer. Hand coming up to cover his mic again. “Move,” His voice is strained, lust dripping down his chin. He’s flushed from arousal, and hot to the touch.

You shake your head where it's hiding in his neck. “Not while you’re playing. I want you to pay attention to me only.” You’re whiny and difficult, you know. But so does he. He knew how fussy and unbearable you were when he first started seeing you, you never bothering to hide it. You commend him for sticking around for as long as he has. You love him for it too.

You hear him groan in annoyance before he exits the game with nothing more than a short, “I gotta go.” effectively cutting off his friends yells of complaint. It was a ranked match after all. You smile smugly into his neck.

He grips the hair at the back of your head, yanking to make you look at him. You’re still smiling that obnoxious self-satisfied grin, even through the pain blossoming on your scalp.

“You think you’re so clever,” His eyes are roaming all over your face, a small smirk on his lips. He drags your mouth to his, kissing you deeply, more tongue and teeth than anything. He bites hard on your bottom lip, pulling till it snaps back. “Move.” He demands against your mouth. His breath is a little shaky, giving away just how turned on he really is.

And you’re such a good listener. You’re bad and difficult, but you’re also so so good for him. Yearning for his approval, always. Lifting your hips just keeping the swollen tip in before dropping back down onto his cock. Your skin smacks against his, while you whimper pathetically. “You’re so deep inside me,” You whisper, bouncing again. Jeongguk’s head falls back and he moans deep and loud.

“Fuck, love your pussy so much.” He says, eyes closed, just basking in the feel of your slippery cunt sliding up and down his cock.

You set your pace, and you feel his big hands slip under your skirt to grip at your ass, pulling your cheeks apart, digging in hard. He’s lifting you up and bringing you back down, setting the pace that he wants. Not caring much at all about how it feels for you. A little doll for him to use, and you let him because you’re so good for him. He can use you however he wants, and the pace he wants is a hard one to keep up. Not only is it fast, but it’s hard. Gasps and whines fall from your mouth.

He gives you a little break, taking a moment to play with your tits, bouncing all over due to the force of you riding him. His lip is drawn between his teeth as he watches you bounce, his hands coming up to cup your underboob, his thumbs rubbing over your nipples. You throw your head back at the sensation, a gasp filling the room.

“God you’re such a pain in my ass, but you’re such a pretty girl, my pretty, pretty girl,” He moans as he takes you in, your hair a wild mess, his cock poking your belly every time you fall back onto it, sweat dripping down the valley of your tits. His hands grip your tiny waist, pinkies almost reaching in the back. It really is a wonder how you can take his giant cock like you do. So tiny and so perfect. Made just for him. His lips latch onto a nipple, and your body curls in, cradling him to your chest, soft pants falling from your mouth as you let him make you feel good. Your palms land on his cheeks, and you guide his head away from your boobs so you can look him in his eyes.

“Will you help me?” You ask, breathless. You’re still moving, but your hips have slowed.

He hums. “Why?”

“‘M tired…” You say quietly. “Please?”

“No.” He says, shaking his head.

Your face falls and you feel like you might cry. “Why?” You whine.

“Because I said so. You wanted this so bad you had to interrupt me twice to get it. So do it yourself.” He smacks your ass lightly, urging you to hurry up.

Your palms on his face squeeze, trying to convey how badly you just want him to fuck you like you deserve; punish you for being so bad when you should have just been good for him. You never learn. You squeeze until you’re sure it stings a little. “Please.”

“I said, no,” He spits, a glob of it landing on your face. And you gasp in shock before your pussy contracts. Jeongguk grits his teeth, hands digging into your ass. “Fuck you just got so tight from me spitting on you, you’re so-“ He’s caught off guard, watching as you gather his spit on your cheek onto your finger before sucking on it and drinking it down. He groans and you feel him throb inside of you. “Fuck make me cum.”

You’re so tired and your thighs and knees are killing you, but you try to set a decent pace, one fast enough to make him cum, but moderate enough for you to maintain it. Your pussy squelches every time you bottom out on his pelvis, your slick making his lower abdomen shiny and sticky. His t-shirt is barely pulled up, just the bottom portion of his abs showing, but you see them flex and tense as he gets closer.

That fact that you both are still mostly clothed makes something hot burn inside you. Both too desperate to get naked, too turned on to even give it thought. Clothes must be on Jeongguk’s mind as well. He bunches the front of your skirt in his hand pulling it up so he can see where your bodies meet. Your panties are now dark pink, your arousal seeping through and getting all over the place, and your poor little pussy is so red and swollen from the force of you slamming down onto his cock.

“Awe, poor little angel.” He braces his hand on your belly, his thumb slipping in between your puffy pussy lips to rub at your clit, finally helping you get off. “Does it hurt, baby?”

You’re still bouncing as you nod and whimper. It doesn’t actually hurt that much, but you want to be coddled, needy and desperate for his affection. Always so needy and desperate when it comes to him.

He coos. “You’re doing so good for me, just a little longer, I’m almost there. You can do it right?”

You’re not sure when you started crying, but you are. Out of both pleasure and exhaustion. Or maybe you’re crying because he moved his hand away from your clit, but whatever the reason, a tiny little sob slips past your lips, and again you’re nodding frantically, assuring that yes, you can do it.

He settles back farther into the chair, hands coming up to just fondle and hold your bouncing tits. Not helping you at all, making you work so hard to prove yourself to him. His mouth is parting and his eyes are hazy as he watches you make him feel good. “That’s it baby, make me cum… fuck yeah, make me cum-“ His eyes squeeze shut and his back arches off of the chair. The hands on your boobs tighten.

“Please Kookie, please cum inside me, fill me up.” You beg, using the last of your energy to keep up the fast pace. “Show me how good I am, how good I make you feel. Please.” You hiccup, as you cry for him.

He’s nodding along with your words, breathy moans coming out with every breath he takes. His face is pulled in pleasure, and he’s looking at you when his eyes start to flutter and his brows scrunch. He whispers, soft and sexy, “You’re gonna make me cum baby. Just like that… I’m so close-” His body tenses, and his hold on your tits hurts. “Fuck, I’m cumming- fuck, baby,“ His mouth falls open, whines tumble from his lips and he cums. His big cock throbs as he spills inside of you. You can feel every pulse of it, can feel every spurt of cum fill you to the brim.

You reach down and rub at your clit frantically, left to find your own orgasm. Fucking him got you close so you don’t need much, you’ve been on edge all night, really. Underneath you, Jeongguk is panting, trying to catch his breath, body twitching, overstimulated from you grinding on his cock. He’s looking at you in awe as he lazily plays with your tits, still not helping one bit, aside from the occasional brush of his fingers on your nipples. He listens as desperate whimpers fall from your lips, working so hard to cum. But still, it takes not even a few minutes before you’re there, shaking and trembling from your orgasm, pussy contracting and gripping tight on Jeongguk’s sensitive and softening cock, still nestled inside of you. He winces from the hold your pussy has on him, but just grits his teeth and bares it, still watching you with an awestruck look on his face. As you finish, so tight around him, you can feel your cunt push some of his cum out. Jeongguk can feel it drip down his balls to the chair. Messy.

You’re trembling from the force of your climax, and soft teeny hiccuping sobs still escape your lips as you wrap yourself around his body, face buried into his neck to try and quiet your cries. His soft cock is still inside of you, keeping most of his cum from leaking out. He knows you like it when he stays inside, knows it makes you feel closer to him in some way.

Jeongguk is running gentle fingers up and down your back, cooing soft praises to soothe you. “You were so good, such a good girl for me.” He kisses your head. “You don’t have to cry, chicky.”

You sniff a few times, “I’m sorry for being bad,” you whimper.

He smiles, laughs lightly. “Don’t be sorry, you’re okay.” He wipes under your eyes, trying to clean up some of the mascara running down your cheeks. He lets you calm down for a little while longer before he hums. “Want me to help you with your nails?”

You quiet yourself. Sniff. “The kuromi ones?”

“Mhmm.”

You nod, before adding, “Yes, but you have to make sure you actually listen to me and do them right this time, okay?”

He rolls his eyes playfully. You’re nothing if not insufferable and bossy and desperate and so so good for him.

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isn’t oc so cute 😔 anyway! i hope you liked it! sorry the ending low key sucks... i never know how to end smut scenes like... just kiss or something? as always, comments, notes, and feedback are so so loved and appreciated, as are asks and messages! i want to be friends !! thank you for reading ily :*

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Hiii, could i have a request for how the gang members would react to meeting a historian or explorer in the wild?? thank you! I love your blogs sm!!

anon ily <3333 i went wayy overboard with these but i regret nothing bc this was soo cute and fun to write. I hope u enjoy and i made it gn for everyone. I only did the VDL boys for this but if enough ppl like it i might do the girls with something similar idk yet?

Dutch Van Der Linde

Dutch first laid eyes on you when you were hanging off the edge of a cliff after slipping when you got too close to the edge. He immediately ran over to you, helping you off the cliff and getting you settled back on your feet.

He seemed genuinely concerned and agreed to help you safely record the rock carving that was on the side of the cliff face, keeping you from falling.

You were a historian and had been studying these mysterious rock carvings after meeting an equally mysterious man, Francis Sinclair.

You didn’t see much of Dutch Van Der Linde after that until you ran into him again in Saint Denis in the saloon. He remembered who you were instantly and started up a conversation about your work where you chatted away for hours.

You became very close after that and he often accompanied you to Museums and fancy fundraisers that you were invited to.

He’d always get dressed up and complimented your finer outfits which was such a difference to the field gear you’d have on. You’d spend all night chatting away over nice champagne and dancing together before actually engaging with other guests but you didn’t have a care in the world with Dutch in your life.

Arthur Morgan

Arthur finds you standing in the middle of a field, flipping over rocks and staring numbly at what appeared to be a map in your hands.

When he approached you he soon learnt you were a young amateur explorer about to get your big break with a treasure hunt but you couldn’t find the gold bars for the life of you.

Arthur gave you a heart warming smile and held up a gold bar after retrieving it from his satchel having felt a little bad that he’d discovered it not a week before you.

The two of you laughed about it, calling yourself a fool for trying to find it for so long when it was clearly missing— the thought that someone took it clearly never crossed your mind.

Arthur was always a gentleman however and promised to make it up to you. After taking you to dinner and getting to know him better, you spent the next few days camping out and finding a new treasure together.

You travelled through caves and through valleys of flowers to find this treasure. Sometimes it was so beautiful that the two of you just stopped by a stream to let your horses rest and enjoy the scenery.

When you finally found the treasure you gave Arthur a big hug in excitement which caught him by surprised but he happily returned. He let you keep the treasure and wished you luck with more exploring but of course that wasn’t the last time you saw Arthur again.

Charles Smith

Charles meets you one day while you’re out surveying wildlife. You specialised in conservation, wanting to study and protect animal species.

Fresh out of the university from Saint Denis you’d been dying to get out of the confining city and explore the heartlands. That’s where a kind gentleman named Charles Smith had offered to protect you and show you around the herds of bison you’d taken to studying.

You spent days together riding the over the hills and following the herd as they travelled. While you were Charles told you all about his family and the respect and love they have for the beautiful creatures.

It was amazing the array of knowledge Charles knew about bison and you couldn’t stop the smile on your face as he told you about the characteristics of the bison. You rushed to take notes in your journal, knowing that all that he told you would help you study and protect these animals.

“Do you think it’ll actually do any good? The work you’re doing?”

“One can only hope Mr.Smith but I will do everything in my ability to protect such beautiful creatures.”

Even when you had to return to the city for study you constantly wrote to Charles, staying in touch and keeping him updated with all your work. It was hard to say goodbye to someone you’d grown close to but you made regular visits to each other long after that.

John Marston

You first found John in the saloon after a long day at work, in desperate need of a drink. Being a zoologist you instantly noticed the scars on his face and would’ve guessed a wolf was the animal that caused the damage.

The two of you instantly started up a conversation and shared all kinds of stories. He told you about being up on the mountain while you showed him the scar on your arm from your run in with a cougar.

You were collecting a compendium of all the animals across the heartlands and during the months you worked on it, you ran into John more than once.

He was always curious about your work and you often spent time together in the afternoon sun, showing him the animals you’d found so far.

“What about the stray dogs in town or do you only deal with cougars and wolves?”

“Well they’re animals too aren’t they not?”

Even though you couldn’t see John all the time, he often came along with you to see the wildlife and covered you when you were around particularly dangerous animals and you enjoyed every second you had with him.

Micah Bell

When Micah met you he had absolutely no idea what you were on about. In his mind the whole idea of a palaeontologist is ridiculous and made up, much less the fact that you chose to read books and study in your spare time.

At first he doesn’t do anything but mock your work but after running into you time and time again he finally started to come around.

He grew more and more curious when he saw the drawings in your sketch books of dinosaurs and even more so when he laid eyes on the fossils. But knowing Micah, he’s still incredibly stubborn.

“Ain’t no way that thing is real.”

“One needs an open mind to comprehend what’s prehistoric Mr.Bell. It requires a certain practice.”

Every so often on your work you’d run into Micah who’d be riding around on his horse, just passing by. By now you’d consider him a friend and your face lit up as he pulled a small ammonite fossil from his bag.

It wasn’t really your area of expertise but you could tell he wanted to impress you and seemed almost nervous as you examined the fossil. Nonetheless you could tell it was real and you let him keep the small fossil as a reminder of you until the next time you saw him.

Javier Escuella

Javier meets you when you’re down my the docks, trying to capture the sunlight and noticed him fishing.

Not wanting to disturb him you kept out of his hair until you heard him cheer loudly at a catch he managed to pull in. In your particular interest in animals, you couldn’t help but ask if you could take a photo of the fish he’d caught.

From then on the two of you became friends, often running into each other as you tried to capture landscapes and wildlife.

You’d always spend the day together and you’d show him how to use a camera while he showed you how to fish and play the guitar.

When you spent time apart you’d often write to each other to fill the gap. You’d always send pictures with little writing on the back of them while he sent you poems and songs that he wrote for you, promising to play them for you next time you’d meet.

In your personal journal you have the first picture you ever took of Javier, kept safe between the pages. He’s standing along the docks, facing the away from the water as he holds up a large sturgeon and a large smile.

You and Javier always stay in touch and after he told you of his chaotic and dangerous time in guarma he made light of it by telling you about all the different wildlife he saw while he was there.

Bill Williamson

Bill stumbles upon you in the wild by accident. He’s out scouting a lead when he ended up getting lost through the shrubbery and found you examining flowers closely.

When you told him you were a botanist he looked as if you’d just spoken a different language to him because he didn’t have a clue as to what that meant. Bill always made you laugh fondly at the confused look when you told him all the scientific names of flowers.

In Bill’s mind, a flower was a flower. There was purple flowers and blue flowers and even red ones but they didn’t have their own names.

The next time Bill ran into you he brought you what he thought was a bouquet of white flowers. Instead they were actually a species of weed that was poisonous when eaten but it didn’t stop you from smiling and hugging him which was the intended purpose.

In light of that incident Bill was actually curious about some plants, trying to learn about them more. When Bill went exploring with you he pointed out some of his favourites and you picked a few to put them in the brim of his hat for him to take him back to camp.

When you run into him again Bill tries to give you another flower, this time actually understanding the plant he’d picked was a Vanilla Flower Orchid or the Vanilla planifolia but he never learnt how to pronounce it unlike you.

With a high blush Bill placed the flower behind your ear and you pulled him into a hug, being careful not to crush the beautiful flower.

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duskholland · 3 years

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letting my inner whore out and thinking about mob!tom or even regular Tom accidentally flaking on plans with you and coming home really late, so he’s just gonna jump into bed with you and finds you in bed asleep in lingerie. 🥴🙂 and he just mentally curses himself bc now he knows that he flaked on a great night and you slept in this on purpose so he KNOWS. and having him grovel for your forgiveness OOOOOOF 🙂😌😗 make him pay for it !!!

you didn’t ask for a blurb but this inspired me so i wrote something !! i changed the circumstances of this just a lil bit but the mistake/grovel concept is all still here too :’) can be read either with mob or normal tom!

wc: 2.3k || 18+ nsfw content minors dni!!!

warnings ↠ fingering, oral (f receiving) and overstimulation :’)

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Tom hadn’t thought about the repercussions of his actions, but as he walks into your bedroom and finds you sprawled out across the mattress, half-naked and sleeping, he finds himself regretting his decisions. He curses--softly, so he doesn’t disturb you, but with enough bite to make it count. His fingers curl into frustrated fists at his sides as he leans back against the doorway, eyes skimming over you.

He hadn’t intentionally bailed on date night, but something had come up. He’d texted you, grovelled profusely, tacked on a series of those heart emojis you’re so fond of as he’d sprinkled his messages with Xs, promising it wouldn’t happen again, promising he’d be there next time. You’re lovely--you’re always lovely, even when Tom fucks up--but even he’d been able to tell that you’d been annoyed. This is the second date in a row that he’s cancelled, and it’s clear you’re pissed.

You’re wearing lingerie. With your sleepy lips puckered into an unassuming pout, you look almost angelic, sprawled out, asleep. But Tom knows exactly what you’re like, knows that you’d fallen asleep, wrapped up in tight red lace like this just to rub it in. He chuckles slightly as he finds himself nodding. He has to give it to you--you always know how to get to him, and you always succeed.

Pushing away from the door, Tom stifles a yawn. If you weren’t sleeping so deeply, he’d wake you up and start his grovelling right away, but he knows better than to pounce. He doesn’t want to disturb your beauty sleep when he’s already treading on thin ice.

As Tom walks through to the ensuite and strips off his clothes, he keeps the door open, both of his eyes fixed on you, admiring you, tracing you, loving you. Fuck, his heart swells as you murmur something in your sleep and turn over, frowning as you try to get comfortable. Tom’s never going to cancel on you again.

After turning off all the lights and padding over to bed, only in his boxers, Tom very carefully starts trying to move you. You’re asleep on top of the duvet, which is slightly problematic, but he’s strong, and gentle, and he manages to coax you into resting on the mattress instead. When you don’t make any obvious movements, he thinks you’re still asleep, so climbs in after you and rolls over, wrapping his arms around you and spooning you as he nestles his face into the back of your neck.

You’re so soft. You smell of peaches, and as Tom gently rolls his hand over the rise of your exposed hip, he marvels at how warm your skin is. He rolls his fingers over your side, nuzzling closer, trying to pull you as close as possible. As he starts to press gentle kisses to your shoulder, he wonders if your sleeping form can feel how fucking sorry he is, can tell in the soft nuzzles of his mouth how apologetic and guilty he feels now.

“Y’know, I am awake,” you mutter, voice tired. “You’re not good at being quiet.”

Tom pauses his movements. He wonders if you can feel him wince. Your tone is terse.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, voice quiet. He kisses your shoulder again and, knowing you’re awake, smooths his hand down to rest over your lower abdomen. His fingertips play with the trim of your lacy panties, fiddling as he hums. “I’m a dick for cancelling, darling. I am very sorry.”

You make a tsking sound. “Are you actually sorry, or are you just trying to get back in my good books?”

Tom hums. “Both,” he admits. He kisses your cheek before sitting up on his side, digging his elbow into the pillows. You roll onto your back, darkened eyes meeting his as you stare at him, the ghost of a smile building on your lips.

Tom brings his hand up and tentatively cups your chin between his thumb and index finger, using the touch to angle your face towards him. When you hum in approval, Tom leans down, kissing you gently. He hopes that you can feel how apologetic he is through his mouth, and he feels his heart lighten when you reach up to run a hand over the side of his face before twisting it into his hair. As your lips become warm and slick with spit, Tom hums, trying to move closer only for you to stop him by pulling away and pressing the tips of your fingers to his lips.

“Oh?” you tease. “You think it’s going to be that easy?” There’s a mischievous glint in your eyes, and Tom watches as you sit up straight. The duvet falls down to pool at your waist, exposing your sheer bralette. Tom swallows as he sees your nipples, hard and straining against the flimsy material.

“No?” Tom replies.

You laugh. You reach out and touch his cheek, angling his face until Tom’s eyes are back on yours. “You need to make it up to me,” you say. For the first time, hurt seeps into your eyes. Tom’s guilt reappears, overpowering all of the lust that had emerged as he’d seen you wrapped up in lace.

“I’m really sorry,” he says again, and Tom means it. He moves, smiling slightly as he slides on top of you, pushing you back down onto the mattress as he cages you in with an arm on either side of your face. He nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours. “I love you, baby, and I’m sorry for letting you down. It won’t happen again.” He kisses you gently. “I know I said that last time,” he adds, whispering softly, “but I promise. Nothing is more important than you. Nothing.”

You comb your fingers through his hair. “Yeah?”

“Of course,” he says, and it’s true. You’re everything. “Can I make it up to you now?” he murmurs. Tom draws his lips over your face, kissing in a line until he’s whispering into your ear, voice growing raspy. “Let me make you feel good.”

You hum, drawing it out as you pretend to think about it. Tom moans as you tug on his hair, your hands then skimming away to careen down the muscles of his back. You tease him, pressing your fingers into his shoulders as you slowly grind up to press your centre against Tom’s crotch. He grunts, face falling into the crook of your neck as he feels himself harden again.

“Are you alright down there?” you tease, hand drifting down to rest over his ass. Tom moans as you pull him closer, keeping his crotch against yours as you encourage him to grind against your heat.

He releases a noise of strangled enjoyment. It takes all of his self-control to pull away, kissing your chin when you raise a brow. “This is about you,” he decides. “Not me.”

You swallow. “Okay,” you agree, catching your lower lip between your teeth. “I had some fun without you,” you add, smirking when Tom raises a brow. “Can you blame me?”

He shakes his head. “‘Course not,” he says. “Love you,” he adds, then he gets to work.

Tom presses kisses to every part of your body as he gently moves down your figure, resting at your chest to lap over each one of your nipples with his tongue. As the lace of your bra gets soaked with spit, Tom picks up his pace, drawn to your low moans. When he’s not rolling his tongue around your nipples, he’s cupping your breasts in his palms and massaging your chest with his fingers, alternating between light teasing touches and more substantial grabs that make you release the prettiest groans.

By the time Tom reaches your centre, he isn’t surprised to see you quivering. He doesn’t pause to take off your lingerie, knows better than to strip you of something that you’d put on so deliberately. He enjoys watching the confidence that it gives you.

“Oh, baby…” Tom murmurs, rolling his index and middle fingers over the front of your panties. They’re soaked, and as he presses up against your covered clit, he feels your centre pulse. The whimper you release is soft and broken, and Tom is quick to settle between your legs. He parts your thighs before kissing your mound, his nose nuzzling up against the wet warmth of your front. He tenses the tip of his tongue before dragging it over your covered folds, the slickness of your panties making it easy for him to delineate the rise of your bud.

“Shit,” you whine. You bury your hands in his hair and jerk him closer, pulling Tom’s face further into your heat. “Fuck, Tom. Don’t tease me— fuck. You’re supposed to be making it up to me.”

Tom moans in agreement. He manages to wriggle away just enough so he’s able to pull your panties to the side, and after taking a moment to run both thumbs down the side of your folds, he gently coaxes them apart, exposing your cunt. He curses, looking between your centre and your eyes with lust.

“You’re so fucked already,” he murmurs. He slips his fingers down to play around with your entrance, his digits getting coated in your slick. You whimper and thrust your hips until he crooks the two fingers into you, your walls giving way and enveloping him immediately. “Have you already cum tonight?”

Briefly, guilt flickers across your face. It fades as Tom leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth, soothing the bud with his tongue as his fingers start to pump into you. “Y-yeah,” you whimper, and suddenly it makes sense why you’re being so responsive.

“I can tell. Pussy’s so hot, baby, so wet… Practically gushing out over my hand, gorgeous.” Tom pulls away, shifting a thumb onto your bud as he looks down at where his fingers are opening you up. He adds a third easily, desire running hot through his body as you cry out loudly. “How many times did you cum?”

Your breathing is heavy, laborious. “Twice,” you admit. Your fingers fist the sheets, eyes fluttering shut as you arch your back and moan. “Shit, Tom… please.”

“Please?” He’s enjoying this, loves the way you squirm as he curls his fingers up and presses against your g-spot. You’re so beautiful. “Please what, lovie?”

“Make me cum,” you whine. You open your eyes again, wide and pleading. “Please, please—”

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “There you go, baby.” Tom thrusts his fingers faster, with more urgency, and speeds up the movement of his thumb on your clit. “Cum for me, darling. Let me warm you up… Let you feel really good. Always so pretty when you cum for me… so, so pretty, baby. Come on.”

You fall apart a few moments later, walls contracting around his fingers. Tom watches in awe as you cry out loudly, eyes rolling back as your chest rises and falls. He doesn’t stop, though, not even when your walls stop pulsing and your climax ends. Instead, he drops his head and puts his mouth back on your bud.

“T-Tom,” you cry out. You’re squirming again, properly now, but he knows you’d tap out if it was too much. Both of you know that you enjoy the blurring of the pain and pleasure as he overstimulates you like this. “Holy fuck… ‘m so sensitive.”

Tom’s hand is properly wet now. He can feel your arousal dripping between his fingers. You’re so slick his movements are imprecise, and so he counters that by thrusting his fingers harder, blundering up against the spongy rise of your walls until you’re crying out. As he brings you close again, he moves his mouth over your cunt, sloppily making out with your clit and your folds. Occasionally he’ll tease your rise with the bumps of his teeth, and he likes the way your moans change from shrill to intense when he runs the flat of his tongue over your bud again.

“Tommy,” you wail. You sound wrecked, and when Tom glances up, he sees you, eyes full of blurring tears, skin covered in a sheen of sweat. You gasp as he curls his fingers perfectly, and Tom watches you bury your face in your arm as you orgasm with a yell. This time, he has to move up, pressing his elbow into your thigh to keep you down as the pleasure consumes you. Your hot cunt squeezes his fingers tightly, an iron-like grip that almost immobilises his hand. Luckily, Tom’s used to you, knows how to continue to please you until you’re fucked out and crying.

Your peak stretches for a while, the air alight with the sounds of your whimpering enjoyment. Tom laps over your clit until you’re crying out and tugging at his hair, at which point he moves away from you. He smirks as he sees a trail of saliva connecting you to him, then sees the way your thighs tremble.

“How was that, darling?” Tom checks, letting his fingers slip from you. You whimper and he pulls up to you, gently kissing your cheek as his eyes skim you for any signs of damage. All he finds is bliss, then your lips on his as you peck him quickly.

“Fantastic,” you announce. You sigh as you fall back against the mattress, smiling lazily. “Fuck, I love you.”

Tom wipes his lips before kissing your nose. “Love you too,” he murmurs. “Did I make it up to you?”

You nod immediately. “Yeah. You did more than just that.” You reach down to touch his crotch, and Tom jumps. He’d been so preoccupied with you that he’d forgotten about his length, hard and straining against his boxers. You run your thumb over the patch of material, soaked with his precum. “Let me say thank you,” you say, speaking quietly but teasingly. Your tone makes Tom bite his lips. “Let me make it up to you…”

#anonymous #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #mob!tom smut #mob!tom x reader #mob!tom x reader smut #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.filth #smut

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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[SUBMISSION FIC] changing tides. (childe x gn.reader)

summary: up until a short while ago, it seemed that you hated childe, just like a lot of people do. but now? now that doesn’t quite seem the case anymore. and childe doesn’t necessarily know what to make of it.

potential warnings: enemies to lovers (? if that’s really not your thing, though this is firmly in the “to lovers” range)

word count: ~2k. god

HELLO ALL, wrote a fic bc i got emo abt not pulling childe yet,,,,,, i hate him but i love him,,,,,, this was originally written with an oc of mine in mind but i’ve since changed it for a reader insert since i think that fits just as well. first time writing for childe in this manner, so if characterisation is off, don’t blame axia i swear to god. and to axia - bless u for letting me submit this kjshfkjsd. hope everyone enjoys wheeeee

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something’s bothering childe about your closeness, and he hates that he just can’t seem to mask it as well as he can with others. for some time now, the two of you have been at this back-and-forth sort of rivalry, where he teases and pokes and pushes, and you snarl at him to quit the shit unless he wants to get his lights knocked out. he’s certain you just hate him, and there’s something to that that just thrills him. hell, even when the two of you fight physically, trading blows in a spar that started just because he got on your nerves just a little too much, he’s still grinning the whole time. to an extent, he’s used to your hatred, maybe even revels in it, and there’s something with you that he just can’t keep away from. but even when he teases, he doesn’t get the same response back anymore. scathing glares and sneers have been handed in for only narrowed glances and pursed lips - loathing for just annoyance. even then, it feels off-kilter in a way. surely you’re not just… getting bored of him, are you? it troubles him. and that troubled feeling is precisely how he finds himself here.

he’s invited himself over to your house once more, barging in without knocking even, but not once do you demand to know why he’s found fit to enter without asking. he’s louder than normal as he drapes himself across the back of the couch as dramatically as possible, turning that obnoxiousness dial of his as high as it can go, all in hopes that you’ll try to kick him out or grab your blade and demand he meet you outside… but there’s nothing. you glance at him out of the corner of your eye, you snicker and groan at his antics and wave him off with a dismissive shake of your head, but he just can’t get to you like he used to. with a huff, he plops down heavily in the chair next to yours in your living room while you take care of some papers for work. again, you send him that sideways glance and a raised eyebrow, and he waits for even a vaguely scathing comment. he hears you hum, amused (amused???), but you make no other comment as your gaze returns to your paperwork. he has to try so hard not to visibly roll his eyes, and settles instead for propping his chin up onto his palm and giving a long, drawn-out sigh as he pouts in the direction of your living room window. then, finally, he hears you sigh in turn and put both pen and paper down, and he has to fight back a smile when he sees you turn to him out of the corner of his eye. you lean in close, and he waits for his long-overdue reprimand. but no. even still, even now, you just stare at him, eyes narrowed as you lean forward. he glances your way too, nonchalant (though perhaps not entirely), and he hopes you can see that challenging glint in his eye, that you’ll rise up to it. you frown, and give a quiet huff. “okay, fine,” you tell him, almost exasperated, “I’ll bite. what’s wrong, childe?” he shrugs, moving his gaze to stare out the window once more as he gives his own dismissive sigh. “nothing,” he says simply, and this time doesn’t stop the shit-eating grin from creeping across his face. he hopes it bugs you. “nothing at all.” you purse your lips again, and lean ever closer, until you’re sitting on the edge of your own seat. you reach out to him, and he, like the fool he is, gets his hopes up for but a moment before you subvert all his expectations and grab his hand instead. carefully, you pry it out from under where his chin was resting, forcing him (intentionally or not) to sit up straight again and you clutch his palm in both of yours. your grip is tight, insistent, but it doesn’t hurt. it’s an odd feeling coming from someone like you, and he doesn’t know quite what to make of it. the thought makes something churn in his stomach. “you can be a real awful liar sometimes, you know that?” you tell him; there’s a teasing edge to your voice, but it doesn’t cut into him, doesn’t do damage in the way he wants it to. he pouts again, and you frown right back. “see, there it is again. something is wrong.” he gives a short huff, and turns his gaze even further from you. “it’s… fine. really, it’s nothing,” he responds, deadpan. it’ll *have* to be fine, since you’re clearly no longer interested in him in the way you used to be. that’s fine. but then, you surprise him again - gently, even uncharacteristically so, your hand comes up to cup his cheek. childe almost flinches at the softness and genuine emotion behind the action, so thoroughly unused to the feeling of it (especially from you), but he holds it back as he turns his gaze back to stare at you, eyes carefully neutral. you frown then, and shift from your position in next him with a low, disappointed hum. his own eyebrows raise ever so slightly as you lean forward out of your seat and swing a leg over onto his lap so that you’re straddling him (still gently, he notes with some degree of frustration). your other hand, now letting go of where it held his, comes up to match its other, dragging fingers softly, sweetly, up the side of his neck til it meets the other cheek too. you tilt your head a few degrees the other way as you scrutinise him. “baby,” you murmur then, almost pleading, brow scrunched ever so slightly in what *has* to be concern. “ajax, sweetheart, talk to me.” he has to shut his eyes then as some new emotion washes over him like the tide onto the shore. he feels your thumb sweep over his cheekbone, and try as he might he can’t help but to lean into it with a quietly resigned sigh. it feels… nice. comforting. genuine. the last one twists his lungs ever more. “thought you said you hated me, hm?” he says in a low voice, unwilling to disturb the energy in the room with anything more playful like he’d normally say. he hopes the lump in his throat isn’t as audible as he thinks it is. “I seem to remember you making all of that quite clear to me before.” he can almost hear your eyes narrow and your forehead scrunch in confusion, though he’s still not opening his eyes to check (the one time he’ll indulge in cowardice). but soon enough, you sigh, and squeeze his face ever so slightly. “…not for a while now, though.” you pause. “and in any case, weren’t you supposed to be the observant one? thought you’d have noticed by now anyway.” he raises a single eyebrow at that, and opens one eye to catch a glimpse of your expression. your eyes are narrowed, still in concern (he thinks, though hopes not), but he can still see that spark of amusement twinkling deeper. your smile is small, soft, teasing as it pulls back even further watching him. he opens both his eyes then, rolling them as he sighs dramatically (pushing away that discomfort, that writhing feeling in his stomach, anything to get back to normal). he even brings the back of a hand to his forehead as he all but wails, “what a shame! and here I thought I found someone worthy of a strong rivalry with yours truly! what a shame that I really can conquer them all.” he sighs again, trading that neutral look for his signature grin. (what a shame that you’ve already conquered him so wholly.) you roll your eyes in turn, still not letting go of his face at all as you lean in closer. that amused spark grows brighter. “conquered? oh honey–” (that word again, normally dripping with contempt, oozes nothing but teasing love, and his stomach flips again) “–if you think even for a moment that just because I like you as much as I do you’ve won anything by default, then maybe you haven’t been paying attention.” childe opens his mouth to respond, another lighthearted quip on the tip of his tongue, but suddenly you react, eyes shooting wide as your hold on his face tenses so briefly. “wait, no, stop that! you’re dodging my question!” your eyes narrow again, back to concern and careful analysis. one hand lifts from his cheek and comes to rest against his shoulder. “what’s wrong, really? you’re so out of it, I’ve never seen you this uncomfortable.” (damn, he thought he’d been hiding it well enough.) “is it something I’ve done?” “no!” he blurts out, hating how quick the response is and how he can feel his face heat up at realising that. “i– no, just… I guess I didn’t expect such a… positive reaction to me bugging you as much as I’ve been trying to,” he finally confesses as he moves his gaze to the wall next to the both of you. it could use with some decorating, he thinks. “least of all from you, maybe.” the last part is much quieter, so much that even he has to almost strain to hear it. you hum in lieu of a response. instead, you lean in closer, yet closer, until your lips find his own. it’s slow, so slow he might have mistaken it once for hesitation if he didn’t know you any better, but when he tries to push back into the touch, you pull away just as much; your hands, on his face and his shoulder, press back and insist he stay put. you can’t stop his hands from dragging up along your thighs, however, to the edge of your hips, gripping just below the waist and squeezing where he can; he needs to ground himself, against this wave, this tsunami, of conflicting emotion. you pull away completely then, eyes lidded not with desire or annoyance like he’s used to seeing, but something else. “listen,” you implore, voice low and honeyed, “I didn’t particularly enjoy the realisation I genuinely liked you either. really, I mean it, you bastard!” you swat his arm when he chuckles at you. “but I love you. celestia knows I love you. I’ll not shy away from that, unless you’re really, genuinely discomforted by that.” you scrutinise him again as you glance over the space between you. “it’s new to me, at least. I know what this–” you gesture loosely between the both of you, “–was like before, and I know it’s different. however…” once more your hand matches its pair by coming up to rest on his face, though this time sliding further back to thread fingers into his hair. it’s nice, he thinks. “…i want to give it a try if you do.” he swallows the lump in his throat, or at least tries to. “say that again,” he demands, though it comes out weaker than he’d like. damn, his voice is still thick. you raise one brow. “this is new but I’ll give it a try?” “before that.” “I’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable?” “bit more.” “…ah,” you murmur simply. you let out a small chuckle then, before leaning in once more. your lips brush his ever so gently and he loves it. “I love you,” you whisper to him. like a secret meant only for him. he grips your hips tighter, pulls you closer to him, and he smiles back to you. “that’s the one,” he answers simply. he kisses you back yet again, and for some reason, it feels like a first, all over again.

#JSDKAKKASDKJAS THIS IS SO CUTE OMG OMG OMGKDSFSJDKJASKJJKASJKASKS #im IN LOVE WITH THIS #THANK U FOR THE SUBMISSION !!!!#childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe #submission fic #AAAAAAAAA THIS IS SO CUTE!!! SOFT CHILDE SOFT CHILDE #submission

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chadillacboseman · 3 years

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Hi, I'm sorry to disturb you cuz It feels I'm annoying but can you ( if possible ) do like a hanzo hasashi/ scorpion fanfic pls ( yall pick which topic cuz I don't want to ask too much ) if it's no it's fine I respect your opinion, although I'm a fan of your fanfics!!!!!!!

I'm sorry this took me so long! I hope you didn't think you were inconveniencing me! I'm just slower than molasses in January.

ps. I wrote this with they/them pronouns, bc I couldn't find any on your blog. I hope that's okay :)

Hanzo's eyes wandered over the selection of glittering gems in the glass case in front of him. A bright LED light mounted inside made each facet shimmer almost blindingly, and the pyromancer felt overwhelmed as he examined the pieces.

"Can I help you with something?"

A woman's polite voice startled Hanzo out of his concentrated state and he straightened to find a smiling middle-aged woman dressed in a finely pressed pantsuit standing on the other side of the case. Her hair was a bright red, bobbed at her shoulders, and curled in at the ends; her eyes were kind, crinkled at the corners in a welcoming smile that the pyromancer returned.

"Yes-" Hanzo paused for a moment, "I'm looking for a birthday gift."

"Oh! That's so wonderful," the woman rapped her ruby-colored nails on the glass, "anything in particular you're looking for?"

Hanzo chewed the inside of his cheek as he considered his next words, "Something to match their personality."

The woman grinned and leaned over the glass case, her chin resting on her hand as she eyed the pyromancer, "Tell me about them."

Hanzo felt a smile creep onto his mouth as he thought of you- how could he describe you to this stranger?

Passionate?

Beautiful?

The love of his life?

"Sir?" the woman cocked her head and tried to catch his eye.

"Sorry-" Hanzo shook his head and peered down into the brightly lit case once more. His eyes fell on a bracelet, a circle of tiger's eye beads accented by a glittering silver dragon with bright red gems for eyes.

"That one," the pyromancer pointed at the bracelet, "the one with the dragon."

The woman smiled and produced a silver key on a long lanyard from her pocket. A quick turn in the lock and she let the back panel down gently to reach inside and grab the bracelet with a delicate touch.

Modern money was something Hanzo struggled with, but Johnny had been kind enough to help him figure out how best to budget and sort his cash.

The woman wrapped the bracelet in tissue paper and placed it in a velvet box as she rang him up on the nearby register. He placed his money on the counter and thanked her with a small wave before departing the store.

"That was the strangest man I have ever helped," Joan strode past her co-workers to the break room fridge and grabbed her leftovers.

"How so?" Jerry, a dark-haired man with a sunglasses tanline peered up at her over the top of his book.

"He was dressed like...oh , what were those Japanese guys called? Back in the day? The ones with the swords-"

"Samurais?" Jerry furrowed his brow.

"Yes! One of those. Armor and everything!"

"Huh. Must be one of those comic book conventions in town," Jerry shrugged and returned to his book.

"Yeah...must be."

Hanzo straightened the elaborate knots on his armor and cleared his throat as he stood in the kitchen.

You were due home any moment.

He swallowed, hard.

The sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door signaled your arrival and Hanzo adjusted his posture.

You swung the door open, savoring the chill of the a/c as it washed over your face. You tossed your keys in the bowl on the table near the coat rack and hung your bag from a free hook.

"Hanzo?" you called his name but received no response. Perhaps he had left for the Fire Gardens to train the new recruits.

You sighed and kicked off your shoes, promising you would pick them up later when you had the energy. You thought of your leftover dinner in the fridge and hoped that Hanzo hadn't already eaten it.

You rounded the corner into the kitchen and let out a yelp of surprise as you found the pyromancer standing in the kitchen, his posture awkwardly straight, and holding a box in his hands.

"Hanzo, what-"

"Happy birthday!" he blurted it out, the words tumbling out of his mouth and over each other. He held the box out and you cocked your head.

"Hanzo, you didn't have to- it's not until tomorrow!" you grinned and grabbed the box from his hands.

He smiled and shrugged, "I know. But, I couldn't wait."

You sat down on a chair at the table and examined the box- it was black and tied with a beautiful pearlescent ribbon. You tugged at the knot until it came undone, then lifted the lid away.

Your eyes lit up at the sight of the bracelet- a beautiful circlet of tiger eye stones with a silver dragon.

"Hanzo- this is beautiful!" you leaped from the chair and threw your arms around the pyromancer.

"Are you sure you like it?" he murmured.

You pulled away and pressed a kiss to his cheek-

"I love it."

BONUS, PICTURE OF THE INSPIRATION:

#ty for giving me so much liberty lmao #remember we default to game if you don't specify :)#hanzo hasashi x reader #sfw #THAT BRACELET IS $900!!!#HANZO YOU BIG SPENDER

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httpnxtt · 3 years

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Soap Suds - Chip Taylor x Reader

A/N: Searching for this gif made my brain go brrr bc look at this man. Look at him. This is my second fic for the discord fic swap which I wrote for the lovely @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff !! I got to finally write our Chippy boy with a GN reader <33 thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins and @sunlight-moonrise for helping this story come together!!

Chip Taylor x GN!Reader

Category: Fluffy Smut

Warnings: Oral (Male Receiving), Blanket Consent

Word Count: 1.4k

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Most people think of laundry day as boring or tedious. I thought that too, once. However, once I got the chance to move here, laundry days became a tad more interesting than I expected. As I make my way into the dingy room full of machines, I’m greeted with the beautifully clueless man next-door. Having my pick of machines, I walk over and set my basket atop the machine directly next to the man.

“Good morning, Chip.” I chime, beaming a smile to the man to my right. He shoots a small smirk in my direction as he measures out the detergent in his hands before tossing the liquid into the machine.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He smiles as he presses some buttons to begin his laundry cycle. He gathers his belongings into his own basket as he looks at me. I must have a dumbfounded look on my face as he cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh honey… please… you’re making me itch.” I playfully chastise him. I quickly grab the bottle of fabric softener from my own basket, stopping his machine to add the liquid to the mixture. “At least use fabric softener.” I whisper, mere inches from the man’s face. I see him deeply inhale, eyes wide before I turn back to my own laundry.

“But… what does it do?” He asks bright-eyed, almost child-like. I grab my own basket and start my own cycle. Grabbing the softener to add, pour some in my own load before giving the bottle to Chip.

“Because, it makes your clothes soft. And it smells wonderful. See?” I ask, holding the bottle to his face. He takes a whiff from the bottle and I see a slight smile play on his lips as I pull the bottle away. Screwing the cap on, I toss the bottle to the basket before turning to the man. I place my hand on his chest, feeling the scratchy fabric beneath my fingertips. “A sweet, sweet man like you deserves to be swaddled in the softest clothes, Chip Taylor. That way, you can smell just as good as you look.” I wink at the man, a confused smile playing on his lips.

“Listen, I uh,” He clears his throat. “I know I can be pretty dense, but you’re giving me some…pretty big signals here, and I don’t know if I’m reading them right but…I hope I’m somewhere along the right track.” I chuckle as I push on his chest, his hips hitting the machine as his hands grasp the edges. I lean towards the man, lips ghosting over his own. I feel his breath stop as he stares at me.

“Stay right here.” I whisper before pulling away from the man. I make my way to the door beside us, quickly flipping the lock. As I turn back, I see Chip’s chest rising and falling, his knees already trembling. As I get back to the man, I rest my arms around his shoulders and pull him toward me. “Is this the track you want to be on?” I ask, brushing my lips against his own.

In a split second, Chip leans forward and presses his lips against my own. His hands come to rest on my cheeks, holding me against him as our lips move against one another. I slide my head down, moving to press kisses along his jaw and neck as my hands work their way down his torso. My hands brushes down, coming to rest on the sweatpants adorning his hips. My tongue works over a spot just below his jaw as my hands moves over the bulge in his sweatpants. A whimper releases from Chip’s throat. I pull away and admire the mark along his skin before looking at the needy man in front of me. I give Chip a chaste kiss, his lips chasing my own as I pull away.

I slowly work my way down to kneel, leaving marks along his chest in my wake. My hands move from his bulge, grasping both sides of his pants, tugging them to pool around his ankles. Looking up from my spot, his cock rests against his stomach painfully hard. My hand wraps around him, a small whimper being tugged from him. Sticking my tongue out, I drag it base to tip, wrapping my lips around him as I watch his eyes screw shut. Chip bites his bottom lip to contain his moans, but I simply hollow my cheeks around him in retaliation. Pulling off him, I dig my nails into his thigh.

“You can make noise. No one will hear you over the machines, honey.” I chuckle, licking a stripe along the underside of his cock. The action pulls a deep, guttural moan from the man in front of me. His hand weaves its way through my hair, subconsciously guiding my head up and down his length. I release a moan around him as his precum coats my tongue. Chip’s head falls back, his hips bucking forward as his cock hits the back of my throat. Moans tumble from his lips as he struggles to keep from bucking into my mouth.

Whimpering around him, I move my tongue along the bottom of his cock as his hips

slowly start a rhythm fucking into my mouth. My jaw goes slack as he picks up his pace. Looking up through my lashes, I see Chip slack jawed as he groans and slides further down my throat. His other hand is white-knuckled on the edge of the laundry machine as his grasp tightens further in my hair. As I lock eyes with the man, his thrusts become uneven as his breathing becomes heavier, more jagged. The room is filled with his moans and whimpers, the man unable to form even a simple sentence. He begins to slow down, his moans going up an octave as my lips wrap tightly around his tip. His hips stutter for a moment before his hand pulls at my strands, his release coating my throat. I continue to suck at his cock, swallowing every ounce of his warmth before Chip is tugging me off him. He looks down at me with a dazed look in his eyes, a dopey smile adorning his cheeks.

Taking a breath, he holds my hand in his own, helping me up from the floor. Before I could stray far, he wraps his arms around my waist pulling me in for a kiss. It was slow, but sweet. Much like the man holding me. I pull away from the man chuckling at him as his eyes sparkle with a smile.

“Did that clear it up for you, baby boy?” I ask, winking at the man before walking back to my own station. He gulps down some air as if unsure what to say. But after only a second, he looks directly at me and chuckles.

“Not at all, actually. I think we should keep going.” He suggests, biting at his bottom lip again. “You know, just to be sure,” pulling a laugh from my throat. I pull my basket from the machine, cradling it in my arms. A loud knock rings from the door, causing the man in front of me to jump five feet in the air. He scrambles to pull his pants from his ankles as I stand there staring at the sight in front of me. Walking over to him, I see a slight panic in his eye from the disturbance.

“How about this?” I ask. Reaching into my basket, I throw dryer sheets at Chip who scrambles to catch them. “You go get some dryer sheets and fabric softener. Wash your bedsheets.” I say, looking at the man through my lashes. He swallows, a confused look on his face. I lean towards him, my lips brushing his ear. “Then, I’ll come over and let you do whatever you want.” I whisper, pulling away from the man. His eyes widen, like he was just told he won the lottery. He sprints to the door, fumbling with the lock. I just laugh and ask, “Where are you going?”

“I gotta go to the store. Like. Right now.” He yells, ripping the door open. He sprints through the hall, almost shoulder-checking at least 3 other residents on his way. At least I know I’ll be having an interesting night.

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title: a little more noise

pairing: kyōtani kentarō x gn!reader

synopsis: in a world of constant silence, he’s the noise you need in life, even if he’s a bit quiet.

warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, slowburn, strangers to friends to lovers, lotta tropes and cliches, two swear words if i counted correctly

word count: 4.8k+

a/n: i wrote this in two days which i’m very proud of, go me! always wanted to write a kyōken fic and here it is. kinda scared to post this bc he’s quite tough to characterize imo and i’m terrible at writing longer pieces. oh well :,) no indentation because that’d be such a pain. hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated! (this is also my first time writing slowburn so please lmk if it’s still too fast)

Your parents were not bad people—that was a fact. They were kind, and you did everything an ordinary family would; eat dinner together, go on trips, attend school events. Things were quiet, a little too quiet for comfort. It never felt… right. You heard stories of parents arguing, nasty divorces, and custody battles. They tore your friends apart, made them feel a pain you could never understand. You knew how terrible it was, yet sometimes you wished you went through that to fill the silence in your home. The same monotonous, “good mornings,” and “hellos,” became sickening to hear. You told yourself to push on until after graduation where you’d escape. As the years dragged on, you weren’t so sure you could keep your sanity intact.

It was how you met Kyōtani Kentarō, a second-year from your school who was in a different class. Your friend told you of a gym nearby that was secluded at night. With a sly grin, he said he met up with students from other schools to smoke, and sometimes as a hookup spot. You wrinkled your nose at his comment and flicked his forehead. These were the people you hung out with; not so bright, but easygoing and fun. They were the ones who satisfied the need for noise, the bit of excitement in your life.

You snuck out after your parents had gone to bed. It didn’t hit until halfway through your walk that several things could happen. You were alone with nothing to defend yourself with except your phone and bare hands. Looking down at your outfit, an old dark hoodie and some sweats, you hoped it was ominous enough to ward people away. Besides, the last thing you wanted was to go home and wallow in its emptiness.

To see the lights on in the gym was a surprise. Upon closer inspection, you heard the squeaking of shoes and the cannon-like sounds of balls slamming the floor. You peeked your head through the door. The only person inside was a boy, no older than you. The first thing you noticed was his oddly dyed hair which resembled a tennis ball. The second was his piercing gaze as he turned his head and stared at you. You jumped. He looked as though he was going to charge at you. Instead, the boy huffed, walked to the other side of the gym, and picked up the ball. You spotted a familiar white and blue jacket on the ground.

“Seijoh?”

The boy turned to you again. “Yeah.” His voice was low, but powerful enough to rumble the earth.

You swallowed. “I go there, too.” This was a waste of time, you thought. You should’ve gone home, and you almost did until he spoke again.

“Never seen you before.”

The ball flew into the air with the boy tailing it. His body bent in a way you didn’t think was possible, face pinched in concentration. It hit his hand then the ground with the loudest smacks you had ever heard. It was incredible, but also scary. He picked up another ball behind him and did the same, and again, and again, until his side was empty and yours was strewn with several blue and yellow volleyballs. The more you watched, the more mesmerized you became.

“Can I stay?” You felt stupid for asking, but if he was trying to concentrate, you didn’t want to disturb him. Surprisingly, he nodded. You sank to the floor with your knees to your chest and listened to the constant thwacks and smacks all night.

You only learned his name a little while after. It was by accident. You were walking by a group of boys at school when one of them called him Mad Dog-chan, and you bit your lip to stop your laughter. Luckily, they didn’t notice. It was kind of cute the more you thought about it. It fit his appearance quite well, too. That night, you found him at the gym once again. Instead of a curt nod, you waved.

“Hey, Mad Dog-chan!”

You immediately regretted your words when he stopped bouncing the ball and flashed you a murderous look. You muttered a hurried apology and sat on the floor in your usual spot. He whacked a ball a couple of times then came over to grab his water bottle. After a few quick gulps, you expected him to get back on the court, but he stared at the spot beside you.

“It’s Kyōtani. Kyōtani Kentarō.”

Some nights, he didn’t practice. You sat in a playground nearby with soda and snacks from home. Originally, they were meant to replenish his energy when he overworked himself. Now, you were the one eating most of them, with Kyōtani nibbling on a custard bun as you wolfed down chip bag after chip bag. One thing you could say with confidence was Kyōtani was a great listener. At first, you sat in awkward silence. Then, you started rattling off all the things you did that day. It led to you talking about anything and everything, including the funny-looking dog you saw on the street last week. You hoped he didn’t think he reminded you of it.

Talking to Kyōtani was equivalent to talking to a wall. If anything, you were talking at him. He barely looked your way, and if you asked a question, he responded with a grunt or a simple, “Yeah.” Even though you wished it was two-sided, it felt good. You could finally break the silence that shrouded you for years, something you yearned to do but never had the confidence to. With Kyōtani, because of how quiet he was, you felt you could say anything without judgment. You did this for a while, rambling to him in the playground while he sat and listened.

Together, you sat on the swings with fruit sandwiches you made earlier that day. Your feet dragged against the sand and dirt as you swung back and forth. It seemed like Kyōtani enjoyed it. You noticed him eyeing your sandwich while licking his lips. You laughed and handed the rest to him. You started your daily tangent; woke up, ate a meat bun for breakfast, went to school, did homework, then came here. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned how you were home alone since your parents had lots of meetings to attend. You wished it was a little more lively. It was why you left the house every night, to find some noise in the suffocating void of it all.

You talked some more about your family, which you never did. You were too distracted to see Kyōtani’s head perk up. He stopped munching on the fruit sandwich and leaned forward, trying to look at your face. You continued to ramble, feeling your irritation slowly rise.

“Am I a bad person? I mean, they’re really nice, and I adore them. But it’s unbearable sometimes, and then I end up feeling like an asshole.”

You let out a dry laugh, ignoring the pain of the metal chains holding up the swing as they dug into your palms. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, unsure of what to say next. You chose to draw circles in the sand with the tip of your shoe.

“I understand how you feel.”

You looked at Kyōtani in surprise. You waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. The night felt a little brighter.

The last thing your “friends” expected was for you to ditch them for him. “Looks like a tennis ball,” one of them said. You chuckled since it was your exact thought when you first met him. You were relieved but also disheartened when they didn’t seem to mind too much. At least you knew where they stood.

Hanging out with Kyōtani was much different compared to your nights at the gym or the playground. You got lots of stares from the third-years who never thought he could behave like this. Some people in your class whispered about the two lone-wolves banding together. You pretended not to hear.

“You’ve been cheery lately.”

You stared at your mother, trying to process her words. They never asked about you, which you grew to appreciate. It meant not having to force out a conversation. You almost brushed it aside until she spoke again. Your chin rested in your palm as you picked the vegetables on your plate, stomach full with snacks.

“I met a new friend.”

Your mother raised her brows, impressed. “Oh? Tell me about him.”

“How do you know he’s a boy?”

“Just a hunch.”

You sighed, continuing to stir your food. “He’s quiet. A little weird, but he’s nice. I can talk to him about anything.”

“That’s good.”

Your father glanced at her, and she shot him a strange look. Don’t, it said. He backed off and ate as if nothing happened.

You managed to weave yourself with the other boys from the volleyball team. They were a scary bunch at first, most of them glaring at Kyōtani the moment he walked through the door, but they were nice to you. He had left his jacket at the playground one night, and you made a mental note to return it to him the next day. Except, like Kyōtani, you also forgot about it. When you saw the boys flood to the gym for practice, you raced home then back to school and shyly followed a group of girls to the gym who were there to gawk at the captain.

During their break, you nervously approached Kyōtani and poked his shoulder. They watched you return his jacket but didn’t expect his, “Thank you,” afterward. When you left, Oikawa bugged him to invite you back. Kyōtani shrugged. He usually ignored him at all costs. Oikawa took it as a good sign.

Hanging out with them was a lot more fun than you anticipated. They were better than your previous friends, and even though most of them didn’t like Kyōtani, they seemed to be warming up. Your favorite moment was the movie night at Oikawa’s house. The living room was packed, with little room to wiggle, but it was comfortable. That night, you laughed so hard your stomach hurt, and the tensions between you, Kyōtani, and the rest of the boys dissolved. You belonged here.

Yahaba caught him staring at you outside your classroom. You sat across from another classmate, helping her with a few assignments for her art class. You posed and let her take pictures. Some were silly, but the others captured your features perfectly. In one of them, you rested your cheek in your palm with the tip of your pencil wedged between your teeth. You looked at the camera through your lashes as your classmate continued to snap more shots.

“Cool it.” Yahaba clapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Never said you were.”

You helped your classmate pack her things. While you followed her out the door, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. You bid her goodbye as her friends called her over, then turned to Kyōtani and Yahaba.

“Ready to go?”

Yahaba nodded, as did Kyōtani. You walked ahead of them, listing off that day’s menu. Behind you, Kyōtani’s eyes zeroed in on your moving form, the shift of your hips as you took each step. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like he was honing in on a kill. Yahaba prodded his arm.

“Don’t be a pervert.”

You swore you heard a slap.

Friday after school, your parents were home from work much earlier than anticipated. A game show played on the television. They barely noticed your arrival until you called out. The TV turned off, and your mother looked over the back of the sofa with a wry smile. Your father drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa. His eyes stayed glued to the empty screen.

“Welcome back,” your mother greeted. She glanced at the boxes in the kitchen, filled with old plates and cutlery you hadn’t touched in a while. You assumed they were throwing them out.

“So…” she drawled. “What do you think of Tokyo?”

“Tokyo?”

Your hands shook as you set your school bag down on the kitchen table. The boxes made more sense. You remembered your father talking about a school his friend’s son attended. Nekoma, was it? He told you how great it was there, that it’d be easy to make friends in such a populated area.

“Tokyo…” you repeated. A heavy lump formed in your throat. “It seems… nice. Why do you ask?” You couldn’t stop the waver in your voice. Your mother caught on too.

“Dad’s company moved areas. It’s a big shift, but it’s too good to lose. So-”

“We’re moving.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you were about to.”

Your head hung over the table. There was a crushing weight in your chest. Of course they wouldn’t tell you. They never did. It was too much to not expect this betrayal. If you told them how happy you were at Seijoh, maybe things would’ve been different. I could’ve prevented this. You shook your head. You couldn’t stop an entire company from moving, nor could you convince your father to find a new job in Miyagi. You had to follow them like you always did.

“If we can stay, we will, but most likely-”

“I’ll start packing.”

You grabbed your school bag and stomped to your room, vision obscured by your tears. Why now? Why did it have to be when you were starting to fit in, when you found real friends who made you happier than ever? Just when things looked like they were turning around, you were back at square one. You’d be there for a while, stuck in a new city far away from Seijoh. If you were with your old group, you wouldn’t have been this upset. But to not see them again—Yahaba, Hanamaki, even Oikawa.

You opened your phone and stared at the lock screen: a picture of you and Kentarō from the movie night at Oikawa’s. His arm was slung over your shoulder, a scowl on his face, but the peace sign he held up made it worth it. You remembered taking it and everyone gasping that Kentarō would even allow anyone to take a picture of him, let alone save it. Your heart fluttered. When did he stop being Kyōtani and become Kentarō?

Kentarō faced the empty playground. He sat in the right swing as he always did, scanning the area for any sign of you. In his hand was his attempt at a fruit sandwich, messily covered in cellophane with whipped cream oozing between the bread. A bandaid wrapped the tip of his finger where he accidentally cut himself. Damn those strawberries.

Kentarō kicked at the dirt. He waited, and waited some more, but after twenty minutes, you didn’t show. He pulled out his phone and sent you a quick text. Your absence made his skin crawl. His phone lit up with a response. Sorry, was all you said.

He couldn’t shake the heaviness as he trudged home.

The view outside the window gave you an excuse to be distracted. The voices of the boys were loud, but you chose to focus on the birds circling the courtyard. Two of them swooped down and landed on the thick branch of an old tree. They ruffled their feathers and nuzzled their beaks. You saw your old friends walk out of the main building. The one who introduced you to the gym glanced up. His eyes met yours momentarily. He went back to talking to someone you didn’t recognize and led them to the other side of the campus.

You stared out the window until Mattsun shook your shoulder. You turned and put on a faux smile. Your classwork was still strewn across your desk even though it was lunch. A few drops of chili sauce had landed on your math homework. You scowled at Hanamaki, his face stuffed with food.

“Oops.”

You wiped it off with an eye roll then stuffed it into your bag along with your other notebooks.

“What’s buggin’ ya?” Mattsun asked.

You shrugged. “Nothing. I’m ready for the day to end.” It was the last thing you wanted. There was a bit of time before you left for Tokyo, but the countdown moved fast. You ignored Mattsun’s opposing look and ate. They couldn’t know yet.

Kentarō knew there was more than what met the eye, but he bit his tongue. He was paranoid, he told himself. The guilty look on your face as the boys laughed, unaware of the shift in attitude, said otherwise. He threw his arm over the back of your chair. You relaxed, but the sad look remained. Remembering the fruit sandwich he made, Kentarō grabbed it from his bag and slid it across your desk. You raised your brows.

“What’s this?”

“I made it.”

You unwrapped the sticky mess of whipped cream and strawberry jam. Kentarō watched you take a small bite, followed by a bigger one.

“This is delicious!”

He showed you the tip of his finger. “The price I paid for it.”

Your knees knocked against his under your desk. He flinched. You pressed your finger to your lips, then to the bandaid. “Thank you. Hope it feels better.”

Your cheeks swelled as you took more bites than you could chew. Pink syrup stuck to the corner of your mouth. Cute, Kentarō thought.

“What was that?” you mumbled. A crumb lodged itself in your throat. Mattsun rushed over and slapped you so hard on the back it echoed. A handful of other students looked over. Hanamaki scolded you for gulping down your bottle of water without taking any breaths. Kentarō cheeks turned a darker shade than the strawberries when you gripped his arm for support. You didn’t ask again.

“Cute,” he whispered anyway. He knew you wouldn’t hear over Mattsun’s teasing. “You’re cute.”

Kentarō invited you to the movies. He planned on having it at home, but his parents occupied the TV, and his laptop was too small to enjoy anything. He met you at a plaza a walking distance’s away. He let you pick the movie, curious about your tastes. Action? Romcom? When he looked at his ticket, it was for the latest horror movie. Critics raved about it, calling it the best of the decade. Impressive.

The movie started a while ago. The critics were right, it was scary, a lot scarier than he expected. You enjoyed it like a comedy movie, clapping your hand over your mouth when the entire theater shrieked at the killer, including Kentarō.

“You’re a sadist,” he whispered.

“Am not, just think it’s funny.”

He shook his head. Another jumpscare happened, this time worse than before. Several people jolted in their seats and bits of popcorn flew into the air. Kentarō didn’t realize he had sank into his seat—your seat, actually—until you nudged his foot with yours.

“Scared?” Your breath was warm against his ear.

“Sorry.”

You patted his hand which clutched the armrest with a vice grip. Kentarō’s heart beat faster.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m right here.”

The movie ended and the lights switched on. People left the theater with wobbly legs and pale faces. You headed to the exit holding your empty cups and popcorn bags with Kentarō in tow. He wished the movie was longer. Not because he enjoyed it, but because the smile on your face made it worth it.

Your room was bare besides your bed and desk. Most of your stuff was packed neatly in the many cardboard boxes piled inside your now empty closet. It’d been a few weeks since that Friday, and you still hadn’t told Kentarō or any of the boys. You weren’t sure how to break the news. He noticed how clingy you became, tailing him wherever he went at school. Not that he minded. You talked less at the playground. It was him who filled the silence instead, though his daily recaps weren’t as interesting as yours.

Next week was the last with Kentarō. In your shaky hands was an envelope, the edges indented from how hard you gripped it. You took out the letter inside, read it over, then slipped it back in. You thought about sealing it for the umpteenth time that day. Before your tongue swiped against the flap, you quickly scanned over the letter once more as if the words would disappear. You’d seal it later, you told yourself.

Your over-the-top cheeriness was so evident it was painful. They asked what was up, and you said you were simply having a good day. Kentarō knew better than that. At lunch, when you were away from everyone else, he prodded your shoulder and asked what was wrong. You frowned at him, then smiled.

“Everything's fine.”

Before he could probe further, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the cafeteria.

“There’s chicken! It’s your favorite, right?”

Something slipped out of your pocket. Kentarō thought it was your school notes. He bent down to pick it up and saw it was a white envelope, unsealed. You were already gone, dragged away by his teammates. He didn’t want to pry, but curiosity got the best of him. Turning the other direction, he grabbed the note inside. His name at the top caught his eye.

Dear Kyōken-chan,

He snorted.

Sorry for not telling you this sooner. I’m still trying to process this too.

A crease formed on his forehead as he squinted. The letter was quite long, the handwriting messy. He repeated the phrases in his head over and over, but he couldn’t fully understand what they meant. He flipped it to the back and sighed when there was more. He decided to scan it this time, except a handful of words made him reread it in depth.

“Kentarō!” In your arms were several wrapped buns from the cafeteria. He tried to stuff the note into his pocket, but you already saw.

“Oh.” The buns fell to the ground. “Oh no.”

Kentarō’s face was a mix of frustration and hurt. The hand holding the letter shook, the other balled in a fist. You wanted to run, but if you moved, you swore you’d collapse.

“(Y/N),” he murmured. “What is this?”

A weary laugh escaped your lips. “Um. Can we go somewhere else?”

Not waiting for an answer, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the school’s courtyard.

“One week,” he huffed.

“One week.”

You sat beneath a large, shady tree in the farthest corner away from the main building. Kentarō rubbed his temple and sighed. He held onto your letter. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“For how long?”

“Probably forever. Not literally, but it’ll feel like it.”

“So you’re graduating from Nekoma?”

You nodded. Kentarō tapped his knuckles against his cheek.

“Wished you told me sooner.”

You blinked at him wearily. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head then turned away. You grew quiet for a moment. He took it as his chance to butt in.

“So, you like me?”

“It’s all in the letter.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

You looked away. Your hands were clammy, and the air felt ten times hotter. The word you used was stronger, much stronger than he anticipated. It made his cheeks burn and a smile threatened to pull at his lips. He wanted to hear it come to life.

“I love you, Kentarō.”

It sounded sweet, almost tooth-rotting sweet. Kentarō chewed the inside of his cheek. He liked you, he really did. He just wasn’t sure if it was the right moment to say it. Would there be a right moment? After this week, you’d be in Tokyo in another school—a rival school, to make matters worse. He wanted his words to hold weight, and in that moment, they didn’t. Not as much as he wished.

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

“I do.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the bell cut you off. Kentarō hoisted himself from the ground then held his hand out. His palm was rough under yours, but his touch was gentle. Once you got to your feet, you let go, but he kept his pinky locked with yours.

Friday arrived quickly. Sadness filled the air as you said your goodbyes, thanking your classmates and teachers for the short, but pleasant year. After school, the team led you to the gym with your eyes covered. The boys’ gym was decorated with a banner and a table with food. There was even a cake, the word Seijoh iced and crossed out on top. You let out a hearty laugh before inviting the boys to dig in.

“Of course,” said Oikawa. “I paid for it.”

On one side, Mattsun smeared frosting over Hanamaki’s cheek. On the other, Oikawa tried to spoon-feed Iwaizumi only to be smacked on the head. You sat on the floor next to Kentarō and looked around with a big smile. His thumb reached out to wipe a dollop of frosting from the corner of your mouth. The phrase, “Time flies when you’re having fun,” held up its end of the bargain. When you looked outside, the sun had begun to set.

You thanked your friends, took one last photo, and managed to hold in your tears until your walk home. You promised to visit and to cheer them on at nationals, even if you were on Nekoma’s side. They laughed, waved with sad smiles, then watched you leave.

Kentarō caught up with you a third of the way home. His hand slipped into yours, a habit he recently picked up. It wouldn’t last much longer. You stopped a few houses down from yours. You didn’t want to let go, not yet.

You learned many things this year. One, life wasn’t fair. It never was. Two, people weren’t as shitty as you thought, proven in your new friendships. Three, seeing Kentarō cry made your heart ache in a way you never wanted to feel again. His head fell against your shoulder with a hard thump, tears soaking through the uniform you’d wear for the last time. You rubbed his back and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

“Stay,” he pleaded.

“I wish I could.”

“Please don’t go.”

“I have to.”

Kentarō looked up through his watery lashes. Your lips connected. Who initiated it was a mystery. His kiss was slow but fervent. You leaned in, deepening it until you swore your teeth clashed. Kentarō’s hands rested on your hips, yours on the nape of his neck. His kisses were magnetizing, drawing you closer with each movement. You broke apart for air, foreheads pressed together. He still had tears in his eyes, and so did you. You stayed like that for a bit, wrapped in each other’s arms until you knew you had to let go.

“Call me everyday, please,” he whispered.

“I promise. I swear on my life.”

You kissed him again.

“Goodbye, Kentarō. I love you.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll be waiting.”

“So will I.”

Kentarō didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. You knew he loved you, proven by his daily text messages and calls thereafter. Even if it only lasted a couple of seconds, you never missed a day. Sometimes, you heard his teammates' voices in the background. The audio would become crackly before a new voice replaced your boyfriend’s: Mattsun, Yahaba, Oikawa, and even Iwaizumi.

Boyfriend. The fact made your stomach fill with butterflies. Kentarō was yours, and you were his.

It’d been months since you last saw him in person. You finished your second-year at Nekoma, a school that welcomed you with open arms. You met lots of people, found new friends, but the boys from Seijoh never left your mind. The picture you took hung on the wall of your new bedroom, a space you were still getting used to. Summer vacation was here, and you promised to come home to Miyagi for a week or two. On the train, you checked your phone to see how many kilometers were left. Just a few more minutes.

When it came to a halt, you burst from your seat, duffle bag in tow. You sent Kentarō a text, only to be face-to-face with him the moment the doors opened. You leapt into his arms, knocking him back a few steps. His chin rested on your shoulder as you hugged, swaying side to side.

“I missed you so much, Ken.”

“Missed you, too.”

Your fingers clasped around his, resting perfectly in the dips between his knuckles. Hopefully, he hadn’t dropped his habit. The months you were apart flew by, but they were also the longest you had ever witnessed. Seeing Kentarō for the first time in a while felt like a breath of cool, fresh air.

You tugged on his wrist, ready to head to town. He stayed put.

“What is it?”

“I love you.”

He grinned shyly at you. Kentarō brought color into your dull life, your source of noise in the thick silence. The summer wouldn’t forever, and you had another year left to endure. But as long as he was there, even kilometers away, you’d get through it together.

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