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angelltheninth · 5 months

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I am now curious what would alpha sukuna do when he get his rut but yuji simply won’t allow him to take control of his body? Sukuna as normal is feral and menace what about sukuna in his rut..but trapped.

Oh good lord. I'm having THOUGHTS.

Pairing: Alpha!Ryomen Sukuna x Omega Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, alpha/omega, rut, knotting, clit stimulation, mating bites, rough sex, feral sex, breeding kink, protective!Yuuji, best friend!Yuuji, alpha!Sukuna, double dick!Sukuna

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: Thinking about best friend Yuuji cockblocking Sukuna was hilarious.

Yuuji was your best friend and an alpha. But he would never make a move on you, he didn't want to put your friendship at risk and even when you were in heat you knew you were safe around him. Lately though he's been a lot more... well... angry might be the best way to put it. He wasn't snapping at you, but at Sukuna, who would occasionally break free and rile you up just by staring at you before Yuuji could cage him back into his mind.

It seems that he's been losing that battle lately. Every time when Sukuna would kiss you or start to take your clothes off Yuuji would intervene and put a stop to it. As your friend he was only looking out for you, he knew what kind of alpha Sukuna was. Yet it was mildly annoying to and left you with an even worse ache between your legs.

He never made a move to help you out, knowing that was a friendship boundary he couldn't cross. But Sukuna could, he didn't even see you as a friend. To Sukuna you were just another omega in heat. When he finally broke free of Yuuji's hold, even just for a night he visited you immediately. He didn't want to waste time, knowing full well that it was borrowed.

Good thing you were already so wet, it made it easy to slide one of his cocks into your pussy and fuck you like you needed to be fucked. Sukuna was unlike any alpha you've been with, he was beyond animalistic, beyond feral from being kept caged for so long. The years without a vessel, and now held back by it.

You could hear Sukuna talking, but it wasn't you he was talking to, you were just the one he was fucking. "Thought you could keep me from my pretty omega huh brat? Come on, you should have known better. She wanted me from the moment she saw me." Sukuna grinned down at you and pulled your body taunt by your wrists, keeping you pressed against him while his cock pistoned in and out of your clenching pussy. "Keep complaining all you want, we both know what she really wants."

"Sukuna, I-" All breath was knocked out of your lungs when he rushed to bite your neck. It wasn't hard enough to put a real mark there but for a split second you thought he might. "Yes." You told him even before he asked.

"Heh, told you so. She wants it. Don't you pretty girl? Are you gonna let me knot your cunt?" You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. "Fuck. I can't do it if you're so tight. But I like the challenge, I'll fuck my knot into you, even if I have to break you in the process."

His threat made a flood of wetness coat his cock. You were already half-way gone for him.

Sukuna pushed his second cock across your clit, "Told you she wants it. She wants my cock, my knot, she wants to be... mine. Don't like that huh Yuuji? This pretty omega sure does. I can tell she wants it. Look at how much she wants me to breed her full of my seed."

You almost didn't want to look at him in the eye, ashamed for how Yuuji would react when he returned to his body. But Sukuna wasn't gonna let you get away with that act. He smiled at you as you hissed in pain when his third hand gripped into your hair and his fourth grabbed your chin, making it impossible not to look into his eyes.

His hips pushed flush against yours, your moans encouraging him to ram his thick cock into you, carving the shape of it into your inner walls. "You're taking it so well. An omega bitch in heat, made just for my cock." With his fast paced thrusts also came the equally fast smacks of his second cock against your sensitive clit, making your hips jerk upwards.

The spicy aggressive scent of him was driving you mad. Just the fact that his own rut got triggered by being around you when you were in heat made your cunt spasm around his cock, adding to the slippery wetness, making it easy for his knot to slip inside you. "Your knot, god..."

"Hurts?" He asked with equal parts worry and smugness.

"It's big but it feels good. I want your cum too! Please Sukuna, come inside me." The previous sense of shame you felt was gone when you felt the knot on his second cock brushing against your cunt. You couldn't take two at once but that didn't mean he couldn't switch. "I want the other one too."

"Do you? Naughty little omega. Let's see how you handle one first. Are you ready for me to give you my cum?" You nodded and let your cunt spasm around him, clamping down around his cock, your toes curling and voice on the verge of giving out as his thrusts turned short and quick. His cum splashed inside of you, safely locked inside by his knot. "Don't you dare bite my neck." He could feel your teeth grazing him. You whimpered in protest, and he seemingly had mercy.

But it wasn't his neck, it was his hand that met your teeth. Enough for now.

"So needy." He laughed at you as he pulled his hand away and kissed the bite mark you left behind. "My knots take a bit of extra time so you enjoy it while you can. As soon as it goes down I'm putting the next one into you. I'm gonna make sure to knock you up tonight." He looked behind him while snickering, and you could almost hear Yuuji's voice, cursing at him.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #sukuna smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #sukuna headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagine #sukuna imagine #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jjk x female reader

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dogwithrabies · 7 months

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【★】 cws: sub!scara, gn reader but described as afab, whiny scara

【☆】 I got a few requests for a part 2 of *this* , so i spent the past few weeks trying to come up with something, enjoy (not proof read)

word count: 3.2k

The sun shines on your eyes, the warm light slowly waking you up. Slowly blinking the fogginess away, you take conscience of the empty space next to you.

Did he leave you behind?

Your eyes shift as they spot movement, his back is facing you and he seems busy with tying the bow on his obi. He stops as he hears you sitting up behind him.

“I got you breakfast,” he points at a sunsettia on his right. He doesn’t give you time to thank him, immediately speaking up again. “Buer was asking how the expedition was going, we should probably hurry up,”

You stop half-bite in the sunsettia as the words sink in- but again he's faster, almost as if he sensed your confusion.

“She watches over me when I'm outside of the Palace,” there’s a tinge of annoyance as he keeps speaking, “I still am her prisoner after all.”

“... Does she watch over you, like, all the time?”

You stumble with your words as you gather your composure, the prospect of Nahida witnessing yesterday’s event is enough to make you panic for a second.

His shoulders tense momentarily, "No, she knows when to look away." A slight pink dusts his cheeks as he thinks about your hands on him again.

Quickly munching your way through breakfast and packing the tent back up, your travels resume once again.

The trek is still mostly silent, just less awkward this time. The wanderer slowed down his pace to match it with yours, walking next to you instead of being miles ahead.

The mission itself was relatively easy- just retrieving an object- a dendro core or whatever Buer said it was called. The only issue was its location, deep into the Avidya forest, hence why she decided to send the Wanderer after it.

He reluctantly accepted, (not that he had a choice to begin with, being her "prisoner" and all), even less willing when Buer mentioned Aether accompanying him. He was already dreading the prospect of walking around with that annoying flying thing, and then you showed up. And he thought things couldn't get worse.

He finds himself thinking about your words over and over "You're stuck with me now." He hopes it wasn't just an "in the heat of the moment" thing. The way you held him and kissed him had strings tugging at his non-existent heart, beating so loud it was ringing in his ears.

He was considering slowing down the mission's progress just to have an excuse to be close to you again. But that thought quickly gets swatted away, with the core now retrieved it was time to head back.

***

Nahida's words echoed in the Palace of Surasthana, sounding solemn and serious as she explained the importance of the core.

But the Wanderer was not listening. His eyes unfocused and staring at the ground. So deep in thought he didn’t even notice the fleeting glances Buer was giving him. She quickly wraps up her discourse, dismissing you both with a smile.

It was kind of anti-climactic, the day went surprisingly smooth, no twists or epic adventure. You think about Aether and Paimon, who somehow always manage to find themselves in the eye of the storm of any situation, for a second you envy them, but yet again the thought of dealing with problem after problem deters you from that thought. You’ve had enough action, after all, you got to see Kunikuzushi’s carefully crafted façade crumble in front of you like a tower of cards. He was even more docile after the deed and didn’t even bother to come up with any insult to throw at you during the trek back. You wanted to see more of that, you decided.

You hear his footsteps as he walks away from the center of the grandiose room. His beautifully crafted sleeves sway with each step. Quickly catching up with him, he glances at you. There’s a sly smile on your face, it seeps in your tone as you speak.

“Where are you going?”

He sounds a bit exasperated as he responds, “To my room.” It’s a short sentence, as if he was trying to get away with the bare minimum of conversation.

“Oh, right. You’re still staying here.” The whole palace was stunning, intricate designs adorning both the inside and the outside walls. Was his room as fancy?

“Can I see it? your room, I mean.” He grumbles while still walking. “Why? There is nothing to see. It’s a momentary allocation anyway.”

"But I’m curious.” You catch up when he puts a little bit of distance between you again. Why can’t he just deny you? He can’t bring himself to say no to you this time, sighing silently as he finds himself in front of the door of his room.

“... I guess. Since we’re already here.” He reluctantly pushes the door letting the both of you step inside. The tinted glass of the window gives a peaceful atmosphere, the sun rays emanating a nice heat wherever they land. He stands in the middle of the room awkwardly, following your gaze as you look around.

Sure, it’s a fancy room, but it’s just so bare.

There’s one bed, the blankets and pillows are perfectly smoothed out, one wardrobe in the corner of the room, and nothing else. It doesn’t even look lived-in, perhaps Nahida cleaned it up while he was out but you highly doubt that. Clean and organized to the bare fits him, you conclude.

“You’ve seen it now. You can leave.” He mutters under his breath as he puts down his hat. You decide to play with him for a bit.

“Aw, already kicking me out?” You feign being hurt as you walk up to him.

He looks up to you as your hands reach out to him, playfully twirling the tufts of hair on his neck. “I’ve had enough of you these past few days.” Liar. He can’t bring himself to admit that he craves your touch, denial is more comfortable. Your eyes lock for a second, deeply staring into each other.

His mouth opens for a few seconds, but whatever words he was conjuring up die down in his throat as he sighs and closes his eyes.

Docile.

“If you want something you have to speak up.” You slowly close the gap between your bodies. The zones where your body comes in contact with his are warm.

Insufferable. He thinks. Of course, you’d make him work for it, but he decides to play along.

“Same goes for you, you’re all over me.” It’s his turn to smirk now, he caught you off guard, that sly smile disappearing momentarily.

“Oh? But I thought I was being pretty clear.” Your hands glide from his neck to his waist, squeezing it slightly before pulling him forward.

“I want you, Kunikuzushi.” You whisper near his ear. Your hot breath on his neck makes him shudder. Dammit. Once again, he tries to speak up but stops. Since when did he get so hesitant? But he can’t think of any other scenario where he found himself utterly speechless. It’s only around you. He stills as your fingers press deeper into his waist, growing impatient at his lack of a response. You stare at him in the eyes, but looks away almost instantly-

“Do whatever you want,” he grumbles, a cute shade of pink covering his cheeks.

You get close to his face, so close he can feel you exhaling, his eyes flutter closed and he slightly leans in. Cute.

You don’t make him wait, one hand grabbing his cheek as you close the gap. His breath hitches as if he wasn’t entirely expecting you to kiss him. Your hand grabs his arm as you direct it around your neck, he immediately sinks it into your hair.

It’s a bit funny how quickly he crumbles when you touch him, although he’d rectify and say it’s pathetic. How could he give into such silly desires so easily anyway? It felt good, having someone like him, stoic and silent, turn to putty with a simple kiss. If anyone caught you in a compromising situation like this the gossip at the Akademya would spread like wildfire, but it doesn’t turn you off, in a way it spurs on that possessive streak in you. It would let everyone he’s off the market. Whether he’s unaware or simply doesn’t care about it, many people turn their heads towards him when they see his fair face and striking red eyeliner. And it’s not just because of his unusual clothing, he’s just so pretty.

You pull away slightly, gasping for air silently, you’re met with resistance for a second, the Wanderer’s hand remains at the back of your head, as if he didn’t that moment to end.

He doesn’t need to fill his lungs with air, but you do. Your human need for air never bothered him until this moment. How he wishes he could just kiss you forever, but he doesn’t plan on asphyxiating you with his lips.

As if reading his mind, your lips return on his once again, just more aggressively. Deeper. You actively push him back, he stumbles until his back is met with the wall.

Now, you’ve got him trapped. Not that he would ever want to escape from your touch.

Your hands slide down his obi to his shorts. It was one of the first things you noticed about him when you saw him- those hip windows. It would be so easy to sneak your hand into one of the two holes and grab him. You wonder for a moment if he himself came up with such a slutty outfit. Your thumbs massage the skin of his hips, separated only by the thin fabric of the body suit. You can’t reach the front in this position, so you opt to shuffle your hand under the fabric of his shorts and get a good grab of his butt.

He freezes momentarily, breaking off the kiss.

“What?” You ask, your eyes boring into his. He deadpans.

Your gaze lowers, admiring his puffy lips, then lower.

His member formed a nice bulge on the front of his shorts. You lowered your hand to the hem of his shorts and dragged him closer to you. Now he was effectively sitting on your thigh, the sudden contact making him shudder.

"would you stop teasing me?" he says in an irritated tone.

You don't answer his question, opting to silence him with another kiss. He gasps in the kiss when he feels your hand outlining his bulge. It's so painfully slow, and you don't seem to have any intention to speed up.

So he takes matters into his own hands and pushes his hips towards you, grinding both on your thigh and hand.

"Don't do that." You're quick to chastise him, taking your hand away.

Too many clothes, you think, the fact that he’s still fully clothed is a complete failure on your end.

Your hand moves to his obi again, pulling on the bow until it comes loose and slides on the floor. The familiar movement brings you back to the last time you did this.

Oh, how you wanted to see him all ruined once again.

You hook your finger on the waistband of his shorts, pulling those down too.

His member springs up, now free from its confinements, your eyes linger momentarily on the marks on his thigh you left last time- they’re a bit faded but still visible, but before your hand reaches out to it he stops you.

You raise an eyebrow at him, and he blushes slightly.

“Let me do something for you.” He searches in your expression for a hint of disagreement,

and when he doesn’t see any he proceeds to tug upwards at your shirt until it’s off.

“We are not outside this time.” It seems a plain statement, but you know he means that there is no rushing or fear of getting caught this time. There’s also the commodity of being in his room.

He slowly backs you until you hit the bed, taking the hint, you hike up until you’re laying with your back on the pillows. He shimmers out of his shorts before joining you, awkwardly nestling himself in between your legs.

It’s then that he decides you’re still wearing too many clothes. He hooks his finger under your bottom-wear, pulling it all down in one fell swoop. His eyes fall down immediately. The sight makes him throb, something that you don’t miss. You’d tease him for it but he leans forward again, kissing you softly. It’s short, just a quick peck.

He hesitantly puts his hand on your waist. It’s then that you realize he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing. It’s more endearing than anything, the fact that he wants to please you despite his blatant inexperience.

“Your hands?” you speak. Putting your hands on his. He seems to think for a moment, not giving you any answer, he just slides his body lower onto the bed until his face is just over your cunt.

So he wants to repay you, hm?

He hovers momentarily over it before giving an experimental lick on your sensitive nub, then another, and another.

He puts a bit more pressure this time, even going lower, his tongue swiping over your entrance, collecting your slick. You taste good. Unlike him, he remembers how he could taste himself when you kissed him last time, internally cringing at the memory.

Your hands reach out to his head, entangling themselves in his hair, holding him in place. He takes this as a sign to keep going.

His tongue gets more confident, exploring deeper, pressing harder. His lips close around your clit as he gives it a sharp suck and you moan.

He wants to hear more of that.

He needs to.

His tongue swipes over your slick again, then goes back up and swirls around your clit. This entices more moans from you, only spurring him on, to do better.

His hips twitch against the mattress, slowly humping the sheets.

Hands…Hands. He remembers your question from before, and slides his hand down until it’s prodding at your entrance. He pushes one finger in, feeling how easily it sinks he plunges in another one.

You’re warm, even warmer than he remembers. He spreads his fingers, exploring your insides. He pumps them in and out a few times before taking them out, a slick line connecting them to your core.

It’s then he decides that he can’t take it anymore, a bit disappointed at his lack of self-control he quickly licks them clean before climbing back on you.

His face is so messy. You can see your juices coating his lips and chin. Your hand reaches out to his face, swiping over it in an attempt to make him look less debauched. It’s a lost cause, and he doesn’t seem to care, too preoccupied with aligning himself with your hole.

Quickly glancing at you as if asking for permission, he lets out a breath he doesn’t know he was holding when you nod.

You reach between your bodies as he looks attentively, your hand grabs his dick and pushes the tip against your entrance. He shudders before pushing his hips forward, sinking into you.

You feel so good around him- the involuntary twitches of your cunt, it feels like you’re sucking him in. He resists the urge of just rutting into you like a horny animal but he knows he won’t get that far regardless. Just pushing in a little bit more makes his knees give out. He catches himself on his elbows, stopping himself before headbutting you.

He hears you giggle, not having the force to even face you.

“That good?” but he doesn’t answer- so you follow up.

“It’s fine, just take your time.” your hand slides under his chin, raising it until he’s facing you.

The blush is even more evident now, pink dusting all over his cheeks and his frustrated expression. Your hand moves up, swiping his bangs out of his face before both your hands come up to cup his face and bring it closer for a kiss.

He melts into the kiss, your tongue swipes over his lips and he obliges, granting you access. His hips surge forward once, twice, trying to find a rhythm he’s content with. He’s met with little to no resistance. His dick hits deep inside you, slowly he picks up a decent pace.

There’s an obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, the wetness making its own noise. He tries holding back any embarrassing noises, but it’s futile, he finds himself moaning into your mouth. He’s almost whimpering. Voice higher than he’d like it to be. Your hand clutches his hair harder, surely ripping out some strands. He likes that.

None of his pathetic attempts at fucking himself into you could top you riding him. He wishes you’d just grab him and flip him over. Mark his skin again, bite him, leave darker marks. Ride him until he’s shooting blanks, and even then don’t stop. And then you’d take care of him, hold him.

He whimpers a bit louder, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, completely covering you as he picks up the speed. His thrusts are shallower now, but hit faster and harder.

“So g-good… Fuck, you feel so good.” He says, voice muffled by your neck. He can feel his voice going higher. near whining territory. His lips settle on your neck, leaving dark spots but also muffling more of his embarrassing whimpers.

He twitches inside you, practically throbbing. “I can’t- I can’t take it anymore.” He manages to utter in-between moans. More curses spew out of his mouth and he bites down.

“It’s okay, sweet boy” You push your hand in between your bodies, reaching to rub your clit. “You did good.”

As your own orgasm gets closer, your insides clamp on him like a vice. With a final muffled whimper, he comes- the sensation of his seed filling you bringing your own climax. He keeps thrusting, riding out both your orgasms before collapsing rather roughly on you. He doesn’t even make an effort to move, somehow finding himself breathless, and he doesn’t even need air. You don’t seem to mind, softly brushing out his messy locks while he recuperates.

It’s only when he's completely soft that he rolls over, the sight of his cum leaking out of you making him blush. You don’t let him dwell on it for too long, caressing his side slowly.

He fucked you and somehow he looks more ruined out of the two.

***

After you proposed cleaning up, he realized just how much of a mess the blankets were. It was already late by that point- and there were no spares in the palace anyway. No use keeping furniture that you don’t need, Buer doesn’t need sleep (he would argue he doesn’t either.)

Neither of you wanted to sleep on the wet spot on the mattress, so you come up with the solution of squishing him against your body, wrapping him in your body heat.

He looks so small now, his arms slowly wrap around your waist while his head rests near your neck. Your hand glides down his back, lulling him into relaxation. It’s comfortable like this. Your breath fans over his head and your heart beats in a steady rhythm, he can hear it in this position.

“You’re staying, right?” he breaks the silence. It’s more of a demand than a question.

You just hum, the vibrations tickling the top of his head. He squeezes you slightly harder.

“That’s… good. Stay here.”

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heartfullofleeches · 25 days

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Dea [Worshipper God] comforting an upset Darling before Bed

Word Count: 1.2k. Commission 2/2.

Warnings: None besides some mild hurt/comfort. Pure fluff

No Pronouns for Reader. He/she/they used for Dea

“Penny for your thoughts, my grace?”

The slackness of your shoulders. Vacancy in your gaze. The incurious disposition to their cheerful greeting. All signs your vigilant adorer searches for upon being blessed with your return. As your most faithful and presumably sole devotee, Dea is forbearing to your woes - granting you time to settle in and breathe before airing their concerns.

A short walk to the couch with your hand in theirs, not another word spoken as the deity cautiously directs their touch to your shoulders - ushering you to the sanctity of the cushions. They proceed by relieving you of some of your burdens - peeling the damp coat from your arms and draping it over their right. As if this day couldn't get any worse for you, the beginnings of a storm had caught up to you right before you made it through the door. Dea knew they should have been more persistent when encouraging you to carry an umbrella with you, but the selfish part of them knew it'd serve to hasten your journey home.

Thankfully, aside from your jacket and hair, the rest of you was almost entirely dry. The deity excuses themselves to carry your coat elsewhere - returning seconds later with a towel in hand. Warmth radiates from the cloth as it's delicately placed atop your wet scalp. Only when her ears catch that awaited sigh of relief passing through your tight lips does their question reach you.

“Sure…”

It's pained - debilitated. There's that familiar, heart-rending sting swelling behind their eyes at the utter defeat in your voice. How he longed for the tears obscuring their vision to be sobs of joy… No- they mustn't cry when you are the one in turmoil. Dea waves a hand over their eyes, conjuring a small coin from their robes with the scant turn of their wrist. Taking your palm in theirs once more, the deity firmly places it in its center - closing your fingers around the offering with a tender kiss to the backs of your knuckles.

Upon first glance, it's simple to tell it's no ordinary penny. For one, it was significantly larger than one of typical size. Gold plated as an alternative to the common copper tinge. As your nails scrap over its surface, a thin line splinters the golden finish. You pick at the film with your nails until you're left with a white, faceless coin. You hold it closer to your face, sniffing curiously. No scent.

Hesitantly, you wedge the small disk between your teeth - biting down.

The coin breaks away as smoothly as butter whilst remaining firm on your tongue. As you chew, it makes a moment for any flavor to register. What you presumed to be white chocolate turned out to be… something else entirely. It doesn't quite taste like it anyway. This taste.. It reminds you of something. The first bite of a sweet you haven't had in some time. Did you eat so much of it that you grew bored of it? Was it not being sold anymore? Was it still in stores - and just didn't taste the same anymore?

Swallowing, you sigh. Where do you begin? Do you tell them about the falling out with your friends? Your troubles at work? How everytime it feels like you're taking a step forward in life, you're knocked three back? Your mind is racing, yet the rest of you feels so drained. It's all too much. At least for one night.

“I'm just… tired, Dea. That's all.”

Dea’s lips remained sealed - expression one of contemplation. It softens, fingers tucking a now dry strand of hair behind your ear as they hushedly mutter. “Thank you for being honest.”

The deity slides a hand beneath your knees, the other positioned to your neck as they lift you up from the couch, heading towards your bedroom. “I would appreciate hearing the minor details in the morning, but for now I believe some well deserved rest is what you are in need of most. Come morning, I shall have a bath for you prepared soon as you wake. How does that sound?”

Had they possessed a human heart - it may have combusted upon the weight of your head falling to their shoulder. “That sounds… actually kinda nice…..”

Dea pushes the door open with their foot, adjusting you in their arms as they enter your bedroom, trailing leisurely towards the bed. The blankets had already been peeled back, awaiting your fated return just as she had. The god places you upright on the mattress, kneeling as they lift your foot into their lap. Dea unties the laces of your shoe, gently grasping your ankle as they remove the footwear, setting it on the floor beside your bed. They repeat the process with your other shoe, carrying both of them to your closet to be safely stored away.

Joining your side yet again, Dea helps you into bed - arranging your legs comfortably beneath the sheets before rolling them up to your chin with a corner left untucked for them to easily slide into once finished with their mission.

“I am so proud of you, My Grace.”

Your voice is muffled by the layers of blankets swathed over you. “For what?”

‘Just for being you. It's not easy - being human, facing so many hardships throughout such a short time on this earth. I wish I could take it all away. Keep you from those who may harm you. As much as it pains me, I am aware being with others of your kind is a necessary part of life… It's what allows me to grang you the freedom to run off into this cruel reality with me everyday….”

Dea pauses.

“N-not that you need my permission! It just kills me to see you hurting… I've probably talked your ear off enough for one night- Goodnight, My Grace.”

“Dea?”

Your voice is even harder to make out than before.

“Yes?”

“....Thank you….”

The stinging behind their eye makes it return, but isn't as melancholic as before. “It is my pleasure, Y/n. As always.”

The deity shuts off the lamp beside your bed, snuggling up next to you with a protective arm projected over you as exhaustion takes hold - your eyes drifting close to the soothing whispers of your eternal admirer.

“Sweet dreams, My Grace. Know as you fall asleep that I will always protect you. As your faithful disciple, and the one who cherishes you ever so dearly in my heart.”

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kurogane2512 · 8 months

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Service top Zoya x bottom fem Chief nsfw? 👁️ I like to think that even tho Zoya could get rough if she wanted to she still takes precautions to make sure she won't accidentally hurt the Chief with her strength

Oh yes soft dom Zoya all the way

18+ CONTENT MDNI

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Zoya x fem! reader (Chief)

Type: Smut (service top Zoya, fingering, thigh riding)

"Shh, Chief~" Zoya whispered in your ear from above, her body had you bent over your own office desk. She caged you from behind, her hands running all over and groping before sliding your shirt up to grab your breasts.

"Hnng~ Z-Zoya! Not here....please!" you moaned out when her cold fingers pinched your nipples, her tongue lapping up your neck as if she was waiting to mark you.

"You lost our arm-wrestling competition, Chief. You knew this was coming, now keep quiet unless you want your Adjutant to hear us~"

"L-Let's....go to a room— aah!~" she pulled your nipple while biting down your neck, a loud gasp leaving your mouth.

"There's no time for that, not when you are so wet~" her other hand moved towards you core, fingers rubbing over your pants. Zoya grinned and bit your earlobe, her fingers fiddled to unbuckle your pants and her hand immediately dipped inside your underwear.

"Heh....You are wetter than I thought. Does this turn you on, Chief? Being pinned and toyed with by your own convict?~"

You bit your lip as you struggled to reply. Zoya chuckled in your ear while continuing to rub your folds, her rough yet gentle fingers stroking your clit. You wanted her to go inside and touch you properly but you were too prideful to say it, it was embarrassing enough to do this in your office then this position made matters worse. You anticipated Zoya to be rough and ruthless given she was the wolf of Syndicate but she was surprisingly slow and gentle.

"What's wrong, Chief? Too aroused to speak?~"

Zoya teased by rolling her hips against your ass, a whimper leaving your lips at that. She was toying with you, but she was also careful of your state. She truly wanted to devour you but she couldn't bear to hurt you in any way, you were more important to her than she herself realized.

"P-Please....just..." you stuttered a request.

"Hm? What was that?~"

"J-Just touch me, please...!"

Zoya smirked in amusement, "How desperate you have become~"

She suddenly released you and leisurely sat back on your chair before pulling you on her lap, your front facing her now.

"Go on, do it yourself. Take it as a reward for being so obedient~"

You pouted at her, earning a chuckle in response before she went to wrap her lips around your nipple and sucking. You arched back as you gripped her shoulders and began rutting back n forth, her hand supporting you by your waist and helping you move. Her tongue lapped your nipple followed by her teeth lightly grazing and biting it, a strangled moan leaving your mouth while you held onto her head and hugged her closely.

"Z-Zoya...Zoya....please....!~"

"Aww~ How cute you are, Chief. Seeing you this way is making me want to watch you further than help you~"

You shuddered as her tongue licked up your chest you, her lips seeking to mark every part of your neck while you continued your movements on her lap. Her pants were long drenched in your juices and you felt so sinful and dirty but couldn't stop, she finally gave in and played with your clit while you rubbed. You grinded on her thigh faster, feeling you orgasm approaching.

"Go on, Chief. Cum for me, show me how dirty-minded you are~"

You bit your lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, a wave of pleasure washing over you when you came and squirted on her thigh. She grinned and didn't stop rubbing your clit, milking you of every last drop that stained her pants. You panted out and embraced her tightly as she softly kissed you and patted your back, "Well done, my good girl~"

#path to nowhere #ptn zoya #ptn x reader #zoya x reader #ptn zoya x reader #ptn smut #zoya smut

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chilumi-shipper · 1 year

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My Favorite Girl (2)

Arataki Itto x Shrine Maiden!Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 2 of My Favorite Girl, you unexpectedly return, missing everything and everybody. You want to make things clear, does he still love you? And do you still love him?

Tags: Two lines with curses, Bullying in work place, Angst to Fluff

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Itto remained seated by the docks, similar to how his days ended the past month. The burning ache of your departure never left him, in fact, it has only gotten worse, your lack of presence making itself known to him and a certain mini-sized bull.

Two months.

You've been gone two months, double the time you said you were gonna spend on Watatsumi Island. All his prayers to see a boat containing you had been ignored, much like the letters he sent to you while you were gone.

"Hey, babe! How's the job treating you?"

"I know you'll ace this job like you always do! What is it that Shrine Maidens do specifically that they have to switch locations? Well anyway, you'll do so good, you probably won't even need a full month to finish the job."

"Looooveee, don't let Ushi warm your side of the bed for too long, okay? His sleep moos are kinda annoying, ya know? Ohh, crap! He caught me writing you a letter!" This particular letter had a bite mark and a hoof print of the sleep moo-er.

"So... I don't know how to start this up without sounding like a total jerk, but... Well, first I wanna say happy birthday! Very very late happy birthday..." This letter was quite long, yet it received no reaction.

"You haven't returned any of my letters yet, which is totally okay if you're too busy! But I just wanna know if you're okay... I really miss you, Ushi misses you, the gang too! It been a little bit over a month, waiting for you~ I love youu." This letter was signed by each member of the Arataki Gang, each with their own little message.

A few letters of concern goes by, no response.

"It's been two months, my darling... When are you coming back home?" He wrote this one drunk and in tears, the feeling of missing you sinking deeper and deeper into his gut, not letting him shrug off the feeling like he did before.

"Boss! Look what I found in your mail!" The loud shout of Akira irritated the many people at the docks of Ritou, but it did its job of catching the oni's attention.

Itto turned to see the gang running up yo him. "Hey! You can't just go through my mail like that! What if you accidentally open ones for Y/N? She'd kill ya!"

"Yeah, I know, boss. But I actually got this from the mail delivery before it reached your house, sooo... this isn't your mail yet..." Akira remarked, proudly showing off his loophole.

Kuki Shinobu rolled her eyes before urging him, "Go on then, show him."

The Akira, Mamoru, and Genta excitedly showed Itto the letter in Akira's hands. "From Miss Y/N herself! Ohhh, is our Honorary Maiden about to return? We must rejoice!" Genta exclaimed, hyping up the other members too. Ushi himself couldn't keep his little body from jumping in joy.

"Looks like we don't have to go to Watatsumi for a grand Arataki rescue mission."

"Yeah, hmmm... I was kinda excited about that though."

"Now, hold on..." Shinobu broke their thrilled conversation. "We haven't even read the letter."

"Shinobu's right. Maybe... she just wants to say there's nothing to worry about, and she'll be staying there longer..." The hopeless voice coming from the oni, perhaps preparing for dissapointment, didn't go unnoticed. The gang noticed the change in attitude their leader has been having a few weeks after you left, getting worse with each passing day without you.

"Aww, boss, don't be like that! I'm sure Miss Y/N's had enough of Watatsumi now, she's probably preparing to head home right now." Mamoru attempted to comfort his boss, but Itto has told himself the same so many times that he feels like he can no longer hold the statement in a high regard.

Ushi softly pushed Itto's ankle with his hoof, urging him to open the letter.

"I apologize, my dear. This letter may be long overdue, but I want to let you know that I am doing just fine, there is nothing to worry about. I will be returning in just a short while, I trust that Ushi has kept my side of the bed warm for me, hehehe. To the Arataki Gang, I missed you all as well, I look forward to seeing you. And as for my beloved, Itto, let's talk once I'm there."

"She's really coming back home!" Everyone celebrated, but Itto's mind started spinning.

The most terrifying words... "Let's talk..." without a hint of emotion.

He looked at the letter once again...

Not even an I love you.

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Itto didn't expect the "returning in just a short while" to be just a few hours after he received the letter.

But when he found the door of your shared home open, you were standing visibly inside with your luggage laying on the ground, he could only stand in shock.

He has been dreaming of your return for the past month, but he hasn't exactly thought about how he was gonna greet you, he wasn't even sure whether you were still upset about how he treated you then.

"Y/N..." He whispered the name of the love of his life into the air, being loud enough to just about graze your ears.

You turned to look at him, and immediately, your heart fluttered at the sight. The ever so idiotically dashing man you think is still yours. Your heart sunk at the thought, opting to smile at him instead.

"Itto... Am I still welcome here?" There's a pain constantly in your chest when you think of him. Is his home still your home? Have you been thoroughly replaced? Did you absence spark something between him and a certain ninja you know?

"What are you-" The oni started of confused. "Of course you're welcome here! This is your home, did you think Ushi clamed your ownership entirely? He only took up the bed, but that's it, really." You giggled at his remark, finding it easy to talk to him still.

"It's just that you probably didn't expect me to come back now. My letter was pretty late, as I've heard." You reasoned as you look around, seeing that practically nothing has changed from when you left.

"Well, you wanted to talk, so let's save that for later, why don't we?" Itto picked up all of your luggage, reminding you of his pride of not making two trips just to transport something, prompting you to smile as you nodded at his suggestion.

Your smile lit up the house he found so lonely while you were gone, so naturally, he noticed you smiling at him, and it brought a light feeling to his heart. "What? Missed your strong oni carrying everything for you?"

Your oni... Is he really?

Your smile faded a bit, but you made sure to catch yourself so he wouldn't notice, "Yeahh, I really did..."

...

"So you're the maiden from Narukami right? The one in love with an oni?" You caught the condecending tone of another Shrine Maiden as she spoke to you.

You decided to ignore the way she spoke to you. "Yes, that's right! How can I be of assistance?"

"Mind throwing this to the garbage, just some useless junk mail." She placed a sizable amount of crumbled and shredded paper onto your hands. "Thanks." After giving you the most ungrateful thanks, she walked away giggling with her friend.

You merely sighed, heading for the trash can, pouring the paper in the bin. Just as you were about to walk away, you noticed something on the paper... Ushi's signiture hoof print.

With a gasp, you grabbed it and read the letter that was at such a sorry state. The letter was light hearted, yet when you read it, you almost broke down right next to the garbage. You scooped up the rest of the paper you just threw away and hurriedly ran back to your quarters. Most of the letters are in pieces, but you still needed to see what they say.

After two months in Watatsumi, you only received their letters then.

...

You're finally back home, the suffocating air the Watatsumi Shrine Maidens breathe no longer in your lungs. You took another look of the house as Itto carried your things into your shared room.

In a tired manner, you sat down on the couch, and Ushi immediately took a seat next to you. "Hello, my little bull..." You cooed affectionately, patting his head, which he all responded to positively.

Everything is where it should be... so normal and so familiar.

"Darling! I have a surprise for you! I almost forgot since, ya know, you came unex-" Itto's excited voice and enthusiastic movements halted when he saw you sitting down on the couch. "Y/N...?"

Your head was down, small sobs came from your throat, and he can tell that you're trying yo hold them in. You curled up into a ball, sobs getting louader as you can no longer hold such a pain in your heart.

"Itto, please... I need you..." At your call, the oni dropped his gift to the ground and hurried to your side before pulling you to his chest. "Let me stay here..."

"Love, it's okay... I'm right here. And you can stay right here too." He kissed the top of your head, rubbing you shoulder to calm you down.

"Don't leave me all alone. Do-Don't forget about me..." You were begging, clinging onto him. Hoping he wouldn't walk out the door without a thought.

You wrapped your arms around him, sitting on his lap before burrying your face on his neck. The concerned oni didn't completely understand, but he understood that you needed him, so he's going to be there, he isn't leaving you alone in your home this time.

...

"Feeling better?" With a grin, Itto placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. The sight of you nodding left him feeling relieved.

"I'm right here, darling, alright?"

"Do you still love me?" The oni was shocked by the suddenness of your question. You looked at him, expecting an answer.

After composing himself, Itto stood in front of you at the dinner table, giving you the same look. "I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love."

"But you gave me a reason to... question it..." You pointed out sheepishly.

The man you love sighed, "I know, and I'm hoping... if you let me, I can make up for that..." He then proceeded to place a gift in front of you, right next to the hot chocolate.

"My very very late birthday present?" You gestured at the gift with a smile.

You felt in your heart that... you should trust his words, to let him prove his love. So you will.

"So you did receive my letters..." He teased right back.

"It's a long story..." You sighed, looking at the present in front of you.

"And I'll be hapy to hear it, love. Because I will always be here." Itto walked up to you and proceeded to wipe the lone tear that fell from your eye.

You stood up and jumped at him, hugging him immediately. "I'm really sorry, Itto... I shouldn't have left."

Tears yet again fell to your cheeks, "But when you forgot about my birthday, about our special day... about me..." You recalled the many nights you spent without him by your side.

"It made me... questionn your love..."

The love of your life hugged you back, letting you lean on his chest. "Then let me ask you now... Do you still love me?"

You chuckled against him.

"I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love." He couldn't help but let out the biggest grin when you said that.

The oni let go of you, before bringing the gift to your attention. "Since you love me so much, you'll let me take you out on a date and wear this, right?"

As he opened the box, you saw a necklace with a pendant that in a shape of a bull... he knows you too well. Yes, this is the beautiful jade necklace, it is made out of jade, soooo...

You hear a moo at the your feet, making you look down. "Oh, and here comes Ushi." Itto bantered with the idea of him and the bull being competitors for your love.

Ushi presented to you a wilting flower, along with the purest eyes you can see on a bull.

"Ohh, my sweet darling, thank you so much!"

Itto scoffed, "He literally plucked it out of the neighbor's garden, he almost cried when he was being shouted at."

"Ahh, Ushi has faced such a great trial for this flower, I appreciate it even more."

As the two compete for your love just like old times, the hot chocolate on the table goes cold.

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"Uh, Shinobu..." The boat of the rest of the Arataki Gang docked at Watasumi Island. "What are we doing here again?" Mamoru questioned the green haired girl.

"Apparently, there's a problem about receiving mail in the Sangonomiya Shrine, and that's why Miss Y/N took so long to get back home." Kuki Shinobu clarified. "Miss Yae asked us to take care of it. Think of this as part of the rescue mission you were talking about."

"Yeahh, alright! Let's kick some mail troblemakers butts!" Akira exclaimed.

"Yep, that's exactly what Miss Yae asked for. This is probably the only Shrine Maiden related thing I like, except for Miss Y/N, of course."

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After a year with no update...

I was done with a lot of things on my plate (thankfully) so I thought, why not pick up an old project :3

Thanks so much for everyone's patience, for waiting for part 2 of this story for such a long time, I appreciate you guys (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Tags: @l0diluvs @iiyumii @lockem @t4m3-simp @eliciana @freezombielover

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact fluff #genshin angst #arataki itto x reader #genshin impact itto

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hailuchiha · 17 days

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Caretaker

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

Summary: Itachi was supposed to return DAYS ago! It wasn't like him to ever return late from a mission. His sister, whom he left in the care of his partner Kisame, has been a ball of anxiety, getting worse each day. Kisame is also worried now, but when things come to a head, he takes his frustration out in a different way.

prompt filled for this anon ask

size difference; sort of noncon; cnc; sexual frustration; betrayal of trust; frustration; anxiety; found family drama; partially clothed; out in the open; power imbalance; anger issues; belly bulge; choking;

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Caretaker

It had been days.

Itachi was supposed to be back days ago.

Kisame, whose care he'd left his precious sister in, almost felt as agitated as the younger Uchiha felt. While he knew how capable Itachi was, he just couldn't account for his partner's absence being this long.

Besides, he was running out of things to say to calm the brat down. At least, he was running out of believable things to say.

Plus, brat was sort of an insult to the gorgeous young woman.

"Kisame," she whined, her doe eyes wide and tearful as she stomped up to him. "Why isn't aniki back yet? You say everyday that he'll be back any day!"

"How the hell am I supposed to know," the swordsman growled, also running thin on patience by now. "Just... go hunt a rabbit or somethin to keep yourself busy. And useful."

The young woman frowned, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder as her hands went to her hips, lower lip wobbling a little despite her frown.

"You're saying I'm not useful?" she said in a dangerous tone.

Kisame wanted to roll his eyes, trying not to stare at her heaving bosom and the pretty flush heating her cheeks.

"Don't start this again, woman!" he responded, though his bark had no bite. "Just don't pester me anymore."

"Huh. Some caretaker you are," she scoffed, even as she started to turn away. "You know, Itachi left me with you so you'd take care of me."

She had been backing off, not really even insulting him. But something about either what she said or the way she'd said it made his pent up emotions flare up.

He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her indignant squawk as she was carried like that, and left the clearing to head into the cover of the surrounding darkness of the forest.

"Hey," she cried out as he threw her gently onto moss-covered ground.

"You're quite the ungrateful brat, aren't ya," he hissed, climbing on top of her and refusing to let her squirm about or escape him.

Something feral flared inside Kisame, and he gave into it, grinning wildly as he groped her ample breasts, his large hands squishing and squeezing the soft mounds.

She was panting from the exertion as she bucked under him, trying in vain to throw off his balance. Kisame would have been impressed at her valiant efforts if he didn't find her helplessness, her inability to even budge him, hilarious.

"You wanted me to play caretaker, huh?" Kisame huffed, bending down to kiss and lick at neck before biting down harshly. He smirked when she yelped, glaring at him with a mixture of shock and fear.

"You'd better stop!" she said, but her voice was all wobbly and breathless.

"I think not," he said, grinding down on her so she felt his cock rubbing firmly against her belly. "Since you couldn't appreciate all the hard work I did taking care of ya, providing for ya, all this time your brother's been gone, methinks you need to be taught a lesson. As your caretaker, I got the right. 'Sides, I deserve some sort of payment too for dealing with ya."

With that, he didn't wait for the Uchiha woman to respond, and simply tore off her underwear and leggings in a single yank, leaving them tangled at her ankles when they got stuck on her shoes. He pulled up her dress so it was pooled up around her tiny waist, the pale, silky smooth skin of her bare legs exposed for his hungry eyes. His cock twitched in appreciation, a wet spot appearing in his pants where he leaked precum already.

"Fuck," he mumbled, eyeing her pretty little cunt, watching almost mesmerized even as his oversized fingers idly played with her soft lips.

His eyes shot up when she whimpered, trembling, and he smirked when he saw the needy look in her eyes even as she tried to cross her legs to keep some semblance of decency.

Kisame chuckled, flicking her nose before gripping her plush thighs and spreading her legs, not allowing her to hide.

"Now, now, little one," he crooned. "Don't be all shy on me now! You were mouthy enough to pester me the whole two weeks your brother was gone."

"P-Please, Kisame," she still begged, eyes not meeting his even as her warm walls became slick with Kisame's attention, his finger making delicious wet sounds as it moved within her folds.

"Please what?" he asked with a smirk.

"L-Let's not do this... I won't bother you again," she said, not meeting her eyes, her nails digging into his still-clothed thighs.

Kisame barked out a laugh.

"Tell that to your greedy lil cunt," he countered, smacking her pussy and delighting in the strangled sound she made. "You even went through the trouble to shave it. Didja do it for me? Now be a good girl and let daddy have some fun... You've stressed me out enough the past few days," he said, pulling out his cock and smirking as he saw her eyes widen in horror.

Kisame knew he was girthy, that he was bigger than the average man... It came with the territory, what with him being around 7ft tall. He wondered if she was just playing coy, or if the little Uchiha would turn out to be a little cockslut after all.

He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, opening her up and relaxing her while using his other hand to tug at his cock a couple times till it glistened in his copious precum.

As he took out his fingers and replaced them with his thick head, he caught her eyes as she bit her lip, eyes trying to see where he was entering her. It took a few tries, his cock catching on her entrance every time he tried to push in. But finally, it worked. Kisame groaned at the sight of his fat cockhead slipping past her wet folds, stretching her pretty pussy painfully wide, if the grimace on her pretty face was anything to go by.

The young woman's face was flushed from the strain, and he took a moment to marvel at how pretty she looked, before slamming right in, not giving her more time to adjust.

To his delight, she threw her head back, as if in pleasure, her eyes rolled back and mouth dropped open in a soundless gasp as her pussy was stuffed with his oversized cock.

"Fuck," he groaned, wishing he'd undressed her completely when he bit into her shoulder and was met with the dissatisfying material of her dress rather than her delicious skin.

With no more patience, he started rocking into her, barely pulling out before slamming back in, groaning as the soft sound of her muffled gasps echoed around them, his eyes feasting upon the way her full breasts bounced each time he thrust in.

When her shoes became a problem, not allowing him to move as freely as he liked, he yanked them off in frustration before ripping the tangled mess of leggings and underwear off as well and tossing them aside.

Then, he pulled her onto his lap till her cunt was flush against him, his cock driving even deeper into her warm, wet folds.

With her back arched deliciously in this angle, the Uchiha's moans became louder, and she could almost swear the cock ploughing her was going all the way up to her throat. She felt a little dizzy, but she couldn't help but let her legs fall open wider in invitation, her blurry gaze fixed on the large blue form of the man she'd come to see as sort of a big brother over the years. Not anymore, she thought giddily to herself.

Kisame was pleasantly surprised when she giggled, looking completely out of it, and he responded by fucking her harder. He had his answer- she was definitely a cockslut.

"What's so funny, baby," he crooned, bracketing the endearment with sharper thrusts groaning as her nails dug into the exposed skin of his thighs in reflex.

"Jusss thinking about how y're not my brother anymo," she managed, though her speech was slurred and her breath being repeatedly punched out wasn't helping.

Kisame raised a brow, almost breaking into a cackle. This was fucked up.

"You're a dirty lil girl, yanno?" he said instead, sounding far too breathless for his liking.

She just giggled and wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling moans out of them both as the movement sheathed him in her smaller body completely.

As he continued to move into her, she thoughtlessly pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss, moaning as his hips stuttered in response.

The older man swore under his breath and hiked her hips higher, angling himself so he could rub her clit without breaking his momentum.

Her hands flew up to grip his arms, thighs twitching around him where they bracketed him, as high pitched moans fell from her reddened lips. Kisame could get used to the sight.

He chased his building high, keeping up the pace and not letting up as her body jerked and shuddered with pleasure, her cunt gripping his cock impossibly hard and throbbing around him as she came first. Kisame groaned, almost spilling then too, but he managed to wait till he'd fucked her through her orgasm before pulling out one last time and burying ballsdeep again, filling her with his load till her soft tummy bulged prettily.

Her eyes were still glassy, her chest heaving as she came down from the high, and Kisame gave in to the urge to lean down and capture her mouth in a filthy kiss.

"Good kitty," he muttered before pulling out, smirking at the sight of her pussy gaping wide open from taking him, and streaks of their mixed cum started to spill out.

"Let's getchu cleaned up," he said, pulling his gaze away from the delicious sight, only to chuckle when he saw her blissfully passed out.

Oh well. He didn't mind getting her cleaned up and dressed. Being caretaker wasn't so bad after all, the swordsman mused.

A/N: uh. this turned out to be very fun to write. i was planning to introduce itachi too but this got too long. maybe next time lol any typos will be fixed as soon as i find them

#dark itachi #tw dark content #tw dark naruto scenarios #kisame hoshigaki #dark kisame #kisame smut #kisame x reader #kisame x uchiha reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Does oddduck know that Bruce is Batman or is he just a billionaire helping out Superman? Bc if not it would be adorable for oddduck to go on one of her rabbit holes and gush about Batman meanwhile Clark’s eye is twitching.

I mean she knows but she knows because Clark accidentally let slip the truth- here's his eye twitching anyway

"It was fine, Clark- I just went because-"

"Fine. Right," Clark huffed, watching you pick up a box off your doorstep. "So what did-"

He breaks off and watches you for a second, watching you open the box carefully and pick up a card from the top, biting your lip as you read it before tucking it carefully aside and untying the string that held the brown paper in place. "Did you get an advance on something?" Clark asked, peering over your shoulder to see a leather-bound copy of a book.

"No-"

"It looks pricey," he said, feeling annoyed. Bruce didn't have any idea what he was doing. He couldn't. You were going to think- well. As he watched you open it carefully, skimming your fingers over the words, it was hard to tell what you thought. But, it didn't make him less annoyed.

"Y/N he's dangerous," Clark said softly.

"And you're a space Alien," you point out, "Basically any time we went out in the woods we were one laser blast away from living in ET."

"Y/N-"

"He doesn't even like me that way it's just- I talked about this book a lot when we were in Prague- and he's being nice."

"You like him," Clark said folding his arms.

"Is there anyone who doesn't? I mean isn't that-"

"No, you really like him," Clark said, straining to keep the distaste out of his voice. "But I don't think-"

"Well. Ultimately it doesn't matter what either of us think. It matters that he's just being nice and I'm a way to pass time-"

"Y/N he's not-"

"Pick a struggle, Clark. Either you want me to be happy or you want me to be bubble wrapped but those two things aren't possible at the same time," you sigh, carefully closing the book.

"The last time-"

"Is also not your business," you tell him. "I didn't ask you to interfere-"

"He was a piece of shit," Clark said, "And you just-"

"I didn't 'just' anything," you sigh. "Can you please-"

"If he doesn't treat you right-"

"We're not in a relationship!"

"Well he sent you a book so, if you're not you're the only one who doesn't know yet."

"Clark."

"Just pointing it out-"

"Well don't," you snap. "I don't interfere with you and Lois-"

"Since when?" he snorted.

"Knowing things against my will isn't the same as seeking the information out," you tell him. 'You both tell me everything. All the time. And fuck-"

When your voice breaks off and you walk away from him to get your composure back Clark stops and looks at the box on the table. "Y/N- I don't-"

"I love you both but fuck," you snap, "do you know how fucking lonely it is when your only two friends are a married couple? And every time-" You stop yourself and shake your head, wiping away frustrated tears. "You know what? It doesn't matter. Thanks for your concern but- I don't think it matters."

"Y/N-"

"I'm not talking about this anymore," you tell him. "I'll get the banana bread for you to take to Lois so you don't miss dinner."

Clark nodded silently felt quietly furious with himself as he listened to you rustling around in your kitchen. Of course you were lonely. And of course you were annoyed. And worse you felt like you couldn't say anything. "I'm sor-"

"No."

"Y/N."

"Extra no. Just take your banana bread and hug Lois for me."

"Call Ma," Clark scolded, letting himself be herded out the door, "She misses you."

"I will," you answer.

"Hey," Clark said gently, squeezing you against his side and kissing the top of your head, "I love you, kay? You're my favorite weirdo."

" 'kay," you murmur, hugging him back briefly before letting him go and stepping back into your house.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #odd duck!reader #ask answered #minors dni

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thelighthousestale · 5 months

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Light Is The Most Glorious

The Gryffindor common room was adorned with festive decorations of holly and garland, the stone walls echoed with the excited chatter of students ran up and down the dormitory stairs, preparing to leave for the Christmas holidays. Lily Evans, on the other hand, remained in the cozy stuffed chair near the warm fire. She had decided to stay in the castle for the holidays as she had several reasons to dread returning home for the upcoming break.

Her sister, Petunia, was bringing her new boyfriend home. Lily had yet to meet Vernon but Petunia had written her a letter explaining that under no circumstances was she to mention and of her freakishness and demanded that Lily behave like a normal person (Petunia had underlined the word 'normal' several times) because Vernon was a "very sensible man" and would not tolerate Lily's oddities.

To make matters worse, Lily didn't want to risk running into Severus Snape while wandering the familiar smoky streets of Cokeworth. She hadn't spoken to him since the start of summer and avoiding him at school was difficult enough.

But perhaps the most significant reason for Lily's reluctance to go home was the fact that it would be the first Christmas since her father's passing. What would Christmas be without his booming voice singing carols? Who would carve the roast? Vernon? Lily couldn't stomach the thought.

As her fellow Gryffindor students shouted have happy holidays to each other and exchanged gifts and goodbyes until the new year, Lily sat, pretending to be immersed in a book.

"Alright, Evans?" A familiar voice disturbed her solitude. "Already packed for the holidays? I see you are not joining in the frantic last-minute packing fray."

Lily looked up from her book and saw James Potter standing in front of her. His messy black hair illuminated by the glowing fire behind him. His head tilted in concerned as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I'm not going home."

"Oh really? Having Christmas at the Castle? That's always a -" James cut himself off as he noticed something going on behind Lily's head. "Oi! Wormtail! Those aren't your socks! Just put them on the table there, I'll get them to Moony when I head back up!"

"You know, you lot think those nicknames make you sound cool but they don't. Wormtail? That's so dreadful, I can't believe Peter is still friends with you."

James just waved her comments away with his hand. "Nah, he likes it."

"Does he or is he too sweet to object?"

"Sweet? Lily you've been hanging out with us for weeks now, you've had to realize Peter is, in fact, the worst of us."

Lily gave a snort in reply.

James took a seat on the ottoman in front of Lily, his hands clasped in front of him as he leaned in to speak lowly so only she could hear him. "Is everything OK, Lily? You seem less than joyous this festive season."

"I'm fine."

"OK..," James sounded doubtful that she was fine but he did't press it. Instead, he leaned in closer and beckoned Lily to do the same. "Want to see something magical?" he whispered.

Lily gave another snort, "Everything here is magical, is it not?"

James, undeterred, leaned back onto the ottoman and shrugged. "Yes, but I know all the castle secrets don't I? Aren't you a bit curious about any of them?"

Lily sighed and shook her head disbelievingly. If someone had told Lily one year ago that she would willingly join James Potter on one of his infamous late-night escapades she would have told them to go eat a sock. "OK, I'll bite. Take me to see this magical something."

"Fantastic!" James clapped and jumped up. "I'll just be a moment. I've got to get my cloak."

James darted off, first picking up the socks Peter had abandoned and then racing up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Just as Lily was starting to regret agreeing to James' offer he bounded back down the stairs holding a silvery lump of fabric under his arm.

James stopped right in front of Lily and noticed the fabric almost moved like liquid. It was breathtaking to look at up close, shimmering different shades of silver cascading around James' arms. Lily reached out a hand to touch it, curious to see if it would melt between her fingertips, but quickly pulled it back. "Is this the magical thing you wanted to show me?" Lily asked.

"What? No, this is my dad's invisibility cloak." He said softly "The secrets to all my successful missions of mischief. Now stand real close, and I'm sorry you'll have to hunch a bit. I used to be able to fit four of us under the cloak in first year but age has made us taller and now I can barely squeeze two. It's alright though, yes get as close as we can get. Not to worry, Evans, I have brushed my teeth today so you won't faint from goblin breath."

James whipped the cloak over their heads. Lily let out a gasp as she looked at the mirror above the fireplace and found she could not see themselves in the reflection. She felt a tickling laugh in her ear, "It's a bit wild at first isn't it?" James breathed from behind her. "Come on, steady now."

They shuffled across the common room floor and out the portrait hole. Lily was grateful that no one could see them as they must have looked pretty silly walking so slowly with their backs hunched.

Under the cloak, Lily and James ventured through the beautifully decorated halls of Hogwarts, avoiding the prying eyes of their fellow students. "You know Nearly Headless Nick served royalty as a Wizard of the Court?" James whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, everyone knows that."

"Well, as payment for his service, he was gifted many fine treasures. Gold, silk, paintings, swords. The usual, you know. And since he is a ghost he still has access to his Gringotts account."

"No, he doesn't! Why would a ghost need money?"

"Who do you think pays for the Death Day Parties? Dumbledore? Anyway, Sir Nick died in the 15th century so with interest his account at Gringotts is pretty sizeable. And a few years ago a young Hogwarts student went up to Nick and said "Hey, Sir Nick, is it true that ghosts feel time differently and for you a hundred years is a minute?" And Sir Nick answered yes, that is true. "Sir Nick," the student then asked, "Is it true that a thousand galleons are like a knut to you?" and Sir Nick replied yes, that is true. The student asked, "Sir Nick, can I have a knut?" "Sure," answered Sir Nick, "Just give me a minute."

Lily rolled her eyes "You are such a dork."

"Come on, that's a solid joke!"

"Yelling at me defeats the purpose of being invisible."

Eventually, as they wandered around the corridors, competing over who could tell the worst joke, Lily found James had led them to the base of Astronomy Tower. Lily twisted around to raise an eyebrow at James who only said "Trust me." in reply. They ascended the winding stairs of Astronomy Tower and with a high-pitched creak the door opened and Lily was greeted by the cold winter winds.

"Nothing extra magical about where we take classes, Potter," Lily remarked, as they stepped out into the night air.

With a quick and sudden movement, James removed the invisibility cloak. Lily put her arms around her, realizing how cold it was out on the tower and how warm she had felt with James hunched over her when they were under the cloak.

"Why did you bring me here?" Lily shivered and looked at James, who she could barely see in the darkness. He brandished his wand and created blue flames in his hands that he then floated in the space between them, enveloping them in a circle of warmth. Lily could now see him smiling.

"Look up," was all James said.

Above them, the night sky was a celestial canvas, painted with ethereal hues that danced and wove a mesmerizing tapestry of light. Wisps of color, like whispers of a cosmic secret, materialized on the dark heavens. The sky crackled with electric greens, blues, and purples, radiant and otherworldly, gently cascading from the inky expanse above. As Lily stared awestruck by the cosmic spectacle, she felt that time had lost its grip and that she was starting to float high above, in lights.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked breathlessly.

"You looked sad today." James had moved to stand a bit closer to her. "I don't like to see my friends sad on Christmas."

#harry potter fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #jily #get ready for more holidays fics #is this jsut friends hangin out?#or is this a first date?#James and Lily are confusing everyone around them with their relationship status #On the train back to London the next day Sirius is like 'prongs you are an idiot.'#Like he cannot believe James spent all night with lily and watched the northen lights and they didn't snog

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luvsellie · 2 years

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KISS ME [e. williams]

pairing ellie x fem!reader

summary after finally growing the courage to make a move on ellie after years of crushing on her, things go south when someone makes a comment

warnings seth. that's it. that's the warning.

wc 2.3k

note AHHH this was so fun to write omg (also this is self indulgent bc i REALLY wanted to see el pound seth’s face in when he called dina a dyke)

the night was still young, and yet you were exhausted. hours of standing had finally begun to catch up with you, your feet sore and slightly blistered from the soles of your leather boots.

“oh come on! live a little! you’ve been moping here all night. come dance with me,” dina nagged, nudging your side with an elbow. she motioned toward the crowd of people in the middle of the room with a trying smile.

biting the inside of your cheek, you frowned, not wanting to leave the little nook by the counter. “i already danced.”

the black-haired woman scoffed. “you danced for like one song and then came over here with a sour expression.” she paused before adding, “don’t tell me it’s something to do with ellie.”

“it’s not,” you muttered, eyes glued to the hardwood floor in an attempt to make her drop the topic. “i’m just tired.”

“uh-huh,” dina mused with a teasing smirk, not buying your words one bit. she nestled into your side, leaning over to whisper, “tell me about it.”

your gaze slid to hers. “what?”

“tell me about it,” she repeated, straightening against the bar’s ledge. “tell me what’s on your mind. and don’t give me any bullshit.”

sighing, you turned around, bracing your forearms on the sleek wood. “she’s just…i don’t know. i feel like she’s avoiding me.”

dina didn’t have to ask who you were referring to. she copied your position, her left arm pressed against yours, as she said, “what makes you think that?”

“well, i went over to her house yesterday to invite her to tonight’s party and she wouldn’t answer my knocks. her muddied boots were by the door, though, so i know she was in there,” you said, rubbing your temple with a hand. “i don’t even know if she’s going to show. some part of me hopes that she does, even though there’s a really slim chance of that happening.”

looking over her shoulder, dina scanned the room. she pushed you a little when she spotted what she was looking for. “i wouldn’t be so confident on the idea of her not showing.”

“why?” you asked, brows furrowed as you tried to spot what she was looking at. your throat ran dry when your eyes landed on a familiar-looking auburn-haired woman. “oh.”

a plethora of emotions flashed across your mind, from confusion to anger to excitement. the way ellie was just chatting up jesse and another girl you couldn't identify was baffling. she never came to these things, and yet there she was, nursing a drink and putting on a smile.

“i don’t know whether i’m supposed to feel relieved or angry right now,” you admitted to dina, eyes still glued to ellie. “to be honest, i’m more angry, i think.”

“okay, well, don’t go and blow up on her, that’ll just make the whole ‘avoiding thing’ worse,” dina said as she stepped in front of you, cutting off your gaze.

you shifted your weight from one foot to the other. “then what do you propose i do? act like i didn’t show up at her place less than 24 hours ago?” your question came with a raised brow.

huffing a strained laugh, dina shook her head. “how about i go over there? see if i can send her your way or get her alone?”

“do whatever you want, i don’t care.” you waved her off, turning back around in hopes of getting some alone time again. it seemed to work because dina walked off, her black ponytail swishing behind her.

ellie hadn’t taken her eyes off of you all night. whether she was obvious about it or not, she didn’t care. she only worried about finding the right time to approach you and apologize for her silence the other day. and, yet, no openings seemed to present themselves. she was stuck with a glass in her hand and the overwhelming urge to rip her ears off.

jesse she didn’t mind. she could talk to him all day if she wanted to, but the girl on her right…she just wouldn’t. shut. up. it didn’t help that jesse kept entertaining the girl’s conversations either.

“…and then i shot the damn thing straight through the forehead,” the girl said, finishing off her story about how many infected she had taken out at one time. ellie barely heard her, too busy staring at the girl who had just waved off dina.

“dang,” jesse mused, nodding his head as well. he didn’t notice his ex until she was standing right in front of them.

dina wore a charming smile as a more upbeat song started playing over the speakers. “hey,” she started, “i didn’t think you guys would show.”

jesse just offered a low hum.

“well, we’re here aren't we?” ellie said, forcing a smile at the black-haired woman in front of her.

huffing out a laugh, dina took the drink from her hands, downing the liquid in one gulp. she shoved the glass at jesse. “come with me to get another drink.”

jesse shot ellie a look that screamed either a ‘help’ or a ‘what the fuck do i do?’ the woman only dipped her chin at him with a more genuine smile. it faltered, though, when she realized who she was left with.

the girl cleared her throat before asking, “do you wanna go dance?” and setting her hand on a tattooed arm.

“actually-”

too busy trying to decide on how to let the girl down easy, ellie didn’t notice your approaching figure.

“can i talk to you?”

it was a fight to get the question out, and your hands had fisted themselves by your side as you watched ellie tense up, her eyes sliding to meet yours.

she cleared her throat, turned back to the girl you assumed she was talking to previously, and peeled the fingers clinging to her shirt. “actually, i already have a dance partner. sorry.”

with that, she reached for you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you toward the crowd of couples.

your heart thundered in your ribs, chest rising and falling as your crush led you on, only stopping after she had dragged you to an open spot. she turned, grabbing your hands to force them around her neck, her own fingers finding purchase on your hips.

as you stepped closer, trying not to look so awkward or out of place, you pulled her body flush against yours. “what are you doing?” you breathed.

“dancing,” she answered as if it was obvious. and you suppose it was, except that this wasn’t just dancing. it felt like there was more intent behind her simple gesture. “what are you doing?”

your eyes flickered over her freckled face. “i’m trying to figure out why you’re even here. you hate parties. and dancing.”

ellie’s nostrils flared as she said, “you said you wanted to talk to me. so, talk to me.”

“i’m trying to,” you mumbled, sliding your gaze from her to the rest of the room. it was then that you noticed the unusual amount of eyes on you both. choosing to ignore it, and instead focus on something else, you said, “why are you avoiding me?”

the girl in your arms stiffened. “i’m not…avoiding you.”

“bullshit,” you snapped, looking at her with a scowl. “why didn’t you answer me yesterday? i came to your house. i know you know that i was there.”

“because…” ellie sighed before continuing. “i just needed time…to myself.” the look on your face sent her searching for more words, for a better explanation. “i wanted to sort out something.”

you scoffed. “you were at the shooting range with dina and jesse not even two hours before. don’t fucking lie to me, ellie. stop treating me like i’m stupid.”

“i’m not-”

“yes. you are,” you stated, suddenly becoming hyper-aware of the fact that this conversation was happening in the middle of a dance hall. you hoped your voice wasn’t raised as you said, “just tell me what i did. if i made you upset then i can apologize and try to fix it!”

ellie’s fingers squeezed the flesh of your hips. “you didn’t…you didn’t do anything. i’m just getting in my own head about something-”

“then, for crying out loud, just tell me what it is,” you tried, gaze involuntarily jumping to her mouth. shoving away the sudden idea of kissing her, you blinked yourself back to stable thoughts.

“i’d rather show you,” ellie said, her green eyes mimicking your own; pupils dilated and transfixed gaze flicking to every corner of your face.

you swallowed thickly. “show me?”

she nodded, her stare lingering on the swell of your mouth. you figured that whatever she was about to do would be way out of her comfort zone.

kiss me, you found yourself thinking. kiss me kiss me kiss me.

her breath mingled with yours before she leaned in, her eyes closing as her lips locked with yours. lids fluttering shut, you sighed into her mouth, arms tightening around her neck as you kissed her back feverishly, mind focused on only one thing. ellie ellie ellie.

the music had begun to fade when you pulled away just enough to catch your breath. inhaling deeply, you couldn’t help the smile that formed, suddenly overjoyed at the realization of what had just happened.

ellie was grinning too, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she searched your reactions.

licking your lips, you slid your hands from behind her nape to the sides of her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks as you pulled her back in for another kiss, this time a little rougher.

too caught up in the taste of liquor on ellie’s tongue, you didn’t notice when the room quieted, making the male voice that shouted “hey!” all the much louder.

the interruption startled you into tenseness, immediately compelling you and ellie to pull apart from one another, though one of her hands moved to the curve of your back. both of your smiles had dropped when you noticed who had spoken up.

the older man, who you recognized as seth, one of the workers at the diner in town, took a few steps in your direction, the creases on his forehead deepening with his scowl. “this is a family event!”

“sorry,” you muttered with a frown, sliding your palm from ellie’s shoulder down to the hand on your back, interlocking your fingers as you started toward the bar, tugging her with you. “jesus fucking christ,” you added with annoyance, not looking at the girl you walked with.

“and remember next time that there’s kids around!” seth said to your backs, irritating you even further.

looking over your shoulder, you shot him a glare. “yeah, like you’re setting such a great example.”

you heard him scoff before saying, “oh great. just what this town needs, another loud-mouthed dyke.”

the term hung in the air as you came to a sudden stop, widened eyes jumping to ellie’s as your stomach dropped and your throat closed up. you felt her squeeze your hand before her fingers slipped from yours. she whirled on seth before you had the chance to gather your words and stick up for yourself.

“what the fuck did you just say?!” her voice projecting as she pointed at the older man, her face twisted into something scary. she continued to zero in on a glaring seth, who looked anything but remorseful.

“you heard what i said,” he sneered with disgust, eyes still glued to your distraught and stilled figure behind a quickly approaching ellie. “we don’t need another-”

the whole room sucked in a breath as seth was punched across the face, the people closest to them rushing to pull the two apart from each other in a wave of shouts. luckily, maria and tommy were on the scene in a matter of seconds, the latter shouting and shoving a reaching seth toward the front entrance.

jesse—practically appearing out of thin air—was already grabbing ellie’s shoulders and trying to get her to drop the whole damn thing. his attempts were pitiful.

“hey, are you alright?” dina asked over the roaring of yells, nearing your awkwardly standing person.

mouth pressed into a tight line, you nodded, barely even acknowledging her presence. your focus was entirely on ellie. some part of you felt good about her having punched that homophobic piece of shit square in the nose, but another worried about repercussions.

dina didn’t bother to press an answer out of you, instead opting to watch her ex force ellie back a few steps. both of them wore frowns as they turned to walk away, ellie’s brows knitted together in anger. her expression changed, though, when she spotted you next to dina, her rage swapped for worry.

she opened her mouth as she got closer, and you didn’t give her a chance to ask about your well-being. “i’m fine, el. just a little uncomfortable and relieved that seth didn’t get the chance to hit back.”

ellie’s shoulders visibly sagged a little before she took a few more steps and closed the distance between you both, pulling you into a tight hug that caught you off guard. from in her arms you watched dina shoot you a wink before walking away with jesse.

“i’m, uh, i’m sorry you had to see that-” she started.

you held her a little closer, hoping to get some sort of chance to properly talk to her about everything elsewhere. “don’t apologize for anything. i…let’s just go. i think that dick just ruined the whole night.”

leaning back slightly, ellie narrowed her eyes at you. “he didn’t debunk our kiss from like a ten to a two, right?”

“a ten?” you couldn’t help but laugh, pulling back from her as she grabbed your hand. “you think our kiss was the equivalent of a ten? ellie…”

“and what would you rate it?” she scoffed, starting toward the front entrance with you by her side. “because, if i remember correctly, you were the one who pulled me in for a second kiss.”

you shoved her with a shoulder as you walked. “don’t make me regret it.”

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anjaliiiiiii · 6 months

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masterlist

Aadvika stood yet again in front of her bathroom mirror, trying to wipe the blood off her upper arm. Her eyes bloodshot, her lips chapped from constantly biting them, to prevent herself from letting the noise of her cries reach to her friend's room.

"You don't deserved to be loved!" their words rang in her ear, bringing back the pain that she has been trying to bury deep in her heart.

'But were they wrong?' she thought, sniffling lightly. 'No one has ever loved me truly and those who truly love me are now getting tired of me, I am becoming a burden to them.'

She scrubbed her arms harshly, fresh tears springing back to her eyes. She was tired. Tired of being rejected, tired of not being loved and tired of just existing now. Is there any reason left for her stay alive? Everyone has given up on her, it will be about time that her best friend and her sister give up on her, then what? What reason does she have to stay in this cruel, cold and ruthless world?

Thinking of best friend, she knew she has to tell everything to Aditi. After the meet in cafe, Aadvika booked the earliest flight to Mumbai and came back. Her early arrival and blank look on her face was enough for Aditi to know what has occured, hence she did not question her and let Aadvika give herself some time but later or sooner she will question her.

'What will I tell her?' Aadvika thought. 'That I got rejected before I could even confess? Or that life has slapped me with reality again?'

Aadvika looked up at the mirror. She looked like a mess.

"Fuck you Shubman." she croaked. God does enjoy teasing her. As soon as the words left her mouth, her phone started ringing with an unknown number. SHUBMAN GILL, truecaller flashed his name.

Aadvika frowned. 'Why is he calling me?' She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to pick his phone up or not.

'It's not like it can get any worse.' she thought as she picked up his phone.

"Hello." she cringed at her cracked voice.

"Hi." he replied his voice as bad her.

"Shubman?" Aadvika tried to confirm.

"Yeah, it's me." he lightly laughed. "Should I be offended that you have still not saved my number?"

"Who cares if you are offended or not," she sassed. Shubman chuckled at her words.

"Why is your voice cracking?" she questioned as she got out of the bathroom. "Smoking or crying?"

"Could ask you the same?" Shubman said as he took a sip of his champagne.

"Why did you call me Shubman?" she asked as she slid open the glass door and stood against the balcony railing.

"Here I thought we were becoming friends."

"No we are not." Aadvika sharply said. "We are just two people who have happened to have sex in the past, that's all."

"Calm down, woman." he said in a tired voice. "No need to get angry."

"Why have you called me Shubman?" she asked again.

"I don't know." he confessed. "I just wanted to talk to someone who will understand me, someone who will not judge me."

"So you want me to be your therapist?" Aadvika questioned.

"You're quiet smart." he commented.

"Shubman, don't beat around the bush."

"Will you listen to me if I rant about my miserable life?" his voice almost sounded like he was begging her to say yes.

"I--okay." she gave in.

"Sara wants give our relationship another chance." Aadvika closed her eyes in annoyance.

'As if my day my wasn't already bad.' she thought.

"And do you want to give it another chance?"

"God no!" he exclaimed. "How can I be in a relationship with her, when I don't love her anymore. The sole reason why I started drifting away from her during our relationship was because I stopped loving her. Something that she knows."

"Did you ever love her?" Aadvika couldn't help ask.

"Of course." he defended himself.

"No you did not." she pointed out. "You never fall out of love Shubman."

"What do you mean?" he asked, not quiet understanding the meaning of her words.

"You can never stop loving someone. Love only increases, either as affection or as pain. What you felt with Sara was nothing but attraction."

"I--I--maybe you are right." he agreed to her. "Maybe it wasn't love but what do I do now? How do I say no to her now?"

"Don't give her false hopes Shubman and don't put yourself in a situation, where you are forced to pretend to be someone you are not. The longer you drag this out, more painful it will be for both of you." Shubman was surprised at her words.

"How are you so smart and mature?" he genuinely asked. Aadvika smiled bitterly at his words.

"Life didn't give me much of a choice." Aadvika was a like a mystery to Shubman. She was an open book, a book that had nothing but blank pages in it but if you look more closely you could see the traces of words written in her tears.

"Did you watch the match today?" he asked, trying to divert his thoughts from her.

"No."

"Good, we lost the match and are now out of the tournament."

"Oh." was all she could say.

"Yeah and it's pretty much my fault." she could feel the pain and regret in his voice. "I let all this mess get to me which in the end impacted my game."

"You couldn't have been that bad." she tried to comfort him.

"I got out at nine runs." he retorted. Aadvika bit her lip, thinking of what to say now.

"We are out of the tournament now and it's all my fault."

"It was not your fault Shubman. You are a team of eleven players, you are not the only one who has to play well for the team to win the match."

"Are you implying that my team has also played terrible?" he asked in disbelief.

"Maybe." she shrugged.

"Your words are not helping Aadvi." he said.

"I never said they will." Aadvike sassily answered. "The team played bad, hence lost. You don't have to put yourself through all of that pain. You will have many more tournaments this year to prove yourself."

"You are right." he agreed. "But how do you I even concerntrate on my game when my personal life is so messed up."

"I am not the kind of person who says that dating ruins your career but in your case Shubman, your personal life is ruining your future. These hook ups, girlfriends, they are diverting you from your goal." Shubman chugged on his drink, trying to swallow her hard hitting words along with the drink.

"So what do you want me to do?" he shot back. "Stay single for the rest of my life."

"Maybe just maybe, for now focus on your game, you have your whole life left to romance and use that tone with me again, I'll cut the call." Aadvika warned.

"Sorry." he grumbled.

"Look Shubman," Aadvika began, her patience now thinning. "Your family has sacrificed a lot for you to be where you are, if not for yourself, try to work hard, just for them. They deserve to see you suceed."

"I know." Shubman said, regreting his actions as he thought of his family.

"What I don't get is how can you even put yourself situation like this when you clearly know the difference between right and wrong,"

"Enough about me," he changed the topic. "Tell me Aadvi, how are you?"

"I--I am fine." she said with a lot of difficulty. When did lying become difficult for her?

"The cut on your arms beg to differ." he said as he remembered the scars on her arms.

"Why do you care?" she retorted.

"I don't know." he truly said. "But why do you do it to yourself Aadvi? Is that pain worth those scars? What kind of happiness do you get from that pain?" Aadvika bit the inside of her cheek, trying to think of an answer.

"I don't any pleasure from hurting myself."

"Then why do it to yourself?" he questioned again.

"You won't understand Shubman." she solemnly said, her tone making it very clear that she doesn't want to discuss further on the topic.

"I will understand Aadvi. You just have to tell me."

"I thought I was the one playing therapist today." Shubman laughed at her words.

"One can't defeat you in words, can they?" Aadvika smiled a bit.

"No, they can't."

"Okay, how about you tell me a secret of yours." Shubman offered. "I have laid my emotions bare in front of you, it'll be only fair if I know something about as well."

"I didn't ask you to call me and lay your emotions bare." she mimicked him. "Also I have already laid myself bare, what more do you want?"

"I am serious, Aadvi."

"Fine." Aadvika sighed, thinking of a secret that will not give much information about her. "Do you know Priyanka Chopra?"

"The whole world knows her,"

"She's my maternal cousin." Shubman spat out his drink. "You what?!"

"She is my mum's first cousin's daughter." Aadvika explained.

"Now I know get where you get those looks from." Aadvika blushed at his comment.

"It was really nice talking to you Aadvi. I have never felt so light." Aadvika smiled.

"I'm glad that I could be of help."

"Can I call you again Aadvi?" he asked, anxiously waiting for her answer.

'Say no!' her mind screamed. 'More he calls, more hurt you will be. Just say no! You are not his therapist or anything of his to begin with.'

'But you did feel good after talking to him.' her heart reminded. 'He doesn't have to like you back for you to have feelings for him. Sometimes only one person's love is more than enough to last a lifetime.'

"Yes you can." Aadvika answered. Shubman grinned widely.

"I love you Aadvi, I really do." he said, making her heart jump at his words. "You are the best friend, one could ask for."

Aadvika tightly gripped the railing, trying to keep her emotions under control.

"We are not friends yet Shubman." she joked. "We are just to strangers who--"

"--had sex. I know, I know." he completed her sentence. "Aadvika?"

"Yes."

"Please don't hurt yourself." he begged.

"Goodnight Shubman." she sternly said. Shubman knew that she is too stubborn to listen to him.

"Goodnight Aadvi."

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#angst with a happy ending #indian cricket team #shubman gill #viratkohli #lovers #depressing shit #sports au #ipl #cricket #lover #Spotify

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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Heavily inspired by Deep End. Uh probably the most toxic/unhealthy piece I've written so far so, fair warning. Also, Reader isn't a cheater (I would never). She's just casually seeing Seungmin.

Heads up: Lee Felix x Fem! Reader, mentions of Kim Seungmin x Fem! Reader, exes to sort of friends with benefits, Felix is unable to move on from Reader post-breakup, incredibly angsty, Felix is very self-deprecating in this, Sub! Felix, Dom! Reader, Mommy kink, dirty talk, nipple play (m. receiving), lots of begging on Felix's part, degradation (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), biting (m. receiving), mild overstimulation (m. receiving), Possessive! Reader if you squint and handjob (m. receiving).

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Felix felt like such a loser. No, scratch that. He was a loser.

The two of you had broken up 6 months ago now and yet here he is still plagued with thoughts and memories of nothing but, you. The way you used to hold him, that special smile only reserved for him, the first time he told you he loved you, everytime you kissed the very air from his lungs, the first time you two had sex. He can feel it all like it was yesterday.

You were the one who initiated the break up. It torn his heart apart. You just didn't love him the same way he loved you. You simply couldn't. You told him you still cared about him deeply but, that space would likely do the both of you immense good.

Felix is certain that if it wasn't for Jisung, Minho and Chris that he'd completely have fallen to pieces. They kept him sane.

It was still so fucking hard though. Especially since he's been hearing whispers of you and some new guy recently. Seungmin. Felix isn't proud of himself but, he looked up the man online on one of his lowest nights. He wishes he never had. He seemed put together and mature. The fact that he was handsome likely didn't hurt either. He thinks he gets what you see in him. What Felix could never give you. What he could never be for you.

Still, he can't help himself.

He gets out of his bed and begins to throw on some casual clothing. A familiar routine on nights such as ones like this. It's late. He knows it's late but, he has to see you. You've yet to turn him away any time he's shown up at your door unannounced so he hopes against hope that tonight isn't any different. He's already so delicate. He's not sure how he'd be able to handle rejection from you once again.

His heart is in his throat when he tentatively knocks on your door. This is stupid. It's so late. You could be busy. That Seungmin guy could be over and Felix might have just put you in an incredibly awkward situation.

He's so pathetic.

The racing of his heart is made so much worse when you answer. Your hair seems mused from sleep and you look a little confused, likely as to who had the audacity to be knocking at your door at this hour. Warmth floods his face when he takes notice of what you're wearing. The silk robe you have on is thin and barely passes your distracting thighs. He doesn't get why he's getting all shy and embarrassed. You both have seen each other naked numerous times.

"Felix? What're you doing here?"

Just hearing you say his name is enough to make his tongue feel like it lead in his mouth. It's been awhile since he's come to you like this so, he doesn't blame you for being confused.

"I- I couldn't sleep," is all his brain is able to offer. You understand though because of course you do. You can read him like the back of your hand. You move aside, an invitation to enter your apartment which he takes far more eagerly than he'd like to admit. Shutting the door behind you, you lead the way to your bedroom in silence and he follows behind you obediently. Determined to keep his gaze above your shoulder line as he does.

Even though it's been some time, both of you move seamlessly. He kicks off his shoes and socks and, shrugs off his jacket as you crawl back into your bed to wait for him to join you. Once again he forgets how to speak.

You've removed your robe.

Logically, it makes sense that you did. Who sleeps with a robe on? However, Felix is wildly unprepared for the sight of you in a tight-fitting sleeping gown. You've covered your bottom half with the blanket but, he can see the way it clings to your tits and your nipples as clear as day. He swallows before remembering how to walk and, making his way over to your bed and sliding in.

Felix doesn't even need to ask you. You move towards him and spoon him. Wrapping your arm around his waist and your leg around his hip. The silence that envelopes your bedroom is comfortable albeit a little tense with awkwardness. God, he misses when you two would fill the space with mundane, random conversation. You telling him about the bizarre dreams you had and him detailing a new recipe he wanted to try. Something harsh and painful grips his heart at the memories but, he's not going to cry infront of you. He's embarrassed himself enough.

"So, I heard you're seeing someone?" Felix resists the urge to cringe at the question that tumbles out of his mouth. So much for not embarrassing himself further in your presence.

You still behind him for a moment before relaxing and Felix is terrified that he ruined things once again. "Yeah, I've been talking to someone for a few weeks now. It's been mostly casual but, we've gone out a few times."

Bile rises to his throat.

Why is he surprised? He knew about the Seungmin guy. Hearing you confirm it just makes it sting just a little more, it seems.

"What about you? Been seeing anyone lately?"

How does he tell you that he that the last time he went on a date was with you all those months ago? That he still only wants you?

"No, still single as ever," he responds, trying to sound humorous and hoping you don't hear the crippling loneliness in his tone.

"I'm sure you'll find someone, Lixie. You make a great boyfriend," you say to him, giving him a squeeze.

The sincerity in your words makes his throat tighten. You genuinely mean all of that. You even called him by his pet name. He still wasn't great enough for you, though.

A barely whispered, "Thank you," is all he can manage at the risk of fully falling apart in your arms.

The silence feels the slightest bit less awkward and, Felix can appreciate that, if nothing else.

"Felix, could we cuddle another way? I'm kinda getting uncomfortable like this. Why don't you turn around to face me," you suggest nonchalantly.

Felix wonders if these nights that feel like a soothing balm for his shattered heart even mean anything to you. You seem so unaffected by him while he can barely manage to string coherent sentences together. Choosing to keep these thoughts to himself and not test what affection and time you readily give him, he turns around to face you.

God, you're still so beautiful that he forgets how to breathe for a second. You give him a delicate smile as you both settle into your new position, arms wrapping around each other and legs tangled in such a way that he struggles to tell where he stops and you start.

The only issue with this new position is that Felix can see and feel much more of you than before and, his body is starting to react without his consent. He hopes that you can't tell how red his face is right now. He's so fucking pathetic. How old is he? 13? Getting hard from cuddling with a stunning woman.

You're not just any woman though and, Felix knows that. His body likely knows that, too. Your mere proximity is enough to render him defenceless. Still, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or have you think that he just came over to have sex. He's not going to lie to himself and say he wouldn't readily jump at the opportunity, but that's not the reason he sought you out tonight.

Felix knows the exact moment you feel him because you immediately tense in his arms. An apology is on the tip of his tongue but, you beat him to the punch, "Are you...hard?"

He's never felt more mortified in his entire life. He's certain of that.

"Yea-Yeah, sorry," he mutters, studiously focusing his eyes over your shoulder.

"Why? We're not even doing anything?" The genuine confusion in your voice makes Felix shut his eyes in a grimace. He knew he was reacting no better than a teenager but, he didn't need you to vocalise it.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Lix. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know sometimes bodies just react. I wasn't thinking when I asked," you say, sounding immensely remorseful. You never made him feel embarrassed or ashamed about anything. Felix knew that his thoughts were mostly self-inflicted. During your relationship and even now as you two lay here, you've always been nothing but, unconditionally kind to him.

That's part of the reason why he's so irrevocably inlove with you.

"It's okay. Yeah, it just kinda happened. It's been awhile for me so, I think my body just reacted to you being so close to me," he word vomits out to you. Wishing he could swallow the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You didn't need to know that hasn't been with anyone since the last time you two were here like this. He hasn't been with anyone else since he met you.

"Oh. Well, then it makes sense why you'd react the way you did. Why's it been awhile for you? Noone caught the eye of the elusive Lee Felix?" You joke, sending him a good natured smile to assure him you're only kidding.

How does he even begin to tell you that hasn't even entertained the idea of seeing, let alone sleeping with, anyone else? Anytime the desire to jerk off arose, his mind happily supplied him with memories of having his head squeezed by your thighs or you riding him until he'd been reduced to tears from the overstimulation. He didn't want anyone or anything else. He just couldn't.

"It's not like that. I just haven't been interested in seeking anyone out for stuff like that," he responds with a tone he hopes is neutral and believable. Your face shifts to a more pensive expression. He remembers you'd usually have that look when you were hyping yourself up to say something.

"You don't have to answer this is if you don't want to and I don't mean to intrude but, why?"

"I'm just not interested in anyone else that way. I don't want to do that with anyone else."

Your startled expression makes him think perhaps he's said too much but, he's so hard and he still fucking loves you and is maybe not thinking the straightest.

"May I kiss you?" He asks breathlessly.

If he wasn't so high strung right now, Felix would find it comical how you managed to look even more surprised by his request. He is, however, too distracted with the way your lips part and the feeling of your nipples pressed against him, even through your respective clothing.

"Felix, I don't know. I don't want to hurt you or take advantage of you. You know I can't love you in the ways you want me to," you say softly. He can feel your hands shaking where they hold him.

Felix has never been one for self-preservation anyways.

"I asked you. You're not taking advantage of me. I know what this is if we decide to go ahead with it," he responds and prays to whoever is listening that you think the shakiness in his voice is due to how much he wants you. Which is technically not a lie.

You bite your lip is contemplation then and he's thoroughly distracted all over again. Desperately trying to not press his hips against you in search of some relief.

"Okay," you say so quietly that Felix barely catches it before your mouth is on his.

Not that he's complaining but, Felix is caught completely off guard by how ferociously you kiss him. It's like you're trying to eat him alive. One of your hands moves to grab a fistful of his hair, the sharp sting he feels makes him moan into your mouth and grind his cock against you.

He tries not to flush too hard when he feels you smirk against him. You're always so kind and sweet outside of the bedroom that it still sometimes gives him whiplash how different your were during sex. However, Felix was more than happy to do whatever you ordered him to. He just wanted to be good for you.

"Still as needy as always, Lixie," you mutter against his lips when you two separate for air.

"I-I did say it's b-been awhile," he responds a little defensively, avoiding your gaze all the while.

"I'm not insulting you. It's cute. You're cute. I think it's adorable how much of a slut you are. Getting hard from just cuddling? Very cute," you say with clear amusement colouring your tone as you begin to kiss along his jaw and neck.

Embarrassment and arousal twist almost painfully in his gut at your words. All of them shooting straight to his cock, pre-cum smearing his boxers.

"I-I'm your s-slut. Only a s-slut for you," he whines out, shuddering as you kiss and lick and nibble along his neck.

You still at his words and Felix is worried once again that he fucked everything up. However, when he looks down to meet your gaze you look almost..feral. Before he can even process what's happening, you hastily shove your blanket off of the two of you and grip his jaw harshly, your nails digging into his skin, kissing him heatedly once more.

This. This is part of what he missed about being with you. You just got him. You never made him feel less than for his desires. If anything, you encouraged him to be the best possible boy for you.

Your mouth is back on his throat in an instant. Lavishing it with kisses and licks and soft bites once more and, Felix thinks he might lose his mind from your mouth on his neck alone. He tries his best not to shudder too obviously when your hand teases the hem of his shirt. "Still such a sensitive boy huh, Lixie," you muse against his skin as your hand reaches beneath his shirt to draw light patterns with your nails across his abdomen.

At that, he can't help the whine that forces itself out of his throat, his hips jolting up slightly in search of anyway to ease to throbbing of his cock. It's made worse when your hand reaches one of his nipples, barely applying any pressure to it as you brush it.

"Fu-Fuck, please. Please touch me, Mommy. I'll be go-good. It just hurts," he finally begs, his pride and ego aren't nearly big enough for him to be above grovelling for his release and for you to touch him properly.

Felix thinks something snaps in you then.

Your hands impatiently tug at his shirt and he eagerly helps you take it off of him. You look like you want to eat him alive. Like you want to ruin him. He would willingly let you.

You pounce on him then. Taking one of his sensitive nipples into your mouth while your hand reaches up to tug and pinch at the other. Felix couldn't keep his moans and whines down if he tried. Vaguely, he wonders if it's possible for him to cum like this but, you haven't given him permission yet so, he'd rather not entertain the idea. He didn't want to upset you.

His boxers are sticky and cling to him almost uncomfortably now but, he can't bring himself to care as your teeth graze his nipple and send him further into a frenzy. "Mommy," is all his hazy mind is able to conjure up.

You kiss your way up to his throat once more, your hand now dragging downwards towards the waistband of his sweats. Felix is torn between begging once more to finally feel your touch bare on his skin and, letting you do whatever you pleased. Luckily for him, you seem to want exactly what he does as you hastily tug his boxers and sweats down his thighs. He doesn't miss the way your thighs rub together out of the corner of his eye and, his cock jumps at the thought of you being just as into this as he is, how wet you probably were, how much you wanted to sit on his dick right now.

"My easily excitable babyboy," you coo against his throat, your index finger slowly dragging across his tip. Felix doesn't fight the shudder then, hips jolting up towards your hand. His face warm as he watches you touch him, "Mommy please touch me. I'm so hard for you it hurts."

"In due time, baby. It's been awhile, no? I miss playing with my favourite toy," you respond with an amused edge to your voice. He grits his teeth when your finger moves to drag from the base of his cock to the tip this time, glistening with his pre-cum.

Felix can't help the way his cock throbs and heart rate tick up at you calling him your favourite toy. You've always been good at reading him, and he's sure you notice how your words affect him.

He tries his best not to fuck up into your hand when you do finally wrap it around his cock firmly. However, moans and whines spill from his mouth freely. He can't help himself.

"You're so fucking cute. My cute, little slut," you moan against his neck, peppering the skin there with bites and kisses as your hand strokes him incredibly slowly. Both of you know that's not enough to get him to cum but, it's better than nothing as far as Felix is concerned.

"Yea-Yeah Mommy, I-I'm your cute sl-slut," he keens in response, feeling as though the air has been sucked from his lungs when bite down particularly hard on his neck and increase the speed of your hand.

"Are you going to cum for me? Gonna cum just from fucking my hand? Such a desperate boy," you coo breathlessly, making sure to grip him tightly and maintaining the pace you know will leave him in shambles.

His orgasm hits him like a punch to the gut.

He's bucking up into your hand and, his moans are whiney and high-pitched as you continue to stroke him through it. In the fog of his mind, Felix can distantly hear you calling him a good boy and saying how well he's doing for you. As much as he'd love to revel in your praise and affection, your continued stroking is sending him fast into overstimulation territory.

"Ah, Mommy t-too much," he heaves out, attempting to shift his softening cock away from you.

You give him one final stroke before deciding to let him catch his breath. He feels more warm and content than he's felt in longer than he cares to admit. Fatigue causing him to shut his eyes briefly while you shift around from what he's able to hear.

His eyes startle open when he feels you gently rubbing his cum off of his stomach and thighs, your face set in concentration as you do so.

Felix bites back the 'I love you' that rests on the tip of his tongue.

"There, all clean. Do you want anything? Are you okay?" You ask him once you've disposed of the wipes you were using. Your face showing nothing other than concern and affection for him.

"No, I'm okay. Um, thank you," he responds, feeling shy for some reason. As if this is something new for the two of you. Fortunately, you don't press him and move to cuddle him once more. Felix welcomes it. He'll always welcome your affection.

It's in the somewhat comfortable silence that you two find yourselves in that a thought crosses his mind, "Wait, what about you? You didn't cum yet."

"Oh, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm okay,"

"I want to though. I love being the one who makes you cum. I love watching you cum," Felix says in a tone that's perhaps the slightest bit too honest and vulnerable.

You seem to be taken aback by his candidness if the tensing of your body is anything to go by.

He really is the master of putting his foot in his mouth, hey.

"Okay but, only if you're sure,"

Well, maybe putting his foot in his mouth isn't always such a negative thing.

#lee felix smut #felix smut #stray kids smut #lee felix angst #felix angst #stray kids angst

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pigeonwhumps · 1 year

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Fever

MD-264N masterlist

Febuwhump day 11: fever

Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @den-of-evil

Morgan has a fever.

954 words

CWs: self-dehumanisation, fever, hallucinations, past brainwashing, past loss of parents, conditioned whumpee

"Mam?"

"She's not here anymore, baby," replies Asha softly, for the second time in as many minutes.

"Tad?"

Asha feels a pang in her heart. Morgan's Welsh? Like her? Whereabouts in Wales are they from? She switches to Welsh, hoping it might help.

"He can't be here either. It's just me."

"They're both gone?" Morgan replies in Welsh, their voice cracking on the last word.

"I'm so sorry, Morgan. So sorry."

Morgan breaks into heart-wrenching sobs. Asha bites her lip. She's not sure what to do. She can't do anything about the fever except wait it out, and she doesn't know how to comfort her friend either. Rhian's better at it, but she'd been tending to Morgan for two days straight by the time Asha managed to wrestle them into her bed. She isn't waking them for anything except a dire emergency.

Asha really isn't sure how much longer her heart can take this, though.

She strokes Morgan's hair. "Shh."

There's a flash of fear in Morgan's eyes, and they stare fixedly at a point on the far wall. They seem to be going to great lengths to stop their crying, trembling from the effort, breathing still shaky. Asha looks behind her but there's nothing there.

"What is it, Morgan?"

"The Director," they reply breathlessly in English. "This weapon is malfunctioning and it is going to be corrected for its aberrations and, and she's going to punish you for treating it like a person. That's not fair, it's the weapon which malfunctioned." Morgan whimpers, cowering back against the headboard, hands curling into the position they were in when the mitts were first removed, clearly displayed in front of them. "Please, sir, this weapon apologises, it will do better, it does not need to be corrected. No… no, weapons don't make decisions, weapons don't plead. It deserves it."

"She's not going to lay a finger on either of us," says Asha firmly, almost boiling over with fury. How dare anyone convince Morgan that they deserve to be tortured? "I won't let her."

"But… it… how?"

"I'll protect you. She's a hallucination, but I'll stay with you until she's gone."

Asha moves off the bed and sits down in front of it, between Morgan and their hallucination. She leans against the bed, tilting her head back to look at Morgan. She winks.

"I won't move from this spot. I'll keep you safe."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I might be a doctor, but I wouldn't be a rebel if I couldn't fight at all. Get some sleep, I'll keep watch."

There's a long pause, and then Morgan brokenly whispers, "Thank you."

"Any time."

Asha looks back towards the wall. Hopefully Morgan's fever will break soon. She listens to their quiet, ragged sobbing until their breathing finally evens out into sleep.

Morgan wakes groggily and immediately tries to take stock of its situation. Its limbs are heavy and its head is stuffy. It isn't working very efficiently at all.

It looks down the cot to see Asha sitting on the floor, head back against the wood of the cot as she snores. What's she doing there?

The weapon thinks back and vaguely remembers something about… protection? Yes, that's it. It saw its handler, and Asha promised to protect it. And she… stayed.

Morgan's heart-rate increases as it remembers the correction its handler promised, and the punishment for Asha. It'll be even worse if it's found, what if she finds it?

But… Asha will protect it. She promised. And maybe they won't find it anyway.

Hopefully.

Morgan stares at Asha for a while, unable to make sense of the situation. She's been sitting there, protecting it, all this time?

Asha snorts and startles awake, looking around blearily at Morgan. She smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Hey. How are you doing? Has the Director gone yet?"

"Yes, Asha. This weapon is still not operating at optimum efficiency."

Asha walks stiffly over to Morgan and places a hand on its forehead. "Your fever's broken, and your hallucinations have gone, right?" It nods. "That's good. We just have to wait for you to get better now."

"Thank you. I'm sorry, Asha. This weapon will do better in future, I, it promises."

"It's not your fault you're ill, you don't need to apologise for it." Asha pauses, cocking her head. "I can hear your accent now. Faint, but it's there. You're from north Wales, right? Before the government took you, I mean."

Morgan frowns. "This weapon has always been a weapon, it did not have a life before that. It is sorry, but it does not understand."

Asha looks upset. "You were speaking Welsh earlier, asking for your parents, and you have a Welsh accent. You might not remember but you did have a life before the government snatched it away from you."

"It is sorry for upsetting you."

"I'm not upset with you, Morgan, I'm upset with the government. Your handlers. Whoever else was involved in your kidnapping and torture. But not you. Can I give you a hug?"

Morgan nods and Asha wraps it up in her arms. It still doesn't understand what she means, it doesn't remember anything before being a weapon, and its mind keeps skittering away when it tries to remember any Welsh. It wishes it knew what she was talking about. But weapons don't get wishes, and it curls up in her warm embrace. Asha promised to protect it, and she has, and she's still here. She stayed on the uncomfortable floor while the weapon slept and now she's giving it a hug it doesn't deserve, and she's upset on its behalf even though nothing's wrong.

Morgan doesn't know what to do with all of that.

#whump #whump writing #self dehumanisation #hallucinations #conditioned whumpee #whumpee and caretaker #living weapon whump #living weapon #md 264n #morgan the weapon #asha the medic #look! asha lore!

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artic-willow · 2 years

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Duskwood AU "Criminal On The Loose."

Chapter 1 (L) "Crying won't protect me."

Taglist: @crow-chaos @i-desire-jake @digital-corruption @pennyl4n3 @saddah-mo @booklover-01040 @rw47vr-key @red-writes-stuff @layanasstories @zmayadw @hacked-by-jake @spookycolorpeanut @leverageduskwood @lyricsofravensong @juan-nonetheway @robbybarnes @lois-carroline @captainwanderlust78 @jakey-girl01040 @silentblogsstuff @char-lotta @youngphilosophertraged @slow-hazel @sasnayaandra @lem-onchan @futaba-queen @duskwood-fandom @aisling-things @oceanipebble @withjake-blog @duskydusky @roxiuuu @duskwoodx @miraculous-duskwood-girl @riaduskwood @nala-raines @lyon-amore @mrujaa @aroacersonist @03patrickstar

Genre: Sad, angst

Character(s): Jake, Dan, Azure, Nuna and Charlie.

!TW: BAD WORDS!

*Azure’s POV*

As soon as I no longer felt that terrifying cold of the handcuffs, it felt like a freedom I could never breathe again.

-"Dan still looks angry, we better stay away from him." Charlie sighs, probably because he can't stand it when Dan is angry either. Perhaps because many times Dan has been angry with him and he seems to have not yet dozed off the pain.

-"I agree." Nuna looks down, she too gets very scared when Dan is angry.

I can not blame them, Dan is like the devil and we are the victims. Still, we are in the hands of the devil but we have to stay there.

Yet it seems that the goosebumps have not gone...Who comes on a mission?

-"Who comes on a mission?" I ask, like some mucus in my throat. I couldn't help it, what if Jake comes?

-"Ehm...All of the group." Charlie helps me to get up.

I feel the nails in my back, but not just for the pain of getting up, but for the people who will come on this mission.

Jake scares me, but it almost feels like I have to be close to him... It's like he's the master and I'm the helpless puppy who has to stay close to its master if it doesn't want to get lost.

It's for the weak.

But...He hates me. And it's as if he throws me into freezing water.

It's not my fault...It's not my fault...But…What If it is?

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It's lunch time.

You should never go on a mission on an empty stomach if you don't want to pass out in the middle of a shooting. That’s what Cleo said, maybe she said that just to make us eat her food…What if we don’t eat and we are still okay?

-"You better eat..." Dan looks at us horribly, as if he has now turned into the devil.

We nod, I don't want to say anything especially for what just happened.

He sits me down at the table, it's cold.

And even worse, I see Jake sitting in front of me.

His gaze is now ice. It makes me shiver in the chair.

Food arrives. Some trivial soup. I just hope I don't find a dead mouse inside. But at least they are feeding us.

And it seemed that with every spoonful of my food, he looked at me.

And I know what it is. After living most of my life with people who hate me I can say that the only thing he wants to do is make me feel embarrassed. Marking every mistake I can make.

That’s cruel.

Each bite is a punch to the stomach. Only if I drink or wipe my mouth with a tissue is a laugh from Jake.

It's just heartbreaking.

It's not the first time this has happened, but even if it seems like I'm getting used to it it's still a hard blow and difficult to parry.

Charlie seems to have understood Jake's intentions. But nothing. He doesn't do anything. And that's another punch to the stomach.

Ouch.

It seems that my eyes are filling with water and that I am going to cry at any moment.

Although I try to cover the tears with my hair or just by lowering my head I feel the tears come out.

-"Stop." Charlie passes me a handkerchief. And it's clear that he doesn't care.

Or maybe he cares, but it's weak to cry. Too bad I can throw in his face the situation where he cried during a mission, which is weak following his speech.

I hate him. No, I hate when he does this. It’s so…Heartbroken…Why can't I cry? Why does everyone hate me in this group? Why can't I live normally like the other kids??

I’m just tired of living like this…But die seems not to be the solution…

It’s just so damn difficult.

I feel my face almost come apart to be able to make a face, only to cry. That's disgusting.

I would like to cry. But I can not. The only thing I can do is focus on food.

I start to eat. Quickly to get my whole mouth dirty. I don't want to think. I just want to eat.

Each bite is now like a kiss on the hair, however comforting. However, it is not the solution to the problems.

As soon as I'm done, I haven't even calculated what Jake is saying, not even Charlie. He can't say anything, because I didn't cry.

I throw myself on the ground so that I can touch my chest, it hurts. It hurts because I didn't cry. All my life I've always had a safe place to cry but it's gone.

The best place that used to be in someone's arms is now gone. Now nothing makes sense anymore. It’s heartbreaking. Again.

I can't cry.

So what does it mean?

Crying won't protect me.

#duskwood fanfiction #duskwood family #duskwood #duskwood everbyte #duskwood fandom #azure #love y'all <33 #<33

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archangelmacaron · 1 year

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NTMF College AU Chapter 23

Worth the wait? Maybe. I have not had time to do extensive read throughs for errors lately, so please forgive any you encounter! Time to learn why my previous post was relevant I guess! :) You're welcome for the (implied) warning! :D CW for not being rated T anymore I guess?, biting

It was lightly raining with soft grumbles of thunder as they tried to make their way towards the Performance Hall. Noel had a fairly good sense of direction most of the time, but the fog—only barely dispersing in the rain—and now the storm itself were really throwing her off; but worse, her mind was still a mess. If Caron hadn't been there, holding onto her shoulders firmly, she knew she would have been having a panic attack to rival Jillian's worst ones. She focused on moving her prosthetic legs, hoping they were heading in the correct direction.

When they reached the edge of the forest, Noel was relieved to see that they weren't too far off; she could see the Performance Hall looming up ahead of them. The parking lot and lawns surrounding it seemed to be deserted. Noel and Caron exchanged a glance, then she closed her eyes and listened as his eyes darted around, searching for other people.

All she could hear was the rain and thunder—thunder that was growing louder, getting closer. There were no cars, no conversation, not a single sound of life that she could hear; the campus was even more deserted than it was on holiday breaks. She looked back up at Caron and nodded; he nodded back, seeming to confirm he hadn't seen anything dangerous. Just as she was preparing to awkwardly run across the open area to the building, he scooped her up in a bridal-style carry and dashed across the lawn. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder, taking advantage of the small moment to just not think for a bit, only to feel, feel how he was soft and strong and warm and alive, and she needed to do whatever she possibly could to be sure he stayed that way.

She tried not to think about how there probably wasn't much she could do.

They ducked into a small, topless concrete tunnel leading towards the building as the storm began to worsen. Noel flinched as something near them was struck by lightning, making the loudest crash yet, one she could feel. The noise wasn't just harsh on her sensitive ears, but worse, it drew on that memory, the horrible, horrible crunching noise that had been her own bones being pulverized—

The door must have been unlocked. They were inside the building now, in a dark corridor in the windowless basement. She couldn't see anything when the metal door closed behind them. She listened. It was strangely silent. She realized she was hearing the lack of background noise—the hum of the ventilation and heating systems, the almost inaudible buzz of electric lights, all were missing. The power was clearly still out. The noise of the storm was dulled now as well. She couldn't hear anything else. The basement, at least, sounded deserted.

“Let's rest a bit.” Caron slumped against the wall, then down to the floor, still holding her tightly. She closed her eyes—it was pointless to keep them open in this dark anyways, and drew her arms around him a little tighter, pressing herself against him.

“You're shaking again. Is it too cold?”

She didn't deny it, only letting out a deep sigh and lacing her fingers a bit tighter behind his neck.

“No... well, yes, a little, I guess... but...” She took in and let out another deep breath, feeling exhausted. “I guess it just... really sank in now, that I could... I could really die...”

He nodded, a motion she could feel against her neck. It was pleasant. So pleasant. She wanted to think about that, not dying. “Despite your previous brush with it, it does not seem that death is something that someone like you would have had many encounters with.”

She nodded again, feeling how soft he was against her face, and abruptly gave in to her earlier urge to press her lips against his neck.

He seemed to inhale sharply, at a loss for words for a moment. She could feel him tense. “Noel, that's... now is not...”

She didn't feel as embarrassed as she should have. “I know. I know, it's... I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I guess I need to feel that you're really alive...”

He relaxed at that, running his hand up and down her back reassuringly. “Of course I am. I'm fine. I'm not even injured anymore.”

That reminded her. “Ah, when you healed mine—”

He shook his head. “No, I only mostly healed yours—I can finish it now.”

“Um, that—“ She felt his hand gently laying on her forehead again and tried not to flinch at the burning sensation she knew was coming.

“There.” He seemed satisfied after just a brief flush of heat. She reached up and felt her forehead; it was now perfectly smooth. “Shouldn't have scarred, either.”

“Um... earlier, you said I could pay you later...” It was pointless to lean back to look at his face in the dark, but she couldn't stop herself. “Were you... serious?”

She couldn't see him, but could tell he was looking away. “... I was. It's a bit complicated to explain, but... devils cannot work miracles without payment. I can do some strange things, but it burns up my own energy and resources fairly quickly. A payment... will help restore some.”

“Oh...” She leaned her head back against his shoulder, running her fingertips over the other side of his neck. “What can I offer you...?”

He was silent for a moment. Then, “Take off your sweater.”

“Eh?!” Her heart slammed against her chest.

Wh-what!?!—you-you were just telling me now is not the—that's not—I'm not—or, am I ready? M-maybe, but a basement... concrete floor—th-this cannot possibly be ideal, b-but—

He seemed to sense how flustered she was and corrected her train of thought gently. “We should wring it out, it seems to have absorbed a fair bit of rainwater.”

“O-oh. Oh! O-of course.” She was very grateful he probably couldn't see how red she must be, although she was beginning to feel very warm as well and that he could probably perceive.

How foolish, why was I thinking of anything else? Am I that desperate to stop thinking?

Without leaving his lap, she pulled her sweater over her head—it was more than a bit soggy—and tried to wring it out. Caron took it from her and gave it one strong twist, she could hear water dripping to the floor from it. She leaned back against him, her heart pumping quickly again. The logical reason to remove her sweater didn't change the fact that she was wearing just her bra now. She tried to take a calm breath.

I see my brain has left me once again! While I am happy not to be dwelling on... everything... this is still... probably not what I should be thinking about... right now...

She had closed her eyes, struggling to relax again when she felt him move her. His large, pointed hands on her bare skin canceled out any hope of that happening, possibly ever again. “Wh-what is it?”

“Be still.”

“I—ah?!”

She inhaled sharply as she felt something soft on her neck, realizing that it was his face. She gave up trying to hide how shallow and quick her breathing became as he rubbed it against her skin. It felt like silk or velvet or maybe both, and then he paused and drew back. She bit back a protesting noise at the movement, worried it was going to come out as far too humiliating of a sound.

She didn't have time to be confused as something then clamped down on her shoulder, just where it met her neck. She let out a small cry at the abrupt change in sensation, from soft and gentle to firm and wet and a bit sharp, even. Whatever it was seemed to suck for a moment, then moved away. She couldn't restrain her voice entirely this time, feeling a little embarrassed at the squeaky gasp.

She moved her hand to her shoulder—she couldn't see, but she had a suspicion.

“Did you... did you just bite me?” she asked, bewildered.

“Yes.” As usual, he did not sound even slightly ashamed.

“W-why?”

And h-how? I do not quite understand the anatomy of your face... but I feel that is a truly rude question to ask!

“You taste very nice, as I suspected.”

She had reached a brand new, impossible level of being flustered at the unusual compliment. “Th-that is not an answer!”

“It wasn't too painful, was it?”

Th-the exact opposite of painful!

She pressed her hand on it, feeling a little shy. “No, not at all... but I feel fairly certain you have left a visible mark.”

“I'm quite sure I did. Intentionally.”

She wasn't sure she was breathing for a moment, then her eyes widened in understanding. Oh... wait a second... I think I understand now...

“Is—is that your payment for healing me?”

“Yes.”

It's... almost precisely equivalent. He healed me, so he injured me—but in such a pleasant way... but why that, specifically?

She ventured a guess. “Are you, um... staking a claim on me?”

“Something like that, I suppose...” He readjusted their positions, and handed her back her sweater. It was somehow dry again; she wondered if it was a similar way to how his clothing seemed to repair itself or even, in one situation, simply duplicate itself. “Is that acceptable to you?”

She pulled it back on and gave him a wry smile, then, unsure if he could even see it, put her arms around him again and squeezed. “That's... I do accept it.”

“Good. If you are rested, we—“

“Wait.”

She listened again. It was louder, more obvious. Caron made a questioning noise, it was clear he could hear it too. “Someone is... playing piano?”

Noel moved so he could stand up, taking his hands so he could draw her upright as well. “I cannot quite tell the song from here, it's a bit muffled...”

“Could it be Jillian?”

“She is a pianist that we were supposed to be meeting here... I just cannot imagine why, if we are trespassing, she would choose to make so much noise.” She bit her lip. "This might be a trap."

“Let's proceed with caution.”

Noel nodded, taking out her phone to light her path.

They followed the sound up the stairs. Caron led the way, occasionally holding his hand back to pause her movement as he peered around corners cautiously. It continued to get louder until they could finally locate it; it was coming from one of the ballrooms.

Noel looked up at him nervously as they stood in front of the wide double doors. “I think it's a bit pointless to try to sneak inside, as the room is entirely wide open.”

“With a stage on the end, correct? And two exit doors leading to the outside.”

“Eh? Yes, I think so... how did you know that?”

“I studied the layout on your mobile device.” His eyes narrowed. “We'll rush in on three, and if it is an ambush or trap, we'll take the right exit immediately to the side. If it's blocked, I'll clear it, so don't hesitate. Got it?”

She nodded, putting her hands firmly on the door. “One... two...”

“Three.”

They burst through the doors, and Noel froze. There was only one other person in the room, playing the single piano in the center of the stage at the other end of the room.

The player finished the phrase, and stood up, turning to them calmly.

“Miss Cerquetti.”

“Professor Becker...”

She hadn't seen her since the meeting with the Dean. She looked the same as ever, expressionless, empty. The woman nodded calmly in greeting to her, then looked towards Caron. “And the Great Devil Caron. It has been some time, hasn't it.”

It wasn't a question. Noel turned to look at Caron. “Wait... you... know her?”

He wasn't looking at her. “Cybilla Becker... So you are now Professor Becker.”

That answered her question but raised another. “Caron, how do you know her?”

He glanced down at her briefly but remained silent, glaring up at the other woman warily. The professor walked a little closer to the edge of the stage. “The relationship between he and I is not as important as the one between he and you, Miss Cerquetti, although it seems you aren't truly aware of when it began.”

When it began? What...?

Noel swallowed nervously. “What do you mean?”

The professor looked down at her, as impassive as ever.

“Were you aware that the devil beside you is the one responsible for the incident that took your legs?”

#fanfic

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