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xythlia · 6 months

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𓏲 ࣪₊➷ CAN I GET A KISS, CAN YOU MAKE IT LAST FOREVER?

› thinking about being the cute younger teacher & how much of a determined freak satoru would become learning ur a virgin idk he's ruining the idea of any other man for u babe

› satoru x f!reader

› word count : 2.5k+

warnings : loss of virginity, porn with a dash of plot if u squint, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, fingering, biting/hickies, alcohol consumption, praise, use of pretty girl/baby, not edited I needed to get this out of me like a possession victim getting an exorcism

You decided Satoru Gojo was a pervert.

It was made all the more embarrassing by the fact that you were a virgin, wholly inexperienced and totally at the mercy of his unending teasing. The little jabs he'd manage to work into conversation, or that he'd say in passing with that particularly cheery tone. It always made your chest burn hot with a strange mixture of desire and discomfort.

You should've never said yes to going out with the other instructors for a drink that night. Should've said something, anything when Ieiri burst out with "holy shit, you are a virgin aren't you?" but instead you'd drunkenly shied away, eyes wobbly and looking anywhere but at your fellow teachers.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

The days that followed made you think surely you should schedule a check up, Saturo without a doubt had a negative impact on the levels of cortisol in your brain but at the same time when you'd wearily collapse in bed at night he was still on your mind. Those whispered, teasing jokes about your lack of experience stuck on loop in your brain paired with thoughts of how experienced he must be in contrast.

Would he work your body over in ways that would make you sob into your pillow? The loose image of it alone was enough to leave you with a sore clit as your eyes drifted closed, your fingers still slick as his voice curled around your brain to drag you off into dreams so depraved they made you sweat getting dressed in the morning, feeling embarrassed about having to look him in the face during the day.

A part of you wished, again, that you'd have said no to getting another drink with him. Shouldn't have giggled like a school girl at the suggestion of coming back home with him, shouldn't have so brazenly straddled his lap while the faint aftertaste of gin clung to your lips as his tongue mapped your own in a sloppy, burning kiss.

The way his body was still so completely relaxed beneath your tense one intimidated you. You felt embarrassed at the idea of how awkward and jerky your movements must be, sure you'd kiss before but never with someone who so clearly wanted to devour you whole. It was comforting though that his hands didn't stray from your waist, as if he was acutely aware of your anxiety. Although the way his lithe fingers drew circles against your skin, slipped beneath your shirt, and dug into your flesh still made your hands shake against his chest.

"Sa-" you started to say his name but the breath was snatched from your lungs in another heated kiss, the way he overrode each of your senses.

Sliding his tongue past your lips again, somehow in the same lighthearted way he'd teased you. When his hands drifted down, out from your shirt, under your skirt to trace the hem of your panties against your ass you froze.

Without you needing to say anything he pulled back, and a fresh tidal wave of anxiety beat against your mind. You know he's hard, can feel it pressing against you through your clothes. He was the first man to hold you, touch you, make you feel like you'd swallowed hot embers that now seared low in your tummy.

You suddenly felt burdensome, ridiculous for instigating something you weren't sure you could finish. Guilt also mingled in your head, it was hardly fair to go through all this set up just to back out at the last second. Would he be upset with you?

You caught your bottom lip in your teeth, eyes searching his catastrophic blue ones for signs of upset. But none existed there, only meeting your gaze plainly and with an air of calm, like he knew this was going to happen.

Shyly you averted your eyes, holding contact with him for too long made your liquor buzzed brain feel like static shocks were rolling over it. Your breathing hitched as you whispered in the half dark.

"You... you can touch me."

The silence was deafening, making your palms grow damp.

You caught his blue eyes widening in faux shock, a lazy grin dancing across his lips. "Really? Can I touch you there?"

Your ears burned in humiliation as you pouted at him. "Don't say it like that!"

Your indignation was cut off into a small yelp as he manhandled you into sitting with your back pressed against his chest. Your head spun as he wiggled your panties down, inch by inch, fingers leaving scorched trails on your thighs. His arm came to rest against your tummy, one hand still at your thigh as he spread your legs with his.

His breath fanning against the back of your neck made gooseflesh rise across your arms.

"W-wait," you stammered.

He hummed over your shoulder, his voice dripping with arousal. "What now, hm?"

It would make you more nervous if you couldn't hear the smile in his voice.

"Wanna take care of you," you say leaning your head back so you could see more of his face. Satorus eyes were full of amusement.

"Do you know how to, pretty girl?" His hand caressed the underside of your jaw, thumb swiping across your lips.

"Sorta," you mumbled, chest feeling fuzzy at the thought, vaguely recalling porn you'd watched forever ago.

"Sorta?" He snickered. "What happens if you choke huh?"

Your mind went as fuzzy as your chest, something told you hes hardly the type to exaggerate his size. That and you could feel his erection pressing into your back.

"Pinky promise I won't choke," you whisper, making yourself breathless already imagining what he'd look like in your hands.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," he spoke against the shell of your ear sending shivers down your spine. "There's plenty of time."

His words were punctuated by feather light swipes of his index against your inner thigh, making you jump in his hold. Your breathing sped up, eyes fluttering closed and you gasped as his fingertips ghosted through your slick arousal, spreading your folds before concentrating on your clit.

It felt like a live wire pressed against you, tearing a sharp gasp from your lungs as you fought the urge to snap your legs closed. Meek whimpers rose in your throat as he barely circled around your clit, pressing soft kisses to your temple as your back arched ever so slightly away from his chest.

"Feels good?" He hummed against your skin.

You couldn't articulate words to answer with because at the same time he slipped his index inside you, so slowly you could feel his knuckles sliding past the ring of muscle as your body eagerly accepted the intrusion.

If you had the wherewithal you might have been embarrassed at how badly your legs shook with just that little taste, but thanks to his ministrations there was no room inside your head for anything except how good he made you feel. Gingerly he started stroking against your slick walls, clearly enjoying the way you squirmed on his lap and inadvertently pressed your ass down firmly against his painfully hard erection.

A breathy laugh came from above your head as he slid in the second finger, your hazy eyes seeing hungry amusement dancing in his own. Your lips parted, one hand coming to clutch his forearm in a tight grip but he never slowed the scissoring of his fingers inside you.

"Can't use your words?," he teased.

"Want more," you gasped out as your hips began rolling in fits and starts, awkwardly trying to chase more stimulation from him.

"Lemme take care of you, yeah?" He said as he pulled his fingers away. The absence of him made you whine again in response, but you didn't have time to pout as he helped you ease onto your back, his deft hands helping to strip you and toss your clothes somewhere across the room.

The only thing left on you was the pencil skirt you'd worn out, now bunched up around your abdomen as you laid in the dark, eyes taking him in as he pulled off his shirt, the blindfold also yanked from his neck and lost to the carnivorous floor.

This time it was you playing the role of pervert, eyes wide and drinking in the sight of him from chest to abs to the waist of his pants barely showing the top of his hips. Leaning back he undid the fabric confines with quick movements, letting his cock spring free to lightly slap against his abdomen. Your throat suddenly felt parched taking in his pretty, flushed tip as his hand gave a few quick pumps but his lilting voice snapped you out of your trance.

"That face your making's pretty lewd," you knew he was teasing again, seeing his teeth flash in the half dark as he came down to brace his arms on either side of your head. "It's actually really damn hot."

Your toes curled from the embarrassment at being caught ogling him so nakedly but who could blame you? You could tell from his grin he knew he was attractive, enjoyed making you drool over him.

You let out an content sigh while tilting your head back against the pillows as you felt his cock start to grind against you. The feeling of his weight on you was intoxicating on its own but you were itching for him, impatient to feel him inside you, eager to know exactly how he felt.

His fingers reached down again to spread your folds, middle finger swirling around in your slick. "You're already such a mess." He almost held a tone of awe.

He kissed his way from your cheek to your lips, grinning into the kiss as you spread your legs wider in restless anticipation. Using one hand he dragged your arms to lace behind his neck, resituating himself as he felt your fingers dig into his back already.

"Hold on to me." He could've told you to dive head first into the Pacific and you would've without thought. Satoru pressed another soft kiss to your forehead, a reassurance as you felt the first stitches of pain as the head of his cock nudged its way past your entrance. Your head tipped back, pressing against the pillow as your mouth dropped open.

Your cunt instantly clamped down on him, earning a few pants as he pressed his face against the side of your neck.

"You gotta relax, baby," he whispered raggedly against your ear.

You whimpered. "Can't-"

"You okay? Need you to look at me." He cooed, nudging his nose against yours until you opened your eyes already swimming with tears.

"S'okay, you know I got you, right?"

You nodded, feeling every bit like a crybaby as you clung to his shoulders. You cried out again as he pressed deeper, feeling your rigid walls relax into a smooth, throbbing pulse around him as he slowly bottomed out inside you. Your chest felt heavy, mind somewhere beyond empty as you reveled in just how full he made you feel, your nerves alight feeling him nudging against your cervix.

The pain ebbed with your every exhale, your pussy easing up on its stranglehold letting him know he could move.

"Knew you were a good girl," his light praises made your nails scratch against his warm skin. "Gonna take it all, right?"

His lips devoured yours before you could respond, nipping at your bottom lip before marking a sloppy trail down the column on your throat.

"Wanna hear you make those pretty noises again, can you do that for me?" He spoke between each hot press of his lips against your skin. It felt like you were on fire, doused in sweat and helpless against the feeling of him rocking against your hips.

Little did you know it would be ingrained in his head forever, the feeling of you clenched around him and practically dripping down his twitching balls.

Your hand slid up to tangle in his hair as he found a rhythm, slow deep thrusts that tore moans from deep down in your diaphragm. The smack of his hips against yours made you feel like you were melting apart in a sticky puddle, like hardened sugar powerless to warm water.

The sound of skin smacking felt dreamlike and far away as your eyes screwed shut, fingers tugging at his snowy locks.

Stickiness spreads, hot and thick, throughout your body turning your mind into a sluggish mess and you swore you could feel your heartbeat through your entire body, thrumming in time with every one of Satorus thrusts.

"Fuck," he groaned, "You really know how to get me going." He was unabashedly thrilled to be the one to reduce you to a teary moaning mess, the very first to ever witness it. Equally exciting was the thought that he was the one getting to mold you to his cock, claim you and make sure nobody else could ever make you feel as good.

Your voice was cracking, wobbly on the verge of wailing and you dragged him down to you, frantic lips on any patch of skin you could reach before sinking your teeth into his shoulder after a particularly brutal thrust had him hitting you just right, enough to make stars dance behind your eyelids.

As your pussy clamped down again one of his hands slid down to roughly circle your aching clit, making you squeal and release his shoulder. Rough groans rose from his lips, tongue lapping at the now blooming red splotches on your neck from his previous nips to the skin.

"Gonna make sure I'm the only one who can take care of you."

His words barely reached your ears as you sobbed feeling something like pressure pop deep inside your tummy, wailing his name like a prayer all the whole his fingers never left your clit and his hips never slowed, fucking you through your orgasm.

"Hold on baby, I gotta pull out-"

"No," you hiccuped, delirium curling through the word and making his head drop, teeth gritting feeling your slick heat sucking him back in and your legs locked around his hips.

Your distant, glassy eyes and sweat sheened skin made the case for you, he wasn't going to deny you, the pretty little thing blubbering for him so sweetly against the mattress. But his right mind won out, pulling out at the last second to give himself a few harsh pumps before spilling hot and thick across your belly.

Your unfocused eyes watched him stroke himself dry, feeling the slick mess between your thighs and the little pin pricks of soreness along your throat. It took some time to feel like you'd regained any control of your body, bones feeling more like jello as Satoru toweled you off.

That amused grin stayed lodged on his face as he laid beside you, pulling you over so you were curled against his side.

You whined, small and cracked as your hand rested against his chest, the steady beat of his heart helping to ground you.

"What's the matter?" He mused, dragging his fingers up and down your back. "Can't do anything unless you tell me."

As you mumbled your request, eyes closed and avoiding his gaze, he broke out into a cocky laugh.

"There's always next time, don't worry your pretty little head."

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader smut

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furrysmp · 6 months

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decided to go sunbringer designs for once. I have so many words oh my god

so. uh,

I am so normal about sunbringer joel smallishbeans so normal I swear. he's planning to throw the o from his name at scott btw.

... he and scar are related but I'm not explaining further until the actual fic about it comes out because there's so much plot significance in the smallishbeans.

... grian. has a book. that he borrowed from the Library. it's very relevant I swear the concept of the library is a plot point.

Also grians eyes are technically green! With a bit of purple and just. a layer of Dark over them to make them less neon green. its not in his genetics to have neon eyes. unlike scar and I swear their eye colors are relevant but like in a weird queerplatonic scarian dl based bit in the grian chapter of the fic

Mumbo is a long cat and being held by me specifically those hands are how I draw my mc skin. I wanted to draw him as this meme since 2021 but he's very hard for me to draw so I took the one time I'll ever draw him and did this.

Jimmy is. a creature. that has bird features but also cod features bc again half of the plot of sunbringer is based on empires 1. Also the bird he's holding is singing. And joel is stealing the song bc he has music type magic.

Scott! Is the one guy I can talk about! Because he already appeared in the fic. He's part ender dragon and like. a child of stars? I have a lot of times I drew him before I think but idk how much of it I uploaded before so yeah. Please ask me about sunbringer scott smajor he's one of the only ones I can talk about and he has so much lore going for him he's so dear to me

impulse is. technically part ender dragon too? the specifics will be explained in his chapter of yhiwu (alongside. a lot of magic lore. like a lot. I have half that speech written already it's basically looking the empires fic in the eyes and going "fight me uwu")

And because impulse is aligned to shadows skizz gets to be some form of light dragon descendant? Like light isn't directly an element in the magic of this universe but it does have an equivalent in the element of Life, which connects to truth and love, whereas shadows and theatrics (and storytelling in general) is always aligned to whatever element is considered dark; in this magic system, being Void.

Tango is looking up at mumbo. thats all. I don't have a lot of notes because my tango is just a little guy.

(Etho is checking smth on his smartwatch and also doing his best to ignore bdubs rn bc bdubs is in his villain arc/hj)

... ngl the only note I have on the bdubs design is that it's accidentally inspired by my human design for the main character in the show I'm writing. Bracelets and sparkly eyes and a t-shirt and. Crimes.

also not much on the cleo design she was just fun to draw but the implications of her existence are spoilers and also not really visually indicative bc idk what a "zombie hybrid" would look like so she just looks. funky. her background is all stitched together btw I finally had a use for the dashed lines brush :D

martyn and ren are. BIG spoilers. But only to like chapter 5 of the current fic. I will say I highly enjoy their existence tho. Also my ren designs always have hawaiian patterned shirts its a personality trait he seems to possess. Also his glasses are like. a hologram? bc his ears are Dog so he cant have normal glasses w like. the things that go behind ur ears.

lizzie is. also very important. she gets the two animals thing like jimmy bc axolotl and cat were her empires animals. also her buns are heart shaped I saw some fanart of that and its really cute so I also have that. and she's also looking at the long mumbo! very confused.

bigb. scares me. like yeah secret life really be mans villain arc. I tried to reflect that by actually straight up mirroring his eyes and having him be. the only guy looking straight at u. he can see u. u can run but u cant hide. also he gets cookies. also also drawing facial hair is hard he's the only time I ever managed to make facial hair look. normal. ever. wont happen again.

gem is being adorable and also definitely a deer hybrid dont mind the magic or stuff its fine (her chapter is. third in the roster. I literally just need to finish the impulse chapter to convince myself that its ok to upload her immediately after ch2).

and pearl! who we know bc she gets first chapter of the fic and thats already out. her eyes are a bit like moons btw. also she's doing magic back at gem which is cute I think. idk.

also half of them have fancy hair shines. like joel having beans that get progressively smaller. or pearl having moons. :D

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asherashedwings · 10 days

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ARS GOETIA OCS (And Paimon redesign ig)

Long post ahead 💀

So like, after the release of the new Helluva Boss trailer, I got SUPER fixated on the Ars Goetia. So I wanted to try my hand at designing my own takes on members not yet shown in the series, as well as crafting some self indulgent lore about the group.

So, I imagine that there are 4 main Goetia families, with each of their houses being in one of the cardinal directions of the Pride Ring. 3 of the 4 families have both a king and a queen at the head, with the 4th only having a king (we’ll get to that).

The couples, and their directions go like this:

Belial (North)

Paimon and Balam (West)

Vine and Zagan (East)

Beleth and Purson (South)

These are just where the kings and queens live. Offspring often move out to other rings, so there’s Goetia influence all throughout Hell.

Each of the kings and queens are also fallen angels, having fallen with Lucifer after the battle in Heaven. For this reason, their crowns appear more halo-like, floating above their heads. Two of them don’t have this on their refs, but that’s just because I designed them before coming up with that idea.

Anyways, to the designs!

Belial

Belial is one of the most powerful members of the Ars Goetia, rivaling the power of the sins, and many mortals think of them synonymous to the Devil himself.

So powerful they can actually reproduce by themself. For this lil hc, I made them a California Condor, a species of bird known to have reproduced without a mate. Also, the look of the condor just goes well with the whole pestilence thing Belial has going on.

I think their cloak is actually wings that come from their back, remnants from their time as an angel. I just didn’t draw them in that second picture cuz I just didn’t feel like it 💀

They’re one of the two I drew before I came up with the whole “halo crown” thing, but I have drawn a doodle of what they would look like now with that concept. It’ll be shown later in the post.

Also, I imagine them being agender, so go with the vibes of “being so powerful, the concept of gender means nothing to them and no word can ever truly describe them”, if that makes sense. Idk, that’s just the vibes I get from them. So I usually refer to them with they/them pronouns, but you can really call them whatever you want.

Paimon

I actually don’t mind Paimon’s canon design all that much. Think it actually goes pretty hard. I more so just wanted to change his species cuz with how I imagine my tweaked version of the Ars Goetia, the parents’ species has no effect on what species the offspring will be. Just as long as they’re bird. So Stolas is still an owl, don’t worry. I decided on making Paimon a raven because Stolas is sometimes described as a raven instead of an owl, so I wanted to pay homage to that.

I also gave him wing arms because he has been said to be able to fly.

That’s about all I got for Paimon

Balam

Balam is Paimon’s wife and also Asmodeus’s sister. I made this decision because when looking at their descriptions, Balam and Asmodeus are described very similarly. They are both chimeras with the head of a man, a bull, and a ram, and both possess a serpent tail. So I decided “fuck it, they’re related now”. This also means Ozzy is Stolas’s uncle, which I think would be an interesting dynamic.

I made Balam a bearded vulture mainly for the fact that Balam is also described to have “fiery eyes” which gave bearded vulture to me, idk.

I imagine her other two heads usually only appear in her more demonic form. They can prolly appear normally too, but I think she doesn’t let them show often.

Vine

Vine is a demon known for construction, and I imagine he built most of the Goetia manors. He makes structures using vines that sprout from his wrists, which then morph into the desired material after the creation is finished.

I decided to make him a Montezuma Oropendola, which are birds known to build large nests out of, you guessed it, vines.

Vine is never escaping the spelling of his name.

Which is also the reason I made him very plant themed. Idk, I just find something so nature-y and alive existing in someplace like Hell to be interesting.

I even wrote a lil world building tidbit about him:

To the east of the Pride Ring rests an overgrown forest, with trees so dense that no light hits the dead grass below and roots so tangled that one cannot hope to get through without getting caught within the knots. But if one ventures far enough, they will see this monstrous forest transform into a lavish jungle. The plants are radiant in their green color, the several ponds sprinkled throughout filled with water that almost sparkles. Within this sanctuary, in a clearing with no true location, sits a grandiose manor; a looming structure almost resembling that of an old European castle, encased in hordes of vines and flowers. The home of King Vine and Queen Zagan — the rulers of the East.

Speaking of Queen Zagan-

Zagan

Zagan is known to transform liquids, turning water into wine, blood into wine, oil into water (which can then be turned into wine). She just makes a ton of wine. But I wanted to mainly focus on the blood to wine part, since I realized I could go with a vampiric aesthetic when designing her.

For this reason, I also chose to make her an oxpecker, which is a (sometimes) parasitic bird known for pecking at wounds on large mammals and drinking their blood.

I decided to pair her up with Vine because they’re both creators. Vine’s creations may be more grandiose, with being literal buildings and all, but Zagan’s creations are probably still useful. I mean, she can also create coins.

Oh, and now that I’ve shown both of them, this is what Belial and Zagan’s crowns would look like now, with the whole halo crown thing

Beleth

Beleth was very tricky for me to design at first. Beleth is described as appearing intimidating and fierce when summoned, in order to test the courage of the conjuror. So I wanted to make her intimidating, but was struggling to figure out how exactly I wanted to do that.

Thankfully, my good good friend @braveboiart helped with ideas, and suggested the armor and shadowy cape.

I also made her a shoebill stork, cuz when I think of a bird a lot of people find intimidating, I think of the shoebill.

Purson

And then last but not least, Beleth’s husband, Purson. I decided to pair them up because I wanted to depict them both with armor. They’re a warrior duo.

I made Purson a harpy eagle mainly cuz I thought it’d be cool, but also cuz they’re one of the heaviest birds of prey, and I read somewhere that during the battle it took a swarm of angels to take him down. Idk how canon this is to actual bible lore, but I like it so I’m stealing it /lh

I imagine Beleth and Purson manage some sort of military, and probably train the knights in the Ars Goetia ranking. Idk, I’m still figuring lore out.

Anyways, that’s all I have to show off today. I’m working on redesigning Stolas, Stella, and Octavia, so look out for that I guess.

#ashedwings post #ashedwings art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #hellaverse #helluva boss #ars goetia #hazbin oc #helluva ocs #helluva boss oc #ars goetia oc #helluva paimon #i may be forgetting tags but whatever

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tac-owo-sensei · 8 days

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The Golden Cage

Ayyy, good news, I finally got a laptop I can write on that is not my school laptop! Also, uh, fearplay, I think??? I think this counts, but idk.

Melody let out a deep sigh. She stared at the world beyond the cage through the untainted window. She had accepted it long ago- her fate was in his hands, the same hands that had trapped her within this prison.

She slowly stood to her feet and approached the golden bars. The tips of her fingers lightly brushed against one of them.

The light blue room in itself was fairly barren with only the occasional knick-knack and painting here and there to keep her company.

She sat back down and gazed through the window, the only thing she seemed to do these days. The cage swung ever so slightly at her movement. It hung from the darkened ceiling. Why he had put her cage there of all places- only attached by a long chain- was beyond her, but her curiosity had begun to dwindle long ago. Nowadays, all she does is find herself filled with feelings of longing.

Her eyes drifted to the wooden door as it let out a loud creak. Behind it was a man, his stern gaze softening as his eyes landed on her. He drew nearer, stopping when the cage- and her along with it, was only a mere few inches apart from his face.

“Hello little one.” His voice was soft. He possessed a voice anyone would mistakenly fall for- including her at some point.

He took a step back and reached out his hand, unlocking the cage. He kept his hand steady in front of the entrance. Melody hesitated. She knew what he wanted, it was always the same song and dance, but every time, she couldn’t help, but stall.

Eventually, she brought herself to her feet and stepped onto the outstretched hand. If she had to be picked up, she’d much rather have it on her own accord.

Once seated, she gazed up at him, focusing on the lines on his palm rather than the movement.

“You know, it’s been so long since I’ve heard that pretty voice of yours.” He started, coiling her hair around his pointer finger.

“What’s there to talk about?” She responded coolly.

“I don’t know, you used to find all sorts of things to talk about.”

“Those were cries of mercy.”

“It was still something.” She refused to look at him. She’s given up on gaining any semblance of sympathy long ago. “Am I still scaring you?” His voice reverberated through her entire being. Yes, he was still terrifying, and at this point, Melody wasn’t sure how terrified she should be.

She didn’t need to answer his question- her body language said it all. She struggled to not shrink away once his ruddy thumb began to caress her cheek. She struggled to remain unflinching as she felt herself being lifted, gentle lips placing a kiss atop her head.

No, she would never get used to this, the feeling of having more and more of her dignity being taken away every time she’s forced to walk onto his hand. He let out a slow chuckle.

“Well, afraid or not, it makes no difference to me. I will love you just the same.” She immediately closed her eyes upon seeing her worldview shift. She was being lowered, then gently pressed against his chest in an attempt to hug her. His cold warmth now surrounded her on all sides. She kept her eyes shut and stayed there, having accepted her fate as a glorified pet to a god a long time ago.

#g/t #g/t community #giant tiny #size difference #g/t scenario #giant/tiny #gentle giant #sfw g/t #g/t writing

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miyaren · 2 years

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Reminder | bokuto koutarou

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✪ Bokuto smut 18+ minors PLEASE dni

CW: (I dont even know where to start ) edging (good start) , consensual recording during sex, atsumu gets off to said video, voyeurism, pussy slaps(I don't think im capable of not writing them) , bokuto calls reader puppy, pretty girl, pretty ( Im a follower im a sheep but idk writing bo smut without puppy feels wrong), overstimulation (barely),

Atsumu won't stop talking about the chance to hook up with the pretty reporter, even after Bokuto tells him he's started to see her. Bokuto decides he should try a different way to shut his teammate up. All his ideas involve you, his bed, and a camera.

an: I don't think I was fully conscious when I wrote this, my vagina literally possessed me and finished writing. anyways let me know if you like it and thank you for reading!

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Atsumu clicked on the link and pressed play. The frame was dark but he could make out a voice. One that was unmistakably yours.

Your voice came out whiny, “Kou, please.”

Then came Bokuto’s familiar chuckle, “One second pretty. I need to do something first.”

Finally, the video lit up and right in the center of the shot was your face, your cheek covered in cum. Bokuto dragged his thumb through the white, trailing it down to your lips.

“Open.” He ordered. Just the sound of his voice had you clenching around nothing.

Now his thumb was in your mouth, and he could feel your tongue swirling around it, dutifully cleaning him off. Bokuto pulled his thumb out and dragged it along your bottom lip, making it look like you had just applied lip gloss.

Bo panned the phone down as he slid his hand lower down your neck, clear love bites scattered across the base of your throat. He gave it a squeeze and continued moving lower. As the camera focused, Atsumu saw your tits equally as scattered with purple blue marks and cum. His pants grew tighter at the sight.

The video continued to roll, Bokuto’s fingers drew circles around your areolas, spreading the sheen of his cum all over your peaks, and you could no longer ignore the pulse between your legs.

“Kou, please, I can’t anymore.”

Before Bokuto had gotten his phone out, he had been edging you. He’d had you play with your pussy while he stroked himself. Just as you were about to reach your high, he stopped you, but not before he came all over your chest.

After Bokuto had pushed you onto your back and slid his dick between your folds, over and over, the head of his cock catching on your clit every time. Like before, he pulled away before you had finished. His cum had shot out all over your swollen cunt and he even seemed pleased about it. You weren’t.

“Are you even lis- ahhgh”

He pinched your nipple especially hard, before soothing it with small sweeps of his thumb. He moved onto the next one, clamping it between his fingers with the same amount of force. The video captured how he was making you shudder, the way your breath was coming out in uneven pants.

“Sorry, puppy. I’ll take care of you now. You want me to make you feel good, Y/n?”

Atsumu was palming himself through his boxers because of the way your pretty tits fit perfectly in Bokuto’s hand as he kneaded them. Never before had he wished to be Bokuto, but now he would die to be where Bo was, touching you and squeezing you and making you cum under him over and over.

Your voice brought Atsumu back to the video, “Yes, Kou. I need it so bad. Please.”

Once again, the camera angle shifted as Bokuto moved his way down your body to finally end up between your legs, your wet cunt, shiny tits, and your eyes, notably hungry for more. All on display for Bo to ravage and Atsumu to watch.

The rough pad of his thumb came to swipe through your slippery folds, wet from your slick and Bokuto’s cum. When he brought it to roll over your throbbing clit, you keened under his touch, your hips jumped up, almost giving the camera a close up of your sex.

“You like how that feels, puppy?”

“Mmmhm”

“Speak up.” He pinched your sensitive nub.

“Fuck. It feels so good.”

Atsumu’s dick was fully out at this point, his fist tight as he pumped his length while he watched you .

Bokuto deepend the pressure on you and you squirmed where you laid on the bed, “Koutarou, get inside me now. I need-”

You bit down on your lip to muffle the sounds that came out when he brought his palm down hard against your pussy. Fuck. He did it a second time and Atsumu almost came at the sound of the wet slap on your cunt.

“You gotta calm down, puppy. I’ll give you what you want when I get to it, ok?” Bo cooed as he slid his palm side to side across your folds with pressure you couldn’t believe.

You nodded dumbly and jolted when he slapped you again, “I need to hear you, pretty girl.”

Your breath stuttered on its way out, “Yes, Koutarou.”

Through your haze you could hear him chuckle again and silently promised yourself you would get him back for this.

Still, he continued his ministrations on you and the pressure built up in your core. When Bokuto started drawing tight circles on your clit, you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. Bokuto could tell too.

“You gonna cum for me, puppy?”

“Yes.” You elongated the single syllable.

He was touching you at just the right pace, with just the right force. It was too much. You were gone.

Then, right as you fell off the edge was when Bokuto chose to thrust into you, burning you with the instant stretch.

Obviously you screamed.

He pushed your knees to your chest and returned his thumb to your clit, slamming deep into you, so deep you wouldn’t think it was possible if Bokuto hadn’t broken you on his cock so many other times before. Your core ached with pressure as he fucked you through your orgasm.

With your screams in the background, Atsumu came quickly, emptying out onto his stomach.

Bokuto repeatedly fucking into your cunt was in the center of the frame until he aimed it up at your upperbody, your tits bouncing with every thrust he made.

Atsumu’s soft cock twitched at how hot you looked like that, like you were made to be destroyed.

“Koutarou you’re so big- fuck.”

Bokuto’s voice sounded strained, “No can fill you up like this, huh, puppy?”

You moaned, “No, no.”

“You think Atsumu could?”

“No-god- no, no one fucks me like you, Kou.”

He gave you a slow roll of his hips that hit right in the spot it needed to and Bo’s hand had snaked its way back up your body to give your throat a squeeze, “You’re so cute, Y/n.”

And then the video cut out.

Atsumu sat up straight, his chest rising and falling hard. He was equal parts dejected and confused. But fuck if he wasn’t turned on. And moreover, he wasn’t totally sure this was Bokuto’s best move.

Atsumu was definitely going to be thinking about you for a while.

#bokuto smut #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #miya atsumu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu smut

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coff33notforme · 1 year

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Can I request a wally with a child reader? I wonder how wally would take care of a child reader? Maybe he’s like a older brother or dad idk

A/n: Omfg I loved this prompt so much I wrote three whole pages in one sitting, I kinda want to make this into a series more in depth, I have so many more ideas for this concept so let me know what you guys think!

Pairing: Wally Darling and Gn Child Reader ( Platonic, Fluff, slight mentions of Possessiveness)

Oneshot, and Headcannons

Wally was awoken one night by the repeated slamming of Home closing and opening the door to his room, groggily Wally got out of bed, at first to inquire why Home had been so insistent on awaking him.

But he was stopped when he was alerted to the sound of crying drifting in through the now opened window near the back of home.

Wally hesitated, that side of the house was the side facing the woods, the restricted area, he paused unsure of what to do.

But what if someone needed his help? Maybe the risk outweighed his curiosity, but the more he thought about it the more anxiety bubbled up inside his chest, that was rare, this couldn’t be good.

Without anymore time to think Wally opened Homes front door, the warm night air caressed his face gently, the smell of wet grass filled his senses as he paused drinking in his senses as the wind blew past him without thought, that was until the muffled sobs began again quieter, faint even, but still evident.

Wally turned the corner walking along the side of home as he drew nearer and nearer the cries becoming more clear before they ceased.

Wally paused his body growing stiff, taking in a breath he moved the brush aside revealing a small child, cowering in the middle of the bushes, their head tucked beneath their arms, before they lifted their head, their fearful eyes met his, their face stained with tears and their eyes puffy from crying, they flinched scooting back in fear.

Wally raised his hands in defense as the child began to cry again, Wally was clueless to an extent, sure he was made to teach kids lessons and guide them in some sort of way but he himself hadn’t actually ever interacted with a real child before, especially not one who seemed to be so full of fear.

Wally frantically stepped closer in an attempt to soothe the crying child, but this only seemed to make things worse as their cries became screams of protest, with no sign of getting closer to the child Wally tried a different approach.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m a friend, I only want to help. Is that okay with you?” for a moment the child paused, their brows becoming furrowed, as they glared with red eyes, clearly skeptical of the offer

“I-I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.” the child stammered, crossing their arms defensively

Wally smiled gently

“Well, I’m Wally, and your name is…?” he gestured, hoping they would catch on

They sniffled, before stuttering out their reply

“I’m Y/n.” it was short and simple but it was enough to make they give a shy smile to the puppet

Wally gave a grin in return scooting beside you as you leaned into Wally, Wally tensed for a moment before settling into the sudden contact

“What are you doing here all by yourself, Y/n?” Wally asked gently, earning a small frown from you

“I don’t know, I don’t remember how I got here, I just woke up without my parents…” you trailed off again your eyes welling with tears alarmed Wally dropped the subject, wrapping his arms around you instead.

“Hey, I’m sorry I won’t bring it up again. But don’t you worry friend, we'll get you back to your parents, for now I’ll look after you.”

you nodded into Wally as he scooped you up carrying you into the house before setting you down on the floor of the guest room

“You can sleep here tonight.” he offered, but he felt your hand becoming tighter around his, he looked down to see you anxiously peering into the dark room before looking back up at him with wide eyes

“Can I just sleep with you tonight?” you whispered, Wally smiled gently as he picked you up again before giving you a soft bop on the nose

“Of course you can, don’t you worry bud, I won’t let anything get you.” you giggled playfully, as Wally began to walk to his room setting you down on the bed before he tucked you in, he was about to walk to his side before he stopped upon feeling you tug on his sleeve

“Could you give me a kiss goodnight? I usually get one from my parents, but their not here.” he nodded before laying a soft kiss on your forehead whispering goodnight before making himself comfortable under the covers as he felt sleep fall upon him

The next morning Wally awoke to you shaking him with a whine, groggily he rubbed his eyes, suddenly remembering what had happened last night

“What's going on kiddo?” he asked with a yawn to which you groaned

“I’m hungry, and you’ve been sleeping forever.” you cried, Wally hummed slowly rising from the bed as you dragged him from the room, waiting as he took you into the kitchen.

Rifling through the cabinets before he found an unopened box of cereal, opening the fridge and pouring you some milk he set the bowl down on the table, which apparently, was too tall for you to reach.

Wally lifted you onto the seat before he pulled a chair out from across from you sitting down as you scarfed down your breakfast

“Do you remember anything before you got here?” Wally asked curiously, you looked up to the ceiling in thought as milk dripped down your face, you shook your head, Wally sighed trying to think of what to do next

While living with Wally you would take frequent trips to Frank's house, though you, yourself wouldn’t actually talk to Frank on most days Julie would be around so she would keep you preoccupied while Wally spoke to Frank, you weren’t really sure what it was they were talking about but it seemed important

Wally had promised you that you would see your parents again after all

When living in the neighborhood if you went anywhere you were always with Wally, he simply couldn’t let you out of his sight for one moment, whenever you weren’t where he could see you he would go into a frenzy until you were back in his line of sight

Overtime you grew used to the neighborhood, all of Wally's friends were extremely nice and you saw them often enough to begin to trust them as much as you trusted Wally

You and Wally begin to grow into the Father figure role that had blossomed over your shared time together, and Wally felt that overtime you two had grown to completely trust each other, you were inseparable!

Wally was extremely loving and patient with you even when you were upset, a very stark contrast to when he first met you, your presence in his Home began to become increasingly evident, your drawing were strung on the fridge for all to see, your toys and clothes set up around your room like you had always been there, it felt like there was a new warmth added to the house, a refreshing touch of youthful joy made Wally feel alive again

But who new how long this would last, what if one day as mysteriously as you had come you vanished, as though you had never even existed, Wally had promised to take you back to your ‘real’ home, but what if that was something he couldn’t do? What if even if he could, he didn’t want to?

The idea of letting you go was something Wally couldn’t bear, but was it really his decision?

AAAAAA I loved this so much! <3333

#welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #wally darling x reader

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onlyseokmins · 1 year

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aftercare • w.j.h.

Pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader

Genres: implied smut (minors dni!), fwb!au, aftercare!au

Warnings: swearing, gooey-ooey shit tbh, lil sneak of possessiveness, tiny angst if u squint, feelings ew, mentions of sex but it's actually really soft but lmk if i missed smth

WC: 1.3k

A/N: a request i kind of got a lil carried away with idk if this is what they were looking for but this is what my brain came up with askdjfksdj i think i made it gender neutral 🤞🏻 but if i missed up please let me know - i didn't intend to but it just turned out that way :3

Sweaty bodies lay against one another, bedsheets tangled and damp from the rigorous amounts of exertion earlier. Yet it's not uncomfortable at all.

It hits Junhui first, coming out of his post-nut clarity with a startling — almost terrifying — realization. You looked good earlier. Good enough to eat. Decked out in a sexy little fit that had everyone's heads turning at the club… and effectively turning him on.

He'd had his hands all over you in record time. The need to touch and claim you as his for all to see was ravenous. All-consuming. Not even a half hour had passed before he'd worked up your sexual tension so high on the dance floor with slow grinding and sneaky groping. Then he was teasing and prepping you with nimble fingers during the ride back to his place.

Tongue battling yours, mouths and lips sloppily making out while he struggled to open the door. Immediately dropping to his knees to explore your intimate parts once the lock clicked and you were inside, back pressed firmly against the other side as he slid down to have his way with you.

Junhui is very well-acquainted with your body but nothing gets him going like finding a new way to make you squirm and moan louder.

For him.

But now, thoroughly fucked out and fucked well, you have a glowing vulnerable air of softness around you. All for him. Alone.

And he finds you as gorgeous — if not even more so — as he did before. Just as radiant as when you first met, standing out amongst everyone else in a subtle way that drew him in.

Junhui had genuinely wanted to get to know you first. Approached you with honest intentions. It was you who shuffled the cards and set the rules, putting the initial offer on the table to win the game. And how could he resist?

He lost the reckless deal willingly and easily dived into this odd arrangement of not-quite-friends with plenty of sexual benefits. But his heart had already clumsily fallen for you even back then.

With his brain only catching up to speed now. So he can't help but place what feels like an instinctual kiss on your nose that he'd denied doing before, watching with an astounding amount of endearment at how your eyes nearly cross at the action.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

You follow his lead, guided by his hand holding yours. Tremors and shaky legs are but a by-product your aching body experiences after sex with him. Normally that would inflate Junhui's ego — maybe even rile him up enough for another round.

But contrary to the roughness he exhibits and indulges your bedroom desires with, the warm cast of the nightlight he'd installed in the bathroom (after one too many stumbles with you in the dark) dials down those lust-filled feelings with… something different.

Of course, you act like you don't notice the sudden shift between you two. Simply choosing to stare blankly ahead, posture slouched unattractively over the toilet that he helped you sit on. Yet he's never seen you any lovelier despite the telltale empty look in your eyes. More than likely planning the usual, sneaky exodus he can't seem to encourage you from forgetting.

"You'll stay the night?" The man tries not to sound too hopeful — too needy — while wetting a fresh washrag under warm water for you after rinsing off the one used on himself. "I… accidentally ripped all your clothes anyways."

"Sure there's something I could salvage."

"You can get all cozy and snuggle underneath the new blanket I just bought. It has cute cat faces on it and it's super fuzzy."

"Or you could give me something to wear, bet you have something laying around that I can use."

"I mean, I could since it doesn't bother me if you borrow something of mine. Or you could leave a couple pairs of clothing here next time for next time. I told you I didn't mind."

Junhui expects a disappointed, slightly annoyed sigh of his name like usual. But he should know what happens when he breaks the mode; it triggers a butterfly effect.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" you question pointedly, though you let him gently pick up your hand so he can dab at it. Palm to palm, it lays lax against his — neither holding but not pulling away — and he takes that as a win. "I spent a good amount of money on those, you know."

"I'll buy you more."

"Junhui…"

He focuses on the tender motions of wiping your arm, ignoring the warning call of his name that's always delivered in a cold tone. Once he reaches past your shoulder and sweeps delicately across your collarbones littered with teeth marks, his eyes are drawn up to your slightly chapped lips that are set in a frown.

"Um, don't worry I can also have them fixed. My friend's good at stitching and it's not like they're… in pieces."

"So they're wearable."

He whispers loudly in mild frustration, "Why do you keep trying so hard to escape?" even though you've made no effort to physically move.

"I'm only escaping if you're keeping me against my will. Otherwise it's simply called leaving."

"But I don't want you to leave! Can't you see I'd rather have you stay?"

"… Why?"

"Why?" he repeats incredulously and leaves the wet cloth to hang on your opposite shoulder. Bare fingers brush the side of your neck, cup your cheek, and a thumb sweetly rubs at the corner of your mouth. Brown eyes raise from the curve of your lips to the cute bump of your nose to finally meet your eyes. Despite your aloof front, he can see how they flicker with an uncertainty he wishes to soothe. "Because I like you. If you want to be held captive, just say the word."

"You're crazy."

"Crazy for you, sure. But I am definitely in my right mind and I mean what I say."

Suddenly backing away with a tug, Junhui urges you to stand with him. You still ask your demanding questions even as he releases his hold on your upper body and squats. A gentle hand grasps your outer thigh while the other gingerly strokes the delicate flesh between your legs and downwards. Dutifully cleaning away the mixed stains of your releases.

"What if you're wrong? What if you regret it?"

A chaste kiss is delivered below your belly button as he works on the other leg. "I won't."

"You'll get tired of me… you'll miss being free."

"Is that why you're trying to leave first? Because you think I'll walk away one day?" He takes your silence as an answer and rises to his full height. "Won't you give me a chance? Even if it gets to that point, if we hit a crossroads where it's not easy anymore, and you think we'll go our separate ways… Only if you want me to, I'll make sure to prove you wrong. That we can make it through together."

"Why though? Do you really think — "

"Because I like you. And I want to learn to love you… and maybe, just maybe, you might be able to love me in return too."

"But Jun…"

His name falls from your lips in such a soft tone, a stark difference from earlier and he pulls you into a hug. Dry and warm skin becomes a comforting embrace against your cooler, damp body. He's safe. As much as it scares you shitless, it's oddly soothing. He's soothing.

Maybe it sparks something deep inside your chest you've tried to bury as he finishes cleaning you up, the steady touch of his hands expressing what words yet cannot. Returning to lay on his bed, the cozy cat blanket covering your naked bodies… perhaps you realize "I love you" has never sounded better wrapped in the undertoning of the words "I'll make the same promise to you when morning comes," followed later by Junhui's low snores.

You doze away letting his arms encompass you, dreaming of the possible future that may become a reality — the one with him in it.

onlyseokmins: March 2023 ©

#ez.creates #svthub #wen junhui smut #jun smut #junhui smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #smut #svt.smut

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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First of i have to say i absolutely love your work also idk if you accept requests right now but if you do can you write a yandere Xavier Thorpe with a innocent Darling it can be a HC or imagines whatever you're most comfortable with.

''Nothing will hurt you as long as I'm here.'' - Xavier Thorpe.

❝🎻— lady l: this was very short but because it's not a ''hc general'' but I hope you like it the same way, anon! Ah, this is totally about the character and I don't support the controversies and accusations involving the actor or anything like that. After all, fiction is different from reality, so I hope that's okay with you guys. And thank you so much for the compliment! I love to read this kind of comment, always helps a lot! ❤️❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotectiveness, reader is very ignorant, implied murder and a bit of non-consensual somnophilia (i guess?).

To say that Xavier finds it adorable how innocent you are of how naive you are is an understatement. He loves it, he adores it and extols it in you. It was that specific trait, your innocence, that drew him to you in the first place. From the moment he saw you, his thoughts were all directed towards you. He was enchanted for you, with your confused attitude when you didn't understand something or how cute you were when you were embarrassed. It was all so perfect and Xavier found himself with his eyes and thoughts on only one person: you.

Xavier likes to think of himself as your best friend and protector, he sees himself that way and no good can come if you break that illusion. He likes to take care of you, simple as that, it's one of his favorite hobbies to watch you from a distance making sure nothing and no one can hurt you. It's scary, honestly, having him watching you all the time but he can be discreet when he wants to, so you're unlikely to find out.

The way he takes care of you can vary depending on the degree of danger he imagines you're involved in, as if it's something that could end your life, Xavier will be relentless in keeping you as far away as possible or even arresting you to somewhere safe. He will have to deal with your anger after doing this, but you're better off alive than dead. He can't even imagine you being hurt or killed, just the thought of something bad happening to you sends him into a frenzy. Nothing will hurt you as long as he's here.

Your naivety sometimes pisses him off to the core too, although he loves that about you, he could also hate it a lot. It's ridiculous sometimes how innocent you are, how pure you are and that's the cause of so many problems. You're basically a walking magnet for trouble and it annoys him a lot because no matter how hard he tries to keep you safe you always end up getting involved in something dangerous, even if it's not on purpose. It's almost like you do it on purpose, like you want to make him angry and he gets pissed about it, but he always forgives you eventually. Thorpe can't resist your beautiful smile. That's his biggest weakness, your smile, or even better, everything about you.

He's not subtle at all around his obsession with you, in fact, Xavier doesn't try to disguise how obsessed he is with you, how his obsession grows more and more and he can't contain himself any longer and honestly, he doesn't. want to hold himself back. He needs you, constantly, he needs reassurance that you need him as much as he needs you. Xavier is that kind of person that if he can totally control you, he will. Not because he wants you to be manipulated to his will, but because he can be sure that nothing will happen to you as long as you listen to him. If he has the chance and the opportunity, he will try to push away everyone he thinks is ''dangerous'' to you. He just wants what it's best for you, is that so wrong?

As you can see, he is madly protective of you, of your innocence. He won't be able to sleep peacefully if he's not sure you're okay, that you're safe and warm. Without you knowing it, many nights, he will invade your room just to watch you sleep, he feels at peace listening to your light breathing and watching how your chest rises with each breath. Those things soothed him because they reminded him that you were alive. That you are fine and safe. Xavier won't admit it, but he has a habit of smiling like a lovesick fool when he watches you sleep. You've really got it wrapped around his fingers, haven't you? After all, Xavier will never refuse a request from you, he can't bring himself to do it.

Xavier is quite possessive of you, but he tries not to show it because he doesn't want to make you upset with his jealousy. He tries to be as subtle and calm about it, but it's pretty obvious to onlookers how upset he gets when someone gets too close to you. Thorpe will stare with hateful glares and is clearly itching to pummel someone, but he will remain calm. He tries, however, for you. He doesn't want to scare you. Never. You don't have to be afraid of him, he could never hurt someone as innocent and precious to him as you are. Xavier is pretty self-contained when he's jealous, but he can still act recklessly if someone crosses a line with you, in which case he doesn't have any control over himself and what happens to that person. And he will not regret the acts he will commit.

Xavier Thorpe loves you with all his heart whether it's platonic or romantic, you are everything to him and you will always be the most important person in his life. He will love to draw you or use his powers to impress you and will feel proud of himself when he sees you excited when he does something for you. He likes to see you happy, your smile, in his opinion, makes the environment you are in much brighter. He idolizes you, in a way, and he's flattered to be able to witness you, to be able to be by your side all the time because that's what he does. He loves and hates your innocence and naivety at the same time and with the same intensity, but that's what makes you so special and he would never change that about you. Xavier cares for you and will always look out for you, even if you never realize it. He will always be here for you.

#yandere wednesday #yandere xavier thorpe #yandere xavier thorpe x reader #yandere xavier thorpe headcanons #yandere headcanons #xavier thorpe x reader #wednesday #netflix wednesday

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buggysgirlie · 9 months

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hi! i love ur dalton fics and idk if you are taking requests but there is a LACK or angst with dalton and an extreme lack of possessed dalton ☹️

You lied to me

Dalton x fem!leitor (amizade)

Warnings: angst, reader is Dalton's childhood friend, no happy ending, flashbacks and childhood trauma

A/N: APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY

All these years, all these years you kept all these memories to yourself, this anguish and pain that would never go away, you still remember it all, Dalton's coma, the recovery, the astral projection, Josh Lambert's possession, everything is in your head

You know Dalton doesn't remember anything but the coma and the recovery, but you chose to remember, even if it hurt you had to remember, you were afraid that if you forgot all of this, you would forget your friendship with Dalton

He even told you that an image came into your head, a cellar, or a red door, but you always said that it was all imagination, but it wasn't, it was real

The friendship wasn't like before, you felt depressed, and there was no way for him to help, how could he? he doesn't remember anything, he doesn't remember how you saved him

Your little 10 year old head couldn't take it but…you had to fight your demons and leave this as just a memory

Art was something you used as a distraction, all the drawings of red doors, demons, you hid, never showed anyone, not even Dalton who is the one you trust the most

He drew too, having a little more talent than you but you don't care, drawing is a distraction, not something that has to be shown to everyone.

In one of the art classes, the teacher asked you to sink deep into your memories and try to draw something, when she started counting, you closed your eyes, only sad and painful memories came

"Please don't hurt him, please he's my friend!" your desperate voice came into her head, the sounds of crying…

You started to draw, making strong strokes, some tears came out of your eye but you didn't care if anyone would notice

You started painting faster and faster, looking at the drawing, when you finished, you looked at the drawing without having any idea what you had drawn.

It was the damn basement, nobody was there, it was empty, but the voices were there, haunting you.

"stop it" you whisper to your mind but the voices just get louder, the screams, the cries, for a moment everything around you is gone

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you startled, looking back scared, it was your teacher

"Was it supposed to be sad… or happy?" she asked looking at the painting

"Sad…very sad" you say looking at your painting too

“The sad memories are the ones that are remembered the most, the happy ones… not so much” she says and leaves your side, leaving you to reflect on it

TIME SKIP

You grabbed Dalton's unconscious body, trying to get rid of the strange figures that tried to take possession of his body, you tried your best to keep him safe, knowing that he is in the beyond

You prayed for your life and Dalton's, especially for him

He wakes up screaming, and suddenly, all those figures disappear and he quickly gets up, taking a brush and black paint, starting to paint over the drawing of the red door.

you got up, looking at him confused, trying to know why he's doing this, but he didn't even look at you

He finished running the paint over the paint, and quickly called his mom, making sure his dad is safe and awake.

Then he hangs up the phone,

and you approach him

"Hey Dalton are you-"

"-don't come near me"

He walks away, and you don't come closer

"What happened?" you ask looking at him with a look of concern

"you lied to me…" he whispered, but loud enough for you to hear

"Wha…did I lie?"

"Yes, those memories, you said it was a lie, and it wasn't"

He spoke, with a look of anger and sadness, and you looked at him in disbelief.

"Dalton this was for your good-"

"NO…don't lie to me again"

He screams and your eyes water, you think of what to say, you know it's true, you lied, all these years you lied

"Dalton…I know I lied, but please believe me" you whisper with a sad tone of voice

"I don't believe you, you betrayed my trust, I asked you to be honest and you weren't… all these years you lied" he says with some tears in his eyes

You stay quiet, not knowing what to say and not believing that he said it, you never imagined that he would be so angry with you.

"Get out…get out of my room now" he says and looks away from you, and you, in silence, open the bedroom door

You stood there for a while…wanting to turn around and talk about everything, how you felt, how everything haunted you, but he was pissed off enough and wouldn't let you explain, he was blind with rage.

You left his room, closing the door, and went to your dorm, walking down the hall, you couldn't help yourself and started crying, stopping to walk

Why did this have to happen? Why didn't I speak the truth? her mind spoke to itself, judging itself for lying to its best friend

Your knees weakened and you sat on the floor, crying right there, the thought of someone walking by and finding you didn't exist.

You just cried, leaning against the wall… and nobody was there to help you, and your friend doesn't want your friendship anymore…

#i love dalton #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert x you #angst

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tinukis · 3 months

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FINALLY SHOWING OFF MY COLLECTION !!! i finally reorganized a little bit buuut it still feels incomplete... anyway!! it's a mix of one piece and pokemon... ft other things but mostly one piece

FIRST SHELF:

again, mostly pokemon and one piece. i've been collecting pokemon plushies/merch in general since 2018. and to be completely honest with you, i feel like my life didnt start until 2018. i have no recollection of anything at least irl before 2018... i have a bunch of pokemon plushies still that arent even on here or theyre just hiding from sight! (like behind gladion is a steven stone plushie nfmshd) OH AND I HAD MY GLADION AND MIKO PLUSHIE MADE !! i just drew it and then gave the designs to a manufacturer :3 my next goal is to make another two but with their alt outfits this time :D

also on the top shelf, other than the action figures and plushies, are artbooks! for original sun/moon, usum, scarlet/violet, and it's hard to see but artbooks for the great ace attorney/dai gyakuten saiban as well !! also the gladion acrylic standee blends in well with wano zoro jfkdhjd omg do yall think gladion could do a closet cosplay of zoro (miko got him to do it <3)

also im not rlly big on pop funkos, theyre just gifts <3

AND TWO BINDERS OF POKEMON CARDS... i dont play i just collect them bc i like pretty art

SO UM. SECOND SHELF. one shelf dedicated to zolu, asl, and ace and sabo :3 behind the zolu figures are tiny plushies of them and rubber straps but well, its hard to see em </3

i got into one piece since like. early september and now i have an entire display dedicated to one piece 😭 + other things like persona lol

feat my pokemon boxes and unboxed one piece figures. ofc, this isnt Everything i have but it's Mostly everything

the last two things i'll show and the second post wont be posted until i update my stuff more

so heres my poorly made luffy cutout that was literally made with sweat and tears... in fact i startwd this project like a WEEK after starting one piece 😭😭😭 thats how you know i was strapped in for life

and my corkboard!! some cool one piece works and the wano zolu sc :3 it's really cool to have these things hfmhdjd

the ace print, frobin charms, rubber pins, and stickers i just pinned on are stuff i got from a con. everything else from jp mercari !!

tbh, the sealed gladion acrylic standee is like my most prized treasure... not that i dropped hundreds on it but i got it for a lot cheaper compared to the other sealed ones online :'D + his postcards too are one of my most prized possessions... i wonder who my favorite pokemon character is

honestly idk what to fill the empty space in with but i wanna balance out this corkboard with pkmn and OP so maybe i'll try to hunt for more pkmn stuff

this is all i'll share for now but the next post will show my two ita bags that i have :0 !!! and my comically large arcanine plushie that i named ace 😁🫶

#tin talks #dain's collection #(help me)#one piece #pokemon #how am i into like the biggest franchises ever #theyre my biggest wallet drainers considering theyre literally everywhere you go #I ALSO HAVE WHOLE CAKE ISLAND POSTER BUT next time #i want more gear 5 figures too.... my silliest guy ):#this isnt even my first corkboard either lol #but my first coarkboard is just a lot of tgaa/dgs stuff #and... selfship......... Anyway!!!

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dreamii-krybaby · 5 months

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what made u like Yeva so much?? honestly i like Yeva too but idk why lmao

I actually had a draft explaining why I love Yeva so much NENEJWBSJEBEH

Buckle the fuck up, its long

Honestly I can’t remember exactly what it was that specifically made me appreciate her more, I think it was in EP4 where I started paying more attention to her. I think it was mostly her hidden lore that drew me. Tho upon EP3 I thought she was a very interesting character

Honestly every appearance she makes made me think more of how she is connected to the lore and made me start to slowly connecting some dots, like her being behind the Site-48 “incident”

And honestly every appearance also makes me wanna give her a hug, poor woman looked traumatized

Idk they are lot of interesting details regarding her, like how she still kept the exact same CFL outfit, the site-48 incident, her eye possibly getting blown off by the AS in EP6, giving an explanation to Doll’s eyepatch. Her eye and Doll’s eyes going from red to orange bc of the AS. And hatever the hell she saw with her now-husband in EP4.

My Roman empire is religious symbolism, so when I figured out that Yeva = Eve in russian I was in love

Also am sucker for character who have “illegal traumatized subject experiment” and “I may or may have gotten possessed by evil forces” plot

We gotta love possibly questionable, unstable, cannibalistic women with god powers

And also, am just naturally drawn to mysterious characters, they are fun. Even if people can consider bland characters or characters with very little info boring, to me it can be fun. Like tbh you rlly need a few small details regarding their personality and the rest can be up to you.

Also even if we have very info regarding her personality, the fandom and me where still able to get an idea on how she was and the different directions her personality can take

Bonus points for her being heavily implied to be Russian (am half-Russian, tho ironically I know very little Russian 💀)

Maybe you’re drawn to her visual designs or mysterious character or her lore or maybe some characteristic of her

Like one of the things that I think Yeva is known is apart from being close to Nori, is her “(0-0)” expressions she makes just like Doll does

So I live that despite the lack of screen time and no voice lines, she has a lot of lore hidden and connected. You are still able to pick up some details about her, like her personality and let’s not forget her death was a massive butterfly/Domino effect on the series.

#murder drones #murder drones yeva #yeva murder drones #md yeva #yeva md

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sarasarami10 · 1 year

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Avatar boys ( Neteyam) x exhausted introvert reader SFW

(I think I’ve seen this concept before but still wanted to do it my way)

(Basing this on my own experience as an introvert btw)

Warning: not a lot except maybe anxious Neteyam and a lot of fluff.

Reader has had their consciences transferred so that why they possess human stuff (idk how they would survive as introvert whitout a good depressing song and a comfy hoody)

(Takes places at the metkayna village)

Word count :900

*=actions

[my owns thought and feelings]

Author’s note: wrote this in my notes at 11pm so sorry if there are many errors.

ENJOY!

Neteyam :

- You had been extremely social all week but for the past 3 days you couldn’t bare to see anyone, not even your boyfriend neteyam.

- Of course you would get out of your room to eat with your family and other stuff but you praticaly didn’t leave your bed, either listening to sad/calm music or watching your favorite old human tv shows on you tablet. ( just relaxing really)

- The first day he didn’t really mind it. He had asked one of your sibling about you and they just said you were tired and resting at home.

- He didn’t really thought anything of it, it was true you really look exhausted the day before.

- But by the third day he started to become anxious. Your siblings didn’t have any new news of you, and honestly he didn’t understood how someone perfectly healthy could just sleep for 3 whole days.

- At this point he thought this was only an excuse to not see him which kinda made him sad, had he done something wrong or did you just suddenly stopped liking him.

- By the end of the day he decided that he had had enough and when straight to your Maori after finishing his daily tasks.

- Upon arriving at your home he saw your sibling and asked them if he could go see you. Your sibling pointed at you room and left.

- It was the first time he had been inside your room. The first thing he noticed was the many human things you had. Their was a pile of heavy looking clothes on the ground some colourful shiny trinkets hanging from the roof and you, laying there on you mattress, eyes closed, wearing a wierd top with puffy sleeves and a hood over your head (a hoodie yess).

- Seeing you asleep and not wanting to wake you up too brutally, he sat down on the floor next to your mattress and softly patted your arm to wake you up.

- You awoke from your nap and saw neteyam standing over you. You pulled your hood back revelling some weird thing that almost looked as if they were stuck in your ears (neteyam pov)

- « Hello pretty boy. What are you doing here ».

- « Why are you ignoring me…? »

- « Huh? I’m not ignoring you ? »

- « Yess you are. If not why haven’t I see you since three days ago, huh? »

- « Hahaha. I’m not ignoring you… I just didn’t went anywhere »

- « liar. How could someone sleep for three whole days »

- I didn’t just sleep… I made a few jewelry, I drew for a bit I watch my fav movies… but I mostly just slept and listen to music. »

- *genuenly confused* « why? »

- « Idk.. I just didn’t felt like doing much I was just… really tired »

- *not convinced* « haha how can someone be that tired? You didn’t even do anything physically demanding lately. »

- « Well cause I wasn’t tired in that way »

- *lays next to you facing you* « what do you mean? »

- « Well… sometimes… when I spend too much time with other people, especially exited people like children, or your brother and aonung *he smiles* my energy just get drain really fast. So I need to take some time to myself to recharge my batteries. »

- « Oh… now that I think about it… I think it happened to kiri once…. She didn’t left her room for two days. Even my dad started to worry. *You giggle* So ? What do you ueselly do to « recharge your batteries »

- You look at Him smiling and take out one of your earplug to show him.

- « I put these bad boys on and listen to some of my favorite tunes. »

- « What are they?»

- « Earphones. You put them in you ears and music comes out of it, kinda like to thing your dad makes you use to communicate [as you can see I have just remember they have those but anyways]

- He look confused but you were too tired to try to explain to him bluethoot so you just putted it in his ear and pushed to play button.

- A calming song started playing. Even tho neteyam could understand most of the lyrics, he couldn’t really understand their meaning which kinda annoyed him.

- « What are you wearing? »

- « It’s called a hoodie. »

- « Aren’t you too warm with that on? »

- « No not really, it’s more for comfort angways »

- He turned his attention back to the music but after seeing him giving it too much thinking for a while, you putted your hand on his face to shift back his focus on you, softly stroking it with your thumb *gaves you a small smile*.

- You stayed like that, looking at each other just enjoying your company until you noticed him fall asleep.

- You pushed yourself closer to him, his face resting in the crook of your chest softly stroking his hair until you too found sleep.

END for neteyam.

There is a 90% chance that a do a loak version but for aonung and rotxo it will depend how much you guys like this I guess.

#avatar the way of water #avatar twow #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #neteyam #avatar neteyam #avatar james cameron #neteyam x reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully

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