#and i can't even fucking cry properly i want to sob and scream but i can barely let out a couple tears
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“Autism isn’t a disability”, “it’s just a difference”.
I am of lower support needs. I hold down a (part time) job. I have travelled around my home country. I live alone.
At work they complain about my speech. I’m too quiet, they say, “barely audible” is the words used at my autism assessment. My voice is all monotone, and it needs to be more expressive. I get this complaint every week for a year straight, until my manager gives up. I don’t attend trainings because I forget and find it overwhelming anyways. My coworkers form friendships, and I watch them talk, wondering how they make it look so easy. I get a new manager, I tell her I find the work socials too overwhelming to attend. She tells me I can just say I don’t want to come. I don’t know how to tell her that I desperately want to, to be like the rest of my coworkers, instead of constantly being the one sat on the sidelines.
I come home, and I can hear my neighbours again. The niggling background noise messes with my head, and I meltdown; I throw myself on the floor, I hit my head on the ground repeatedly as I scream and cry, tear out my hair and scratch my arms and face. When I complain, people tell me that I just have to accept that neighbours make noise, that I should just ignore it, or block it out. I am the problem, the one overreacting. I put in earplugs and it hurts and I'm crying again. I wear headphones but I can't handle the noise for that long.
I have reminders set for everything. Every chore, no matter how big or small. My phone beeps at me, reminding me that I need to wash the dishes. If I don't go now, then tick the little box on my phone to say I did it, it won't get done. My home is almost always a mess despite this. It's not just chores either. I won't think to wash, dress myself, brush my teeth or hair, without those reminders. And unless someone actively prompts me to do so, I will do those tasks "wrong". I haven't changed my underwear in a month, and I'm currently aware that's a problem, but within the hour I'm going to forget all over again until I'm next prompted.
I can't sleep without medication - it's not unusual for autistic people to have messed up circadian rhythms. Without my medication it's hard to even tell when I'm awake and when I'm asleep. When I was younger and at school I slept through so many lessons, and when I have my mandatory breaks from my sleep meds I sleep through every alarm I set. I want to work full time some day, and I'm terrified of what my sleep issue will mean for me then.
I don't travel independently. I don't travel anywhere alone, always with someone or to someone. If to someone, I have assistance the whole way. I find it embarrassing sometimes. Yes, I have a job that requires a certain level of intelligence. No, I cannot get on a train by myself. If I am not shown To The Train, To My Seat, I will be unable to travel.
Last time I travelled, I was left alone at the station for ten minutes. I stayed rigid and sobbed the whole time. I was overwhelmed. It was too loud, I didn't know where I was or where I was meant to be going, and until the assistance person came back I couldn't do anything because for some reason I cannot understand it.
I spend a lot of time trying to explain to people that despite my relative competence, I am unable to do many things. Why can I understand high level maths but not how to get on a damn train? No fucking idea.
"Autism isn't a disability" most severely affects those with higher support needs, and this is absolutely not to take away from them. But for fucks sake, autism is disabling.
Maybe you personally are extremely lucky and just find you're a little "socially awkward", or just find some textures painful or nauseating. Maybe you would be fine with just a couple of adjustments.
But for a lot of us, even lower support needs autistics, it doesn't work like that. I will never sleep properly without medication. I still have the self-harming type of meltdowns as an adult, over things that are deemed as being "just part of life". I live alone but have daily visits from family - if I'm left fully alone I forget all the little daily things one is "meant" to do. I had speech therapy as a child to get me to the "barely audible" "mostly correct" speech. I don't mask, I'm not really sure how I would to begin with.
I'm not unhappy with being autistic. It's just who I am. Life would be easier if I were neurotypical, but I also wouldn't be me. I just wish those luckier than me could...stop saying it's all chill and not at all a disability.
Because yes, socially, I am "awkward". I obviously don't make eye contact - I stare down and to the side of whoever I speak to. People think it's weird or creepy or a sign of disinterest. My autism assessor wrote down about how I often use words and phrases that don't make sense to others, even though they make perfect sense to me. In my daily life this means I'm frequently misunderstood, and have to try explain what I mean, when what I mean is exactly what I said, and the true issue is that what I mean just doesn't make sense to others. I gesture, at times, but again, my gestures apparently don't make sense in relation to what I'm saying. I take things literally, I have almost no filter, and I can't explain how I go from topic to topic.
And yes, I do have sensory problems. Sometimes people, including others with sensory problems, tell me that "sometimes sensory issues have to be tolerated", and I wonder what they think of as being sensory issues. I'm sure they do struggle, but if I say I can't handle a touch, I mean you will need to forcefully hold it against me for me to touch it more than a second and it will make me meltdown. If I say "I can't eat that", I mean that I am unable to swallow it, that I will gag and choke and inevitably spit it back out, as much as I try. If I say I can't handle a noise, I mean I'm so close to a meltdown and my meltdowns are a problem for everyone around me.
But yes. Autism. Not a disability. Just a fun quirky difference.
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Ooo I loved the part 2 of CC , though my sadistic side is coming out 👀 ima need non con smut for legal line , only kissing for niki tho
777 | noncon with enha
warnings ⫘ somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral/hand jobs (f. and m. receiving), degrading, rough sex, exhibitionism and voyeurism, kissing, overstimulation, breeding kink, humiliation
pairing ⫘ enhypen x fem!reader ⫘ highly requested ⫘ less than 180 words each
tw ⫘ any hate on this post will be ignored: save your rage and keep scrolling
Nishimura Riki, your school’s recent transfer student, hated the fact that you were taken.
To your classmates, Riki’s feelings towards you were obvious, but you overlooked his flirting as kindness.
One day, you and your boyfriend were having lunch when Riki stopped at your table, his dominant hands forcing you to face him.
“R-Riki, we’re trying to eat here—” you started before your words were interrupted by his hungry kiss, hands sliding beneath your uniform to hold you still.
You whined into Riki’s mouth, pushing him away, but he didn’t let go until your angry boyfriend left the scene, and with him, everyone else. “I can't believe you just did that!" you stood and yelled, only to get your wrists pinned to the cafeteria table.
“And I can’t believe you tried to hide how much you liked it,” Riki smirked, inching closer to your face. “Get off of me!” You fought, but he only cooed at your feeble attempts.
“Now that your loser boyfriend’s gone, can you kiss me properly this time, or do I have to force you again?”
It was around 1 in the morning when your boyfriend Heeseung slithered behind you on the mattress, lifting the night gown over your hips. He was already hard, but the little sounds you made in your sleep only added to his desperation.
Shifting your underwear, he aligned himself with your entrance, gliding past your heat as if he prepped you. You woke up after he started clinging to your tits, rocking your body with his thrusts as he left purple marks down your neck.
Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Heeseung went crazy behind you, his flushed face just seconds from climaxing. “Hey, baby,” he grunted lowly, speeding up his movements, “I didn’t mean to wake you like this, I just couldn’t wait any longer.”
“That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have woke me up first, Hee,” you said with a whiny voice, gripping the sheets at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” he moaned, feeling dizzy from how tight he was holding you.
Dressed up in the most revealing outfit you could find, Jay couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you danced near his outdoor pool bar. Lost in the music, you didn’t even realize that Jay had snuck up behind you, holding your hips in place as he pressed himself against you. “Jay, what the hell?” You retorted, not feeling comfortable about him acting this way in front of everyone.
“You obviously wanted my attention, so don’t cry now that you’re getting it my way,” he whispered, taking your hand in his as he led you to the bathroom, locking the door. He sat you on the counter and started to kiss you, groping every part of your body as both of your clothes came off one by one.
“Jay, this is a little fast, can we go back to the party?” You asked, trying to hide the way your hands were shaking.
“Don’t worry, angel,” he smirked while slipping on a condom, “I’ll be gentle with you after round three.”
Sim Jake, your favorite fuck buddy, left you feeling sore thanks to last night’s session, but that didn’t stop him from going at it even harder the next day.
You were literally sobbing, scratching his back as he fucked you near stupid.
“It’ll feel better once you come baby, just stop pushing me away,” he whimpered as you bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from screaming.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, grinding into your hole and hitting all your sweet spots.
“Pull out Jake,” you urged, reaching for his hips but he grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head. “Jake, I said pull out,” you whined, feeling your own climax approaching as he panted over you like an exhausted puppy. “No, baby, I need to fill you up… wanna fuck you so good that my cum spills out of you,” he groaned again.
You moaned at the feeling of his seed coating your insides. His thrusts grew sloppy as he slowly hammered into you, sucking on your neck as if he was still touch depraved.
Sunghoon was feeling needy for you, but, being the dom that he is, didn’t wanna beg for it. So instead, he made his move at the dinner table… right in front of his parents. At some point for whatever reason, his parents walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Sunghoon completely alone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whined, trying to move his greedy hands away from your aching pussy. “Shut up,” he chuckled, spitting on your heat before adding a third finger to the painful mix. “Sunghoon, that’s too much!” You yelped, holding onto his shoulder.
“Then I’ll make it fit,” he smirked, forcing his digits past your tightness. “Now would you stop bossing me around, princess? I’m doing you a favor here, y’know?”
“But-“ your words were cut off by him shoving your lace panties in your mouth, forcing your legs open so he could work better. He rubbed your clit at a tantalizing speed, making you cream on his fingers as muffled moans filled the air.
You were currently on a zoom meeting for school when Sunoo walked in the room. “Hey baby,” you greeted as usual, but he didn’t respond, only sneaking underneath your desk and parting your legs. You were wearing a dress, so he had almost immediate access to your cunt, diving in mouth first as he tantalized your clit, nibbling, sucking, and massaging it in ways that made you twitch within the first few seconds. You tried pushing his head away, but he gripped onto your thighs, pulling you closer to his tongue. “Sunoo, not right now,” you whimpered, not even aware of all the O-faces you’d just made in front of your classmates and instructor. You slammed your laptop shut, the sound making Sunoo tighten his grip on your legs as you continued trying to escape his skilled mouth, “Just let me please you, baby, I know you’ll thank me once you finish.”
You accidentally barged in on your best friend’s brother, Jungwon, while he was masturbating in the shower. You would’ve been gone by now if it wasn’t for how quickly he pinned you against the wall. “Either you do something about this, or I will,” he whispered lowly, making your gaze fall down to his hard-on. Perhaps your answer took too long, because he was already forcing you down to your knees before him. “You can try biting me if you want to, but then I’ll just fuck you in front of her, anyways,” he groaned, pushing himself past your hesitant lips. Admittedly, you had hooked up with Jungwon before, but never while his sister was home. The thought of her walking in on you two like this made your eyes brim with tears… or maybe it was just the way his dick kept hitting the back of your throat. Clinging to his wet thighs, Jungwon threw his head back as he finished relatively quickly. Using a thumb to toy with your lower lip, he forced your mouth closed and whispered, “Swallow it.”
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Can you do one where Adam sees you as a place holder for his wives and doesn’t respect you ever but when you want to leave him he realizes just how much he truly cares about you and then like over course of a period of time (your choice) we forgive him :)
Thank you for listening ❤️
This was a fun one! I love a bit of angst. Can't get enough of the stuff!!
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Reader POV because I got a similar ask which I'll write as Adams POV
Used
It's all I ever asked for. To be respected. To be loved. It wasn't fair. Why did I have to be alone and wait for him while he was out galavanting around the heavens! How was it fair? He'd only ever sees me for sex. He wouldn't reply to my texts but god fucking forbid I miss one of his texts.
Or in this case ignore. I've had enough. I'm not being second choice anymore! So I texted him "we're done." I know it's cowardly to "break up" via text but it's not even like we were dating! I placed my phone down on my side table. I should of put it on silent. Why didn't I put it on silent.
Curling up on my bed, tears flowing from my eyes as I hear the vibration on my phone. He's either calling or text bombing me. I pick up my phone to see several missed called and about 20 texts already.
You think you're better than me?!
You're nothing!
I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT
YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!
I sob.
I must of fallen asleep during my crying of self pity. I stretch out my arms as I sit up only to see Adam at the doorway. I scream in surprise, falling off my bed hitting my phone off the nightstand in the process. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" I yell at him.
He stands there, looming over me. "You want to leave me?" He asked, never had I heard him so emotionless. I tut as I stand up. "You say that like you cared." I retort, picking my phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards me, reaching out but I pulled away. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."
I can't help but sigh, collapsing on my bed, hair covering my face. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." I can hear Adam moving closer, his wings dragging across the floor. "What are you talking about?" One of his hands land on mine. "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with mine as his other hand brushes my hair from my face revealing my teary eyes. "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."
His hand cups my face and I just can't help but melt into his touch. "Be mine?" I shrug in response. Clearing his throat he clarifies, "no, I'm asking. Be mine." I can't help but look at him like an idiot, my heart skipping a beat. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"
"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He stares at me with a blank expression. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in what I can only assume is annoyance. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." Never have I seen him look so weak. So... Small? "I'll have to think about it." I can't tell if he feels relieved or worried. Maybe both. "H-how long will that take?" He asked with a hint of desperation.
"I don't know, Adam." I shrug. My words hung in the air. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kissed my hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." I watch as he leaves my apartment. No through the door of course, no, he always had to leave from the balcony. I usually watch as he flies away. But not this time..
It's been about a month since I last spoke to Adam. I've seen him about. Doing his thing. It makes me laugh. When ever he notices me he freezes up. Just last week he was talking to Sera and as soon as he noticed me walk past he just stared. I swear I heard Sera say "earth to Adam."
Today I decided. I head towards his office, walking past several anxious angles. I heard yelling come from inside his office and then something smash. Before I could knock the door swung open and standing before me was a very frustrated Adam. His feathers were literally ruffled. "Y/n?" He was surprised to see me but his expression changed quickly as he remembered in was in the presence of his underlings. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. It was mess. I mean, I've seen it messy before but this was a whole new level. Documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. "Bad day?" I commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven."
He slumps down on his chair, watching me as I walk over to his office window, opening it to get some of that heavenly fresh air in. "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight. "And?"
"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." I don't even get a chance to turn and face him before he's already darted from his chair wrapping me in his arms. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His wings surrounded us. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."
～♡✧｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧♡～
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Hurt
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Part of The Big Adventures Universe
Summary: You fall
It all happens so quickly.
One minute you're holding Sam's hands, walking up icy, stone steps at half-time and the next you've lost your footing.
Your crumpled body lies at the very bottom, your head making impact with each and every step on your way down. The players yet to retreat to the locker are horrified and the crowd is as well.
You're very much a staple at Chelsea matches, almost as famous as your mothers and people delight in getting you to sign Harder and Eriksson jerseys.
It's like a scene out of a particularly disturbing movie to see you in a heap at the bottom of the stairs.
To make it even worse, you're not moving.
Sam, in particular, looks like she's going to be sick - caught between staring at your unmoving body and the hand that you had been holding previously. She takes the stairs two at a time to get down to reach you, where coach Emma has already got a hand on your neck, checking your pulse.
"Someone get Pernille and Magda," She orders and Jessie takes off at a run," And for fuck's sake, where are the medics?!"
You come to as she's yelling and try to lift your head. It's pounding in agony and you can feel every bit of movement like you're on fire.
"No, no, y/n," Coach Emma says softly, pressing your head back down," Don't move. Stay very still."
In an instant, you burst into tears. You're disorientated and confused and the pain is enough to make you want to curl into a ball and die. In particular, a spot right in the middle of your forehead feels icky and wet in a way that you don't like.
Even though you're crying, you do as Coach Emma says because she's very smart and looks after you sometimes when Momma and Morsa are playing.
You can hear clamouring behind you, both from voices you recognise and those you don't.
You scream and sob into the ground as hands go onto your back.
The medics.
"Hey, kiddo," One of them says in their soft voice," We're going to roll you over, okay? I need you to be very brave for me and stay flat on your back."
Hands are on your little shoulders as you're flipped over. The brightness of the winter sun makes you wince and screw your eyes shut. You cry even louder, huge, gut-wrenching screams accompanying them.
When you open your eyes again, it's to a permanent redness in one of them.
Blood.
Blood from your icky and too-wet forehead.
It makes you scream and sob all over again.
One of the medics shines a light in your eye and makes you follow his finger.
"Pupils are uneven," He says to Coach Emma but your English isn't working properly so you don't understand what he's saying," And slow response to tracking my finger. Where are Pernille and Magda?"
"Coming," Sam insists but she sounds shaky and can't even bring herself to look at you. Pernille and Magda had trusted her to get you safely to the locker room. You should have already been there, snacking on goldfish crackers and wrapped up tight in your baby blanket. But you're on the ground with your head split open and what looks to be a concussion.
Because she couldn't keep a hold of your hand.
"They're coming."
The medic smiles down at you with a smile you recognise. It's the same smile Momma gives you when she doesn't want you to worry.
You're very scared to see it on someone else's face.
"Someone's going to hold your head, y/n," He says," And we're going to move you onto this stretcher and get you some help. Okay? You're being very brave."
You don't know what he's saying.
All of your English is gone and you don't know where your mothers are.
You scream and sob as you're moved, placed in a stretcher by the medics and taken inside.
The crowd claps you inside like you're a player but all you're focussing on is the running forms of your mothers.
"Momma, Morsa," Are the broken words that come out of your mouth.
They both look half to tears themselves.
"It's okay, princesse," Morsa says to you, thankfully in Swedish," It's all going to be okay. You're so brave. You're so good, babygirl."
Morsa doesn't call you babygirl often. Almost always y/n or princesse unless she feels scared. When she's scared, it's always babygirl. You whine and weakly reach out to her. She kisses your little hand as Momma takes her place.
Morsa disappears from your vision and you're carted away to the treatment room so you don't see her grab Sam by the jersey and slam her against the wall.
"Hi, princesse," Momma says as she joins you, holding your hand tightly. She's speaking Danish, low and comforting like your bedtime stories. "You're doing so well. Just a little longer."
The pain hasn't lessened and you can't even nod without a wave of nausea running through your little body.
You zone out completely as you're lifted into her arms and braced against her. You try to wriggle away when the doctor approaches to sew up your still-bleeding forehead but Momma's grip is iron-tight and you don't have the energy to fight for long.
Your tears run down your cheeks as you cry. As soon as he pulls away, you gag and your breakfast leaves your stomach. It makes you sob even more, unaware of why you've even thrown up.
"Concussion," The doctor says to Momma," For certain."
Her hold on you tightens as she mops up your face and the front of your shirt. "How bad?"
"She did lose consciousness briefly," The doctor says," But it's not grade three...barely."
Momma nods, finally deciding to just take off your t-shirt as you whine and weakly tug at it. Your eyes slide closed for a few moments in your sudden drowsiness but you force them open each time.
"She'll be okay? She...It's just she's so little. Are you sure?"
"She'll be fine. No screen time, no sports, lots of water. If she throws up more than twice a day, passes out or has a seizure, take her right to the hospital. I don't recommend her going back onto the pitch because of the noise. She needs a nice, quiet place to start her recovery."
Momma nods and takes you out of the room. You tuck yourself into the crook of her neck as she walks you to the locker room.
Morsa is waiting outside, pacing but lights up when she sees you both. Momma reports everything to her as she inspects your head. You try to move away from her grip but sag in exhaustion when Morsa takes you in her arms.
"I scared Sam," She reports," Like, really scared her. I just saw red."
"You have to apologise."
"Later." Morsa waves it away as she changes your shirt, being as delicate and careful as possible. "Emma said we don't have to stay. She's already put people on in our places. We...We should get her home."
"Magda...It's okay to cry."
The dam breaks in that instant and Morsa holds you tighter, one arm around your little body and the other around the back of your head, holding you against her as she sobs into your hair.
You whine a little, completely drained but slump against her, soaking in the comfort and warmth of Morsa. You feel a little better now that you're wrapped up with your mothers, protected in a nice little bubble away from everything outside.
You stick your hand out behind you, where you know Momma is. She joins you, taking your hand and covering you in your baby blanket. It's been oversized since they bought it so it covers your body and head easily.
It drapes over you and a bit of Morsa's shoulder. It plunges you into near darkness. It's nice. To not have to be blinded by the bright lights.
"She-She fell," Magda says as she sobs to Pernille," There's already a video up. It was icy and she slipped. Pernille, she hit every step. We're lucky she didn't break her neck."
"But she didn't. Magda, she didn't. She's right here. She's safe. She's going to be better in a few weeks."
Magda nods but doesn't quite look like she believes it.
"Let's go home," Pernille says," We'll get back. You can baby proof the whole house like I know you want to and we'll cuddle her to death."
Magda sighs but nods again. You're completely limp in her grip, still awake but just barely. Your movements are sluggish and tinged with drowsiness. Your cut has been sewn shut and the bruising is minimal right now but it still kind of aches a little bit.
You look extra cute in an oversized Harder jersey to make up for the t-shirt you had thrown up over. Your baby blanket is tight around you and you smile up at your mothers sleepily.
"Sam probably feels terrible," Pernille says as she gently guides Magda out of the locker room and stadium," I think we'll get a gift package delivered soon."
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you are unfixable.
rafe is a possessive individual. obsessive, controlling. but you love him, right? so you surely must obey when he tells you not to do something, thats what he expects and thats how it will be. you're his.
warnings: abusive relationship, toxic boyfriend, possessive and obsessive behaviour, side jj x reader, domestic violence
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the air felt scary inside his car, you were quietly staring at the window, not even breathing properly, scared of how your boyfriend would react. the silence made you even more anxious that if he was yelling instead.
no music, nothing. just the sound of the wheels.
till he broke it.
"what were you two even talking about? huh?"
"i told you, rafe, he just tried to have a normal conversation!" you said clearly annoyed.
he glanced at you.
"i already told you several times, i don't want you talking to that guy!" he almost shouted. his face looked red. his tone was harsh, but he tried not to scream yet.
"rafe...this is crazy! please, see things how they really are, i'm your girlfriend! it is not like i would go out there flirting with anyone else, i love you!"
you wanted to cry at how angry and sad you felt.
"i- i know, but..." he nodded his head, staring at his own hands "i know jj likes you, okay? and i just want to make sure he doesn't think he stand a chance with you"
"what are you talking about?" you furrowed your eyebrows. jj and you were never close, but whenever you had the opportunity to talk, it was something nice, fresh. he was a good company. you were sure he never saw you as anything else than a possible friendship.
"i see how he looks at you... the same way as i do, y/n" you breathed heavily. rafe wasn't just dramatic, he was THE drama queen himself. "don't give me that look!"
"what look?"
"the one you're giving me right now! like...like i'm crazy or something!" his eyes were full of tears, he was holding the steering wheel with a tight grip, his hands looked white.
"look" you said, trying to calm down . there was a brief moment of silence, you were thinking about the right words. "i've been thinking a lot about it, and... rafe, i'm not being healthy for you. our relationship is not healthy for you."
his eyes went wide, knowing what you were about to say. his heart beated so fast he considered he would might have a heart attack.
he knew it. he knew he was a fucking freak, but he couldn't find a healthier way to cope. he was totally, completely obsessed with you, he felt like throwing up by the mere thought of life without you. he knew it was far more than love, he knew it was sick.
"you need to focus on yourself by now, you know? try to stay clean, go see a therapist, take care of your mind and soul-"
before you could finish, he raced the car again. but this time, much faster than before.
"rafe, slow down!"
he kept going faster and faster, till the point where you were almost crying.
"RAFE! STOP!"
he didn't. and thats when you grabbed his arm, desperatedly trying to make him stop.
"please, please rafe, stop right now!"
you were so scared. it was a dark road, you could barely see anything in front of you.
he stopped.
you were breathless. your heart felt anxious, remembering the times where your dad used to fight with your mom and race the car, exactly like this, and threat to kill you and her.
rafe grabbed your wrist on his arm, tightly. "look at me"
you stared immediately, scared for your life. for some reason, you had jj in mind. would this ever happen if you were with him instead? what about the calm, fresh love you always wanted? this wasn't life. love wasn't supposed to be this dark. what if you had never met rafe and were close to jj instead?
of course he was also up for some trouble, but clearly not as extreme as your boyfriend.
"i love you more than i even love myself. but that doesn't mean i will let you hurt me like this and be just fine" he then cupped your jaw. you couldn't hold your sobs anymore.
"i can't live without you, baby, i'm not even phisically able to do it... so you're gonna be with me for the rest of my goddamn life, you get it? i'm gonna marry you soon and we're gonna leave this piece of shit of island, and it's gonna be just us. none of those filthy friends you have, none else but me and you." he tapped your head with his fingers, he didn't blink during the whole time he was saying this. staring at you dead in the eyes. "i'm not joking when i say that i would kill for you, and that including you, baby. you're not gonna leave me, ever"
"i wish i never met you" you cried. immediately regreting, but your emotions were speaking louder.
the slap was so hard you felt like your face and ear was burning on fire.
"we're gonna wash that little pretty mouth of yours once we get home."
#rafe x you#dark rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron#rafe x reader#drew starkey#outer banks#obx fic#dark rafe
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"It's okay not to be okay." (p.sh)
plot; (y/n) was going through it. Work was stressing her to no end. She couldn't function properly anymore. Thankfully, Seonghwa was there to help get her head back in the right spot.
paring; Park Seonghwa x fem!reader
genre; comfort, angst?
word count; 1.9k
warnings; cursing, reader drops a glass, crying, yelling (not arguing), pet names, reader pulls at her hair, established relationships, 3rd person,
request?; no
(y/n) dropped everything at the door when she got into the apartment. Work was nothing but shit. The same thing it was every day. Sitting at a desk, checking people in and out, in and out. It got tiring. She kicked everything to the side of the walkway so Seonghwa could get in without tripping.
She went to their shared bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She buried her head into her pillow and screamed into it. A scream turned into choked sobs. She kicked her feet and threw a tantrum on the bed, messing up the sheets. She groaned as the clothes she wore only seemed to irritate her more. She quickly undressed, throwing on one of her boyfriends plain white shirts and a pair of shorts. She couldn't stop crying after she started..
She went to the bathroom, coughing from how hard she was crying. She paused to stare at herself in the mirror. Her lip trembled. Mascara stained her cheeks, her lipstick had smudged. She whined before throwing her hair up and washing her face, rather aggressively might I add... She dried her face and sniffled. She flicked the light off and went to the kitchen. She was still crying, but she wasn't as loud anymore. That was until..
She reached up to grab a glass, her vision blurry from tears. She didn't have a proper grip on it. She jumped as she dropped it on the ground. She stared at the shattered glass, throwing her head back. She sat on the floor, a bit away from the pile and hugged her knees. "Shit!" She cried, yanking at her hair.
She was so in her own bubble she hadn't heard Seonghwa come in. The man entered and was immediately putting his stuff down and slipping on his slides to rush to his lovers aid. "Baby! Baby, hey! What happened?" He gently grabbed her hands, prying her fingers away from her hair. He tilted her head up, trying to catch her gaze. (y/n) pushed his hand away. "Go away!" She yelled. "I don't need your help!" She sobbed.
She got defensive when she was upset. She hated being babied and treated like she was fragile. Even if thats what she needed, she didn't want it. Seonghwa nodded softly and pulled his hands away. "Okay, okay. But I need you to tell me what happened, (y/n)." He said, not pulling his gaze from her. He caught on to her tendency a few months after they started dating. He understood and gave her space, but he always kept a watchful eye on her.
"I fucking dropped a glass, what do you think happened?" She snapped at him. Seonghwa hummed, glancing at the pile. "Okay, you dropped a glass. Is that what caused you to break down, or was it something else?" The man tilted his head. "Why can't you just leave me alone!" She shot off the floor and went to storm out of the kitchen.
Seonghwa shot up faster and grabbed her waist. "Don't. You don't have your slides on. You'll get glass in your feet." He picked her up and stepped over the glass, setting her down far enough away from the glass. (y/n) tensed up, the feeling of his hands making her hot. She was overstimulated. She was winding herself up more than necessary. She flapped her hands. "I said go away! You're really starting to piss me off, Seonghwa." She grumbled.
Seonghwa nodded. "I'm sure I am. But until you tell me what's wrong, i'm not leaving." He said. He didn't like pushing her to talk. But he knew that she was gonna be angry until whatever was bothering her came out. It always took a little pushing for her to finally open up. He didn't sheer away under the glare that was shot at him. "You irritate me to no end." She rolled her eyes. Seonghwa hummed quietly and nodded. It didn't bother him, because he knew she didn't mean it. She was just upset.
"I- Everything shit, alright?" (y/n) spit out. "Work it the same thing every day! My boss always telling me i'm doing something wrong! Costumers always yelling at me for no reason at all!" She wiped her face angrily. "This guy the other way said what I was wearing looked 'whoreish'! Whoreish?! What does that even mean?!" She laughed in disbelief. She put her head in her hands and sobbed quietly. "I'm so stressed, Hwa, I can't handle it anymore." She cried.
Seonghwa listened to everything she said. Nodding softly so she knew he was listening. He walked over to her and gently hugged her. He placed a kiss on her head. "It's okay." He said softly. (y/n) quickly wrapped her arms around him. She sobbed into his chest. Seonghwa rubbed her back.
After a few moments of standing there, he pulled away to cup her cheeks. He gently swiped away her tears with his thumbs. "It's okay not to be okay, you know that?" He said softly. "It's okay to be stressed, and upset, and angry. You just can't ball it up, understand?" He said. She nodded a bit. "I know it's hard talking, so don't talk. Write it in your journal, paint it, draw it. Anything. But don't bottle it up, because when it spills over, it stresses you out even more." He stroked her cheeks gently with his thumbs.
He pursed his lips. He took a deep breath. "I think.. You should quit that job. I can support us just fine." He said. Her eyes widened. She blinked at him. "No- No! I can't let you do that! You know I can't let you do that." She laughed in disbelief that he would even try and run that past her. "Okay, then I'll be able to support us while you find a new job. That you like!" He pointed a bit. "And with a better boss. I don't need you in a workplace that stresses you out. Okay?" He said softly. She sighed and nodded a little. "Okay. I.." She trailed off as she looked back down.
After a moment she finally looked back up at him with glossy eyes. Her lip trembled. "I'm sorry." Her voice shook. Seonghwa shook his head. "Nuh-Uh, none of that." He said, swiping away her tears once more. "It's okay not to be okay, (y/n)." He repeated. "I wanna hear you say it." He said. She furrowed her eyebrows. She shook her head a bit. "I can't.." She whispered. "But you can." Seonghwa hummed.
(y/n) closed her eyes before sighing quietly. "I.. It's okay not to be okay." She said. Seonghwa smiled softly. He gently poked her sides a bit. "Thats my girl." He said softly. She squealed lightly, giggling as his fingers tickled her sides. "Hwa stop!" She slapped his chest gently. Seonghwa chuckled and took his hands away. (y/n) took them and kissed his finger pads. "Thank you." She whispered. "Nothing to thank me for, doll." He hushed. "Yes, there is." She looked up at him, seriousness in her eyes.
"Thank you for still loving me, even after I have moments like these." She whispered, almost ashamed of her breakdown. Seonghwa tutted softly. "You expect me to just stop loving you?" He tilted his head at her. "You're my forever, (y/n). Even if that means comforting you when you don't feel your best." He kissed her forehead. "I love you, princess." He hushed against her skin. "I love you too, Hwa." (y/n) took a deep breath and leaned up to peck his lips.
She pulled away and peaked behind him. She frowned. "I-I'll clean that up.." She messed with his hoodie gently. Seonghwa shook his head. "No, you're not." He poked her nose gently. "You are gonna go wash up. Then you're get blankets, and pillows, and find a movie for us to watch." He grinned softly. Her eyes lit up. "Movie night?" She asked. He nodded. She smiled brightly and kissed him. She pulled away after a few moments. "Thank you. You're the best boyfriend ever." She moved to kiss his cheek. Seonghwa chuckled softly as she rushed to go wash up and get blankets and pillows.
After picking up the glass, making tea, gathering snacks, and Seonghwa changing into his pajamas, they cuddled on the couch. They didn't really watch the movie, it was mostly commentating the whole thing, pointing out how silly the acting was. Seonghwa was in the middle of explaining the love triangle that (y/n) said she didn't understand, when he heard soft snores. He paused and looked down. The bag of candies she had was slipping out of her hand. Her eyes were shut, and her breathing was evened out. He smiled and gently grabbed the bag of candies, setting them on the coffee table.
He didn't want to disturb her, but he knew they would both wake up with sore backs if they slept on the couch. He gently pushed her up enough so he could stand. He leaned over and picked her up, hushing her as she whined. He carried her to bed and tucked her in before getting in on his side. "I love you, princess." He whispered, kissing her temple and wrapping his arms around her waist. "Mm.. Love you.." (y/n) mumbled, half asleep. Seonghwa chuckled and closed his eyes, matching up his breathing with hers. It didn't take long for him to drift off..
#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez angst#ateez comfort#ateez park seonghwa#ateez seonghwa#park seonghwa#seonghwa#park seonghwa x reader#park seonghwa ateez#seonghwa angst#ateez x reader#ateez hurt/comfort#ateez fic#ateez imagines#open requests
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Midnight rain
Pairings: S.coups × y/n
Genre/tags: idol dating, confession, hidden feelings
Warning: insecurity, unsureness, relationship issue, cursing, [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 0.7k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: repost. Check pinned post ♥️
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"What did you say?" You ask. "I didn't... I didn't hear you properly..." you stutter.
But that was a lie. You did hear him. You heard him loud and clear that each word echoed and still ringing in your ears
"I said... I'm going to ask Shanie to be my girlfriend... officially."
That fucking hurts. You wanted to scream and walk away. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted him to say that it was all a joke.
But looking at his smile, his eyes it is true.
"Oh..." You force a smile and smacks his shoulder, "Congrats! Y-you.. finally have the courage to ask her... that's awesome!"
Then there was a moment of silent that stretched between the two of you. You tried to ignore it. You went on to look up to the sky and watch the fireworks fill up the night with beautiful colors. You kept your smile even though your hands are literally shaking. Your so good at hiding it.
Or that's what you thought.
"Y/n..."
"Hmm?"
"Are you really happy? I mean... me asking Shanie to be my girlfriend..."
"Ahm, of course! Why would I not be?"
"Stop it." He adjusted his position. He's facing you more. "Stop pretending... I'm not blind..."
"What are you talking about?" You were trying so hard to brush it off.
You can face it. You can't talk about it.
The feelings you and Seungcheol have for each other. The feelings that the both of you kept on pushing back, acting like it does not exist even though both of you feel the vibrations in your hearts.
"Cheolie..." you closed your eyes and took a deep breathe first. "Please..."
"Please what? I don't get it! I like you. You like me. But you keep on choosing to avoid it. Why? What's wrong with choosing me? What's wrong with... allowing yourself to love me?"
"You know, we can't be together." You look away. "It's complicated..."
"Is it because of my work? Being an idol? You know I don't care what the media says. You know I can handle it! My fans... they will understand it. If not everyone... or immidately but they will someday so... It's fine."
"But I do care." You sighed. "I can't handle it... people talking shit about you. Saying mean things... your career... I... it matters to me..."
"So... you're willing to sacrifice your own feelings... and mine for my career? You think thats more important than you?"
You try to calm yourself so you would not cry. You are in public and with his family. Yes, his family. You two have been friends for a while and his family have treated you like theirs. They invited you in this family outing because its been a while since Seungcheol had a break at work.
"Y/n... please..."
"I know how much your work means to you... your members... your fans... making music, singing and performing...is your life."
"But you are part of my life too!"
"Cheolie..." you stood up and about to walk away but he pulls you back down again.
"Why are you like this? You've always told me to follow my heart and dreams... and I did with music and now I'm following it for you . I am in love with you y/n."
"People will hear." You hiss at him. "Cheolie... please..."
"Do you want us to stay like this? As friends?"
You paused and looked at him. "Yes."
"You... really are okay with me to date other women?"
"No... but... it's safer for you..."
"What's the difference of me dating them to you dating me?"
"They are better than me. People would accept them..."
"What?" His brows furrowed. He can't believe what she's saying. Her insecurities. Because for him, she's perfect just the way she is. "Is my love not enough... to make you feel... loved... content... secure...?"
You started to tear up and sob. "No... And you don't deserve to be with someone who needs constant reaffirmation... someone who haven't started the process of loving herself..."
"But... Y/n... I love you... I fucking love you..."
"I know... I do to... but... I'm not the right person for you... you deserve someone better."
#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seungcheol x reader#scoups x reader#scoups fluff#scoups fanfic#scoups x y/n#scoups x you#svt fluff#svt hard hours#seventeen imagines#svt imagines
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it's so genuinely interesting to look at my favorite characters in supernatural because it changes so much as the show goes on and each character is different in each season and with each writer. Like, Sam in the early seasons with the demon blood, his brand of daddy issues, his trying to be good but everyone including heaven is telling him he's nothing more than a demon blood-drinking vessel of Lucifer, and he'll sacrifice himself to save the world and stop the apocolapse. oh my god i think about that every five minutes. he's just a long, shaggy-haired, too-tall, and too-kind young man. he sees the best in everyone, and tries to redeem monsters when he can because if he can save them, he can save himself, right? and later on I think about the soulless sam and hallucinating lucifer and the ramifications of being in the cage for so long, and all that so often. but then... idk he has his moments from time to time, but it felt like his character finished and just needed a woman to pair off with because TV character arcs always end with characters marrying, but he didn't even properly get that? he married an off-screen woman after his actual love interest DIED!
then we get dean, who started out as the typical beer-loving cool womanizer dude who loves his family, his car, and hunting things. then he gets broken down as the show goes on into exploring his daddy issues, and it was never something i really fully loved until later on, mostly because the show was always so insistent on keeping his Cool Status at first. then he did and it was always so good. but the show always put a beer back in his hand, a gun in his pocket, and I always left the season feeling like there was more to be explored. he can yell, scream, and cry, but he was never allowed to truly grow from those experiences. he died a hunter, after explicitly showing that was the last thing he wanted.
casiel. oh my god i love castiel. he very quickly became my favorite character above sam with his lack of understanding social queues and his relationship with heaven. ohhhhhh my GOD his relationship with heaven. that scene at the bench where he's begging for clarification and a sign and for god to talk to him????? I'm sobbing. at times i felt like his character's arcs were forced, or his arc was too quick, or off-screen, but that's a by-product of the studio keeping him as a side character so misha had a max number of episodes to show up in. i really hate not seeing "starring: misha collins" because misha really is the heart of the character. just like everyone, but especially misha. he kept castiel around and brought him to life beyond what was expected and that was how it was from day fucking one of his portrayal. oh my god.
also, adam! because his bitterness and spite and hatred always felt So Real. imagine you're him, and your dad travels for his job, but comes to baseball games and he's nice and all. then he disappears and suddenly two men, kinda older than you, show up saying all sorts of crazy shit. they're your father's children from his first marriage before his wife died when they were super young -what?- and his job was hunting monsters -what the fuck?- and you're actually a dark secret in his life and they are fucking pissed cause he was such a shit dad to him -what the FUCK?- oh, and he's dead, killed by a demon -what the actual FUCK- then you get possessed by -get this- the archangel Michael and before you can even begin to properly process that angels exist and the apocolapse is happening because you're still reeling over the fact that your dad was a deadbeat to his two other children who were raised to hunt monsters and your family was like a vacation getaway for him so he can pretend to be normal instead of raising his two other children properly, but you can't think about THAT because oh my god sam took control of lucifer and dragged you and Michael, btw in the same body, down to the hell. but not normal hell, oh no, this is the cage where time is so much faster and you're there for hundreds of years and lucifer is torturing sam and it's awful and you're stuck there with Michael and wow, did he ever say goodbye to his mom (note: i forget if his mom is even alive or talked about, but i assume so) Then you get brought back, and of COURSE YOU HATE EVERYONE!!!
#likeabpost#im not adding everyone im stopping here#so just call it why i like the winchesters except the parents fuck 'em#spn#supernatural#sam winchester#dean winchester#castiel#team free will#tfw#adam spn#adam winchester#idk if he had a different last name sorry adam
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Imagine Benji being tortured and Ethan hearing all of it over the comms as he tries to find and reach him
"Benji," Ethan groans over the comms, frowning as Luther was doing his best to localise their teammate, "Benji, talk to me. I know you can hear me, just say anything, please ! We need to establish where you are, if you talk at least a bit we—"
There's a harsh sound that oddly sounds like a slap, and he cuts himself off immediately, eyes wide.
"Benji—"
[I don't know where Ethan Hunt is,] his friend was saying, voice so horribly weak, and despite that there was not a hint of trembling in it. [But you know where you can go ? Fuck yourself.]
[You speak a lot for someone who's tied up,] someone replies to him, and Ethan feels himself grow faint.
They'd tied him up ? Where ? How ? To a chair ? To the ceiling ? Wh—
[Rope burns are I are already greatly accustomed,] Benji sneers, [and it's not a few of your slaps that are going to hurt me. Where are we, in a BDSM club ?]
"Ethan, we're trying to track him down," Luther informs him from the side, "the search is getting narrower."
[They'd told us you were a chatty one,] the unknown man only says back, and suddenly there'd a loud thud that comes over the comms, and there's a retching sound. [That should calm you down.]
The gagging continues until Ethan can hear Benji properly vomit, probably doubling over himself and struggling to breathe, and his blood boils as he makes out the painful wheezing and the coughs.
No.
[Fuck—you,] Benji bites back, [this was my favourite shirt.]
[How about we paint it red ?]
NO !
[I'll fucking kill you !]
[You're the one who's tied with your hands up, mister Dunn,] the other man laughs, and Ethan can barely decipher a sharp, silver sound. Like a knife taken out of its sheath. [Where shall we start ? You already have a pretty collection on your arms, huh ? Should I hurt that pretty face of yours ?]
[Ah, so you think my face is pretty ?]
Benji's voice was rougher, and he didn't sound joking in the least. In fact, he sounded fucking terrified.
[Shut the fuck up, will you ?]
The scream that follows makes Ethan's blood turn cold, this time. He hadn't even noticed how tight his jaw was clenched before he'd opened his mouth to yell at the comms.
"BENJI ! FU—HOLD ON I'M COMING, HOLD IN THERE !"
"That's the full address," Luther tells him in a hurry, "you can make it in 5 minutes top."
"I'm here, Benj, just wait for me, please ! Hang in there !"
He knows the other can't reply. He just hopes he can hear him.
[Not so noisy now, are you ?]
Benji's chest hurts, the large cut over his clavicle burning red. He's pulling on the rope and his wrists hurt, and he wants to cry.
[Now. Let's ask again. Where's Ethan Hunt ?]
[Kill yours—FUCK !] he shrills, feeling the sharpened blade run across his stomach as blood splatters on the cold tiles, and he suppresses a sob. [Fuck you,] he still manages, [fuck you, I'm never going to tell—] a wheeze, he chokes on his own blood, spitting the crimson liquid from his nose and mouth, [I'm never telling you.]
[Oh, please. Have a little faith.]
He doesn't reply, closing his eyes so hard his head hurts, trying to ignore the clawing pain, trying to forget that his entire body was painted red. His muscles were giving out.
Come on. You're a field agent. You can do this. You can do this.
Another punch to his throat makes him puke bile he didn't even know he still had, bitter and warm, and the trails of saliva run down his chin, mixing with the blood on his neck.
[Maybe you're waiting for your little friend to come save you, huh ? Well, no one's saving you. You're going to die alone, trying to be a hero.]
[N—], he breathes raggedly, feeling the tears menacingly border his eyes, [not if I kill you f—first.]
[So cute. And hopeful, too !]
With the little strength he can find he tries to kick his assailant, weakly sending him back a few meters away, the soles of his bare feet burning with pain. Like he'd walked on broken glass.
His entire body was painful, and it hurt to even breathe.
Focus.
You can do it.
[So you're really not going to say anything ? Fine by me.]
Before Benji can understand what was happening there's a large hand tightening around his throat, and suddenly he's back in Kashmir, and suddenly his eyes roll to the back of his brain.
The man presses and presses, and he tries to free himself, tries so hard to tugs the arms away, breathes in through his nose, yells, scratches the naked skin but nothing, nothing but pure and burning white agony as he feels himself choke, missing on air, mouth and nose full of blood.
This is it. He's going to die.
There's a loud shot, and his throat is free again.
His eyes hurt.
"Baby," comes a soft voice, and he doesn't dare open them, too scared of what was coming, horrified to meet his maker for good, this time, so he only whimpers, pulling harder on the rope—"it's me. Benj. It's Ethan."
Oh.
There's an another hand on him, but this time it's gentle, and ice cold.
It grounds him.
"I'm here. Let's get you out of there," Ethan is saying, untying him with expert fingers, letting his eyes roam on the white scars on his arms, "I've got you—it's okay."
"E," Benji chokes out, and he's collapsing into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry, "E—"
"You're okay," the other coos, careful not to rub on the open wounds, "Luther's waiting for us. You're going to be okay."
His voice sounds so confident that he decides to believe him, letting darkness take over him.
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Okay hi david. i'm back, i'm on my knees and ready to listen to what you have to say :)) You have my full attention babygirl.
Omg did Asher make Angel into a Trekkie LMAO.
He's spacing out and worried and just wants to be next to Angel :(( I'm going to scream and sob.
HEAD IN LAP !!!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT !!!! I bet he looks So pretty. PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR !!!! WOOOOO !!!!!! Anything for my man. Anything.
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A vampire from the House of Wright pulled David aside before the negotiation with Baz warning him about being associated with William. And the implications of what it could mean, even if there isn't anything Formal connecting the two (Darlin' and Sam being the only Real connection, as with the Quinn situation). What the Fuck !
Apparently William has a long history of surrounding himself with "less-than-stellar" people, and covering them at Length-- even if it causes harm to innocents. Is Porter one of these people ? The House of Bennett ?
But David's right, they've made a Name for themselves in Dahlia. To make it seem like House of Solaire has recently put the pack in his Pocket could spell out trouble to others. Especially after the Summit, with the House tearing at the seams.
But Vincent and Sam are still people the Pack cares about. Oh my god, Word's gotten around about Sam not considering himself to be a Solaire much longer. I thought he was going to mention Sam's choice of not living forever. I was a little worried. But Honestly ? I don't blame the guy for wanting to leave.
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Sweetheart HAS been assigned the CloseKnit case ! That's something ! Potential Sweetheart/Milo convergence in The Balance is still on the table ! Uhoh !
David can't do much to Help them in an Official Capacity-- his only connections are for Information. And he's running out of Favors to use on Action for it, they swung big to make sure Quinn was taken care of properly for Darlin' and Sam And if he could do it over again, he would still burn the bridges he did to make sure they got Justice. I Will Cry.
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So he just feels stuck about what to do, and he can't help anyone the way he wants :(
Even people with Magic lead boring, mundane lives-- he didn't think he'd see any of the craziness he has in the last few years. Even his dad was just a Normal Guy who ran a business, he didn't have to experience horrors right after the other-- even if he still worked his ass off for his pack and his family.
Yet David still wonders what his dad would do in situations like this :(((
HEY. I'm hoping that glitch on the word "Inversion" was Just an Audio Error !! And it didn't mean anything scary or suspicious !! Because he mentioned it earlier and it Wasn't like that !!! Please don't be mean Erik !!
And he asks how Angel is doing :(( Knowing that they're wrapped up in all of this, but still are between two entirely different worlds and can feel just as much as an outsider.
And he knows that they tend to put themselves on the back-burner for David when it comes to all of these Big Events they've experienced :((
They feel Tired after everything :(( me too Angel. David letting them know it's okay to feel it Together, and it's okay to have limits. He'll never ask them to put their own feelings aside. He wants them BOTH to be open and honest with everything they're feeling and experiencing--so they can carry each other's burdens and be a team :((( Weeping into a pillow forever about these two.
Asher's been trying to get David into Star Trek, so it's Angel's turn to try and get him into it :') Shaw Pack what if i just laid on a country road about it.
Give these two a Break !! Even when they go on vacations they're still in charge and constantly planning things !! Give them a REAL break !!!
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redacted spoilers#moon's thoughts#redacted david#I love David Shaw. I love this man.#Not even an hour later and i'm back to Long Posts. It has to be this way.#Redacted Characters experience something Normal challenge (Impossible)
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Would you mind to elaborate on Swiss making someone call him Mommy?
~ @owlishanon
I'd love to :3!!!
Swiss has been called a lot of things, he's usually fine with just about anything and everything. But I think being called mommy hits him different. It goes straight to his head (the one on his shoulders, thank you very much.) Like a little bit of an ego stroke. Sure, being called daddy makes his dick throb, but there's just something about mommy...Like I said, hits different.
The way it spills off his partner's lips is far more satisfying; always softer, needier, more tearful.
Dew uses it when he's feeling bratty, dripping with an attitude Swiss is so quick to break. Bent over Swiss' knee with his pants tugged down his thighs, a firm hand on the back of his neck to hold him in place, and a harsher one striking him across the ass. He'll spank him until Dew forgets every word in his vocabulary except for mommy and please.
Cirrus will mumble it when there's a particular side of Swiss she needs, but can't figure out how to ask for. A little more soft in his actions, a lot more stern in his words. She's always embarrassed to say it but grateful for what it gets her when his knee is slotted between her legs, face buried in his shoulder, whispering it like a mantra as she ruts her bare pussy against rough denim.
Rain takes some coaxing. He tries not to, but knows Swiss won't give him what he wants until he asks properly. Only when his fingers are buried in his cunt, edged past coherency, is when Rain will cry it for him. His reservations crumble, and his desperate sobs of "mommy I need to cum" are music to his ears.
Aurora is mommy's princess. She'll wear her pretty dresses that barely fall to an appropriate length and plop herself in his lap at any given opportunity. He'd call her his good girl if she wasn't such a tease, if she didn't constantly grind herself against the bulge in his pants while they're sat on the couch with the others around. Aurora loves to whisper it real close to his ear to work him up and practically scream it into her pillow when he fucks her.
Aether will never admit to liking it. Even when he asks Swiss to please wear his pretty red bottomed heels that click perfectly against the tile floors and the corset that seems to push his tits together to give him the perfect amount of cleavage, that curly dark hair peeking just above the bustline drives him mad and Swiss knows it. He'll kneel at his feet and let Swiss press one of those fancy heels against his aching cock and thank mommy for hurting him.
Cumulus is a little bratty about it, not like Dew is. She'll act like she's too good to say it, and if she does, it's sarcastic. He plays into how sensitive she is. He'll tie her hands to the headboard and hold her favorite vibrator to her clit for as long as it takes. The longest she's gone is two and a half hours. She likes to be broken into being good. Needs him to remind her how to behave for mommy.
Mountain sits and takes whatever Swiss feels like giving. If Swiss wants Mounty to be his good boy? Happily. And if Swiss wants him to be a good girl? Without question. He's eager and sweet as pie. Lets Swiss dress him up, dress him down, test out the odd new toys he's managed to get his hands on, anything. Mountain doesn't love when Swiss feels particularly cruel, he falls too deep into subspace like this to handle the degradation. So Swiss is nothing but praise, even when he's slapping his sweet boy across the face. Mountain giggles like a ditz and takes it. Just as long as Swiss is kind.
And Phantom? Oh, Phantom is so shy about it. His face turns so red when Swiss first pulls him into his lap and kisses him slow and deep, he just about glows with embarrassment when Swiss asks him if he "wants mommy to make him feel good". He's pliant, and nearly as eager as Mountain for a drop of praise. He's nervous to lean into it, not stubborn about it like Rain. But once Swiss coaxes that first warbled little mommy out of him, he can't make himself stop. Phantom babbles it hopelessly, helplessly, stupidly, not even sure if he's begging for anything in particular.
I'm sure Swiss has said it to himself too. Sat at the edge of his bed with his mirror brought close enough to watch himself as he works a toy much too thick into himself. It just tumbles off his lips...'that's it baby, give mommy your cock' as it eases in. 'like how tight mommy is, don't you?' as he starts to fuck himself. 'gonna make mommy cum, harder harder harder-' as he bucks up into his fist, panting, ready to spill over onto his knuckles.
I just...Think Swiss really likes getting to be called mommy, okay.
#once again i think i blacked out writing this post#void rambles#spicy tag#owlish anon#answered#swiss ghoul#multi ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#ghost the badn
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what are your thoughts on poly!screaming meals and pegging? They just seem like they would be super into it…
Oh god yeah absolutely. I adore poly!screaming meals so much!!
So firstly, I think pegging is something that was kinda a no brainer the moment the relationship starts? You four sit down and talk about your feelings for each other, about how you all love each other and all want to be together. Once all of that has been established and once it's clear that everyone is loved and wanted, there's a few seconds of silence followed by James looking at you and going "So who are you pegging first?"
All three of them are verses, and all three very much enjoy bottoming, but all three of them are also subs. This causes some issues, because as much as they're all more than happy to top each other, they can't dom each other.
And all three of them have this desperate desire to be railed into oblivion, to be drifting in subspace and fucked so hard and then wrapped up and cared for afterwards, which is something none of them can provide because again, they're all subs.
So when they all fell for you AND you were a dom? Yeah they wanted to be pegged. Now. Like right now, like last week.
It actually takes a minute to work out who gets pegged first, because you know that you can't just choose, choosing one of them like that will make the other two feel inadequate. As much as they try to use humour to seem like very confident, stable people, you know your boys are all insecure and yearning for approval and praise on the inside so picking one over the other two would ruin them.
So you couldnt do that.
And explaining to them why you couldnt do that puts the pegging on whole because clem bursts into tears at the realisation that they finally have a good dom who loves them and is taking care of all of them. So the pegging gets derailed for the day and instead there is a cuddling clem session.
The next day, you make them play Rock Paper Scissors. Marcus wins, therefore Marcus gets to be pegged first. The scene is you pegging Marcus while clem sits of James's dick and they watch. Once Marcus is all fucked out, he gets to eat you out while you watch clem riding James. It's great.
The next day, clem and James play Rock Paper Scissors and clem wins, so he gets pegged next while James and Marcus take turns sucking each other off (Marcus LOVES to have his mouth full).
When it's finally James's turn, you make clem and Marcus just support him and ignore their own needs, because you know having to watch his boyfriends get pegged first has taken a toll on James. So that scene is just everyone loving on James until he's sobbing into the mattress and coming so hard he might have blacked out for a moment.
And after that... yeah all four are absolute sluts for pegging. They LOVE it. In their own ways of course.
James loves a good vanilla pegging. When it's just you and him alone, he loves some slow vanilla sex involving you two taking turns fucking each other and multiple pictures taken for your two horny boyfriends.
Marcus just loves being filled, he wants a plug after he's fucked, he wants everyone's cum, he wants a cock to suckle on. He's just so greedy to be stuffed full and pegging is now different. He'll whine and cry and wriggle around on your dildo, so so happy to be nice and full and not even wanting to ride your strap properly because that would mean letting the dildo out of him for a moment.
And clem.. well clem is a simple man. He wants to fucked into the mattress until he can't remember his own name (he also has a habit of moaning all of his partner's names irrelevant of who is actually with him at the time, so there's that).
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Master shake x fem!reader
chapter one ; dumped
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A nasty glare rests on your face as you take a look around. Standing in the driveway of your ex boyfriends town house, seething, you let out an agitated sigh.
Large bags, and purses are thrown on the ground of the yard, filled with familiar items. Your bags and purses. Your things. He packed them up for you, and threw them all out.
You hate that fucking douchebag.
You should have learned from the past about dating drunk assholes. Guess it runs in the family.
Grabbing your things, you begin to pack them into your car, you hoping in shortly after.
Before getting in, though, you noticed that the door has a key scratch on it. It trails from each end.
Anger bubbles up in your veins, and you want to scream it all out. "You fucking jagoff!" You yell, slamming hands to the wheel. You can feel the way your heartbeat increases, face flushed.
A soft feeling of sadness pins to the middle of your ribcage.
Where were all the nice guys? Was it impossible to find one, in this shit town? Maybe you'd never know.
An exhausted sigh leaves your lips, face rests on the steering wheel, arms cradling your head.
As tears brim your eyes, you snivel your nose and try to hold back the sobs from letting out against the steering wheel.
You needed somewhere to go- - and going back home to your parents wasn't an option anymore. Even if it was, they'd probably sit there and laugh at you for dating someone they all warned you about.
A couple thoughts roam through your foggy mind, pulling out your phone to scroll through the short handed contact list. Your thumb stops scrolling on a name, and you make a crooked frown.
Shake might answer . .
It's been a long time since you've talked to him, it feels. Hopefully he isn't pissed off about it if you start calling him.
After a few minuets of hesitation, you dial his number, waiting for him to pick up.
The ringing stops, and you furrow your brows.
"What's up, bitch? How's it hangin'? I thought maybe you forgot I existed or whatever. But you wouldn't do that- -"
A soft smile let's up at his funny choice of words, but your tears remind you that you can't speak properly yet. Clearing the hoarseness of your throat, you answer him. "Shake, I-I um," you hesitate, glancing down to your nails. "Can I come over?"
"I don't see why not. I practically run this shit now," he chuckles. "Wait, are you crying?"
You sniffle, leaning back into the car's seat. "I got kicked out." Your hand covers most of your face, blocking out the shame of the house in front of you.
"What!? I told you that asshole couldn't be that great." He yells into the speaker. "I knew something like this would happen. Nobody wears that much cologne."
"Shake," you urge softly into the phone, a contrast of his yelling. Of course you wanted to yell, fight, and punch anyone in your general direction- - But you can't. You needed to try and stay calm before you both end up in jail.
"Can you tell Frylock I'm coming over?" You ask him.
"Yeah . . I guess. I'll see you in a few, don't even worry about it." He says, then hangs up.
So maybe Shake wasn't the best person to be around after a break up— or, really, in any situation- - but regardless, he was still one of your best friends since, well, a long time.
The day you two met, it was like it was almost too good to be true. You could tolerate his weirdness, and narcissistic vibe, and he could (sort of) handle you being a hard working woman.
You head over in their direction, feeling the anger bubbling up inside, even more so. Your hands grip the wheel tighter.
After making it to the familiar driveway, you turn off the car, and sit for a moment, collecting your thoughts. What were you going to say? It was more than obvious you'd been crying, but you promised yourself that you'd keep it together once you get inside.
A few yells break your thoughts apart, and you turn to look at the man standing one yard over, hands on his hips.
Carl. You lower your lids, and pout out a lip, unamused.
Wonderful. He totally saw you crying. Hopefully he didn't care enough to ask about it.
Your sleeve acts as a tissue, and you wipe any access tears from your eyes or nose. Sniveling, you put yourself together before making the move to step out of the car.
"Hey, baby!" Carl strains his voice. Ignoring his waves, you sigh heavily.
"Fuck off, Carl. I'm not in the mood." You push on to the front door of the house, sinking into the fabrics of your sweater with an irritation flooding your veins.
"What's got your panties in a twist, sweetheart?" He asks, though his expression made it clear enough to see he was anything but interested. You frown, shrugging a little in your jacket. "My boyfriend and I just broke up."
His eyes widen, smile dropping. "You're on the market now?!"
You draw back, brows furrowing.
"Oh, I mean, uh. I'm sorry to hear that, you know?" It was a gesture of a save, but you only rolled your eyes in reply to it. With a hand, you wave him off and head for Frylock's house.
"Sorry!" He yelled after you. "I hope it all works out for ya!" You hear Carl call from his lawn.
It's been a while since you've seen Carl. And with every interaction you two have had together, he was anything but reserved. He was more desperate and lonely than anyone you've met, besides Shake, of course. Carl was nice to you, but again, you two had your moments.
Knocking on the door, you turn the handle and allow yourself into the house. Your body slowly shuts the door behind, taking a look around the room. "Frylock? Shake?" You call out curiously. Just as you were about to call again, you hear what sounds like an argument taking place in another room. You follow it down to Frylock's room, and raise a brow.
"Give it!" Shake glares down at Meatwad, desperately reaching for the phone from the little boys hands.
"No way, son. I found it fair and square." The brunette frowns up at Shake, holding the phone far away from the blondes reaching grasp.
"Meatwad, just let the fool hold it. You know he's going to keep bugging you until you do." Frylock rolls his eyes, arms crossed over his chest with annoyance.
"Nah way, man." Meatwad glares.
Frylock does a double take at your figure standing in the door, and you watch as his eyes widen.
Shake turns, looking to you as well. His face drops, instantly forgetting about his little feud with Meatwad. "(Y/N)!" Shake yells, running over to you.
Without thinking twice, you pull him into a tight hug, arms wrapped around his neck. He grins, body going weak at the feel of you in his hands. "Are you okay?" The words that leave his mouth weren't something you, or anyone else would normally hear. Insults, and disgusting dirty minded words are all that ever leave Shake's mouth.
He must actually be worried.
"Yeah, I'll be okay." You nod into his shoulder. Your eyes flash over to Frylock who stands behind the scene, watching curiously.
"So the guy kicked you out?" Frylock asks.
Hesitantly, you nod, picking at the sleeves of the sweatshirt you wore. "Yeah. Jerkoff that he is." You huff at the floor. "My family's gonna laugh at me if they find out. I can't go back home for a while."
Your eyes find their way back up to him, in hopes he'd give an answer you'd like to hear.
"You can stay here as long as you need. I know you're good for it. You can pay rent, or help out around the house." He responds, offering a smile.
It wasn't a bad option - - you have nowhere else to go, anyway. So, this was the choice.
You return his smile. "I really appreciate it."
Shake grins, forming fists with excitement.
"I gotta go rub this in Carl's face, I'll be right back!" The dirty blonde exclaims, running for the front door.
You both roll our eyes at Shake and his childish reactions.
"Make yourself at home." Frylock nudges you softly.
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hi !! could i request sfw/nsfw hcs for norton, naib and mike with a g/n tsundere reader? 👉👈
I Know You Care Norton, Naib, and Mike with a GN Tsundere! S/O
Genre: Fluff, NSFW
𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋
𝐒𝐅𝐖
he thought you hated him at first but as soon as someone even tried vying to get his attention you'd steal him away from them
you started being nice to him but most of the time you'd still act mean and cold
you confessed during a match, norton was ballooned and you saved him before he'd get sent back, the hunter hit him again and you desperately tried saving him.
Before the prospector got sent back he screamed a question at you, still struggling to get out of Geisha's balloon. "Why are you trying so hard to save me?!", the hunter, Geisha, facepalmed at this. "I LIKE YOU YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!" you reply, running away from Violetta who was laughing her ass off. Vera laughs from within the large carnival tent, "They finally confessed, been waiting for a while for that" she giggles, remembering how she tried to make you jealous by trying to flirt with Norton.
norton was shocked, he didn't know someone could actually fall for him of all people
he gradually fell for you the more time you guys spent together
you had your first date in the manor's garden at night
he had to admit that your cooking was absolutely amazing—but when he did say that while you were cooking in the kitchen, he got a cute reaction out of you
"Of c, course my cooking is good, you'll never be able to find someone else that can cook better than me s, so" (Name) stumbles on their words, face getting redder with each passing moment. They turn, dashing out of the kitchen and leaving Norton with their dish. Norton smiles, chuckling before finishing the rest of the food.
he likes to compare you to an angry cat
some of the survivors call you the moody cat and the cat owner as a joke
"Norton! get your moody cat, they're gonna throw a fit if they don't see you!" Vera teases her friend, wagging a ball of yarn they got from Miss Nightingale in front of them. "J, Just DECODE ALREADY!" they scream at her, groaning when they realise they attracted the hunter to them.
he gives you headpats to calm you down—very very effective :)
he loves carrying you around in his arms, he rescues you like that too
he gets a heavy scolding when he gets hurt during matches he actually looks forward to them
he's unfamiliar with the feeling of someone treating him like he's glass but he loves it because it's you
he was elated to find out that he was your first everything, he wants to be your last
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
he doesn't exactly have a lot of experience but boy does he learn quickly
he's very gentle with you so unless you misbehave he won't be rough
he loves overstimulating his little brat :)
you're usually so rude but in bed it all just falls to pieces
he loves it when you beg for him
he teases you in matches, it's always so fun to see you crumble before his very eyes
he only ever wants to make you cry in bed
he loves shutting you up by making you suck on his fingers or his dick
you guys fuck like bunnies because you can't go a few days without being filled up by him
"Since you're always so damn mouthy, why don't you suck on my fingers instead" he crooned, massaging (Name)"s tongue as he continued to grind his hips into them. Muffled sobs left their mouth, eyes hazy and teary as they lay under Norton, body covered in hickeys and bite marks.
𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐁 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐑
𝐒𝐅𝐖
this fucker could see right through you
you act so damn mean but guess what, he can see your ears turning red whenever he's near you
"What's up with that rescue? even Memory can do a better job than you!" (Name) hollered, heat crawling up their neck and ears as the mercenary approached them. Naib arched an eyebrow at them, rolling his eyes, "Maybe you should try learning how to kite the Clerk properly instead of yapping at me like a dog" he retorted, flicking their bright red ear.
he wanted to wait for you to confess but he ended up falling for you while waiting
how could someone be so damned cute and annoying at the same time?!
he sees you as a brat, he calls you brat too—well, he managed to call you brat on accident at first, he started calling you it because he liked your reactions
he confessed during a match, he pinned you to a wall when you passed by him.
"Naib, we have to decode you dumbass" they hiss out, attempting to push the mercenary away despite enjoying being so close to him. Naib tightened his grip on (Name)'s shoulder when they tried to push him off, leaning so their faces were inches apart. "Since it's taking you so damn long to fess up, I'll go first," he growled, "I have feelings for you brat, see? wasn't so hard now was it?" he snarled, eyes staring into theirs.
invites you to train with him just so you can spend more time with him
he loves giving you brief touches on your neck because you always shiver at the slightest touch that lands on your neck or your waist
he slaps your ass when he rescues you
he lets the hunters hit him sometimes just because he wants you to worry over him after the match
(Name) glares down a the mercenary as they wrap bandages around his torso. Naib swallows when their hands graze his abdomen, looking up and staring directly at their face. He smiles lopsidedly, noting how their cheeks flushed at the sight of his nude and wounded upper body.
secretly enjoys getting scolded by you whenever you tell him he's too reckless
between you and him, he thinks he can cook better but you always argue back with him about how you are the better cook
he lets you act like you're the better cook since he adores that stupid smile on your face
some of the new survivors thought you both were a married couple, naib never corrected them since you were both going to get married eventually
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
you are never topping this man
brat tamer, do i need to say more?
he often wonders if you do the things you do because you love getting punished by him
he likes spanking you—with consent, he doesn't actually like hurting you
overstim and edging are his favourite punishments
not experienced, you're actually his very first relationship, doesn't mean he won't learn quickly though
he actually will fuck you in matches if you test him enough
he once bent you over a window and railed you right then and there because you kept teasing him
he has way too much stamina
Naib bit down on the inside of your thigh, fingers still pumping in and out of them as they orgasmed for the umpteenth time. The mercenary smirked, standing up and sucking on his fingers. He groaned at your taste, lust swirling in his blue eyes as he stared down at your trembling figure.
𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍
𝐒𝐅𝐖
thought you were an asshole but then he realised that you just had a hard time expressing what you really felt
amused to see you try to hide your concern behind a mean front
you were often mean to him and yet you were a very good friend, fucker actually fell in love with you without realising
Mike leaned against the crate, smiling at the sight of you chasing Axe Boy around in a game of tag. 'They'd be a good parent to our kids, wait, our?!?' Mike smile faltered when he realised, he had fallen for his bestfriend.
he's unaffected by how cold and mean you can come off as
you can't lie to him, he just sees through every single thing—it's as if he has a lie detector in his head
he's taught you how to make bombs before
"You add gunpowder and then voilà! we've got a nitro bomb!" he chimed, shaking the ball in front of their starry eyes. "Teach me more!" they uncharacteristically exclaim, eager to learn more from Mike.
you often leave his favourite dishes and treats in front of his door, he always knows it's from you since you're the only one aside from murro who knows what he likes
Mike smiles at the sight of a bag of cookies in front of his door. He shakes his head, "How cute" he says to no one in particular, picking up the bag and closing the door.
he gets scolded by you a lot. it's like the man has a damned death wish
he likes dragging you around to wherever he can be alone with you
he confessed when he asked you to meet him in the garden late at night to watch the stars
he performs tricks in front of you just to see you smile and giggle
he often collects small trinkets just to give them to you
he's short but he's ballsy as hell, he'll even go as far as to mess around with the hunters just to see your reaction
𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖
he loves the fact that he's the only one that sees you in such a state, crying and begging him for more
mike loves ruining you, making sure you can barely say anything at the very end of each session
he's way too fast, rarely goes slow
he loves making you sit on his face, he enjoys staring at your face while he makes a mess out of you
he doesn't like edging you but he does love overstimming the living crap out of you
Mike hummed into their sex, enjoying how they shivered and cried out due to the overstimulation. He parts from their dripping heat, bending them over the finished cipher machine and lining himself up to their entrance. "'m gonna go in now 'kay? we're on the last cipher so we gotta be quick" he whispers, plunging his cock into them.
you're gonna have to beg him to stop if you want him to stop forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you
he'll fuck you in public if he can, he wants everyone to know that you're his
he loves filling you to the brim with his cum
#lawless.writes#idv.writing#idv x reader#identity v#idv scenarios#gn reader#identity v x reader#identityv#idv mercenary#victor grantz#norton campbell#idv naib x reader#idv norton x reader#idv mike x reader#idv mike morton#idv victor x reader
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Breg with a partner who just can't fit his dick in. No way at all.
Will Breg go into a desperately frustrated state, fuck his thighs and hide in a corner to cry, or will he risk hurting his s/o and squeeze it in despite the screaming and blood? (which is unlikely, but still, who knows)
What will Breg do in trying to deal with this situation?
[Oh this poor monster...]
(Minors dni)
This poor fucker.
You've tried, you've done every trick there is in the fucking book. Extensive foreplay, enough lube that you can probably slip off the bed entirely, using toys to gradually attempt to stretch yourself further... All in vain.
Breg can eat you out for hours, he's never able to shove his fat tongue in too much without getting yelps of pain from you, no matter how much he hammers down on your sweetspots to get you to relax around him, to finally be able to slide just a little more in. No dice, your insides reject it.
He knew this could be a possibility. Breeders are already bigger than the average human, Breg is abnormally large for his kind as well, chances are that any mate he finds would probably have trouble getting him in, or even be entirely unable to, as is your case. This saddens him, it really does. For once in his life, the breeder loathes his own assets, which have always been the very reason he was kept alive and the source of some of his personal pride even outside captivity.
Sure, it's nice to have big cocks, but if he was just a tiny bit smaller, leaner, scrawnier- He'd be able to pop inside you and finally, finally fuck his sweet little human properly.
Your attempts do a lot to soothe this insecurity of his, because even if you seemingly can't fit him, you still appear to be thrilled by Breg's size- Which is quite funny to him. He mostly sits back during these instances, content to lie down, be handled like a toy as you try desperately to get him in somehow. It never works, but Breg loves watching you get frustrated in your own arousal, often just resorting to grinding against him or begging him to finger you- Put something inside of you! The view is so arousing that the breeder can almost forget about not being able to penetrate you at all.
Of course, as you guessed, there are times where Breg's arousal won't leave him the fuck alone and his cum-brain can't seem to rest until he at least attempts to poke himself in. It's an almost reflexive effort, he doesn't truly mean to hurt you and deep down the male knows he'll achieve nothing with it, but it's still there and he still feels the need to do it. That being said, the breeder can and will fuck your thighs viciously, in whatever position he wants, and probably tail-fuck you a little, just with the tip. During heat, he absolutely cries about it, he'll sob with the frustration of not being able to fuck you properly, but he's also not able to let you go- So he just fucks your thighs so hard you'll both probably chafe.
I don't think Breg would ever force himself in and hurt you gravely like that, never. He's too sweet and he loves you too much to force penetration. What might happen however, is that you'll get torn open if you provoke him during his rut. So I advise you to be on your best behavior then.
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I think I may have asked jay this question too (ages ago) but I honestly can't remember. Hope you don't mind me asking you too, gee. Anyways: in that scene in the dubbed ova where Levi has just killed the abnormal that killed Isabel and Furlan, do you think Levi is actually crying, or is it just the rain dribbling down his eyes? On a separate note, do you think poor baby even got a chance to properly process or grieve over Isabel and Furlan, in private?
fjejfjtjw maybe i can’t remember either🥲
but i think that scene was the second hardest he's ever cried in his life (first being when he realized kuchel was dead…). these are his only two friends, his found family actually, isabel being the one he knew since she was just a kid. he rescued her even. thought of him like a brother, and maybe levi even thought of her as his little sister. i MEAN they survived in darkness together. levi of all people listened to and trusted furlan’s plans / opinions. arguably they were even closer than friends.
they get everything they wanted. they got out of that dark hell, with one single mission to get everything they could ever want - a life in the interior, more money than they know what to do with, etc. levi felt responsible for only their lives, and so he would've fought tooth and nail not to lose them. he'd probably give his own life!! he was so scared of losing them that he explicitly told them to come up with an excuse not to go on the expedition at all?? not only is that a huge task, but the job was assigned to all three of them. and levi wants to do it alone?
for only a couple minutes he's away from them to go chase after erwin and the documents, and they fucking die in the most traumatic gorey agonizing of ways RIGHT IN SIGHT OF HIM. close enough to hear isabel start to say his name before she's eaten, but too far away to do a damn thing about it. almost the same in furlan’s case, EXCEPT LEVI BELIEVED THAT HE COULD POSSIBLY BE SAVED when he cut open the titan and pulled furlan out. but one small issue: it was only his upper half. I MEAN GOD😭.
the ova didn't include any of that, but the manga didn't include levi's inconsolable breakdown right afterwards. part of it was definitely the rain, but he was definitely also sobbing/keening/screaming/crying.
whether he GETS to grieve is the wrong question. does he let himself?? has he ever let himself?? this man has never processed anything that happened before in his life :'(
#just like after the female kills his squad and after they catch her levi is#describing in great detail how they'll torture her and doing the#bare minimum to physically hurt her bc he cant go out of line#grief is the exact same except 6 yrs later levi has no more tears left in him#levi.thoughts#aot hcs#levi ackerman hcs#snk headcanons
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