#also there would not be nearly this much bitching about it if I weren't a fat body lol | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

crispy-armpit · 10 months

Text

✧ 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴀ ɢᴏᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𓇼˚₊‧꒰ა 🫧 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚𓇼

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 10 dollars on a dare leads you to break one superstition that changes your life forever. you begin to learn secrets tied to your family and upbringing, at the cost of your freedom. who is this mysterious Anshumat, and why does he want you?

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, kidnapping, choking, reader gets called a bride once

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,418

⭒ a/n: yan sea god was inspired by an Indonesian myth called Nyi Roro Kidul! it's a really interesting legend if you want to learn more abt it ^^ also.... man tits...... meow..

will you venture down this path?

growing up, you would stay over at your grandmother's house every summer. her beautiful seaside cottage made the perfect accommodation for a family getaway. throughout your childhood, the superstitious old woman restricted you from doing specific things. rules like never whistling at night, don't open an umbrella indoors, etc.

you'd eventually found out that these were just scare tactics for children to make them listen. but there was one rule that your grandmother seemed to fear the most, a rule that never made sense... never wear white to the local beach. and when questioning her about the rule, she'd tell you the same story every time.

"long ago...

a cruel serpent god who once ruled these waters would rise from the ocean and into the islands, devouring innocent villagers and destroying temples along its path.

the gods and humans were furious at its actions. fed up with the destruction and death, they prepared a plan to thwart the serpent; a binding curse.

the serpent was cursed to spend its days rotting in a hidden island, where it was accompanied by its servants. it was also tasked with granting blessings to sailors passing through the rocky tides, where it weighed the sins of each individual to seal their fates.

but over the decades... the serpent grew bored and lonely. through a loophole, the serpent found a way to abduct humans. you see.. the serpent loves the colour white and pearls. so much so, it would use its voice, so alluring, to lure the poor victims who happened to wear such things. and once in the water, the serpent would drag the human to its temple where they would become its slave.. or worse...

its spouse."

here you are today, telling the same tale in front of your young niece and nephew. "well, that's one way to get bitches." your nephew, Keona laughs. a scoffing Kehlani adds on, "nah, who would want to marry an overgrown slimy snake?"

"hey now, take that shit to grandma. she just assigned me to be your storyteller," you shrugged. "and this story has a real reasoning behind it, ok?"

"what? sexy sea snake destroying villages?"

"no, it's so that little rascals like you..." you drill both your index fingers onto their foreheads, "are easier to find if you ever get lost at sea."

how did i end up here...

facepalming yourself, you sigh. you were disappointed in yourself. how'd you let those little punks reel you in a dare? where was the self-respect? the dignity? seriously, breaking your grandmother's number 1 rule for what? 10 dollars?

you walk along the shore while wearing a flowy white shirt and neck encased in one of your mother's pearl necklaces. the dare was simple: successfully walk down the shoreline without chickening out and boom— an extra 10 dollars into your wallet.

you'd prove to the twins that you weren't scared of a little bedtime story. buuut just in case you did happen to go missing (for reasons that are totally not hungry sea serpent related), you brought essentials in a bag, left a letter for your family, and are currently being watched by the twins.

laughing at yourself for the paranoia, you nearly reach the edge of the walk until you hear a feminine wail from between the hidden rocks. is someone hurt? the sound was coming from beyond your finishing point so it wouldn't hurt to check, right?

signalling the twins to come over, you bend down to their heights, "listen, it sounds like someone's in trouble past those rocks. so I want you both to go grab the first aid kit and call Officer Holden over, 'kay?" they nod and scamper off into town.

approaching the rocks, you peek in to find a naked... mermaid?! observing her, you notice the torn skin on her iridescent tail and warily walk over to her. "uh... hey? hola? salve? hallo? i'm ah— good human! no... nooooo bad.."

you notice the air seems to smell... sweeter?

the woman looks up at you from the sand with pleading eyes, "please— please help me! my name is Coralie, my master, he—"

"woah, it's ok! you're safe, help is coming. uh, your master? did he do this to you? are you an underwater criminal?!"

a distant melodious voice interrupts you. Coralie's previously pained face now warps into a sinister grin as her wound disappears. she crawls towards you as your vision fogs up and your knees buckle to the soft sand. the song lulls you into a deep sleep, your body now being pulled into the shallow waters.

you awake to the bright rays of sunshine and lungs filling in with fresh air. but the next in your line of sight knocked all the air out of your body again.

the luminous, barely-clothed body of an unknown man sat above you. his 9'7 self relaxed on the marble throne, with 2 pairs of eyes fixated on you. what the fuck is that?

you gawk at him, "holy mother of god..."

i'm not dreaming, am i?

his gaze shifts into amusement, "wrong. we gods do not have mothers. we were created."

"you're a... a god?"

"is it not obvious enough from my appearance? would you like to see another version of me?" the towering deity begins to warp into a feminine body as if it was melting and moulding itself. "is this preferable?" her new voice is flirtatious, genuinely curious.

then, she tries to warp into a third body. the transformation looks more painful than the one prior, it barely shifts halfway into a gruesome beast before returning back to its first body. he huffs while grasping his golden collar, "this... is not my original form. I have been cursed, long ago, to never set foot on human lands. this island is both my kingdom and prison."

you shakily stand up the marble floor, now noticing Coralie standing beside the throne with a pair of legs. slowly processing his words, you piece together the clues from his story and your memories of the abduction. this couldn't be...

"you are.. you're the sea serpent god! I can't believe grandma was right— shit, shit shit—"

he smirks at your panic, "correct. I am Anshumat; shapeshifter deity of the raging tides, granter of safe travels—"

"murderer and enslaver." you complete.

Anshumat roars, "correct again! you're on a strike, dear y/n. though trust me, my servants are treated well."

"..how do you know my name?"

"oh you poor thing, granny never told you? I know everything about you— a name is barely anything."

"told me what?"

"she used to be my cupbearer. until she escaped with that bastard traitor. isn't that right, Coralie?"

she nods, "yes, master."

"please sir, let me leave. my family— they'll search for me! I have a cat at home! I haven't even finished my favourite show.. so please..." you try to list more life goals.

he chuckled, "oh you are so amusing. and why would I do that? we've barely just been engaged, dear."

"what do you mean engaged?"

"I've been watching you since you took your first breath on earth, y/n. so imagine my surprise— to see you wrapped up in my favourite colour, like a pretty bride. you're my sacrifice."

fear tingles your spine, "wait, that was just a dare! i didn't really mean it!"

"doesn't matter. you will be my pearl."

"no! I have a family, a partner—"

"i said... it doesn't fucking matter." he slams his fist against the throne arm, "and you'll be seeing the head of that twat soon enough."

you don't give him a glance before you're turning your back and run down the staircase of the grand temple. careful not to trip, you focus on the flight of stairs, painfully aware of the loud footsteps approaching behind you. it doesn't take a second for Anshumat to pull on the collar of your shirt and slam you onto the staircase.

he sits atop you, lower region heavily grinding against your stomach. "get off me! don't you have hundreds of other options?! why me?!" you scream.

his bedazzled skin blocks your view of the sun, furious eyes glowing under his shadow, and sharp teeth bared into a snarl. "you do not get to leave me again. you will stay, and worship me. this island will be our eternal paradise."

large hands pressing against your throat, you struggle before darkness begins to cloud your vision.

"this time, you will live."

3K notes · View notes

folkookie97 · 9 months

Text

❝ every side of you ❞ — jjk

— SUMMARY: ❝Jungkook is a devil when he's fucking you and an angel when he's out of bed. You need his aftercare just like you need his tattooed arm choking you so hard.❞

— PAIRING: dom!jungkook x sub!reader

— TYPE: smut, fluff | non-idol!au, established relationship

— WORD COUNT: 1,201

— WARNINGS: PWP, curse words, rough sex, vaginal sex, choking, spanking, squirting, light dom/sub, degradation kink, mention of safeword, creampie, brief loss of consciousness, aftercare, pet names, dirty talk, unprotected sex, tattooed!jungkook

— NOTES: I'm definitely still freaking out over Jungkook's shirtless live on Weverse.

— RELEASE DATE: July 30, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3

Jungkook is a rough sex lover. You know better than anyone why this man is the biggest stereotype of a character written by an erotic romance author. No matter the time or place. Jungkook only wants his cock to be inside you.

The sound of your moans is like angelic melodies to him. The expression on your face when you reach the orgasm is more beautiful than any Renaissance art he could admire in a museum.

Jungkook loves having sex with you. Every day and every hour that you both could. Definitely.

For those reasons, you weren't surprised when Jungkook woke you up in the middle of the night for a quick fuck.

Or at least that was the initial idea. But just as he was addicted to feeling your pussy squeezing his cock during each thrust by his hips, you were addicted to the genuine pleasure his tattooed arm gave you during choking play.

“You're a whore, aren't you? You love being choked by me. You love when I don't let you breathe." He laughed listening to the sound of his balls hitting the skin of your ass as the speed of his thrusts increased. "Like it? How do you feel you shitty little bitch?

“So good, Kookie… I love it. You're perfect for me."

Your confession might seem adorable sometimes but Jungkook couldn't tolerate softness within sex. When he pressed his forearm to your throat hard enough to nearly hurt you, you muttered a strangled apology, aware that your mistake had pissed him off.

“That's not what I fucking asked." Jungkook slapped your ass with his free hand, the sight of your swaying ass cheeks causing spasms in his body. Holy shit, he really loved fucking you in doggy style. “I'm asking if you like being treated like the stupid bitch you are. You're my cock slut? My needy and dumb slut?

"Yes!" You moaned louder, the emotion of being degraded taking you closer to an overwhelming orgasm. "Please! Please continue! I'm gonna cum!"

"Such a greedy little bitch..." That snarky laugh came back, this time whispered close to your ear. He bit your right earlobe. "Wanna cum on my cock?"

Each thrust was like a walk in paradise. Or maybe a dance with the devil.

Jungkook understood about your body as well as a conductor could conduct an orchestra. It was no different for you. Your knowledge about the whole essence of his body covered in tattoos was something you acquired very well during all those years together.

So you knew why his hand left the soft piece of your ass to squeeze circles on your clit. He was gonna cum at any moment. He wanted you to cum too. You should cum around him, for him, with him.

"Such a fucking good pussy, holy shit!"

It was impossible for Jungkook not to feel numb from the feel of her pussy squeezing him, nearly crushing his cock because of deep thrusts.

It was like he wanted to break you in half. Hips colliding, his tattooed arm suffocating you, deft fingers rubbing your clit so hard and desperately.

You weren't shocked when an intense burning started at the bottom of your belly. It wasn't the first time that this would happen in a fuck with Jeon Jungkook.

However before you could warn him ahead of time, Jungkook was already increasing not only the speed of his fingers but also the pressure exerted on your clit.

There wasn't much you could do but scream when an orgasm flashed through your mind and a sizable amount of clear liquid squirted from your pussy onto the sheets.

You could hear your name escaping Jungkook's lips in a guttural moan and you could also feel all of his cum filling you in dense charges.

Swearing uttered by your boyfriend and the heat of his cum were the last things you were able to witness before your body gave out from exhaustion and you crashed into the wet bed sheets as you lost consciousness.

Jungkook was always a great boyfriend for you, at these times it was like he was written by Jane Austen. Romanticism was one of the characteristics you most admired about him. He was so soft and affectionate when you two was out of the bedroom.

The aftercare was essential for both of you. It didn't matter what he said or did to you in bed, after sex he became the classic "clingy boyfriend", always worried about you, your body and your mind.

"Are you okay babydoll? You scared me." It was the first thing your brain picked up on when you shook off the blackness of the fainting and opened your eyes.

The second thing you picked up was the fact that Jungkook was lying next to you. Both of you still naked and covered by a different sheet than the one on the bed when you have a squirt.

You might also notice that your skin wasn't as sticky as it used to be. Perhaps throwing it on the side table indicated why.

“I'm already fine, Kookie. Just relax." You failed to smile because you hissed in pain as soon as Jungkook's hands tried to pull you into a hug.

The slight discomfort in your body was enough to make Jungkook's overprotective personality worse; wide eyes and a devastated expression on his face.

"I hurt you babydoll? Why didn't you ask me to stop?"

“You didn't hurt me." It wasn't entirely true. Your skin was already lightly bruised, your throat was burning from the choking and your clit was still sensitive and painful due to the strong stimuli of Jungkook's fingers. However you also loved rough sex and therefore insisted on ensuring how satisfied you were after the situation. “It was perfect, angel. I promise. You know I would use the safeword if we had to."

Jungkook agreed as he hoped in his thoughts that this day would never come. He knew he would hate himself for the rest of his life if he ever hurt you.

“You were perfect babydoll. You're always perfect."

Circling your fingers over the patterns on his arm, you allowed yourself to smile at the praise. It was so sweet and kind. A complete opposite of the Jungkook you witnessed in bed.

You loved both sides of him.

"You like when I wet the sheets and my body slumped onto the mattress like a real doll?"

His cheeks turned red and your playful smile widened noticing his embarrassment.

"Shut up." He teased you in light chuckles. "I really got a worried after cumming seeing you fainting underneath me."

"I bet you got horny first." You teased again and this time he laughed louder rolling his eyes and nodding his head in affirmation.

"Fine! It was really a little hot. But I swear I still was worried."

This time you were the one who nodded.

Cuddling the heat of his chest, your eyelids began to close and the post-sex drowsiness expanded in intensity with each passing second.

“I love you my babydoll. You're perfect."

You chuckled and sealed your lips to the bare skin of his shoulder.

“Love you too, Kookie. Every side of you."

3K notes · View notes

dreamerschroniclesofstories · 5 months

Note

Hey love ! Hope you’re having a wonderful day/night 🩷

Could you please do a Tommy X reader where the reader works for him ( it could be his maid or secretary) and someone says something mean to them and they feel so humiliated that they leave. At first Tommy doesn’t know what happened until someone tells him and he goes ballistic and ends up defending her then they end up together 🩷 it could be angst to fluff please :) thank you so much

Sorry for any mistake !! English is not my first language

Hey lovelie! Thank you so much for your ask, I can definitely do that for you!. Hope you guys enjoy.

This fic will be based around season three, this means that Tommy and grace do not get married, in this she had Charles then left Tommy. Also, in this Lizzie is a bitch but its only for the purpose in the fic x.

Summery: request above

Word count: 2,321

When you were twenty, you had graduated from bed-ford college, which was very uncommon since not many people could read or write, but luckily your mother learnt you from a young age how to both which allowed you to complete your studies.

However, this meant that when people found out you were from London and had gone to one of the most prestigious colleges for young women, you were judged. Most people thought you were a privileged woman from a rich family. Unknownst to anyone but yourself, you aren't. You lived in a one bedroom apartment with your mother and two younger sisters. Your father had left your mother ,after your youngest sister was born, for a younger woman.

As you grew up, your mother had become ill, she had began to suffer from Melancholia, as her doctor described it. She never recovered from it and died when you had moved back home after graduating. When your mother died, your young sisters were left in your care and you decided you wanted to leave London and find somewhere else for your sisters to grow up. After nearly four years, you found your current home, Birmingham.

You loved your job, all you had to do was respond to letters for Tommy, make sure his schedule was up to date, make sure there weren’t any over laps and make meetings on his behalf. The only bad part of the job was sharing the room with tommys other secretary, Lizzie stark. At first, when she had started working two weeks after you started. She was nice, you spoke everyday, had lunch together whilst on break but once you started to get closer to Tommy she began to change.

At the beginning, you pretended not to notice, thinking maybe she was just having a bad day but every time you went into tommys office without knocking or every time Tommy comes in work, he stops to speak to you and asks you how your weekends been and how you sisters are, Lizzie would grumble under her breath and when you weren't looking would steal the paperwork Tommy gave you to sort out so she could do it and claim you weren't.

Today was one of the days that Lizzie was being extremely bitchy, it was a Friday afternoon which meant Tommy wasn't in the office most of the day. He was either at a meeting or in the betting shop. This left you and Lizzie alone.

You had just gone into tommys office to put the paperwork Tommy needed on his desk when Lizzie walks in as well.

“ Tommy has a lot of whores, one for each month, which one are you?”she sits down at the round oak table, getting out a cigarette then lights it.

You turn around to look at Lizzie and frowns, not understanding the purpose of this conversation “ what Mr Shelby does in his personal life is none of my business”

“don't act dumb, you know what i'm talking about Y/N” Lizzie spits, venom lacing her voice.

“ i don't think we should be having this conversation when Mr Shelby isn't here, its not appropriate” you asserted, picking up another pile of paperwork, being to walk back to the double doors that leads out to you desk and Lizzie.

The sound of scuffing catches your attention, making you stop walking and look towards Lizzie once again “ get off your high horse Y/N, this is Birmingham everyone is a whore, they don’t have money to act like they are better then everyone” Lizzie barked, pointing a finger at you.

Your heart begins to race, the blood running through your veins begin to rush to your face, causing your cheeks to begin to heat up, it was like someone had turned up your internal thermostat to the maximum and now your face is a shade of red that would make a tomato jealous.

“ i'm sorry if i offended you in some way, i did not intend too” you apologise, you knew you hadn't said anything offensive but you didn't like confrontation and you wanted to avoid yelling in any possible way.

Lizzie takes a drag of her cigarette “ you are so insufferable, i dont know how your family deals with you” she chuckles under her breath.

At the mention of your family, you take a shakey breath and turn away from lizzie “ i need to start this paperwork” . As soon as you sit back at your desk, you began to look through the paperwork but you couldn't concentrate. what Lizzie said to you runs laps in your head, making your chin begin to quiver as your eyes begin to fill with tears.

Unfortunately, at the same time polly walks through the main doors into the building, she walks over to you. Wiping under your eyes quickly,putting a smile on your face.

“ hello Polly, what can i do for you?” you ask softly, your voice breaking slightly as you try to hold in your emotions.

Polly raises an eyebrow and places her purse down on your desk, watching as Lizzie walks out of tommys office with a smirk on her face but as soon as she sees Polly, she quickly covers it with a smile.

“whats happened?” Polly asks, suspicion filling her words, looking between Lizzie and you.

“ nothing pol, just talking business” Lizzie puts on a smile and looks towards you, her eyes widening for a second to tell you not to say anything.

“yes, just business” you agree, nodding slightly.

Polly hums “ if you say so, anyway is Tommy free in the afternoon this week” she asks.

You grab his schedule from your draw and begins to look through this weeks page he's free Wednesday afternoon from two o'clock onwards” you grab your pen “would you like me to write you in for a meeting with him”

Polly smiles and grabs her purse again “ yes, thank you Y/N, your a doll” she kisses your cheek softly then leaves.

The visit from Polly, helped you distract yourself from the situation with Lizzie, you smile happily as you begin to write down the information bout polly's meeting in tommys schedule. As you begin to write in the book, the ink tub falls onto the page causing you to gasp.

You look up and see Lizzie standing in front of your desk, smirking. she lights another cigarette “opps, i guess you'll have to tell Tommy you ruined his book” she tuts, shaking her head.

Once again, your pulse begins to race, your heart starts to beat so incredibly loudly, louder then gunshots. Your hands shake as you begin to try and pat the ink with her handkerchief but it wasn't working.

“no,no,no” your eyes begin to well up with tears for the second time, in less them an hour. You look up at Lizzie, disbelief in your eyes.

“ why would you do that, this has all of Tommy's schedules” you ask astonished.

“ you don't belong here, I've known Tommy before you even were in Birmingham, i should be sat in your chair. Everyday i have to see you prim and proper, giggling at Tommy” Lizzie rants angrily.

Unknownst, to both of them. Polly was still behind the door listening to the conversation. she knew something was wrong so she wanted to listen in case they were hiding something.

Polly leaves the office, determined to find Tommy to tell him what she heard between his secretaries. however, she couldn't find him.

It had been a few hours since the incident, you were quiet s you write a letter to Tommy, you have decided to leave your position of head secretary, you couldn't cope with the daily taunting from Lizzie.

The sound of the door opening and close catches both of the women's attention, you stand up immediately when you see Tommy.

“ Mr Shelby, i need to speak with you if that's alright” you ask softly as you walk around your desk, to stand beside Tommy.

Tommy nods and lights the cigarette that was resting between his lips “ come through to my office miss Y/N” he gently places his hand on the small of your back as you begin to walk to his office with him.

As the door to his office closes, you didn't notice Lizzie watching you. Her eyes like daggers.

“please sit” Tommy nods to the chair by his desk as he sits in his own chair, slowly blowing out the smoke from his mouth. You gulp and nod, sitting down slowly on the cold brown leather seat. the coldness helping to cool down your skin.

“ I've been thinking for the past couple of weeks, and i didn't want to do this but its the best thing for me” you explain, nervously fiddling with the letter in your hands. Your hand shake as you give Tommy the letter “ i'm giving in my notice as Secretary, i will be leaving this company after we finish this conversation”

Tommy frowns, taking the letter gently “ may i ask why” he raises an eyebrow, looking towards your direction. you end up making eye contact for the first time during this conversation.

You smile slightly, your eyes showing that you were distressed “ no reason, i just feel ready to move on”

The next day

Tommy had organised a company/ family meeting, he had some business to talk about. Lizzie had to sit in the meeting since you use to but now you had left your position, no one else can do it.

Tommy had ordered two peaky blinders to watch your flat, wanting you to be protected since people knew you were associated with them.

The meeting had started nearly half an hour ago, however Polly just noticed Lizzie sitting at the table. She frowns “ Thomas, where is Y/N?”

Tommy sighs and leans against the wall, taking out his cigarette holder then opens it “Y/N has decided to move on with her career and no longer work for me” he announces.

Polly raises an eyebrow, glancing at Lizzie, seeing her smirk slightly “ have something to say Lizzie?” her voice full of bitter.

Lizzie shakes her head, no saying anything. Tommy nods and lights his cigarette “ Lizzie, by tomorrow afternoon i need an advert in the paper for a new head secretary” he explains.

Lizzie frowns “you're looking for someone else, i thought i would take that position” she admits.

Polly chuckles and shakes her head “ is that why you forced Y/N to leave? or is it because you want to fuck Thomas?” she quizzes.

Lizzie blushes slightly as Tommy raises an eyebrow and looks towards her.

“is that right Lizzie?” he asks, his eyes turning cold.

“ it wasn't fair Thomas, she came in and you gave her the job straight away without even knowing her” she snaps, putting down her pen. The room went quiet after lizzies confession.

“you were jealous of her so you made her feel bad about herself so much that she left her job? ey? are you fucking proud of yourself” his voice begins to rise as he speaks.

“it wasn't-” Lizzie begins to defend herself when Tommy interrupts her.

“ By the end of today, i want your desk cleared and you stuff gone, you're fired” he points to the door as he speaks, Polly smirking as she watches Lizzie stand up and rush out of the door. As soon as Lizzie left, a blinder rushes into the room.

“Tommy, shes leaving. we followed her to the train station. shes got bags and her sisters are with her as well” he states, catching his breath.

Tommy immediately grabs his coat and cap, rushing out of the betting shop.

At the train station

The sound of people yelling and rushing to and from trains fills your ears as you carry your bags, your sisters infront of her, walking towards the platform where your train back to London would arrive. The clunking and screeching of train engines makes you flinch slightly, you never get use to that sound.

Your train was due for another hour but you wanted to have enough time for your sisters to say goodbye to their friends before you went to the train station.

As you sat on the bench with your sisters, you didn’t hear Tommy calling your name since the platform was extremely loud. However, in the corner of your eye you see him walking over.

“ girls, stay here” you instruct, standing up.

You walk over to Tommy, looking up at him as you both stand infront of each other. However, you didn’t have time to say anything before Tommy kisses you. You didn’t know what to do at first but after a few seconds you felt your shoulders relax as you ease into the kiss.

Time slows, your lips felt like they were made to connect with each other. The feeling of Tommys hand on your cheek causes goosebumps to arrise on your skin. You had wanted his mouth on your for months, but now it’s happening, you want to savour the moment.

Your lips part softly, chasing tommys as he pulls away “ what was that for?” You whisper, biting your lip ever so softly.

“ I should have done it awhile ago” he whispers, stroking your cheek bone gently “ come back, I know what happened, lizzies gone” he explains, looking into his eyes. His pupils blown.

You smile, chuckling under your breath “ okay” you whisper, putting your hand over his.

Tommy brushes his pad of his thumb over your bottom lip. A silent harmony parts your lips as a soundless breath leaves your mouth. Your eye lids slide shut as Tommy leans in, brushing his lips across yours, feeling the coldness of his skin, like snowflakes trundling down from the sky. The soft pillow of your mouth gives Tommy the pressure that he longed for.

This is the light at the end of the tunnel, and you’re so glad you survived.

A/N: hey guys, I don’t really like this one. It feels rushed and it’s unedited so there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. Please do like and comment, I appreciate all of your support ❤️

#peaky blinders fanfic #tommy shelby fanfic #tommy shelby imagines #peaky blinders masterlist #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby angst #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fic #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby fanfic

376 notes · View notes

atarathegreat · 3 months

Text

Angry-Chiro Shinichiro Sano

Nestled down a dark, wide alleyway between two much larger buildings was SS Motors. A squat little mechanics shop where you could buy spark plugs, gas caps, and tools on the shelves, and in the back was the garage. The garage was a little smaller than the whole building, big enough to fit a car while still having enough room for the mechanic to shift how he needed.

Shinichiro Sano took tremendous pride in his little shop, even had dreams that it would be bigger and placed in a more accessible space in the city. Fixing things was his passion, ripping out the bad parts or, in his current case, gutting a whole bike frame, was also part of the fun. Normally.

"Mother-" The sounds of ricocheting tools echoed up to the shop where you were helping customers. Steel on concrete or bouncing off the other metal work tables made you cringe as you hurled excuses again and again at Shinichiro's expense.

"Our mechanic is currently indisposed." You were all kind smiles and soft words when people were asking for him. They would sigh and nod and leave names and numbers, all while hearing the temper tantrum from the back of the shop. It wasn't new and many of the patrons were ignoring it for the most part, but you still worried about Shinichiro and the temper you knew he was capable of having.

While the rest of the shoppers were busy, not that there were many in such a secluded shop, you snuck back to the garage and peeked in. Shinichiro was fixing the bike frame back on a stand, leaving you to assume that maybe he'd gotten pissed enough to kick it over. "Shini?" The sound of your voice was enough to make him take a deep breath and look over his shoulder. He looked tired, his dark eyes not even really looking at you, "It...the bike...bolts..." Shinichiro was so mad he could hardly form a coherent sentence as he waved both arms at the frame, and that was fine, you were used to piecing together the issues. "It's alright. Steady hands, remember? Take it slow." Another soft smile and a little wave as you returned back to the front counter.

Closing early was surely going to set Shinichiro off even more, if he ever came out of the garage, but you closed early despite that. It wasn't good for business if the manager slash mechanic slash owner was seen as an angry man who couldn't keep tools from becoming an airborne item. Wrenches weren't meant to be birds and bolts definitely weren't rain drops.

"Son of a bitch!"

You sat up in bed, rubbing quickly at your eyes as more clanging woke you from a short nap. It was dark and your eyes hadn't yet cleared enough for you to see the bright red lines on the alarm clock. Moonlight almost kept you from tripping over the pile of shoes, your stumble becoming a valuable reminder that you would, eventually, have to buy a shoe rack. Cold air hit you quickly as you stepped from the mini living quarter and you reached back in to grab a coat before heading back out to trudge through the shop and to the garage. It got colder the closer you got.

"Shinichiro?"

The man turned quickly, a glare set in his features, as if a sculptor had snuck in and using clay and water to fix his beautiful smile into a scowl. "It's freezing, darling, come inside." You crossed the coat over itself to pull it tighter in hopes to keep some semblance of warmth for your skin.

"Can't. This stupid fucking thing isn't working with me and now this bolt won't even line up correctly." He slammed a wrench to the ground, glaring at the gas tank he was trying to connect to the newly cleaned bike frame. "To top it off, the rust took me nearly all day to get off and I can't even track down the right kind of seat for it!" Shinichiro huffed, leaning back against the toolbox, "How am I supposed to fix this by my deadline?"

Tools and dirty rags covered the garage floor as you stepped around and over them and bigger parts, crouching next to him, "How about I hold the tank steady and you secure it, and then we go in so you can get a drink, eat dinner, then we'll go to bed?"

Shinichiro shook his head, wiping a rag at the frame as if he was doing something, though he knew he just wanted to look busy, "I set a deadline for myself, Y/n, I want, need, this damn thing to be on the streets come spring." He always reached the goals he set for himself, so you knew it would kill him for yet another deadline with this particular bike to be pushed back.

It already wasn't a promise that he would've found the frame in Puerto Rico, and then the airlines tried to run you both around in circles over the metal until you went in and dragged it out by yourself. And then all the parts up to this point had to be ordered and the deliveries were delayed due to the winter weather, further ruining Shinichiro's plans. He stayed up night after night just to get a little bit further along in the process, all while neglecting his bodies needs for food, water and sleep. Being cooped up in the cold, horribly lit garage wasn't good for him. He looked gaunt and exhausted.

A heavy sigh fell from his lips, getting trapped somewhere between the rusty trashed parts and pile of boxes filled with new parts that had yet to be used. "I can't let it sit for a long time, I'll never get back to it." His bones spoke loudly as he stood and stretched, each pop was another cry for rest.

"You'll return to it, Shini." A weight was lifted from his shoulders when you smiled like that, like you believed in every move he made and every decision he was set on. "You never leave anything unfinished, y'know." The warmth from your hands was stolen from you as you held the tank steady for him, "And you can always call on me if you need help. I can work more than a register."

He was sure you could absolutely do more than a register, but your hands weren't supposed to be covered in grease like his, or calloused like his. You were supposed to have clean hands, manicured hands, dainty hands. Yet you didn't seem to care about any of that. Not as you leaned over the de-rusted handlebars to hold the gas tank so Shinichiro could fix the washer and bolt where they belonged and tighten them.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #shinichiro sano #sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano x reader

172 notes · View notes

sluttysanemi · 26 days

Text

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

YOUR POST.

a/n: i hate hoes who open their gaping mouth n talk shit about u, even though ur an online creator w a slight social presence. imagine calling a stranger spoiled, a bitch, and telling them to kill themselves, even though they've never spoken to you, and simply posted something you disagree with? couldnt be me, LOL! imagine being so childish? (u forgot petty btw ;)) tag me b4 u spread ur legs again to shit talk me, you spineless, nosy, slow ass, cunt!! xoxo)

also, do me a favour n send esha spiders to her home address!! she loves them!! she wants them all over her bum. hi esha!!

c/w: out-of-character sanemi, masturbation, jealous sanemi, slightly stalker-ish?, public masturbation?? hes in his car idk

He was constantly monitoring your social media. It felt as if he was persistently on your page. Watching you. Watching your body.

He was addicted. He couldn't let you leave him.

You could say that you've parted ways. Still, your presence remained in his heart.

And his head remained clouded by his perverse thoughts.

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙-　*̩̩̥͙

Sanemi slid into the driver's seat once more, following his brief journey to the petrol station. Outside, it was dingy and late. There weren't many vehicles within the area.

He stared out the window, taking in the serene moment. It was quiet and silent, with many shops shuttered. The majority of apartment windows were dark, indicating that the occupants had been sleeping.

His mind pondering endlessly, he took his phone from his pocket. His thumb scrolled mindlessly, prolonging his journey home.

As he clicked on his social medias, the sudden urge to look at your page swiftly struck him. He held an unhealthy attachment. He needed to know how you were.

You still belonged to him after all, he strongly thought. He held the freedom to stalk your online presence as much as he pleased.

Heaven forbid that you had found a new boyfriend. A substitute for him. He wouldn't forgive it. He would have ensured that he implemented action against him.

As he visits your page, he discovers a fresh post. Another work of art to marvel at. He swallows idly, tapping the screen.

As the image was displayed on his phone, he felt a strong surge of shock. And intense thoughts of arousal.

He stares at the scene, his mind racing with numerous thoughts. It was a beach post, your attire almost provocative. Your apparel was tight and highlighted the intricate details of your body. He consumed it entirely.

He bit his lip and kept his eyes riveted to his phone. What a tease you were. You knew he would grow thrilled by your body.

His clothing felt tight as his cock began to pulse, and harden beneath the material. You were devious, he thought. Your body was pleading for him.

His palms grew damp, and his body tensed. He craved relief.

His eyes remained centred on his phone, as his fingers crept gradually to his zip. Quivering digits slowly curled, tugging downward. As it opened, he fumbled to his belt. He loosened himself, providing his waist slight solace.

With simple access, he swiftly pulled aside the soft material of his briefs, releasing his eager shaft. His bulbous tip oozed glistening droplets of pre.

With a quivering breath, he curled his hand over his pulsating erection. His veins jerked fiercely.

His lips groan with ecstasy as his hand glides in a steady rhythm. His thoughts were centred on you. Only you.

His hips jerked lightly as his chest heaved. His brows pinched together, and his cheeks flushed.

He thought of you in compromising scenarios. In altering positions. He envisioned how you would plead for him, as his cock gradually plunged within you. The tight cavity of your walls, writhing around him.

His hands surged quicker, as his hips bucked more viciously.

His fingers trembled, as his phone nearly fell from his grasp. He darted a glance at your face. Your lips. He recalls their soft, tender touch. Their supple feel. His head rolls back, and a deep groan slips from his chest.

He envisioned them wrapped around his rushing shaft. How he'd grasp your hair and rock his hips fiercely into your throat. He'd watch his seed fill your mouth and slowly drip past your lips.

“Fuck… cockslut… just beggin’ for this cock, huh?”, his words a heavy breath. He couldn't help himself.

He felt himself fluttering more vigorously. With a few further strokes, his shaft gushed. Thick jets of his seed spilled from his straining cock, as he groaned with delight. He immersed himself in the moment, his mind blurred with bliss.

He buried himself in heaven.

He takes a moment to replenish his breath. His hazy thoughts gradually returned to clarity.

He gazed at his palm, which was now coated in his ecstacy. His thighs trembled faintly, and his body felt almost overwhelmed.

“Fuck…”, he whispered softly. What an influence you had on him.

He knew one thing for definite.

He needed to bring you back.

85 notes · View notes

fl3shm4id3n · 6 days

Text

ₐₜₜₑₙₜᵢₒₙ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴊᴏɴᴀᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜʙᴜꜱ/ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: slight SMUT?, Mentions of murder/homicides, reader is a narcissists and delulu (delusional af), mentions of promiscuity, talks about sex, reader is self absorb, age gap (reader is early 20s and Jonathan is in his early 30s), toxic behavior, reader is a bit needy, making out, titty grabbing and groping.

A/N: I wanted to write something, based on Jennifer Check from Jennifer's Body.

Masterlist

All that you regretted was not being careful enough, you had been caught. And out of all night, it just had to be prom night, you hated being seen the way that you did. Your dress all wet with blood, your hair was also wet and your makeup was a mess. When you saw the pictures on the news paper, you nearly lost it. All you wanted to do was scream by how bad you looked that night. The only good thing was that you looked hot in the orange jumpsuit given to you, the whole trial you were busy trying to look good and pretty for the cameras. You'd even smile and wave as if you were some kind of celebrity who just won an award and was loved by many. You weren't, but you loved to think that you did.

You were going to be an Arkham for a while, well until you were stable enough to go back out into the real world. You hated your stay. They didn't give you any kind of skincare or makeup that you could use. The only thing that was good was that you had your own room. Except that room looked like shit. You hated it, but it was better than dealing with a lunatic. Most days you'd be rotting in bed or looking at yourself in the small plastic mirror. Trying to make yourself look decent of some kind. You hated not having skincare of your makeup. One morning you had woken up, then discovered that you had a pimple on your cheek. You threw a fit, you screamed and even fought with the security guards because of your silly little outburst.

You didn't even know if you'd be able to stand being in Arkham for long. It's already been two whole years and you still haven't adjusted to that place for lunatics. You wanted to get out, but you couldn't. You couldn't bride anyone with smiles, eyelash flutters or even a kiss on the cheek. Nope, it would be much harder then you thought. When it came to doctors, you tried to bride them with a wink here or a complement there. But no, they'd get fed up with you and leave to tend to someone else. It frustrated you so much. One because those tricks would normally work on anyone. Mainly those dumb high school boys who really wanted attention from a hot girl. Except, you weren't in high school anymore. You were a whole adult and so was everyone in the nut house.

That morning you simply laid in bed, staring endlessly at the ceiling while chewing on a piece of your hair. You were bored, not only that but you felt as if your skin was dry and flaky. You were having a bad morning, all you wanted to do was lay in bed and simply rot. While you continued mindlessly staring at the ceiling, you heard your door open. Sitting up, you saw that it was one of the guards. Great, another doctor. Hopefully this one is easy to crack.

You got up, then followed the guard into the room where you were left alone with the doctor. They told you to sit down and wait, as you waited. You couldn't help but bitch and whine to yourself about looking like crap. "Ugh, if I could at least have my gold hoop earrings." You whined, while throwing your head back as you slumped onto the chair. After a few minutes. You heard the door open, you didn't brother looking over until you saw a man standing in front of you. "You must be miss L/N." He said, his voice sounded, soothing and almost relaxed. Looking up, you saw who this new doctor was.

You were taken by surprise due to how cute he was. He looked no older than late twenties or early thirties maybe. He has brown hair, pale skin, peachy plumped lips and those eyes. God, those eyes were the most beautiful thing ever, almost as beautiful as you. He looked just like those boy magazines that you'd often stare at and have day dreams about bring with those boys. "And who am I pleasured to meet?" You asked, while sitting up straight, even fixed your hair a bit. "I'm Jonathan Crane, but you can call me Doctor Crane." he responded, with a neutral look and voice. You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip and ogle at him, like a teenage girl, that you still wished you were.

"Do you know why am here?" Jonathan asked, while studying your body language. Seen how you must have been smitten by him. It was an obvious observation. "Because you wanted to see the one and only, Y/n L/n?" You teased, while you giggle. All he did was look at you, seen how you were just being a tease. "Just kidding, you came to see what was wrong with me, but don't worry. There's nothing wrong with me, but I'll let you check me up." You said, with a smile and wink. Jonathan just sighed, he almost couldn't believe how shameless you were. "So, your file says that you have been convicted of a few homicides involving boys." He explained, reminding you on why you were here in the first place.

"That was a long time ago, it doesn't even matter anymore." You said, almost getting annoyed but kept your composure. "Tell me about yourself, you must be interesting." You said, while leaning against the table a bit, giving him somewhat of a view of your chest. You were glad that the orange shirt of your prison jumpsuit was somewhat big enough to give a peak at your chest. "How about, we talk about you instead. I'm here to talk to you and about you." Jonathan said, making you blush like a school girl. Were you dreaming or something? "About me? What of me?" You asked him, while looking at him. Admiring how handsome he was. How well put together he is. You just wanted to run your fingers through his hair, maybe even take his glasses and try them on just for shits and giggle. You felt as if you had fallen in love with him on the spot.

"Dunno, I'll let you decide." He said, god he was such a gentleman. "I don't know..." you said, not sure what to say or do, but then you got an idea. You quickly changed your demeaner, you went from being flirtatious to a bit sad. "It's just, been so lonely." You moaned, almost seductively. But he didn't budge. "How so?" He asked, while studying your body language. "You know, no big, strong, handsome man to protect me." You said, while looking at him directly in his eyes. You had a small pout on your lips. Trying to seem and sound as innocent and seductive as possible. "I'm sure security is doing that." He said, damn it! He wasn't falling for it.

You sighed, but kept up your act. "I know, but... You know what I mean. I want someone to love and protect me. You know, how a husband protects his wife?" You asked him, while moving both your arms on both sides of your breasts and slightly pushed them together. Making them more visible for him to see. But you noticed how he wasn't even trying to look at your chest. He just looked at your face. Then you thought of something, slowly. You scooted a bit closer to the table, then your right arm reached over and held it out for his hand to take. "Can you lend me a hand?" You asked sweetly while tilting your head to the side. Jonathan hesitated, but he reached out and allowed you to get a hold of his hand.

You took his hand and slowly guided it towards your chest, but you placed his hand on where your heart was. His huge palm could feel the plushy and softness of your breast. You somewhat wished that he'd give it a small and light squeeze. "Feel my heart Doctor Crane... I think it's broken." You nearly said in a whisper. Seductively. Even with his hand on your breast he didn't seem to budge, he just looked at your face and nothing else. After some time, he removed his hand off your breast and checked the time on his watch. "Well, our time is up." That's all he said, you felt disappointed. You weren't used to that kind rejection, your previous doctors would of cummed right in their pants, him? He was going to be a challenge and you weren't going to give up easily.

Almost a whole month has passed and still, nothing. Doctor Crane was a hard nut to crack. Not only that, but your so called supernatural powers didn't show up. To this day, you still aren't really able to explain how you got them. Ever since that night that you had been killed by those guys who claimed to be a band, you've been behaving and acting strange. Were your powers weak? Or did they go away? The reason why you were powerful a two years back, was because you fed off the attention you were given by everyone, specially the boys. In here, anyone barely even looked at you. It made you feel weak and drained. Maybe that's what it was, the lack of attention is what's making you feel that way. You hated it.

The only one who fed you attention was Doctor Crane, after your sessions. You'd have that energy, you felt much fresher than before. That's what made you love him even more. Despite his coldness, he gave you that energy that you so needed. Your previous doctors didn't do that, since they only see you once and after you played your little game they'd leave because they couldn't stand you. Ever since Doctor Crane into your life, you couldn't help but fall for him. Was it really love? You weren't so sure or bothered trying to find an answer to your question. You just loved how he'd give you attention, even if it'd irritate the hell out of him. He stayed. Probably to study you some more, but you didn't mind being studied by him. As long as he feeds you the attention you've craved for the last two years, you didn't care.

That day, you didn't see the doctor. Since he was other stuff to do. It'd been a whole week since you've seen him. He'd come every day, until now. He just hasn't showed up at all. It made you sad and made you feel even more tired and drained. His attention was something that you've got addicted too. You wanted it, you had to have it. But you couldn't, it wouldn't be easy. You felt your skin get flaky and dry, like a snake's. You began to see that you were getting dark circles under eyes. Because of how tired you've got. God, you missed him so much. You've began to have dreams of you and him, married, living together. You didn't understand why, you didn't have dreams of that sort, ever.

It was already late at night, you laid in bed. Alone in the dark, still feeling like shit. You were laying on your side, facing the wall. Thinking about Doctor Jonathan Crane. You simply stared at the wall, seen how you had managed to engrave his name onto that old concrete wall. Since the day he didn't show up, was when you craved his name into the wall. Just so that you could stare and look at the name, sometimes even caress it as if it was the most delicate thing. Eventually you closed your eyes, trying to maybe get some sleep, and dream about him.

But your eyes quickly shot open when you heard the door of your room open. You quickly sat up and turned around to see who or what it was. It was somewhat dark, but the small window of your cell allowed you to see who it was. It was him, Jonathan. He stood there looking back at you for a whole minute. You didn't even notice him closing the door, your name focus was him. "Jonathan?" You said, almost in disbelief. "The one and only." He said, his voice made your chest rise and your heartbeat go over the roof. Not only that, but you also felt how your skin began to feel fresh, as if cold water had been splashed onto your dry skin. Making it feel refreshed.

"Oh Johnny." You said, quickly getting up from your bed and ran up to him. He wasn't far away from you, since your room was small. Almost as small as your old walk in closet. Once you reached him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Hugging him tightly. "I missed you, so much." You said, while hugging him. You couldn't help but get a whiff of his washed clothed mixed with his cologne. You missed that scent, his scent. You felt how he too wrapped one arm around your waist and petted your hair. "I know you did." He said, neutrally, but it sounded sweet to you. He was sweet to you in his way. You didn't want to let go or him to let you go. You wanted to be in his arms forever until you both die and rot.

Then he slowly pulled away from you, looking down at your face. But you kept your arms around his waist, so that he couldn't go just yet or even attempted to leave. "You have no idea how bad I wanted to see you." Jonathan said, while gently caressing your cheek. Making you purr and close your eyes by the touch of his hand on your now fresh and bright skin. "Where did you go? Why did you leave me here alone?" you asked, almost desperate to know his reasons why you disappeared for a whole week. "I had other things to tend to." He said, while looking at you. Seen how week and vulnerable you were at the moment. "Doesn't matter anymore, at least you came here. To see me." You said, with a small smile on your lips. Happy to be this close to him. This was the first time you've ever been this close to him.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked, almost timidly, but you just had to ask him. "Of course, what is it?" He asked, while looking at you. His eyes, damn those eyes. They made your legs shake and nearly go week. "Could I kiss you?" you asked, while beginning to breath heavily. All of a sudden you got, you felt your skin heat up and needed to remove some clothes just to calm the heat down. Jonathan smiled at you. Sweetly, but that sweetness had a small hint of sinisterism. "Of course you can." He said, without hesitating. You smashed your lips against his.

Jonathan let out a small grunt as soon as your lips touched his. Your arms snaked around his neck, desperately trying to get him to be closer to you than he already was. Jonathan held you close to him as well. The kiss got slightly violent and more sloppy. Both your tongued wrestled one another's, followed by teeth clanking against one another and your lips pressed against his. You needed that, you wanted that. Jonathan's hands grabbed at your ass, giving it a squeeze every now and then, as a way of getting you either railed up or just flat out tease you. Soon after, you felt his hand get a hold of one of your breasts. Causing you to moan against his mouth.

His palm caress and gripped onto your breast, slightly pinching your harden nipple. "Ah!" You moaned against his mouth, feeling how your once weak body was burning with desire. You wanted more, you needed more. As soon as your hands reached down to get a hold of his belt. Jonathan stopped grabbing your breast and pull away from the sloppy kiss. "Wha-" You manage to say. You looked at him, shocked and breathless by his sudden motion. "Now now." He simply said, while he admired how worked up you were. "But-" You were quickly cut off by him. "Shh, shh." He shushed you. In which you. You could feel how his cold hand gently got a hold of your chin and cheeks, as soon as his cold skin touched the hot skin of your cheeks. You felt relaxed.

"Patience. You're not ready yet." He said, making you let out a small whine. "But I am." You whined, you sounded so needy, but you didn't care. You wanted him right there and then. "You think you're ready, but you're not. Be patient." He said said, almost in a whisper. So that only you could hear. You wanted to protest, but you didn't. You choose to listen again. You simply nodded in response. "Alright, Doctor." You said, almost in a form of a moan. Jonathan smirked at you, gently cleaning off yours and his mixed saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. "Good girl." He praised, making you nearly fell at your knees by his words.

ₙₑₓₜ ₚₐᵣₜ

75 notes · View notes

smuttysabina · 8 months

Text

Aria gets Bullied at School

(Ariasaki x Lilypichu x Pokimane x Jodi x Jaime, 3.9k Words)

Tags: Lesbians, moral corruption, degeneracy, cunnilingus, some poor girl getting finger-blasted, lots of boobs, even more kissing, hints of romance, wow that's an unreasonable amount of squirt, I hope they're staying hydrated.

A/N: Also I thought commissioning some art for this would be fun lol

"...So anyways, he just busts in my mouth..." "...Oh my god was it a lot...?" "...Then he starts crying about some other girl..." "...That sounds fun, we should do it together next time!"

Aria cringes in embarrassment as the four girls blabber and gossip around her desk, making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She had no idea why they all chose to sit next to her, or why they were giving her so much unwanted attention. More importantly, why they felt the need to talk about such lewd things; weren't they all still in High School? Aria twitches whenever Imane, Jaime, Jodi, or Lily randomly shoots a question her way, usually asking her opinion about some unseemly thing...

"Do you think he looks cute?" "Can you believe Lily, she nearly drowned in it!" "Anal sounds kinda painful, yeah?" "You should dress up a little, don't you think?" "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" "Have you even kissed a boy before?" "Have you kissed a girl before?" "Hey, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Aria blinks at the untoward question from Imane, blushing as she deflects desperately, "N-no I haven't, why are you asking me?" She fidgets, eyes flicking from side to side as she looks for an escape route. But Aria is thoroughly trapped on all sides by these popular girls, slyly surrounding her and pressing in ever closer with their bodies...

Imane smiles in a disarming fashion, "C'mon, what's a few secrets between friends? Surely you're at least a little curious about how it feels..." "I...I um..." Aria stammers, "Awww look at her, she's blushing!" Jaime cackles with delight, "Don't be a bitch Jaime, not all of us are whores," Jodi blandly admonishes her friend, causing Jaime to hiss angrily, "Guys okay, calm down, that's a lot..." Lily does her best to sooth the bickering pair, wearily making peace between them. Imane giggles at her friends antics, before leaning close to Aria once more, her breathe hot against her cheek, "You never did answer my question, do you want to try it?" Aria's eye's nearly balloon out of her sockets in horror, as she shyly sputters something incoherent while Poki laughs teasingly, "Oh you are so fun Aria, you should hang out with us sometime, what are you doing after school today?" Aria was planning on going home and playing Maplestory all day, but she could hardly admit to such a thing in front of them. So instead she answers with a vague, "Um, not much!" The other girls pause in their yammering at this, turning like carnivores that had just scented prey, "Oh really?" "We should go to your place then!" "Yeah it'll be lots of fun!" In the face of the girl's united front, Aria glumly agrees...

The rest of the day passes in a blur for Aria, as she panics about her upcoming social event with the four most popular girls in school. She dreads what sort of depraved activities they will pressure her into doing; especially since her parents are out with her sister until late tonight. She attempts to sneak out while the girls aren't noticing, but Lily sticks to her like a leech, cheerfully chattering away and never letting Aria out of her sight. Except for when Lily went into the boys' bathroom, Aria was a bit confused why she was limping a little after that; hopefully the boys didn't beat Lily up for invading their sacred space! Holding Aria hostage just outside of school, Lily blabbers until she is joined by a fashionably dressed Jaime, who is idly reapplying her makeup. Lily sniffs the air intently, before giving Jaime a sideways glance, who returns it steadily. Aria looks back and forth in confusion until they both start giggling; weird. Jodi is the next sashay up, licking her hand clean of water, or at least Aria thinks it's water... Jaime makes a bland comment, "You know there are easier places to clean up than your hand, right Jodi?" Jodi sniffs, "Not all of us are so open with their love, some boys only deserve my hands" Aria quietly worries a little about Jodi, it sounds as if she's been getting harassed by suitors! All of these popular girls have such huge problems with boys going on, she sure is glad she doesn't have to deal with that sort of thing...

Finally, and fashionably late, Imane joins the party, her leggings sprinkled with stains, her blouse in somewhat of a disarray. The Queen Bee of the school gathers her hive, and they set off; practically escorting Aria in the direction of her house. Imane explains her absence with a simple "I was dealing with the football team", which seems to satisfy the other girls. Who quiz her with delightful curiosity about her experience; to Aria it sounds as if poor Imane was getting horribly abused by the boys, these poor girls! Aria reassesses her original thoughts about the Four, evidently they had only been joking about all those gross, sexual things in class earlier; they're just the victims of those awful boys! She didn't think the male population of her school had been that depraved, but it sounds as if she would have to rethink her opinions! They are using kind of dirty terms to describe stuff though... ugh at this point Aria is just so confused! Confusion aside, the group has finally arrived at Aria's house; she had been so focused on the conversation she lost track of time! The four girls prattle as they lounge around the doorway, patiently waiting for Aria to fumble her keys into the lock. Click!

The Four pour into Aria's home in a triumphal stream, practically carrying Aria along as they invade her living room. Up the stairs they marched her, cheerfully inviting themselves into her room and occupying her bed in a chattering flock. Aria once again finds herself ensconced at the center of the group, but this time there would be no easy escape for her. The girls' hands accidentally brush against her body as Imane, Jaime, Jodi, and Lily slowly edge closer to the innocent prey trapped between them. She can tell their gossip has become secondary to their predatory intent, squishing close around her as they cuddle with deceptive playfulness. Imane's warm breath in her ear causes Aria to jump in surprise, "You never did say if you've been kissed by a girl before..." Aria chuckles awkwardly, "Oh. I um- n-no I haven't yet..." Imane purrs, her hand gently turning Aria's head towards her own, "Good," and promptly kisses her. Aria's eyes widen in shock as her first kiss is taken by the most popular girl of her school, a veritable goddess; whose soft lips press confidently against her own. Imane's tongue slowly slides into Aria's mouth, luxuriously enjoying her warmth as Aria's eyes roll back from the novel sensations flowing through her. She is panting when Imane finally breaks off the kiss with a pleased smile, only to find Lily already nosing in for the next round. Who makes for a very gentle and romantic partner, softly and demurely kissing Aria until both of their mouths are connected by spit as they stare into each others' eyes. Then Jaime takes her turn, making an absolute sloppy mess on Aria's face as she drools and licks all over her; greedily slurping on her tongue and lips. Aria was fast growing exhausted from this treatment when Jodi hauls her friend off of her, taking her place and cleaning up. Her technique is far more mature than Jaime's, smoothly enjoying Aria while still giving her space to breathe.

By the time Jodi is done, Aria is shuddering, her face bright red, chest heaving with excitement. She could tell that while the Four had taken their turns with her, they had not been idle; lipstick marks all of their cheeks and necks, and even their exposed.... Oh. Imane and Lily are entirely shirtless, their breasts on full display, nipples erect in the stuffy air of Aria's room. Imane's are large and tanned, yet still retaining some youthful perkiness, while Lily's are petite, not even a handful, yet still arousing to look at. Aria moans unintentionally at the sight, her legs rubbing reflexively as her body responds to the hormones getting dumped into her brain. Giggling, the other three rejoin Jodi, now caressing Aria as much as one another; their hands teasing open her thighs and groping her full breasts. Aria feels like she's losing her mind, letting herself get carried along by the pleasure of having the four popular girls enjoying her body; scenes flashing by. Jodi and Imane sucking and licking at her neck, leaving their marks on her; Jaime wrenching open her blouse, allowing Lily to carefully scoop out one of her weighty breasts in awe, before digging in; Imane carefully feeding Aria her engorged nipples one by one, letting her suck on them like a baby; Jaime furiously making out with Jodi, the frenemies feeling one another up in an erotic frenzy; Lily joining Aria at Imane's breasts, kissing while they lick at her nipples; Jaime's hand rustling between her legs, her moans becoming ever more loud and plaintive...

"Oh already?" "Mhmm that's it Jaime, let it out!" "What a slut..." "Her face is so red!" "Right in front of Aria too!" "Oh fuuuuuuuck!" "Geez Jodi, making her cum so fast..."

The other girls coo and stroke their friend, groping and massaging the bent over Jaime as she approaches climax, staring straight at Aria. She bites her lip, letting out a whine as her masturbation becomes wetly audible; focused only on reaching orgasm. Jaime shrieks, "OH FUCK", before partially collapsing onto Aria, quivering as she continues to pleasure herself even in the throes of ecstasy. The others gasp and giggle at the sight, idly rubbing their own bodies as they watch their best friend cumming right in front of them.

"Fuck that's hot." "What a mess..." "You even came before the virgin, that's so sad!" "Uggggggh" "Omgomgomg-"

The spell broken, Aria finally notices the warmth in her own crotch, she had no idea this is what popular girls usually did together... it excites her. After a minimal amount of aftercare, Imane and Jodi return their attentions to Aria with an even more salacious intent; their eyes burning bright with lust. What few clothes remained were discarded hurriedly, revealing their shapely bodies in full. Lily meanwhile kisses her way down Aria's thigh, her nimble body opening Aria's legs with ease as she lifts up her skirt. Aria gasps when Lily removes her panties, the air cool against her pussy, unable to protest with Jodi's sizable bust in her face. Lily lets out a squeal of delight, "Oh wow, she is wet down here!" "Really?" "Oh she is dripping!" "Adorable" "I think she likes it!"

Aria hides her face in embarrassment as the Four examine her sex, she can't believe that she is on full display like this! It feels so intoxicating, what if they think she's a pervert or something... Aria feel's them crowding around between her legs, and she scrunches her eyes tight, it's so shameful! Then someone's tongue licks her slit, and she wails. Aria looks down quickly to see Lily softly bobbing her head between Aria's thighs, the warm spot of her tongue making Aria moan; it feels so good! Aria is in pure bliss as Lily eats her out, head in the clouds, unable to focus on anything but the pressure growing between her legs. Is she going to cum? Is this what it feels like? Is this- oh. Oh. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck- "Oh fuck I'm CUMMING!?" Aria screams at the top of her lungs, spasming as she orgasms for the first time. For a long while all Aria can do is lay there, whining until the heat within her finally dims enough for her to pay attention to her surroundings. Jaime and Jodi sprawl nearby, the former finger-deep inside of the latter while slurping on her clit; the both of them glaring at each other. Imane stands up from her place behind Lily, chin glistening as she licks her lips clean of her friend's juices. Aria is so entranced at the sight, that she almost misses the feeling of Lily's fingers starting to press against her...

"No wait," Lily stops in confusion, "You can't! It's my first time!"

Even Jaime pauses at that, all of the Four looking at Aria with nostalgia in their eyes, remembering their cherries getting popped. Then they remembered how exactly their own deflowerings went, nodding at one another; it's best to leave this sort of thing to Girls rather than let the Boys disappoint her. So they crowd around her once more, gently stripping off Aria's outfit until she is as naked as the rest of them. Aria blubbers as the girls sooth and massage her, helping her to relax as they wear away at her last restraints.

"Guys no, it's not right!" "Awww, hush Aria" "Virgins are always so fun" "Oh she wants it though..." "Mhmm it's okay, just relax" "Don't worry, we'll be gentle" "You'd rather have a gross boy flopping between your legs?" "So, who do you want?" "Yeah, whose fingers do you want to take your virginity?" "Well?" "C'mon c'mon!" "Calm down! Let her pick" "So, who do you want to be your first?" "..." "... Um... Imane..."

The girls erupt in squeals and giggles at this acquiescence, hugging each other in delight as they ready themselves to lead Aria into womanhood. Imane slides in behind Aria, leaning her back against the soft cushions of her breasts, their faces inches away from one another. Jaime and Lily lay themselves against Aria's hefty breasts, softly kissing them as they stroke her stomach and thighs. Jodi meanwhile fetches a makeup mirror from Aria's desk, placing it so that she will be able to see herself be deflowered. Aria nervously wriggles with anticipation, she still cannot believe that her v-card is about to get taken by Imane. Who soothingly runs her hand down Aria's chest, until it teasingly covers her sex, "Ready to become a woman?" Aria nods frantically up at Imane, who smiles, they all smile, gently opening Aria's lower lips so that she can see the state that she is in. Aria's jaw drops as she looks at her unkempt and hairy pussy, sopping wet, flushed and swollen with arousal, her hole palpitating slightly with anticipation; is that really hers? Then Imane's fingers creep down towards her entrance, making Aria quiver; it's happening! She watches as Imane's adroitly teases at entry... then she is inside of her. Aria moans plaintively as her virginity is taken by Imane's fingers, it feels so much better than when she does it herself!

Wet squelching noises soon emerge from between Aria's thighs as Imane skillfully pleasures her; her building climax helped along by Jaime and Lily as the suckle on Aria's engorged nipples like starved babies. Behind the mirror, it's obvious that Jodi is also enjoying herself, getting off on the scene unfolding before her. Aria soon feels a familiar heat spreading in her tummy, her breath hiking as she worries about the onslaught of sensation about to engulf her once more. Her doubt fades when Imane tenderly tilts her head up and kisses her deeply, tongue swirling inside of her mouth. Aria's brain feels fuzzy as she looks up at her lover, there's just so much pressure building up; how do girls deal with this every time? Imane smiles at Aria's naïve and desperate expression, and decides to put her out of her misery. She leans close and simply whispers, "Cum for me" Aria practically explodes, her spasming cunt splattering juices all over the mirror, soaking her bed with squirt as she cums spectacularly around Imane's fingers. The other girls gasp and laugh in surprise, rolling away from Aria's flailing limbs as she convulses with pleasure.

"Holy fuck" "There's so much!" "Ugh that is so fucking hot!" "I wanna lick it up..." "Fuck I might join you." "Good girl!" "Is... is she okay?" "I think so, she's just cum-drunk" "Play with my ass this time-" "What." "What?" "Pfft, sluts." "Oh fuck you too, bitch!" "Uggggghhh..." "Oh hey I think she's still alive!"

Aria groans in exhaustion as she recovers from her first time, lolling around in the sheets as she tries to put herself back together. She opens her eyes to see Imane and Jaime intensely making out nearby, their hands busy at work inside of each other; Imane's larger breasts squishing Jaime's more modest endowments. The scent of their lovemaking reaches her, and she instinctively starts to pleasure herself at the sight. Aria's enticing view is soon blocked though, by a nicely groomed pussy with dripping, messy lips. She looks up to see Jodi staring hungrily down at her, already moving to position herself above Aria's face. Jodi lovingly cradles her head, holding Aria steady as she lowers her sweaty sex onto Aria's mouth, "Eat it," she commands. Aria inexpertly complies, doing her best to please Jodi, sucking on her wide lips, licking at her clit, sticking her tongue as far as she can into her Jodi's hole. Who sighs after a few minutes of this unsatisfying treatment, making Aria blush in embarrassment; it's her first time eating pussy! With growing sternness, Jodi teaches Aria exactly how she wants to be pleasured; guiding her tongue towards her most sensitive spots, praising her when she succeeds. She gropes herself steadily as Aria slowly but surely helps her along, her affirmations growing in volume as she approaches climax, "Oh good girl... good girl, oh fuck YES GOOD GIRL!" Jodi staggers atop Aria as she orgasms, gasping as she force-feeds the girl her sticky juices. She contently grinds her sex across Aria's chin, marking her face with a slimy trail of her cum; smirking down at her. giving Aria's sensitive pussy a slap in thanks, Jodi wriggles off of her, clambering over to rejoin the others; leaving Aria gasping for breath...

"Oh fuck Imane, I'm gonna-" "Yes, right there!" "Fuuuuuuck!"

Aria glances over to see the spectacular conclusion of Imane and Jaime's lovemaking; both of them leaning against each other, panting for breath, fingers sticky with juices as they orgasm together. Lily loungers nearby, stirring her pussy eagerly as she hungrily watches their cum drip onto the sheets. Aria starts to crawl over, lust still burning through her, she had no idea she had this much desire in her... Before she knows it she is locking lips with a still breathless Jaime, hands wildly groping and feeling up one another, face flushing a deep hue. Jaime greedily grinds her crotch against Aria's thigh, leaving wet streaks as she leaks all over her. Aria responds in kind, their legs sliding against one another until they are scissoring. Aria's hairy folds squishing themselves against Jaime's smoothly shaven lips, teasing Aria with its wet kisses. The stimulation is enough to drive Aria wild, but not enough to make her finish; Jaime doesn't seem to have any issues though. Moaning and gasping, the slut drenches Aria's sex with another slurry of juices, sloppily anointing Aria with her smelly cum. Aria whines in discontent, she wants to feel it again; she needs to climax again!

Giggling knowingly, Jaime hauls Aria up, guiding her toward the other three and completing the circle formation. All of them are breathing heavily, looking at each other as the bustier girls' breasts touch; all of them still sopping wet. Hugging themselves together, the girls take a short break as they ready themselves for the game to come. Game? Chuckling, Imane quickly explains the rules to Aria, each girl will finger one other girl, and the last one to not cum gets to have the others pleasure her however she wants until she does. Aria begins to make short humping motions in anticipation, already drooling at the idea of having another girl's fingers inside of her again. She obligingly slides her own inside of Jaime, easily reaching deep inside of her and curling inwards... Aria squeaks as she feels someone else slip inside of her own pussy, she's already so close to orgasm! She looks up to see Lily biting her lip seductively as her lithe little hands make an utter mess of Aria's overstimulated sex; Aria can't hold on! Aria pants in heat, sticking her tongue out lewdly as her eyes roll back, begging like a slut for Lily to make cum.

"Wow" "Uh, guys, I think we broke her." "Is she doing okay?" "That's kinda hot..." "Holy shit she's so fucking wet!" "Oh I think she's cumming." "So fucking cute..."

Aria blubbers messily as she climaxes around Lily's fingers, cum splattering down her hand and onto the messy sheets; shuddering and shaking wildly as the most popular girls in school watch her orgasm. She collapses once more onto the bed, utterly drained as she watches the other girls continue their "game". Jaime is the next to succumb, followed by Lily, until it is down to Imane and Jodi stirring up each others' cunts as they face off. Imane twitches, and then lets out a strained groan, her climax growing audible as fresh nectar spills out of her. Jodi laughs in triumph, swiftly falling backwards and spreading her legs wide; she directs Jaime and Lily to either breast, and demands Imane finish what she started. Jodi is soon groaning at her friends' attentions, one hand locked in Imane's curly hair while the other strokes Lily's head. She hikes her hips, urging Imane on as she approaches orgasm,

"Yessss fucking eat it Imane... Lift that fat ass up- oh fuck, I bet so many boys mounted it today- Oh don't stop yes!" "She's gonna cum..." "All in Imane's mouth." "Fucking slut." "Getting off to Imane getting fucked." "What a pervert." "Mmmmph!"

Jodi howls as she finally climaxes, holding Imane's head tight against her quivering cunt as she makes her lap up every last drop. Now finally exhausted, the girls wriggle over to Aria and cuddle together, their sweaty bodies trembling with fatigue. After staying that way for a little while, the Four stagger to their feet, gingerly putting their clothes back on while letting Aria continue to rest. Once they are at least vaguely presentable, they file through and give Aria a tender kiss before leaving,

"See you later Aria!" "Thanks for having us over!" "Sorry for the mess" "I think she is a mess..." "Do you think I smell?" "Jaime, you fucking stink, let me spritz some more perfume on you." "So, same time next week Aria?" "Yeah! She's such a fun pet!" "What is she, your dog?" "Ciao Aria, see you tomorrow!" "Byeee!" "See ya!" "Bye!"

Aria doesn't even move from her sprawled position for what feels like an age; holy fuck, what did she just do? She can't believe she acted like such a-a-a slut! Oh god and they're going to want to come back! They're going to turn Aria into some kind of shameless whore, just like them! No wonder they're so popular... How is she going to be able to look at them tomorrow morning, they all watched her orgasm for the first time; she even saw them naked, they saw her naked! And, oh fuck just look at her bed, how is she supposed to explain this?

Ugh, she's going to need to change her sheets...

#smut #otv smut #Ariasaki smut #pokimane smut #jodi smut #jaime smut #Lilypichu smut

226 notes · View notes

roxy-writes · 1 year

Note

GIRLY DO MAFIA BAKUGOU AND KIRISHIMA X READ AND MAKE IT SMUTTY!!!!!! It's fine if you don't want to😅 BUT IF YOU CAN THAT WOULD BE GREATTTTT!!! LOVE YOU BESTIEEEEEEE 🥰

OK IM DOING IT. also i've lowkey been putting off my asks so if i haven't responded i'll get there soon lol <3 sorry

warnings: not proofread, smut, reader sits on bakugo's lap, reader uses she/her pronouns, reader has a pussy, extreme dubcon, biting, reader gets spanked, noncon creampies, reader cries, dead dove: do not eat

You sat tied to a chair in Katsuki Bakugo's office. You didn't know a lot about what was happening, just that he was a fairly well-known mafia boss and this was very very bad for you. He sat in a comfortable looking chair on the other side of his desk, his right hand man standing tall beside him. Kirishima Eijiro, who appeared way less threatening than his counterpart. But you figured he's probably just as bad as Bakugo, if not worse. You knew pretty much why you were here.

You were taking a walk somewhere, you can't remember where. The alleyway you saw was a nice shortcut, sure, but you probably should've just gone the long way. You didn't really expect to see someone being brutally murdered when you turned the corner, of course. As Bakugo turned to face you, the unknown body slumped to the ground at his feet. You sprinted away in the opposite direction, but you weren't fast enough, and that's how you ended up here.

"I was going to just kill you, but my partner here convinced me otherwise. How lucky you are. Well, I don't really know about that. You'll probably think you're better off dead once we're done with you." Bakugo says. You wonder what the fuck that might mean. "We obviously can't let you go though. You'll have to be of use to us in some other way." You're pretty sure you know what that means, based on Kirishima's hungry look. "Untie her," Bakugo commands, "not like she'll be able to escape." Kirishima moves to follow Bakugo's orders and only then do you notice his teeth. They're razor sharp, and they look dangerous. You figure things can't get any worse from here.

But of course they do. Bakugo makes you sit on his lap, the bump that you feel from under his nice dress pants rubbing against your thigh. He's changed since you first saw him, thank God, so there's no blood on him. You're frozen in place, his hands planted on your ass. There was no denying he was attractive, but this was not a situation you wanted to be in. "Kirishima, what do you say we get he used to how it's gonna be here?" Bakugo says, and fear rushes through your body. You're bent over the table in seconds, your dress being torn off your body. You want to struggle, but you know it won't do anything except anger him. He rips off your bra and panties, and your nipples harden at the cold. He beckons Kirishima over, and the red-haired man crouches down so he's face-to-face with your cunt. You're scared of those teeth being so close to your pussy, but Bakugo keeps you from being able to tilt your head to look at Kirishima. Kirishima's first long lick up your slit has you holding back a moan. "Make some noise, bitch." Bakugo spits, so you stop holding back as Kirishima sucks on your clit.

His tongue enters your hole, making you clench and keen. You're nearly forgetting about what's really happening and starting to focus only on how he's tongue-fucking you. Then his tongue's gone and his teeth are sinking into your thigh. You cry out in pain and squirm, which only seems to egg Kirishima on as he marks your thighs up. One of his big fingers slips inside of you and curls, pressing against your special spot. You cum with a cry as Kirishima licks up the blood dripping down your legs. Fuck, it aches. You hate to admit you're sort of turned on by it, but it still fucking hurts. Bakugo's already pressing his dick to your entrance and pushing in. You're still sensitive and you moan. He's bigger than you thought he would be, but he doesn't give you any time to adjust to the stretch as you expected. He immediately begins pounding into you. He shakes the desk with every thrust, and the edge of it digs into your hips.

Bakugo slams into your cervix. You make a noise of discomfort, and he raises his hand. He brings it down hard on your ass, the sting making tears form in your eyes. He does it again on your other asscheek, and you try not to make too loud of a noise in fear of what he'll do. You just whimper quietly as he fucks you. He's gonna cum soon, you can tell by how much he's twitching inside you. Oh shit, you think, he can't cum inside. You're not on birth control, oh shit, oh fuck, you think. He's definitely not wearing a condom. "No, fuck, don't cum inside, please!" you yell, but he just spanks you again. You feel hot ropes of cum coat your walls and tears stream down your face. You can almost feel him smirk. Kirishima shoots you a sympathetic look from where he was watching. You press your face into the desk and sob.

this is my 100th post lol

#kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #katsuki smut #bakugo x reader smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bnha smut #bnha x reader #bnha x reader smut #mha smut #mha x reader #mha x reader smut #mafia au #dead dove do not eat

661 notes · View notes

finn-writes-stuff · 1 year

Note

Hello :) I must admit I've been binge reading your content. I was hoping I could request a Percy (Vox Machina) x gn reader where he gets very worried when reader either nearly sacrifices themselves for him or they take a risk that he didn't think was necessary? 10/10 worried perce is adorbs but i also feel guilty o.o 👉👈 ngl I live for when he be stressing and overprotective lmao. Poor Percy needs a vacation.

I Need You

Percy hadn't let himself care for someone this much ever since he lost everyone. How had you managed to change that?

Percy de Rolo x Reader

Fandom: The Legend of Vox Machina/ Critical Role

Format: Oneshot (1550 words)

Content Warnings: Fairly light descriptions of injuries, and an argument between Reader and Percy. Talk of potential deadly harm, as this takes place after a battle.

Gender Neutral Reader

Masterlist

Consider the image of Percy on vacation in one of those Hawaiian shirts and big sunglasses. Also I do not apologize for the amount of Pike. She is everything to me<3 -Finn

"Now, I know reckless in a fight," Pike said, carefully wrapping a bandage around the deep wound on your leg. "I have been reckless in a fight. But that? That was not reckless. That was stupid. And stupid will get you killed out there! And then where would we be?"

You knew her well enough to recognize the concern under the scolding, even as she wrapped the bandage a little tighter than necessary to punctuate her point. You felt bad about letting her look after you even after she had burned the last of her spell slots, but she hadn't been keen on taking no for an answer after getting a look at the injury, dragging you to your room in the keep. According to her, it was a miracle you’d gotten back to the keep at all on that leg after the battle. Even when you insisted you could wrap it yourself, she waved you off. Too kind for her own good with a party like this. Sometimes she was the only thing keeping you all from running headfirst to your demises. (Or at least yanking you all back when you tried.)

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Pike. I just couldn't let Percy take the hit instead, he didn't see it coming, he would be worse off than I am now." You smiled at the cleric, shrugging your shoulders sheepishly. Pike didn’t look all that impressed, but you knew she understood.

His gun had jammed in the middle of the battle, a familiar flaw of its mechanisms. But instead of teasing your lover about it like usual, you had seen an attacker lunge at him as he let his guard down. He was a ranged fighter, nothing should have been allowed to get that close in the first place. Of course, he dropped his guard for a moment. In any other fight, he would have been fine to unjam his gun while ducking back from the battle.

It sent an uncomfortable chill down your spine when you imagined what might have happened if you hadn't been so close. Throwing yourself in the way and fighting off the creature had landed you with a blindingly painful wound on your leg and likely a couple of bruised ribs if the ache that came with breathing was anything to go by. It had been stronger than you'd expected, and getting hit with the flat of a weapon may have been better than the edge, but it still hurt like a bitch.

"Both of you were being stupid. If I see that happen again, you'll have Grog patch you up instead. And he hasn't quite gotten a handle on his bedside manner, yet."

Laughing hurt, but It was good to know Pike was relaxed enough to joke. Meant that you probably weren't dying.

"Pike! Are they-" Percy bolted into the room, looking for all intents a wild man, before stopping in his tracks at the sight of you. A load of tension dropped from his shoulders, but only for long enough for him to register your injuries. You knew you looked pretty rough. In all fairness, so did he, his white hair shot through with wisps of gray from gunsmoke and the black powder always left on his gloves. He must have been running his hands through it, if it’s messy style was anything to go off of.

"Hey, Percy," you said softly, doing your best to offer a reassuring smile. It must have been closer to a grimace with the concerned noise he bit off in response. There was something a little heartbreaking about the open stress and worry in his eyes as he stepped forward, hesitating to touch you. He so often had his emotions in check, that seeing them so openly on display felt unfair to him. You grabbed his hand, squeezing it a moment, and the contact seemed to pull him back out of his thoughts.

"By the gods, what were you thinking? Are you insane? You could have gotten yourself killed! Who just jumps in front of an attack like that?" He wasn't quite yelling, wouldn't yell at you in your own room, but the panic set into his voice was more than a sufficient substitute.

"Percy, it's not like you were dodging it, you would have been hit instead." You made an attempt at answering reasonably, trying to calm his worries, but if anything, it only made it worse somehow.

"Then you should have let it hit me instead of throwing yourself at a blade! If it had hit you at a different angle it very well could have gone straight through you! Were you thinking at all?" He had dropped your hand now, pacing a circle in your room.

"I was thinking about how you were going to get hit. Is it such a crime to look out for you?"

"At the cost of yourself, yes!"

"I'm not going to sit and watch you get hurt if I can do something about it!"

"And make me watch you nearly die instead?"

Pike spoke up before you could say anything, pushing herself to her feet. "Both of you. Quit it." She was obviously both annoyed and exhausted. You and Percy both wilted under her tone as she turned to look at you. "That was a stupid and dangerous move today. Don't pull that again. Percy, Don't yell at someone who saved you, you sound like an asshole. They need to rest, so shelve your argument for later."

The wind had been taken out of his sails, leaving him standing back by the wall, thoroughly chastised. "I, yes, of course, Pike."

"Don't walk on that leg today, take it easy," Pike said, looking back at you. "I'll be back in a couple of hours to double-check on you, but I need some rest. I'm plumb out of energy."

"Don't worry about it, Pike, I'll be alright. Thank you."

"Good. Now both of you, if I hear anything about you two arguing again, I'm setting Keyleth on your case." With that, she patted your shoulder and swept out of the room.

There was a moment of awkward silence, Percy glancing around your room rather than meeting your eyes. He seemed to be debating on what to say, or maybe whether to follow Pike out the door to be out of your hair.

"Percy,"

"I apologize. I shouldn't have been so harsh with you. Especially not while you're injured. I didn't- I, well." Staring fiercely at his feet, his apology was stumbling. There was something endearing about it, in the way there always was when he extended a branch of vulnerability. "I was worried about you. Seeing you get thrown to the ground after taking a hit for me was...terrifying, to say the least."

"Oh, Percy," you sighed, beckoning him over. "It was pretty fucking terrifying to see you about to be hit, too."

He walked up to you, stopping in front of you and kneeling down so as to look up at you instead of towering over you. "I...can understand that. I simply don't want you getting hurt on my behalf. Or at all, really."

"Wouldn't that be lovely? Being adventurers who never get hurt." You reached a hand out, resting it softly on his cheek. He leaned into your touch, and you could see through the worry to the affection underneath it. "I don't want you hurt either. If today didn't make that obvious."

"I know, dear, I do." He nodded, turning his head to press a kiss to your palm. It was achingly soft, like he was still afraid that you would break. You wouldn’t, but the gentle nature of his love still squeezed your heart. "Could I at least look after you while you recover? This is my fault."

"Don't be an idiot, I moved of my own free will. But, I wouldn't deny some extra time with you. And I'll need the help if I'm supposed to stay off my leg."

"We can discuss who's at fault tomorrow, love. Tell me what I can do to help?" There was an exasperated fondness in his voice, the familiar pattern the two of you always fell into. It was soothing after the sharp tension of before.

"Just hold me? We could both use the chance to relax, I think."

He let out a breathless chuckle, nodding and reluctantly pulling back from your gentle hold. He wasn't fragile either, not like glass ready to break. But you couldn't help but want to treat him with care, the same way he treated you as he carefully helped you lie down in your bed, shedding his coat to slip in beside you and draw you into his arms.

There would be more fights to come, there would be more injuries and arguments, and worries. But if after them all, you could both be okay enough to end up like this, it would be alright. Your face pressed against his shoulder, his hands steady on your back. You could be safe here, together.

As your heartbeats fell into synch, you gently pulled off his glasses, setting them aside. It made it easier to lean in and kiss him, slow and tired.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

#finnwrites #percival fredrickstein von musel klossowski de rolo iii #percy de rolo #percy de rolo x reader #percival de rolo x reader #tlovm x reader #tlovm #the legend of vox machina x reader #legend of vox machina x reader #the legend of vox machina #legend of vox machina #critical role #critical role c1 #critical role x reader #oneshot

289 notes · View notes

quigonswife8 · 1 year

Text

Teen wolf characters when you get badly hurt

Includes: Peter, Derek, Jordan, Noah, and Chris.

warnings: near-death experience, being captured, nearly dying, getting hurt, swearing, death.

---

[Peter]

When you run into Peter after an attack, which left you bleeding out, Peter's first thought is to go after who hurt you.

-When you pass out in his arms from the blood loss though, he changes his mind.

-Tries to heal you, but it doesn’t really work for some reason, but it does help enough to ease the pain.

-Will hide his tears at first but when he sees just how bad you got hurt, Peter he can’t help it.

-He’s lost too many people, so it hurts more, because he's not sure what he would do if he lost you too.

-Will stay by your side for however long, not caring about anything or anyone else but you.

-'Cause he just cares about you, loves you more than anything.

-Grows so much more protective of you.

-He will also go after who'd hurt you, and he will make them suffer.

-Cracks jokes and does anything to see you smile while you recover.

-Tells you stories to keep you entertained, and doing/getting whatever you want.

"Peter, I can get it..."

"You need to recover, sweetheart. Besides I don't mind."

-Loves just being there for you.

[gif creds: @jothayne]

Derek:

-When you show up on his doorstep with a broken arm, Derek's eyes widen.

-He'll already be by your side.

"Who did this?"

-Though you admit you have no clue, because the car you were in crashed, but you couldn't see who caused this to happen.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you.”

-Pulls you towards him gently, pressing a soft kiss to your head.

-Offers to heal you, but when you convince him it will be okay, he'll stay by your side until you've healed up.

-Finds himself losing sleep even though he knows you're okay.

-He wants to find the person who'd hurt you, but not until he knows you're better.

-Postpones the pack meetings to be with you.

-Brings you what you need, and just helps nurse you back to health.

-Lots of ‘I love you’s’ and you see more of his soft side.

-He cares so much that he sacrifices his own well-being, so you’ll be okay.

[gif creds: @berezneva-tw]

Jordan:

-When Jordan finds out you're being held captive, and you were hurt, he immedietly goes after you. It doesn't take long for him to find you.

-Once the sick son of a bitch is knocked out, he rushes to you.

"(y/n)!"

-Though since you're out of it, you don't really register Jordan being there.

Still he'll hold you so carefully, too scared to let you go, if he's being honest.

-Blames himself for this happening when it was far from his fault.

-And once you're okay at home, he doesn’t leave your side. He’d taken time off work to be there for you.

-Loves to do things with you that you would normally do like watch a movie, or just cuddle. If you’re up for it, though.

-Likes holding one of your hands, and will fall asleep still holding whoever hand. Which you find adorable.

-He’s just the sweetest, as always, and will devote all of his time to you.

-Even though you're worried he'd get sick of you, but he could never.

[gif creds: @noeliaanne]

Chris:

-It's a hunter who shoots you while you're patroling with Chris

-You’re hit in the side, to be precise, and Chris... Chris is pissed.

-He kills your shooter, immedietly putting his gun away, and rushing to you.

"Sweetheart, hey..."

a hand moving to rip of a piece of cloth, while he presses it down to your wound.

"It's okay..."

-Soon enough you end up passing out from the blood loss, and Chris speeds to the hospital.

Ticket for speeding? Whatever, he'll just pay for it if he gets one.

-Nearly breaks down seeing you this way, and basically blames himself for this happening.

'cause if you weren't there with him, if he hadn't convinced you to come, this wouldn't have happened.

-Doesn't want to lose you like he lost his wife, it would be the straw that breaks the camels back, and he would fully lose it, he's sure.

[gif creds: @bonniebirddoesgifs]

Noah:

-You're protecting Noah when you're thrown at the wall, and knocked out.

-Noah is in shock, at first, until it pretty quickly disappears.

"You son of a bitch!"

and he aims his gun at who’d hurt you, ready to take him down.

-That is until Scott appears and does so, before he can. Which he's thankful for because he knows he wouldn't take it easy on him.

-Muttering underneath his breath he runs to you, gently picking you up .

-You're still knocked out, and now you're sporting a cut above your left eye, and a bruise has already formed on the right of your head.

-Forces himself to stay out of shock, as he instead focuses on calling for help.

-During the week that you're in hospital, he finds himself praying.

-That's never really happened before cause he never believed, but he can't help but ask for help.

-He prays that nothing else will happen to you, that you'll be fine, and that son-of-a-bitch will stay in prision. Where he belongs.

[he did kill over ten people, and you might have been next]

-He prays that you'll be okay because he doesn't want to lose you, like he lost...her. He doesn't want Stiles to lose you, either.

-Like Jordan he also takes time of work. Doesn't really care that he's the sheriff because you're more important.

[gif creds: @seven-oomen]

————

#teen wolf #peter hale #derek hale #jordan parrish #chris argent #noah stilinski #peter hale x reader #derek hale x reader #jordan parrish x reader #chris argent x reader #noah stilinski x reader

744 notes · View notes

sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months

Text

Note: requested by anon :)

Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive/angst. mention of alcohol, cheating, heartbreak.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: After a false accusation, you changed your life around. But it came back to haunt you after you met Sihtric.

wordcount: 4.5k

Masterlist

'You're still ruining lives!'

Brida: you're a such a fucking bitch!

You: ?? wow okay

Brida: I can't believe you fucked Ragnar!

You: wait

You: WHAT?!

You stared at the incoming texts from Brida, your best friend, who was accusing you of sleeping with her boyfriend, Ragnar. Which you really hadn't. Yes, you were a bit of a bitch and you enjoyed playing the players, so to say, but Ragnar wasn't a player. Or so you thought.

You: I would never do that!

You: first of all, you're my best friend!

You: you know I don't mess with my friends' boyfriends!! I can believe you're accusing me of this!

You: I have no idea where you are getting this story from…

Brida: Aethelwold told me!

You: are you fucking serious?!

You: you're believing that piece of weasel shit over me?!

Brida: fuck you! You fucking whore!!!

And just like that, your best friend had blocked you. And you'd soon find out she deleted you from all her social media, as had Ragnar. You weren't one to easily get upset, or to cry, but this had seriously left you with a horrible feeling. So you were upset, and you did cry.

And in the following days you abruptly changed your mindset as well as your lifestyle. You had enough of messing around with douchebags, even if they deserved it. For years you enjoyed giving fuckboys a taste of their own shitty medicine, but look where it has gotten you. You suddenly realised your days of fucking in a public toilet or, worse, somewhere in a dark corner on the street with some jerk were over.

No more messing around. No more boys in general for a while. It was time to grow up.

When you finally downloaded a dating app again, you hadn't dated or messed with any guys for almost a year and half. On the app you quickly matched with a guy named Uhtred, who was quite handsome. You went out on a date but, as nice as he was, you didn't feel that romantic spark. However, there was an instant friendship. You kept in touch and became good friends. You soon found out Uhtred knew Brida too. He told you he had a falling out with her about a year ago, and you told him you hadn't heard from her in a while either. You weren't proud of your past and you were still hurting from the false accusation, so you figured there was no reason to tell Uhtred why you and Brida stopped talking.

In the following months you also became friends with Uhtred's friends, and he even tried to set you up with Osferth, which you thankfully declined. He was sweet, but not your type. And his other friend, Finan, who was a handsome Irish man, was smitten by a girl named Eadith. But everyone knew that relationship would never work out, except for Finan himself, so he kept chasing her.

And then you met Sihtric.

Sihtric was a gorgeous and stunning Dane, who was also a sweetheart and a jokester. He was tall and very well built. He had a tattoo on his neck and some on his fingers, and his beautiful face had a few scars, as did the rest of his body. He had a short goatee, a sweet smile, and his eyes were two different colours, which he seemed to easily enchant you with once you noticed it. Overall, Sihtric had a rugged look, which made him smoking hot and sexy as hell. He had the most outrageous haircut you had ever seen when you first met; one side completely shaved off while on the other side he had kept his dark curls. And when Uhtred introduced him to you, on a random night out clubbing, you were instantly head over heels. And to your luck, so was Sihtric.

Your relationship started off hot and heavy. That same night you first met, you already went home with him. You had been sexless for nearly two years when you met him, and no man had ever aroused you as much as Sihtric had that first night. The way he danced with you in the club, grinding his crotch against your buttocks as you felt his big hands on your hips. And the way his muscular chest was pressed against your back, so he could lean the side of his face against yours, staying close. And the sound of his sexy laugh in your ear, when you brought your hands up behind you, feeling his curls and the slight stubble underneath your fingertips while resting the back of your head onto his broad shoulder, dancing to the smooth beat of the music together. And his accent when he spoke to you, made your knees weak and your core heat up. You were desperate for a good fuck that night, with a good guy. Not the regular douchebags from your past, you never slept with them out of love. And you could immediately tell Sihtric was a good guy, which made you want to make love with him even more. And to your surprise, he made the first move that night.

'You want to come home with me, beautiful?' Sihtric asked after a few hours, his lips grazed your ear as he spoke, his arms circled around you from behind, 'but… I want to be clear that I'm not a one night stand guy though. So if that's what you're looking for, I'm not your guy.'

You smiled and turned around, placed your hands on his chest while his moved down your back, respectfully resting on your ass, never making it inappropriate. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to lean in.

'I don't do one night stands anymore either,' you said in his ear, not quite yelling, but loud enough to be heard over the music.

You leaned slightly back and stared up in his eyes, then you both smiled.

'But, yeah, I'd love to go home with you!' you said after you had pushed yourself up your toes again.

And so Sihtric was quick to call a cab while you grabbed your bag, and you went home with him. At the time, Sihtric had only just moved out of his shared place with Finan, to a new and trendy apartment building, where he lived on the seventh floor. And while the elevator took you up to his floor, you had already rid Sihtric of his leather belt, and he had accidentally pulled a few buttons off your blouse, in an eager attempt to kiss his way down from your neck, until his lips were in between your clavicles.

Sihtric fumbled with his keys, trying to open his front door while he held you in his arms. Your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and your back pressed up against the door, while his lips never left yours and his tongue remained in your mouth. Once inside, Sihtric kicked his off boots while he still held you in his strong arms.

He threw you on his bed with a grin, and he fucked you like no man had ever done before. The way he could switch so easily between gentle and passionate, to rough with an almost violent pace made you scream out his name all night. He pleased you with his mouth, tongue, fingers and his cock, and it was the best sex you ever had in your life; because it was honest and there was a real connection.

And by the time Sihtric had made you finish for a third time that night, you knew you had fallen in love.

You and Sihtric grew close real fast, and you were now dating for about six months. Sihtric was an absolute, hopeless romantic. Not a week went by where he wouldn't show up at your door with flowers, or him leading you towards his kitchen, because he had cooked yet another delicious meal for you without you even asking. And you made him the happiest man alive by leaving little notes around his house before you had to leave, or secretly shoved them inside his pockets so he'd find them later, on which you wrote things such as:

I love you, pretty boy x

Or…

You were so good to me last night, I promise I'll be good to you tonight.

And…

By the time you'll read this, I'll be missing you so badly already…

But Sihtric's favourite notes were the ones he'd find in his kitchen, when he came home after an evening shift, while you were half asleep in his bed already, which would say:

I left you dinner in the oven, and you can eat me for dessert x

You couldn't keep your eyes, hands or mouths away from each other, whether it was in private or in public. Apart from going to work during the day, you were basically inseparable. And while you didn't officially live together, you spent most weekends, evenings and nights together, and you both knew it would only be a matter of weeks before one of you would give up your own apartment and fully move in. And in truth, you both couldn't wait.

While you were completely occupied with each other most of the time, you still made sure to go out with your friends every weekend. And like every Saturday, you found yourself in the same club you first met Sihtric at, dancing with your hot boyfriend and having drinks with the rest of the guys. Uhtred had finally found himself a lady a few weeks ago, Gisela, who kept you company when both your boyfriends had to show off and do some silly armwrestling competition on a table, near the bar.

And as the night progressed, you naturally ended up in Sihtric's arms again, dancing and simply having a good time. You didn't know that while you were all over your boyfriend, one of the guys you messed with years ago had walked into the club; Aethelred. And he had been watching you for a good moment already, determined to ruin your night. And after you told Sihtric you had to use the restroom and gave him a kiss before you left his arms, Aethelred made his way over to your boyfriend.

'Is she your girlfriend?' he asked, 'the one that just walked off?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'why?'

'Nah,' Aethelred said, 'I used to know her. Real cunt of a woman,' he said and sipped his drink nonchalantly.

'Excuse me?' Sihtric felt his blood boil at the words of the stranger.

'Yeah,' Aethelred shrugged, 'she led me on, man. We fucked once and then she strung me along for weeks. Saying she was into me and that she loved me, but she didn't have time to meet up after that one night, then she suddenly blocked my number and ghosted me. I found out later that's what she does. She's a fucking black widow, mate. You better watch yourself. She'll lure you in, only to fuck you, then she'll devour you and after that she'll spit you out when she had enough, and leave. On to the next guy…'

Sihtric stared at the young man, confused, but also concerned. Why would someone make a story like this up, he thought, there had to be some truth in it. You had told him once that you had a wild period in your life, but you didn't go into full detail, as Sihtric said it didn't matter. You were his girl now, the past was in the past. He just had no idea what it actually was you had done, and he suddenly worried you were playing him.

You walked back into the crowded place but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Aethelred, the biggest douchebag of all, talking with Sihtric. When you had messed with Aethelred, years ago, he was married, and he was a real asshole towards women. He deserved to be played with, and he knew it too, but he would never forgive you for making him feel like a fool.

You took a deep breath and walked up to Sihtric, who looked a little conflicted.

'Hey, babe,' you smiled and threw your arms around him.

'H-hey,' he smiled weakly.

'Hi,' Aethelred grinned when you met his eyes, but you ignored him, to which he looked sour.

'Long time no see,' he said, 'I'm sure you remember me. I see you've got yourself a new victim.'

'What is your problem?' you hissed and gave him a shove with your shoulder.

'You are my problem!' Aethelred snarled as he stumbled a few steps back.

Uhtred, Osferth and Finan noticed the commotion and came over, just when Sihtric tried to diffuse the situation, his arms around your waist to pull you away from Aethelred when he brought his fist up, ready to punch you in the face.

'Watch it, you fucking prick!' Sihtric shouted, shoving you behind him as he got up in Aethelred's face.

'You're still ruining lives!' Aethelred yelled at you, cowardly taking a step back from Sihtric, 'didn't you even fuck your best friend's guy? What's his name… uh… oh! Ragnar!'

'I didn't!' you yelled.

'Ragnar?' Sihtric frowned and turned around to face you.

'Wait, wait, wait!' Uhtred threw his hands up and turned to you, while Osferth and Finan just stood there gaping.

'Are you the girl who fucked Ragnar and caused him and Brida to break up?' Uhtred asked.

'I never-'

Uhtred turned to Sihtric, ignoring your reply, 'Sihtric, did you know it was her?'

Sihtric, who looked absolutely devastated all of the sudden, shook his head and swallowed hard.

'N-no,' he said, barely audible over the club's noise.

Everyone stared at you and Sihtric, and you felt your eyes tear up when you saw Sihtric's face. Everyone knew of the story about Ragnar and Brida, but no one knew the truth, or who the girl was who supposedly caused their break up; you.

'I swear I didn't do that!' you yelled with a broken voice.

Sihtric nodded and grew timid, then took a step away from you. Finan and Osferth were quick to wrap their arms around him, knowing Sihtric felt betrayed and played, and he was heartbroken. And actually, they all felt played by you. Why did you never tell them about that rumour? If it wasn't true, then why had you hid your past from them all this time? Sihtric felt used and humiliated, and he needed to get away from you. He grabbed his bottle of alcohol, pushed his friends off him and stormed out of the club. And you followed.

'Sihtric!' you yelled, running to keep up with him as he paced through the nearly empty streets, 'Sihtric, wait!'

He didn't react, instead, he gulped down the bottle before he smashed it to pieces on the street.

'Babe, wait! Where are you going?!' you yelled and you jumped over the shattered glass.

'Home!' Sihtric snarled as he turned to face you, 'away from you!'

'Wha- I…'

'Did you have fun?!' he yelled, 'was it worth it?! Was I a good fuck to you?! When were you planning on dumping me? Tonight? Tomorrow? Or would you wait a few more weeks, keeping me around longer, so I'd hurt even more!'

'Sihtric, stop!' you cried and grabbed his arm when he tried to turn away again, 'it's not like that! I swear it's not like that!'

'Did you ever even love me!?' Sihtric shouted as he grabbed your shoulders, 'just, please,' he said with a sob, and broke down in tears, 'did you ever fucking love me?'

You started to cry even harder, not able to bring out a word, as you really thought Sihtric knew your feelings for him were real. How could he think that everything had been a lie? It made you feel sick inside, and you were just speechless.

'Thought so,' Sihtric sniffled and let go of you, 'I… I knew you were too good to be true.'

He turned away from you again and walked off, into the night. Uhtred, Finan and Osferth ran past you, after the Dane, and Osferth was the only one who stopped for a moment.

'How could you do this to him?' he asked you.

And then Osferth left you too, alone, in the middle of the street, with a broken heart. And when you turned around, you saw Aethelred, enjoying his drink with a satisfied look on his face.

For days on end you tried to contact Sihtric, but he didn't reply to any of your messages. He hadn't blocked you, which made it even worse, because you could see he had been reading your messages, he just didn't write back.

In your despair, you wrote to your mutual friends as well, asking if Sihtric was okay. But no one seemed keen to interact with you, apart from one text you got from Finan, in which he told you what a bitch you were. And that's also how you found out what Aethelred had told Sihtric that night. You desperately kept trying to contact Sihtric, needing to know if he was okay, but to no avail.

Until several days later Osferth suddenly replied.

Osferth: no

Osferth: he's not okay

Osferth: what were you thinking?

You: Osferth!

You: thank you for responding… are you with Sihtric right now?

It took a long time before he replied again.

Osferth: yes…

You: please, please tell him I miss him. I swear this is all a misunderstanding! I need Sihtric… please, tell him I need to see him

You could barely see through your teary eyes when you hit send. And minutes later Osferth read your message and replied.

Osferth: he doesn't want to see you, okay?

Osferth: I think you should let this go. Let him go, before you drag him down further… he's broken, you've done enough damage already. leave.

And with those words, your world came crumbling down once again.

Weeks passed, and not a word from Sihtric. You had stopped by his apartment building several times in the evening, knowing he was home, but he refused to answer the intercom, no matter how many times you rang. You knew you were more or less stalking him right now, but he was the most amazing guy you had ever met. You loved Sihtric, wholeheartedly, and you knew he was the only man for you. You couldn't let him slip away like that. Not because of something you didn't even do.

And so, days later, you were once again outside his apartment building, ringing his doorbell downstairs. And as expected, he again ignored you, so you decided to text him.

You: Sihtric, please, just hear me out…

You: what that guy told you in the club that night wasn't completely true. Yes, I used to be a bitch. I messed with guys. And I know it doesn't make it any better, but I only messed with the guys who messed with girls… I treated those guys the same way they treated women, and they didn't like it. I know it was wrong and foolish, but I stopped that almost two years before I met you…

You: it's true that Brida was my best friend, but I swear I never, NEVER slept with Ragnar. And I truly don't know who he slept with, or if he even did. The rumour was spread by Aethelwold, who I guess you know too by now, and I don't know why he started it. Maybe because he just likes to stir shit up…

You: but I swear, love, I never slept with Ragnar. Never. That friendship ending really hurt me, and I completely changed my life after that. You're the first guy I was intimate with after that all happened, almost two years later. And apart from that one date with Uhtred, you're the only guy I've been seeing ever since, and when we first met… I just knew we were meant to be.

You: darling, I love you. God, how I love you. You are everything to me, Sihtric. And I miss you so much, it's fucking killing me. Please, believe me. This is the whole truth.

You: I never planned on messing with you, that's not who I am anymore. I promise my intentions with you were always pure and of good nature. Please, give me another chance.

You: please know that what we had was real, from my side at least. And I'm sorry you found out about my past like that. I never told you because we both agreed our pasts shouldn't matter… I would never hide anything from you, and if you had asked me, I would have told you the truth.

You: I miss you. I need you. I love you. I won't give up on you. I won't leave you alone until you tell me straight to my face that we're over… I can't live without you, please.

You were a sobbing mess by the end of your typing, and your heart skipped several beats when you saw Sihtric was online and was reading your messages.

And after a few long minutes, you suddenly heard the main entrance door unlock.

'Sihtric,' you said with a desperate sob as he opened the door, and you fell in his arms.

Against his will, Sihtric tried to make himself believe, he held you tightly in his arms as you cried while mumbling dozens of apologies. And when he stepped back, you saw he was just as broken as you were. Without speaking, he motioned you to take a seat, and he sat down across from you. And then you waited for him to start the conversation. But as he couldn't even look at you without tearing up, you figured you had to make the first move.

'H-how have you been?' you asked, fighting your tears.

Sihtric hummed softly and shrugged weakly. He clenched his jaw, biting down his emotions, and then he finally spoke.

'Drunk… most of the time,' he said with a hoarse voice, 'you?'

'Crying,' you answered, 'and… more or less stalking you.'

'Who… who was that guy at the club that night?' Sihtric asked.

'His name is Aethelred. I met him years ago,' you said, 'he was married, but he hated his wife. He… hit her. And one night he showed interest in me, and so I led him on. That's what I did back then. I played the players. I wanted them to see how it feels to be led on. To be manipulated and crushed,' you confessed, 'and I know that doesn't justify my behaviour. I'm only trying to explain why I did it.'

Sihtric nodded slowly, looking down at his feet.

'Why did he come up to me?'

'I really don't know,' you said, 'I guess…I really hurt him. I made him look like a fool, I hurt his ego. I think he saw us together and simply wanted to get back at me.'

Sihtric let your answers sink in for a moment before he spoke again.

'And what about Ragnar?'

'I never slept with him,' you said firmly, 'I was a bitch, but I had my boundaries too.'

'Where does the rumour come from?' Sihtric asked and finally looked at you, deep into your eyes.

'I…,' you sighed, 'I think Aethelwold made it up because I turned him down one night. I think he just wanted to make me look bad, but had no idea he caused a whole series of fucked up shit to happen as a result. I've never even spoken to or seen him again since that time I rejected him.'

'Did you fuck him?' Sihtric asked, staring at you.

'Never,' you grimaced, 'he's a weasel, but he never treated a woman like a piece of shit. I had no reason to mess with him, and… I had standards, I guess. He's not my type.'

'What is your type?' Sihtric shrugged, 'douchebags?'

'No,' you scoffed, then teared up again, 'you are, Sihtric. You are my type. You are everything I ever fucking dreamed of,' you started crying, 'you're the first guy I truly fell in love with, for the right reasons.'

'Why?' Sihtric asked, 'why me?'

'Because you treated me with respect from the very first moment we met. You told me straight up you weren't into one night stands, you didn't want to mess around, you wanted something serious. As did I. And I still do,' you sniffled, 'all I wanted when I left that pathetic life behind me, was a good guy. A good man. And you are exactly that. You make me feel loved, you make me complete. And I know we went quite fast in our relationship, but only because it felt right to me. I never did it to mess with you. Sihtric,' you wiped your tears, 'I love you so much. You are everything. Everything.'

You stared at Sihtric, who slowly nodded again and raked his fingers through his curls. Then he sniffed and, when he looked back up at you, you saw his face had changed. He seemed calmer suddenly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

'So… I'm just a good guy? That's it?'

'Well, no, I mean… yeah… but,' you stammered, confused, 'you're really sweet too. And funny. You're a good listener, you're smart, protective. And… handsome,' you smiled softly.

Sihtric got up from his chair and moved to sit next to you, on the sofa, where he looked down at his feet for a while before he turned to look into your eyes again.

'Just handsome?' he asked with a cocky half smile.

'Sihtric… I… what-'

'Handsome,' he looked offended, 'that's it? You don't find me wildly arousing?' he showed you a hint of his cheeky grin.

You blinked rapidly, staring at the Dane as if he spoke a language you had never heard before. Then Sihtric leaned in and took your chin gently between his fingers.

'You always told me I was the sexiest man you had ever seen,' he smiled, 'and now you tell me I'm just handsome. How am I supposed to believe my girlfriend is telling the truth right now, if she's not randomly praising my looks, like she used to?'

'Sihtric,' you suddenly laughed, 'you're such an idio-'

You were cut off as Sihtric pressed his lips onto yours, capturing you in a sweet but firm kiss. And when he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks.

'I'm sorry I doubted you,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'my insecurities got the best of me, and I'm sorry, love. I should have given you the chance to explain that night, but I was too afraid I wouldn't like the truth. So I figured I'd walk away before you could walk away from me. It's no excuse, but I was just terrified of losing you. I handled it poorly, and I'm really sorry.'

'I'm sorry too,' you whispered and pecked his lips, 'you did somewhat give me a chance to say something that night, when you asked if I ever loved you. But I… I froze. I was stunned at the thought you felt I faked my feelings for you, when we nearly lived together. I couldn't bring out a single word…' you choked up again.

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you with another soft kiss, 'I know, love. And it wasn't fair of me to expect a proper answer then, when everything was overwhelming for the both of us. I think… we both fucked up there.'

'We did,' you mumbled, 'we both could have handled it better, but… it happened.'

'It happened,' Sihtric said, 'and it's in the past now. And you know how I feel about the past.'

'That… i-it doesn't matter anymore?' you asked, hesitantly.

'It doesn't matter anymore,' Sihtric whispered, then smiled and kissed your lips again, 'all that matters is that I love you. And that I never stopped loving you. And that I will never stop loving you either.'

'I never stopped loving you either,' you sniffled, 'I've missed you so much-'

'I've missed you too,' he breathed, kissing your lips in between his words, 'I never want us to be apart again.'

'Neither do I,' you said, and exhaled sharply with relief when he kissed your forehead, the way he always did when you needed comfort.

Then Sihtric sat back and held your hands, and he asked, 'So when will you move in, love?'

taglist: @clairacassidy @finanmoghra @uunotheangel @hb8301 @bathedinheat @neonhairspray @anaeve @bubblyabs @travelingmypassion @sylasthegrim @bubbles-for-all-of-us @andakth @bel-bottoms @willowbrookesblog @lady-targaryens-world @skyofficialxx @diosademuerte @elle4404 @alexagirlie @sweetxime @solango @gemini-mama @cheyennep3107 @little-diable @jennifer0305 @drwstarkeyy @mrsarnasdelicious @verenahx @urmomsgirlfriend1

#sihtric x reader #sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #sihtric #sihtric fic #the last kingdom fic #modern!sihtric #tlk

137 notes · View notes

cairavende · 5 months

Text

Worm Arc 14 thoughts through 14.7 (there is too much for one post, I mean I could probably get four to five posts from 14.11 alone):

The team figures out Siberian's whole "is a projection" thing pretty quickly. Good for them.

I really want to know who ripped out page 325 for the "how horrible of a thing have I done that I don't want shared" check. I strongly lean Trickster but I'm not sure. I want more details on the Travelers and TiaV dammit!

Amy is having a bad day. Probably really a continuation of a bad few days. She probably didn't really need those fingers right?

Skitter criticizing Amy in her head for not being "creative" enough with her power is so on brand. Of course my daughter has already detailed out the complex ways she would use a power she doesn't even have. I love her.

I really wish the Undersiders/Travelers combo would stop splitting the fucking party. If they had just sent everyone after Siberian I bet the could have gotten the dude.

I do have have Skitter has gotten to a point where one of her "start of combat" actions is to just make a fuck ton of bug decoys. Almost without thought at this point.

Have I mentioned how much I love the "writing words in the air with bugs to communicate with people"? Cause I do. It makes sense. It would work. It lets her communicate long range. But it's also very silly to imagine. Very Silver Age in the best way.

Then it gets even better! Skitter makes a full blown animation to tell Amy that Siberian is trying to drop a building on her. Absolutely fucking perfection.

Tattletale maybe misjudged ever so slightly in what she revealed to Siberian. The combo of Siberian just flickering out of existence and everyone being like "oh fuck" was very good.

Amy trying to do her bullshit again and Tattletale having none of it, just destroying every argument before Amy even makes them until Amy agrees to come and help. More than makes up for any mistakes Tattletale made with Siberian.

The relay bugs are super neat.

Fucking high speed mutant dog/car chase. Absolutely fucking AMAZING. I loved every part of it. Ending with Sundancer just dropping a 50 foot wide sun on the road.

Tattletale trolling the shit out of Piggot and the heroes gives me life.

Also, Piggot's phone conversation with Tattletale was basically a villain monologue. For Piggot. Just all the shit about why she was doing it, why it was for the best, the coy little "sorry your teammates are gonna die, it's just an unfortunate side effect". All of it. This bitch is evil.

My daughter fucking tying up Crawler with spiderwebs. HOLY SHIT KID. God damn.

Very Mulan "Get off the roof, get off the roof, get off the roof" energy as they all run the fuck away from the bombing zone.

BUG HORSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE BUG HORSE!!!!

AMY MADE MY DAUGHTER A FLYING BUG HORSE I'M DYING!

TAYLOR CAN BE THE (BUG)HORSE GIRL SHE WAS ALWAYS MEANT TO BE!

It rescues her and she has to teach it how to fly and they form a bond and she saves it and it saves her and and and she gives it a NAME! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

She's only had Atlas for a day and a half but if anything happens to him I will burn the world to the ground. Then I'll find another world and burn it to the ground too.

Firebombs don't really do shit but destroy a chunk of the city, probably kill some civilians, and make the heroes lives pretty fucking hard as they have to rely on the randomness of Clockblocker's power.

Also weren't there supposed to be a bunch of Nazis also getting hit by the bombs? One of the only somewhat maybe kinda almost decent parts of the plan Piggot and they aren't even here!

Piggot's plan is terrible and evil is what I'm saying.

The only reason nearly every hero doesn't end up permanently trapped or whatever inside Cache's bag of holding is cause Skitter was there to keep him from being crushed by a car. Well, Skitter and her bug horse (BUG HORSE!)

Skitter got to shoot Mannequin in the back. Very satisfying even if it didn't do long term damage.

Sucks to be Cache. He's . . . probably fine? I mean at least he got everyone out as he was melting.

Really sucks to be Glory Girl. She is . . . uhhh . . . hmmm . . . not dead. I can at least say that.

I mean Skitter got her to Amy. And Amy did stop her from dying. So like . . . she's probably going to be fine. Yep. Juuuuuust fine.

(Look if Amy wasn't a bitch about giving Atlas a digestive system I might be willing to forgive a lot. My daughters (bug)horse comes first. But Amy didn't so I won't. At least Grue was able to help. He gets a lot of brownie points for that.)

Anyway, Victoria needed to take some time to heal the rest of the way so she left completely under her own free will. And it will never come up again.

Bombin' 2: Electric HOLY FUCK PIGGOT YOU REALLY ARE CRAZY Bombgaloo

Kill a few more civilians and maybe Crawler and Mannequin. Destroy more of the city (including the library!) in a way that will probably never be salvageable (I mean at least some of it is stopped in time for god knows how long). Jack, Bonesaw, and Siberian escape. And because of what was done Bonesaw is going to activate her bio-weapon.

Great job Piggot. Gold star. You fucking did it. You saved the city. You motherfucking idiot.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Slaughterhouse Nine #Taylor Hebert #Victoria Dallon #BUG HORSE #Atlas is the best #I love him forever #For real though I'm sure Amy is gonna go ahead and fix Vic right on up and set her brain right and then Vicky will be good as new #Won't need any therapy at all #Cause she'll be fine #It's not like Amy has already shown that she will justify literally any action she does as not her fault #So no reason to expect this to go any different then she says it's gonna #Thus Victoria is clearly fine. No further questions. It will never come up again I'm sure.#BUG HORSE!

69 notes · View notes

fluff-n-cookies · 4 months

Text

Some Deku things.

TW: cursing twice. f word and b word. kinda angsty, sorry, but like 3 grams of it.

for being the main character, Izuku Midoriya isn't given as much nearly love as much love as he should be, platonically especially.

Now, as he's too young to be a father, this could go two ways. (two ways that don't involve adult! reader.) either you're his sister or his best friend.

but I want both so we'll make you Bakugou's sister and Deku's best friend.

and this ain't bout' Katsuki so I'll focus on Izuku for now.

the only way I can see you two meetings is that Bakugou's parents adopted you as Bakugou had trouble connecting with his peers on a good level and hoped you would help Bakugou (and them.) find some peace in all this mayhem.

Unfortunately for them it's Bakugou we're talking about so of course he treated you terribly leaving both you and Izuku in the same position.

wanting to impress him.

so Izuku wanting to be a hero to someone, tries to stick up for you

...which ends in him getting blasted in the face, but hey! he's trying!

I also headcanon he has some self esteem problems where he "doesn't feel masculine." as in he feels weak. and according to Kacchan, hanging out with girls is girly and he always tells his mom he wants to play with Kacchan as an excuse to hangout with you.

I swear, he spends all his allowance money on All might merch for you. your hair is always full of the All might themed bows he bought you. you keep telling he doesn't have to but no he's too busy convincing his mom to buy more for you.

as he gets older (UA time.) he will not shut up about you. the number of stories Iida heard about you is in the hundreds now. and Denki, Mina, and Mineta genuinely thought you were not real and either Deku is high, drunk, hallucinating, or he's just a very sad dude.

BOY WERE THEY SURPRISED TO SEE YOU WAITING BY THE GATES FOR HIM OUTSIDE.

and, no you weren't there for Kacchan, the Bitch can walk himself home.

he kept yelling at himself for not actually being a good brother to you and making you feel bad about yourself, but you'll never know.

one time you jokingly kissed Izuku's cheek in front of Bakugou and Izuku has the same color as your cherry lip balm that was now stuck to his cheek, and Aizawa and Kirishima had to physically restrain Bakugou as not to have a murder on their lands.

Denies all allegations he has a crush on you then proceeds to buy you your favorite candy and flowers for no reason. other than your the best thing to ever happen to him that is.

but no, seriously, his feelings are all platonic. the reason he treats you like this is because he genuinely believes you are an angel sent to guide him through this harsh world.

Bakugou and his peers ridiculed him.

His mother didn't think he could become a hero.

All might wasn't physically there.

He doesn't have a father!

you were the only one who ever stuck around.

he would kill and be killed if you asked and is willing to give up anything for you.

except for his limited addition 2031 All might figurine.

125 notes · View notes

lemonandlime22 · 2 years

Note

May I request platonic headcanons for Leona, Malleus, Riddle and Trey with a Child!Yuu who's a scrawny homeless kid who's ready to bite anyone (especially Crowley) who looks menacing.

Leona, Malleus, Riddle, and Trey with a scrawny and bitey Child!Yuu

Warning(s): cussing, a little bit of slander, got a bit carried away with treys part

A/N: Thank you for the request! sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

[Bitey child!Yuu Masterlist]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leona

Let's get one thing straight-

the first time you met him you bit him without a second glance.

good job, I'm so proud of you.

he tried to get you off his leg by swinging it around

didn't work.

it took both Ruggie and Jack to peel you off of his leg

after that it would take every ounce of willpower to not punt you every single time he saw you

translation: willpower = usually Ruggie (sometimes Jack)

when he saw you bite Crowley for the first time he busted out laughing

nearly cried.

now he doesn't want to punt you as much

whenever Cheka's around he drags you over so you two can play together, aka you distract Cheka, and not annoy him

this backfired.

obviously.

Overall, he hates you at first, then finds out your good entertainment and useful, then he tolerates you also good to nap with

btw you and Cheka are bffs now.

Malleus

Yeah, you bit him too.

poor boy was so sad when he found out why you bit him

but that's later on

rn he's just confused why this small human is dangling off his forearm

wonders if it's a greeting of some sort

considered biting you back but decided against it when he remembers how sharp his teeth are and how fragile humans, especially human children, are.

to put it plainly, he adores you.

doesn't know if he loves you like a sibling or his own child, he can't tell yet.

oh lord when Sebek finds out about the bite-

he might actually punt you back to your world if it weren't for Malleus.

will just pick you up at random times for no reason at all

picked you up and peeled you off Crowley then just walked away with you in his arms as he lightly scolds you.

Overall, he loves you no matter what you do. a little worried that you might get sick from the people you put in your mouth but that's about it.

Riddle

You probably broke like at least 20 rules from when you got your first foot through the portal to when you got your second one in.

so...

head off INSTANTLY!

sorry I don't make the rules

Riddle does.

he thought you were just a random small child that those two troublesome freshmen kidnaped and dragged back to the dorm

so he took their heads off too.

it wasn't until a few days later that he saw you dangling from Crowley by your mouth that he learned of your little habit

he and a few other students had to help get you off him when he started seeing blood, then started scolding you.

decided that he personally should teach you not to do that

spoiler alert, it didn't work. you still biting bitches to this day.

btw you were the one who ate his tart, but you blamed it on Ace

you and Grim are going to take that to your graves.

Overall, is a bit worried and curious about how or where you got this biting habit from and always wonders where the snacks meant for him keep going.

Trey

You were going to bite him (because of how tall he is compared to you) but then realized he smelt like baked goods and that he was holding a plate of said baked goods

now you love him.

he noticed that you were staring at the plate in his hand, he bent down on one knee and held the plate out to you so you could take one

one.

but you were like

frick that

and took the whole plate and ran into the maze

he was so confused but just kinda laughed it off then told ace and deuce to go get you before you got lost.

when you came back your face was covered, and I mean COVERED, in the baked good

he just cleaned you up and went back to doing his thing but this time he had a small child following him around.

yeah so you follow him around everywhere whenever you get the chance so (mostly because you want more goodies)

which was a lot

so he was a bit worried when he didn't see you for most of the day

so he looked for you for a bit and ended up finding you dangling off Crowley and Riddle trying to pull you off of him

so he helped and, with Riddle, scolded you.

pls call them mom and dad, it will be hilarious!!

Overall, you remind him of his little siblings and it kinda makes him a little homesick, but he cares about you and enjoys teaching you different recipes from time to time. is very worried about your biting habit but secretly finds it funny.

Bonus!!

Crowley

yes child!!

bite the old bird man!

when you first met you saw him before he saw you

so he let out the highest pitched scream you've ever heard when you bit his leg

you had to let go back away and cover your ears because of how loud it was.

anyway

over seral weeks of you biting every time he saw you he started expecting it

even holding out his arm for you a few times

so anytime you don't bite him he gets either worried or sad

sad because he started seeing it as almost affection on your part-

it wasn't.

-and thinks he really upset you.

kinda treats you like his kid, whether you like it or not

I'm sorry.

Overall, I suggest you stop biting him as soon as possible if you don't want him to get even more attached.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#twst #twst riddle #twst leona #twst trey #twst malleus #twst headcanons #twst yuu #twst child yuu #twisted wonderlan #twisted wonderland #request #twst crack #gn reader #child reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst platonic #twst x reader #twst x yuu

2K notes · View notes

nethhiri · 2 months

Text

Marooned: Chapter 10

Kid X FemReader x Killer

Had big plans for Chapter 10 but decided to split it into two chapters. Felt like it would flow better.

Warnings: attempted SA, violence, murder

Femme Fatale

It was your third day on the ship and you woke up on the floor of the infirmary after slipping off Mini's side at some point in the night. Getting off the ground was harder than you wanted it to be. My back is so fucked. You stretched until the pain softened and then went to the mess hall, this time with everyone else. The outfit that you had made from hand-me-downs was much better than what you had on, but since it was a dress, you didn't really want to wear it until you had panties. You knew if you tried to wear it without them, a wardrobe malfunction would inevitably happen.

After grabbing your plate, you looked around for a place to sit, eyes from all around darted to you. It felt like your first day at the marine academy all over again. You saw Heat, but he was with the higher ranking people. The girls all sat together at one end of a table. That was your best bet, though you hadn't had female friends in a while. As a kid, you looked like a boy and hung out with the boys for the most part. And in your more recent life, you were the only female on the crew. Approaching the table, your foot hit something and you nearly tripped. Catching yourself, you turned to see what you tripped over and saw the same man that didn't heed your advice about the poisonous fruit retract his foot. The son of a bitch tried to trip you. Him and his buddies snickered at you, stopping pretty quickly after you stared them down. You weren't a captain anymore, but you still carried an aura of authority. It had always been second nature. You rolled your eyes, heading towards the girls. Losers.

"Mind iff I sit?" you nodded towards an empty space.

"Go ahead," a kind looking woman with big hair slapped the spot next to her. "I'm Quincy. Sorry about Synth over there. He's new."

"I see," you eyed him. You ate without saying anything else.

"You're taking care of Killer, right? He usually cooks and it's MUCH better than this. I promise."

You shrugged, "It's the best stuff I've eaten in a few years." Curiosity about Killer tickled your mind. You wondered how good of a chef he was. It was odd for a first-mate to also cook.

"I hope Killer wakes up soon. Captain is getting agitated. I think he locked himself in his workshop all day yesterday." Quincy was sort of rambling.

A very petite woman with green pigtails spoke up, "Yeah we put bets that he was with you, new girl, since you were missing all day, too." You found out later she was called Dive. "But you're walking fine so I guess not."

You blinked at her and felt your face turn red. "Gross." You hid behind your napkin, pretending to wipe your mouth off while you willed your face to cool off. Much of your day alone yesterday was spent bitching to Killer's unconscious form about how much Kid annoyed you, which then somehow evolved into daydreaming about hate-fucking him. The rest of the table sat up a little straighter as a harsh flick to the back of your head alerted you to the presence of the Red Menace.

"What's gross now?" He put his hands on yours and Quincy's shoulders and leaned down with his signature smirk.

As the rest of the group was a chorus of "nothing", your voice stood out, "You." You ducked to shake his hand from your shoulder, grabbing your plate and heading to put it up.

"HAH?" There was stomping coming up behind you. Quickening your pace, you slipped out onto the deck and waited there with your arms crossed. You thought about going to the infirmary, but it was nice outside, and you wanted to see why Kid came up to you in the first place. The door to the deck slammed open and he made a beeline for you, holding a mop. "ROTTEN!" He shoved it at you. "I want this deck spotless or yer gonna be at the bottom of the ocean."

Taking the mop from him, you conceded, "Aye, Captain."

Kid narrowed his amber eyes in your direction. He expected you to put up a bit more of a fight and he didn't like your tone, but he stalked towards Wire, who was manning the helm, without another word. Maybe it wasn't the tone that really bothered him, but the silky way the word "Captain" rolled from your mouth and the way your eyes teasingly sparkled at him. He didn't notice before, that your right eye wasn't a normal prosthetic. It was a strange-looking log pose. Mentally, he was keeping a list of every odd thing about you, including the fact that when he looked at you from the side, your left side, there was a strange familiarity. Yesterday, he spent the time in his workshop investigating your hybrid weapon. It was the worst, most impractical thing he had ever seen. He knew he could make a better version, not for you of course, he just liked the challenge.

Before you started your assigned duty, you called Minerva out to lay in the sun. She loved a good sunbathing session. Every time you started a new section, she would trot her stubby legs over and plop down near you. As people passed by, her snout followed them, sniffing and grunting at the air. Some of the girls from this morning asked if they could pet her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. When you needed a break, you set the mop down in her tusks. Mini didn't appreciate it, but her lack of will to shake it off made her tolerate it. To pass the time, you softly sang to yourself some of the shanties you knew. Some of the crew joined in when they passed by, which brought a small smile to your face. Maybe the Kid pirates aren't so terrible. From the stories you used to hear, you thought they would be rougher. Lost in thoughts, you didn't notice most of the crew filter under the deck for lunch. Several other pairs of eyes noticed that you were alone on deck, however.

Minerva's ears flipped forward an instant before there was an arm around your neck, cutting off your air supply. "All by yourself are ya, girl? We think you could use some company." Rank breath said, so close to your neck you could throw up. His hand groped your chest and he snickered. "No bra? Just for us? Our lucky day." Your heartbeat flew at the unfortunately familiar situation. Unpleasant memories threatened to flood in and you beat them back. That was the past and this was the present, and you weren't going to let phantoms get in your way of beating someone's ass. You never had. You saw the fur on Mini's back stand up. The click of gun being cocked was the only thing stopping her from annihilating the two lackeys that were with this waste of carbon. You took a breath to steady yourself as adrenaline rushed into your veins. They picked the wrong one. Sliding your foot back for a solid balance, you flipped him over your back and swiftly grabbed the mop you dropped. Snapping the head off over your knee you got in a defensive stance.

"I would tell you that you don't want to do this, but I desperately need to blow off steam and I didn't like you the second you opened your mouth on that island." One of Synth's friends aimed his weapon at you.

"Aim at the pig. I'm going to teach this bitch a lesson myself." It was only fair you let him get off the ground. Once.

A wicked smile sat on your features. "You're the only pig I see here." This was self-defense, a green flag to inflict permanent damage. It had been a while since you fought. The voice in your head reminded you to hold back. They didn't need to know your prowess and you would definitely be flagged as a former marine for some moves. It would be hard, though, since they already reminded you of the people you swore to kill when you were back at sea. Rage was the perfect antidote to poisoned memories. No phantoms, red was all you saw.

You circled each other. Synth lunged at you with a blade that you hadn't noticed before. Wonderful. I brought a mop to a knife fight. You slid out of the way, letting him run past you and hitting him as hard as you could with the mop handle, without using haki, in the head. He wasn't knocked out but he was knocked down, knife clattering on the wood. You stepped on his hand as he reached for it and picked it up yourself. If stupid Kid hadn't taken your weapon, this would be over a lot faster. You needed to free Minerva up from being held under gunpoint. You would be damned if you called for help, especially from Kid. You had too much pride.

Testing the weight of the blade in your hand, you whipped it at Lackey #1. Several things happened simultaneously: Lackey #1 dropped his gun when the knife plunged into his stomach, Lackey #2 had his attention drawn away from Mini and onto you, you followed your throw and hit him upside the head with the mop, and Quincy had seen it all happen from the door. She had noticed you weren't at the table with them like this morning and went to grab you for lunch. Lackey #1 hit the floor screaming and looking for his gun, which was a ways away from you both. Blood rushed in your ears so loudly, you didn't hear it. A searing pain ripped through your thigh as a bullet went clean through to the deck. Lackey #2 was aiming for your chest when Mini rammed him and flung him straight up into the air. You stumbled as your leg spasmed under you. Looking for Synth, he wasn't where you left him. You cursed your inability to use observation haki as you felt yourself being hit from the side and being tackled to the deck. Synth was over you balling his fist. White covered your vision as you felt it connect with your face. When color flooded back, you saw your fake eye rolling across the deck. No, no, no. That was the key to finding the people you owed a visit. His hands were around your throat and your vision threatened to fade again as you struggled to take a breath. Like a viper, the palm of your hand struck out at his face, crushing his nose and causing his grip to falter. Despite the pain in your leg, you managed to flip him off you and get your legs around his throat in a triangle chokehold. Blood from his face coated your hand and you tasted iron in your mouth. As soon as you got your bearings, you saw Lackey #1 crawling to his gun. "Mini!" you rasped. She looked to where you pointed. Lackey #2 was also crawling to his gun, clearly having a worse time since his fall from the sky broke a few bones. She trotted to the gun, which happened to be slightly closer to her and kicked it close enough that you could lunge to grab it. Lackey #1 was taking aim at Mini, who had turned her attention to him, lowering her head to charge. Synth was fighting your hold, though weakly. Squeezing him harder, you tried to get him to stop moving. Your aim wasn't as good as it was when you had two eyes. Depth perception was a real bitch. The bullet cracked through the air as you took aim and shot. You saw him fall from the corner of your vision as you did the same thing to Lackey #2. The pistol cocked a third time. Your hand gripped his hair and yanked his head to the side to get a better angle, pressing the cold steel to his temple. It didn't fire when you pulled the trigger, not the next time either. You settled for pistol whipping him. Releasing him from your hold, you sat on his chest instead and let him know what a real punch felt like, knocking his teeth out. There were suddenly hands pulling you off him as you cocked your fist back to get him again.

You hadn't noticed the commotion that was now on deck. Quincy had ran down to the mess in a panic to tell Kid what was happening. The crew were whispering amongst themselves as Kid walked over to where Heat and Wire had you restrained. He didn't acknowledge you at all. Your heart dropped into your stomach. He looked mad. So mad he was silent instead of his usual screaming self. Pain started to seep into your body as the adrenaline wore off and you caught your breath. Kid spoke directly to Wire, "Keep her in the med bay until I'm done." His voice was low with unbridled rage. You watched Kid stalk off to Synth and pick him up by the hair before he disappeared under the deck. Wait is he mad at him or me? Or both? Wire and Heat half-dragged you to the infirmary while your eyes scanned the deck for your eye. If it was gone, your life would be a lot more difficult.

You fought their hold on you. "I can walk," your voice was still raspy. Wire half-heartedly slapped the bullet hole in your thigh. Gritting your teeth through the pain, "What the fuck?"

"Not everything has to be a fight. Let us help you," Heat said, trying to make up for Wire's rougher approach.

You spat out a fake laugh. "Oh yeah? By doing what? Keeping me captive so your captain can choke me to death himself?" They didn't say anything else until they set you down on the counter in the infirmary. Mini followed them in, eyeing them warily. Heat stayed by the door and you could see Wire guarding it from the outside. You scooted on the counter to grab gauze and antiseptic. You wished you could use your power to restore yourself but they would notice if a wound was suddenly gone. From the cabinet you took some pain pills and washed them down with water straight from the sink faucet. You looked yourself over, noticing that this was not a job for some pieces of gauze. You hopped on your good leg and with Minerva's assistance, made it to the bathroom.

"Leave the door open."

"Heat, I didn't take you for a pervert like your captain."

He frowned and closed his eyes. "I'm not..." Heat genuinely seemed a bit insulted. "Just need to know you didn't pass out from blood loss," he muttered.

"I'll tell you when to open them." You stripped off the bloody and torn clothes, easing yourself into the shower. The water was cold at first. It helped to dull the pain, or that was the pain medicine kicking in. Gingerly, you washed out the various cuts and wounds, wincing at the sting. When the water turned from rusty-brown to clear, you got out, dried off, and went to where you had Killer's old shirt. Slipping it on and buttoning it you cleared your throat, "Ok, you can open." You pushed yourself back up on the counter and continued to disinfect your major cuts. After you dressed the last one, you sat in silence with your hands between your knees.

"Who are you?" Heat only had curiosity behind his eyes, no malice or suspicion.

"Does it matter? Kid is gonna kill me for shooting those guys." He probably wanted you alive so he could torture you to his heart's content.

"Nah. Those guys were brand new." Heat continued after considering what to say, "Captain is probably mad at himself for not keeping a closer eye on them. If it wasn't you it could have been one of the other girls." Heat grinned, "And between you and me, you're much stronger than them."

You looked down at your feet. "I'm glad it was me then," you said softly. That was something you could understand. It always felt terrible when you were unable to protect someone in your crew. It felt like you were a failure as a captain. The girls all seemed nice enough and they were obviously tough if they were part of the Kid Pirates. Even you had gotten hurt, though, so it could have been worse for one of them.

You hopped over to Killer, checking on him. "Damn, this dude can sleep." You prodded him. Placing your ear to his chest, there was still a little mucus rattling around. You were a little tired yourself after all that had transpired. Mini was already asleep in her corner. There was a chair near Killer's legs that you plopped in. You weren't about to ask Heat to give you a boost into your bunk, so you folded your arms where there was space on the stretcher and laid your head down.

#there was also a literal dumpster fire across the street #kid x reader x killer #one piece #eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #marooned #tw: sa #tw: murder

41 notes · View notes