#and I’m just deadly afraid of it happening again

[sutorus]

JUST THINKING ABOUT VIRGIN!GOJO. . .

getting close to gojo satoru was hard. like limitless was not only a technique but a way of living — of getting by. and you understand; having someone means having something to lose. being the strongest sorcerer alive means you have to be self sufficient, for the entire world’s sake.

but even though most would insist he is more god than human, there was nothing he could do to keep himself from falling into you. it’s the first time he feels okay relinquishing control, accepting unpredictability. he wonders, morosely, if this is what it feels like to be a regular teenager, even if he’s well into his 20s. to make dumb decisions like stay up late on the phone, to make out in the movies, to get nervous about meeting your parents, to buy matching phone cases.

gojo is obsessed with the feeling. he didn’t know he could want someone as much as he wants you, body and soul but god — your body. the way you get on top of him and make his abs seize, his hips grinding up of their own accord. you always laugh so sweetly at his desperation, licking into his mouth and letting your hands wander.

he gets hard embarrassingly fast, every time. whines anguished little moans, not knowing what he wants next. gripping your hips over his like it’s a lifeline, fucking up into you and rubbing your clothed crotches together like he doesn’t know how much better it can get — and he doesn’t. and that excites you beyond belief.

the first time it happens, it doesn’t last long. you told him you could ride him, that it wasn’t a problem, he could just focus on being as comfortable as possible. but the utter heat with which he said “no. no, you’re not fucking me. i’m fucking you,” left you weak in the knees.

he’s hurried, but he takes time to kiss every inch of your body once your clothes are off, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re so perfect and all his. he’s been hard as a rock ever since you started kissing, not letting you get your mouth on him or even roll the condom on, too afraid of ruining it that soon.

when he slips inside, it’s so much better than he could’ve imagined. there’s no comparison, no feeling in the world, not even healing his deadly wounds and coming back to life can compare. you’re soft, warm and wet, gripping him just right, massaging his length like you were made to take him.

he can’t keep his mouth shut, can’t keep the surprise out of his voice. he fucks into you violently, unable to comprehend that it can feel this good. you feel perfect, like he never wants to leave, wants to be inside of you forever and just fuck you again and again and again.

“f-fuck, fuck, hang on,” gojo has to pause halfway, abs contracting rhythmically as he stills inside you. he looks up, huffing out an overwhelmed breath, and you can’t help but let out a giggle. “yeah? this funny to you? i’ll give you something to laugh about, just you wait.”

he starts moving again slowly, and you caress his face, singing him praise about how good he’s doing. he mewls at the compliment, wanting to please, needing to be the best you ever had no matter the circumstances. and he is, he was made for you and you for him.

“aahh, fuck baby i can’t stop — can’t, sorry, i can’t, i’m gonna cum, god i’m gonna cum,” he chokes out, pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving pace. you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. “oh fuck, fuck don’t do that, if you do that i’m gonna—“

“it’s okay, satoru,” you whisper, finding the timing to catch his lips in a kiss. “i want you to.”

his groan is guttural, like it’s been punched out of him, and he buries himself so deep inside you you can hardly swallow as he gives a few final, short thrusts into your pussy. he cums so hard that he loses all sense, his grip bruising you, he’s pretty sure he’s crying, whining your name like you could save him right now.

it’s a heavenly sight, so hot that it has you clenching around him chasing your own high. when he comes to, he presses two long fingers to your clit, kissing your face all over until you’re tumbling over the edge as well.

you lay there, side by side, catching your breaths in sync. which is why it comes as a surprise when he wastes no time getting on top of you again, fingers chasing your entrance.

“satoru,” you laugh, in part amusement and part desbelief. “just gimme a few minutes, okay? i just c—“

“nuh uh,” he kisses you to shut you up, then takes his mouth down your body. you notice, a little horrified, that he’s already hard again. “you already came on my cock. now i’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, and then my mouth. and then we’ll see who’s gets the last laugh.”

#✩.gojo #tw virginity #tw virginity loss #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo fluff #gojo saturo #gojo satoru smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #✩.virgin!gojo #✩.petra.doc #gojo satoru x female reader #gojo x female reader

[starlightsalvatore]

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

heyooo - dabbling with a klaus fic hehe - should I do a part two for what they get up to after this? lmk!! and as always lmk what you think :) writing for the vampire diaries is very new to me so any feedback is appreciated! 

salvation / klaus mikaelson x reader

summary: after a deadly encounter with a werewolf, an old ‘friend’ comes to your rescue

word count: 1.3k (short and sweet!) 

warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, typical tvdu stuff

You shivered as Damon wrapped his blankets around you, gently sitting beside you as he held a blood bag up to your lips, which you accepted gratefully and sucked down rather feverishly. “Can I get you anything?” he asked, those intense blue eyes swimming with more emotion than you’d ever seen.

You softly shook your head, “the only thing you can do for me is to stop looking at me like that,” you whispered and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Alright, Miss Conceited, I’m not looking at you like anything,” he teased and you chuckled though it was immediately followed by a wince as pain reverberated through every nerve ending. “You should get some rest, okay? I’ll come check on you in a little bit.” You nodded as he left, letting out an exhale when you were finally alone for the first time since it all happened. You were putting on a brave face for everyone else, assuring Elena you were going to be okay and making her promise she wouldn’t come by the house for her own safety and you’d kept your goodbyes brief, joking throughout… saying things like it’s a miracle I haven’t died sooner, don’t look so sad, but in reality you were terrified. You weren’t ready, your life felt so... unfinished. You hadn’t truly loved anyone yet or even been loved, things were far too chaotic to even think about having a love life. The furthest you’d ever been from Mystic Falls was a family road trip to Texas for a reunion your parents dragged you to just before they both died. 

Your dreams felt muddled, a mix of childhood memories and moments with your friends when shit wasn’t hitting the fan… it genuinely felt like your life was flashing before your eyes as you slept and you awoke suddenly unrested and straining to hear a voice on the other side of the door. “You know, one voicemail works just as well as a dozen.” It couldn’t be.

“No…” you muttered as the door opened, shifting to sit upright but failing as you grunted in pain, watching the blonde man slowly walk towards you and settle beside you. “No, this isn’t real, this is a hallucination.”

“I’m afraid I’m very real,” he replied, accent thick as he looked down at you and you poked his arm, stunned to find it wasn’t an apparition.

“Nope, this is- this is Stefan, or Damon and my brain is just playing some really evil twisted joke on me,” you coughed out.

“I’m offended, love. I’ve traveled all this way just to see you and you liken me to the Salvatore brothers,” he said and you blinked a few times as you accepted he really was here. “Playing with werewolves, are we?” he asked, fingers delicately brushing your shirt aside to reveal the mark just above your collarbone.

“Thought it was a golden retriever,” you rasped and he chuckled.

“Your friends downstairs were very adamant in my coming to save you,” he said and you smiled softly.

“Is that what you’re here to do, Klaus? Or are you going to dangle salvation in front of me before making a ridiculous demand?” you asked and he smirked. He always found you amusing, if not annoying at times, there was a point in which you had him completely wrapped around your finger… something you exploited to the benefit of you and your friends whenever it suited you. And he let you, time and time again, because the moments in which you’d allow him to be within your orbit, or accept the countless gifts he left at your doorstep gave him a glimmer of hope that one day you’d let him give you more. He wanted to show you the world, but you’d extinguished any of that hope he’d had by slamming the door in his face the last time you saw each other.

“I’m here to save your life if you’ll let me,” he answered and you almost rolled your eyes. 

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch, love. I’m just here out of the kindness of my heart,” he said and now you did roll your eyes.

“Come on, Klaus. I know you better than that. There’s no such thing as the kindness of your heart because it’s cold and dead,” you shot back. “What do you want?” Your tenacity with him was always the most intriguing, you challenged him… made him want to be better but unfortunately with you it seemed there was nothing he could do to win you over.

“Perhaps I do want something, the question is if your life is worth obliging my simple request?” he proposed.

“Please do drag this out further, it’s not like I’m on a clock here,” you coughed out. 

“I want you to take me up on my previous offer… in exchange my blood is as good as yours,” he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

“My answer is the same as it was then.”

“I’m afraid there’s no door for you to slam in my face, love. Would you really rather die than allow me the honor of showing you the world?” he asked and you didn’t miss the way hurt seeped into his tone, though he was trying his best to hide it. 

“Yes,” you answered, voice wavering.

“Perhaps I should let you suffer, consider it a delayed punishment for your continual disrespect,” he said and you chuckled.

“Then go ahead, Klaus. Doors over there,” you said, wincing as you shifted your position. “You never had any intention of saving my life,” you accused and now the hurt was clear as day on his face.

“Do you really think so low of me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I don’t think of you at all.” you answered, hoping he wouldn’t see right through you.

“If that’s what you’d like,” he responded and as he stood to leave you’d never been more unsure, questioning if this was the right way to play it. Just as he reached the door frame you doubled over in a coughing fit, leaning over the side of the bed as blood dribbled from your mouth and he felt physical pain at the sight. He was back by your side in an instant, tugging you into him and placing his arm in front of you. “Drink, please.” You looked up at him through your lashes, but he just nodded, eyes pleading with you and you let your fangs sink into the skin of his wrist. With each gulp you felt your energy restore and the pain disappear. As you drank he brushed your shirt aside again to watch the wound heal for himself. 

You pulled away but didn’t make any move to leave his lap, allowing him to keep his arms around you for a moment… but just a moment before you leaned back, “three months.” you said suddenly and you saw an emotion you’d never really seen from him… confusion. 

“What?” he asked and you smirked.

“You had your terms, I’m negotiating,” you answered and you watched realization settle across his features.

“What changed your mind?” He couldn’t stop his smile from spreading into a grin.

“I was bluffing,” you said and his grin faltered. “Yet, you still gave me your blood without forcing me to comply… maybe that heart of yours isn’t as cold and dead as I thought.”

“I thought you didn’t think of me?” he asked and you shrugged.

“Maybe I do. You get three months, no more no less… that’s the deal,” you said, sticking your hand out for him to shake and when he grasped it he yanked you a little closer.

“Once we get started you’ll be begging me for more time,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, that’s up to you to prove it worth my time… but that’s all I’m promising.” 

“That’s all I need, love.”

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS I ADORE YOUR WRITING!!!

“I need you, why do you always leave me?” With Narinder from Cotl with a reincarnated mortal s/o who always dies young? I’m such a sucker for this kind of troupe oh my lawd

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night!

Ong this trope is so good it hurts </3

Request more angst/horror prompts here!

.......

"Lamb, you must perform the resurrection ritual again."

"Narinder, it's barely been two days.." With a weary sigh, the sheep closed their gospel book, already becoming irritated with their former master's blunt request. "I may have taken your role as death, but even I have my limits. I can't just do that ritual whenev-"

"I had to bury my spouse yet again."

".....oh." A small pit in formed in their stomach, knowing exactly who he was talking about. "Again? What happened this time?"

"Some fool thought it would be funny to dare [y/n] to eat a deadly dish...and they accepted it, only to die puking their guts out." Narinder huffed, although deep inside it killed him to know that your death this time around was entirely avoidable.

He never thought he'd ever care for a mortal..much less one of Lamb's first followers, who somehow kept dying young and became the first one they resurrected.

Your existence has become a never-ending cycle of death and rebirth, and he wondered when they'll finally accept that you're simply not meant to live a prolonged life.

However, now that he himself was in the cult and wedded to you...he saw things differently. From a new perspective.

After you died once right before his very eyes--and not through the Red Crown--he suddenly understood that same grief Lamb endured ugh after they killed one of their spouses, who became mind-controlled by Shamura.

He thought of them as weak.

But not anymore.

Not when it became his turn to suffer in a similar fashion, counting the hours (or days, even) until Lamb could resurrect you.

He lost count of how many times you've died since then, although he knows you aren't trying to kill yourself on purpose. You were very "accident-prone" and sometimes did stupid things that you shouldn't have---such as accepting a dare to eat a "deadly dish" stew.

You might've been a fool for that, but he still loved you.

Unfortunately, not even the golden skull necklace Lamb gifted you provided any protection from death....besides old age, of course.

At least Narinder knew you'd never pass away naturally, but knowing it couldn't spare you from other causes didn't make him feel any better.

"Fine..I will do the resurrection at dawn." Lamb finally caved, understanding how much you truly meant to him. "But you must talk to [y/n] about this. With each rebirth, they slowly forget more and more of their past lives."

"....is that so?" The black feline raised an eyebrow, surprised.

This was new information to him--although he never exactly had the chance to revive somebody over and over, except for his former vessel whenever they foolishly perished during a crusade.

But they were very different.

They were nigh-immortal...you weren't.

"First they forgot how they previously died, then they forgot which shelter they slept it, and then they forgot how to cook their favorite meal...you see where I'm going with this?"

He didn't speak, afraid that his former vessel was correct. But it's not something he wanted to think about at all...even though it's certainly possible.

Suddenly he was beginning to realize the repercussions of the same doctrine that got him exiled over a millennia ago..

"I can't watch over them all the time..as their spouse you're gonna have to step it up, or else...they might-"

"Just do the ritual, please.."

Lamb's ears flicked up with surprise, never expecting Narinder to grovel at their podium. The only other time he acted this way was when he begged them to kill him instead of sparing his life, although it didn't do him much good as they chose mercy.

But this time, they felt a bit of pity for him.

He must truly care about you.

They simply nodded. "I will need more bones."

.........

You found yourself back in a familiar place:

Floating over a glowing red sigil, followers in hoods kneeling all around you, Lamb's eyes glowing with a powerful energy....and you expelling ichor from your body in a rather disgusting display.

You never did get used to puking out this black magical goop.

But once you landed on the floorboards of the temple, you sighed in relief, wiping your mouth on your sleeve before gazing at everyone surrounding you.

"So...what have I missed?"

A few of them uncovered their hoods and greeted you, happy to see you return to the land of the living. Others kept their distance, looking rather annoyed that Lamb decided to resurrect you for the umpteenth time.

One, however, stood there motionless, refusing to remove his own hood.

You looked to him, watching as he approached you, being unsure of his intentions. Although judging from the way other followers hastily moved out of his way...this person must have held great influence over them.

The fact that he had three glowing red eyes was most alluring.

Have you met him before?

Before you could ask him who he was, he suddenly grabbed you by the wrist. "H-Hey! Ouch!" You winced, feeling his claws slightly digging into you as he began dragging you out of the temple.

"Where are you taking me??"

"....stop talking."

His voice was low and quiet, and also....sad?

You were immensely confused by this mystery follower's behavior, especially as he led you to his hut--one that was more decorative than the standard shelters on the other side of the cult grounds.

While you remained silent, you couldn't help being bedazzled by the outside of it, although you didn't have time to really get a good look around the inside.

Because the next thing you knew...

You were pushed onto the bed, with him crawling onto it and laying beside you. Then he uncovered his hood, two long cat ears flicking upwards as his eyes met yours for a brief moment.

And in that split second, you swore they were filled to the brim with tears.

You blinked, afraid to speak considering how angry he sounded just moments ago, but you were even more perplexed when he flopped onto your chest. From his throat, a purring sound rumbled, and you could feel it throughout your entire body....and in your very soul.

"Please..don't do this to me..." His ears flattened.

"Do....what?" Reaching down, you awkwardly placed a hand on his head, slowly petting his fur and hoping it provided him some comfort. "I don't know what's wrong, but..I hope this is okay."

Your uncertain tone only further devastated Narinder. This was exactly how you'd comfort him after his nightmares. He only ever allowed you to see him in such moments of vulnerability, so you never needed to ask for his permission. You would simply do it.

Had you forgotten that, too?

Was that damned Lamb right after all?

Were you forgetting.....him?

"I need you, why do you always leave me?" He mumbled, heartbroken as the tears slid down his cheeks, droplets splattering onto the symbol adorning your ragged shirt. "With each new life, I-I'm...losing more and more of you, [y/n]. I don't know if you are cursed or if it's fate deciding to test me....o-or maybe Lamb's followers wish to see me suffer....but...I'm so tired of watching you die and being unable to do anything about it. I've taken you for granted.."

"................."

".....forget it. You don't even know what day of the week it is..why do I bother trying?" With a sniffle, he reluctantly removed himself from your arms, believing he blew his last chance to save your memories..

Now you were acting like a total stranger to him, and it honestly felt as though you had already died before you even left the temple.

Maybe this was a sign that he needed to stop and move on.

Maybe he simply wasn't destined for love.

Maybe this was karma for all the atrocities committed in his name.

Maybe the next time you perished, no matter the reason, he'll-

"It's easy to forget things like that, Nari...but how could I ever forget the love of my life?"

Blinking through his tears, Narinder felt his breath hitch when your hand gently grasped his own. He looked back at you with astonishment, before glancing down at the matching rings that still adorned your fingers.

Then he gazed into your eyes, seeing your smile.

"You..remember me?"

"Of course I do, you silly kit---woah!!" You were suddenly tackled back onto the bed by your husband, feeling him nuzzling up to you and purring even louder than before.

But you simply giggled and held him closely, petting his fur in a comforting way. "I'm sorry for scaring you...it takes a while for all my memories to come back. D-Did I do anything dumb last time?"

"Just...promise me you'll never accept a dare from anybody again." He huffed, trying to hide the fact he was still sniveling like a helpless kitten.

"Alright." You sighed. "I promise to be more careful. I'll try harder to watch my back, too."

"Do you swear it?"

"...I swear it."

"Good."

#clanask #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl narinder #cotl narinder x reader #narinder x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #angst/horror prompt

[edenmemes]

asoiaf: a feast for crows starters

❝ i’m sorry that i never trusted you. i don’t know how to do that any more. ❞ ❝ you make it difficult for a man to swallow his anger. ❞ ❝ history is a wheel, for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging. what has happened before will perforce happen again. ❞ ❝ the worst isn't done. the worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings. ❞ ❝ words are like arrows. once loosed, you cannot call them back. ❞ ❝ you are a lioness, and it is for all the lesser beasts to fear you. ❞ ❝ anger is better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt. ❞ ❝ kind? how boring that would be. i aspire to be wicked. ❞ ❝ sometimes there is no happy choice, only one less grievous than the others. ❞ ❝ when i make a jest i smile. do you see me smiling? do you hear laughter? ❞ ❝ beauty can sometimes mask deadly danger. ❞ ❝ i know what a burden you bear. you should let me share the load. ❞ ❝ you would be wise to not take me lightly...and wiser still not to make of me a foe. ❞ ❝ i need to sleep, but fear to dream. ❞ ❝ i do not doubt that kindness and mercy and forgiveness can still be found somewhere in this kingdom, but do not look for them here. ❞ ❝ no fight is hopeless till it has been fought. ❞ ❝ open your eyes and look about you. the kingdom is in ruins. ❞ ❝ my hand is hungry for a sword. i need to kill someone. ❞ ❝ it does no good to speak of roads not taken. ❞ ❝ i begin to think that all your words of love were lies. ❞ ❝ i pray that i never offend you. you are terrible when roused. ❞ ❝ a sweet face oft hides a sinner’s heart. ❞ ❝ when i am with you, i...i can scarcely think. you are all i ever dreamt of. ❞ ❝ i used to be someone, but now i’m not. ❞ ❝ suffering is everywhere...and grief and death. ❞ ❝ you ought to be pleading for my forgiveness rather than seeking to provoke me further. ❞ ❝ i have been here the whole time, waiting for you to come to me. ❞ ❝ no one who wears a crown is ever safe. ❞ ❝ i have touched more men that i can count. some with my lips, more with my axe. ❞ ❝ i love you too, but you’re a fool. a beautiful golden fool. ❞ ❝ i have been despised by better men than you. ❞ ❝ i never wanted to see half the things i've seen, and i've never seen half the things i wanted to. ❞ ❝ that man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate. ❞ ❝ sometimes there is no happy choice. only one less grievous than the others. ❞ ❝ most have been forgotten. most deserve to be forgotten. ❞ ❝ heroes will always be remembered. the best. the best and the worst. and a few who were a bit of both. ❞ ❝ we all dream of things we cannot have. ❞ ❝ i do not know who we are, if truth be told, nor where we might be going. i only know the road is dark. ❞ ❝ you lie. worse, you lie poorly. ❞ ❝ do you even know what honor is? ❞ ❝ this is not real. this is another bad dream, and soon i’ll wake. ❞ ❝ the rain feels good against my face. it feels like tears. ❞ ❝ i need you as i have never needed you before. ❞ ❝ there is no shame in being afraid, only in showing your fear. ❞ ❝ it is a good thing that i thrive on chaos. ❞ ❝ the times grow ever more interesting, and when the times are interesting you can never have too many swords. ❞ ❝ curses are only in songs and stories. ❞ ❝ you will forgive me if i am suspicious, but the times are troubled. ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ be grateful that i have more honor than some. ❞ ❝ you do turn a pretty shade of pink when you blush. ❞ ❝ you would do well to ride with me. the roads are perilous. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ it does no good to speak of things no man can change. ❞ ❝ why won’t they leave us be? we never did them any harm. ❞ ❝ i cannot die yet. there is something i still need to do. ❞ ❝ it’s time you told me the rest of your plan, don’t you think? ❞ ❝ every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old. ❞ ❝ words are wind. they cannot hurt you. let them wash over you. ❞ ❝ you are not the only one with wounds. ❞ ❝ when the cold wind blows the lone wolf dies and the pack survives. ❞ ❝ i will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage. ❞ ❝ better to mock the game than to play and lose. ❞ ❝ knowledge is a weapon. ❞ ❝ you know me. if you want sweet words, look elsewhere. ❞ ❝ you reckless fool. what do you think you’re doing? ❞ ❝ you’ll be safe here. no one will know where you are but me. ❞ ❝ sorcery comes at a cost. ❞ ❝ i have never taken kindly to chastisement, as any number of dead men could tell you. ❞ ❝ so you’re brave as well as beautiful. ❞ ❝ this will cause more trouble than you know, i fear. ❞ ❝ will you throw your life away for pride? ❞ ❝ the crows will feast upon us all if you go on this way. ❞ ❝ our time together is at an end, i fear. ❞ ❝ spare me your japes, i have no taste for them. ❞ ❝ war makes monsters of us all. ❞ ❝ you cannot eat love, nor buy a horse with it, nor warm your halls on a cold night. ❞ ❝ i have a hole where my heart should be. ❞ ❝ i thank you, but i have no need of your protection. ❞ ❝ trust is earned. like gold. ❞ ❝ a lie is not so bad if it is kindly meant. ❞ ❝ far be it from me to question the word of such an honorable person. ❞ ❝ i will bring the head of any man who would betray you. ❞ ❝ noble words, but words are easy. deeds are hard. ❞ ❝ my father is very good at doing nothing. he calls it thinking. ❞ ❝ if you do not go, i will spend the rest of my life wondering what might have happened if i had. ❞ ❝ the sea is never weary. i must be as tireless. ❞ ❝ it’s strength that’s needed here, not chivalry. ❞ ❝ i did not come to you for comfort. ❞ ❝ you see the wonders that can be worked with lies and gold? ❞ ❝ an age of wonder and terror will soon be upon us, an age for gods and heroes. ❞ ❝ a ruler gets no rest. ❞ ❝ if you share your plans with no one, no one can betray you. ❞ ❝ i have a confession. ours was no chance encounter. ❞ ❝ you have your mother’s eyes. honest eyes, and innocent. ❞ ❝ am i still a thief if i put it back and no one ever knows? ❞ ❝ i am weak and full of sin, and scorn is more than i deserve. ❞ ❝ when have i provoked any man...unduly? ❞ ❝ i have never met a man i didn’t provoke, you should know that well enough by now. ❞ ❝ that’s a cold suspicious look if i ever saw one. ❞ ❝ you’ve faced more things this past year than most men face in a lifetime. ❞ ❝ there is a difference between fear and caution. ❞ ❝ it is my look they will flinch from, my frown they must fear. ❞ ❝ you have been disappointing me for years. ❞ ❝ why? tell me that. tell me why. ❞ ❝ i am surrounded by enemies and imbeciles. ❞ ❝ go back. turn away. there is nothing here for you. ❞ ❝ you would do well to omit ‘must’ from any speech directed at me. ❞ ❝ a bad dream. did i scream? i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ i will not be afraid. i will not let them see my fear. ❞ ❝ you will never know how sick it makes me to see you. you will never know how much i despise you. ❞ ❝ i have seen terrible things in my time. ❞ ❝ only a fool makes threats he’s not prepared to carry out. ❞ ❝ stay with me. i do not want to sleep alone. ❞ ❝ sometimes it is best to study a game before you attempt to play it. ❞ ❝ why, do what you always do. do nothing. ❞ ❝ no man ever truly knows what he can do unless he dares to leap. ❞ ❝ what you meant does not matter. only what you did. ❞ ❝ is there any more that you would care to tell me? ❞ ❝ i can’t command you to be brave, but i can command you to hide your fears. ❞ ❝ tell me something useful. tell me of our enemy. ❞ ❝ go away. you are not welcome here. ❞ ❝ these are such fearful times. some nights i can hardly sleep, for fear. ❞ ❝ some wounds do not show. ❞ ❝ i have never looked upon you as a rival, even for a moment. ❞ ❝ go home. you have a home, which is more than many can say in these dark days. ❞ ❝ play me for a fool, and you will die screaming. you are aware of that, i trust? ❞ ❝ you must be more dangerous than you look. ❞ ❝ tell me. i want to know all of it, from the beginning to the end. ❞ ❝ i see you are as lovely as the tales. ❞ ❝ your hands are shaking. they would rather be caressing me, i think. ❞ ❝ dry those tears. have you ever seen a lion weep? ❞ ❝ come! come kill me, if you can. ❞ ❝ i never knew what love could be, yet now...i am afraid. ❞ ❝ the enemy of my enemy is my friend. ❞ ❝ young men are overbold, and think only of the glory of battle and never of its dangers. ❞ ❝ you are weary and sick of heart, that’s plain to see. ❞ ❝ some doors are best left closed. ❞ ❝ the world is full of horrors. you can fight them, or laugh at them, or look without seeing. ❞ ❝ i was wondering. are you drunk, or merely stupid? ❞ ❝ does it hurt so much? is there aught i can do to ease your pain? ❞ ❝ what i want is none of your concern. ❞ ❝ this must end, for your sake as well as mine. ❞ ❝ glory is good, but gold is better. ❞ ❝ please tell me who you are, and why you’re following me. ❞ ❝ many a man will drown in those eyes. ❞ ❝ the best lies have some truth in them...to give them flavor, as it were. ❞ ❝ what are you looking for? your destiny? your death? ❞ ❝ love can make a fool of any man. ❞ ❝ may i stay a while? i feel that we should talk. ❞ ❝ is that a beard, or did you forget to wash the dirt off your face? ❞ ❝ i’ll hear the truth, or you’ll wear chains. ❞ ❝ if you love me, do not leave me. ❞ ❝ only madmen fight wars they cannot win. ❞ ❝ you have a strange look in your eyes. are you unwell? ❞ ❝ last night, i had a dreadful dream. ❞ ❝ you have to help me. where am i to go? what will i do? ❞ ❝ i warn you, i am out of patience. ❞

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #rp starters

[xsezzie]

Just A Scratch

Warnings: tickling???

Characters: Neuvillette, Wriothesely, Clorinde (ft Sigewinne at the end)

Wriotheseley has sustained a small injury while messing around in the ring as usual, only Clorinde and Neuvillette won't let it slide.

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Wriothesley winced as he reached for one of his boxes of tea on the shelf. His recent escapades in the ring gifted him a nice bruise on his rib cage. It wasn’t that he lost, but his opening happened to find a great opening to deliver a decent blow to the Duke.

He didn’t want to tell Siegwinne, knowing she would probably try and make him drink one of her deadly milkshakes.

His pain, however, did not go unnoticeable by his guests.

“Wriothesley, have you been sparring with the prisoners again?” Clorinde and Neuvillette were making their rare appearance at Wriothesley’s request for some tea. Well, the invitation was extended to the former, who then managed to convince the Chief Justice to come with her for once.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just a bruise… ah!” A small pang shot up through his ribs as he happened to twist in an odd motion.

“You aren’t hiding it very well.”

“Shut up, Neuvillette.”

“Woah, you hear that Chief? He just told you to shut up.”

“Hm… very unprofessional, Wriothesley.”

“C’mon! I didn’t mean it in a malicious way!”

The three chuckled amongst themselves as they enjoyed their tea together, well Neuvillette had water as usual.

“But seriously, it’s unlike you to be bothered by such pain, so it must be bad. Get it checked out.” Clorinde frowned.

“No, no. It’s fine really, it’s probably just a bruise.” Wriothesley tried to laugh it off, but was receiving glares from the other two. “Guys… please…”

“Let’s examine him ourselves. He’s going to put up a fight though.” The Duelist smiled, though Wriothesley knew it was one of warning.

“Clorinde is right… Wriothesley you need to take care of your body.”

Clorinde had already stood up and was trying to grab the cryo user by the wrist. The two laughing at each other as they tried to dodge each other around the small table in the Administration Office.

“Please, I’m not an old man like you Neuvillette, I’ve still got a lot of years left in me-AH!”

With a swift motion, Neuvillette caught the Duke off guard as he was attempting to run past him and pulled him onto the sofa.

“Alright, hold him down and I’ll check out his injuries.” Clorinde looked as if she was enjoying this way too much.

“Fuck off!”

“He swore! Send him to court!”

“G-Get off me both of you!”

Neuvillette played his part by holding Wriothesely’s legs down as Clorinde teased him, trying to undo his vest or pull up his shirt.

“Haha! S-Stop! Get off me!”

“Wriothesley, I believe your injuries are no laughing matter.” The Chief Justice chided him gently.

“What are you laughing about? Wait… are you… ticklish~?” Clorinde smirked and softly skittered her long nails across the Duke’s exposed waist.

“Pff- ah! Hehe-stop that! I-I am not ticklish!”

“Neuvillette, I’m going to need you to hold him down more.”

“No no nohohohohoo!!!”

Neuvillette pulled Wriothesley closer to get a better grip on him, whatever this ‘being ticklish’ was seemed to have weakened the Duke, causing him to be easily maneuvered. He held his wrists while the Duelist continued to slowly lift his shirt up and continue to tickle his abs now.

“GAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Wriothesley wheezed and giggled, a sound neither of them ever heard before, but very amusing.

“Well well, can you imagine if your opponents in the ring found out you were ticklish? You would be losing every match.”

“SHUHUT UUUUP!!”

Clorinde finally managed to get his shirt up enough to see his ribs, he did indeed have a bruise on his left side, it didn’t look broken thankfully.

“Tsk, look at this huge bruise, Chief.”

“Wriothesley, I don’t think a bruise is something to be afraid to seek medical attention about. But seeing as it’s only one side… do you think his ribs can be this ‘ticklish’ thing too?” The faint smile in Neuvillette’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Why don’t you give it a go? Put your fingers on his ribs and gently squeeze.”

“NOHOHO DONT!!”

“Like this?”

Clorinde held Wriothesley down now as Neuvillette ran his fingers gently over his ribs and gave an adorable attempt at trying to squeeze him.

“Hrrk-pff! Neuvillette your a-attempt suhucks!”

“Don’t be so nervous, make him laugh more. He deserves it.”

The Hydro Dragon hesitantly gave his friends ribs more of a vigorous and fast paced squeezing, sending Wriothesely into hysterics.

“GAHAHAHAA AAAAAHHH!!! NEUVIHIHILEEETTE!!!!”

“Pff- this is… quite amusing…”

Clorinde smiled, seeing Neuvillette come out of his shell a little. She kept a hold on Wriothesely’s arm to help her boss.

The Iudex has a small smile on his face as the Duke squirmed and thrashed about on his lap.

“AAAHAHAHAHA NEUVI- I SWEAR TO CELESTIA I WILL GEHEHEHET YOUUUU!!!”

“Are you sure you want to try and fight me now that I have regained my full power?”

“Was that a tease, boss?”

“I-I… well it was not my intention…”

“HAHAHA GUYS I AM STILL DYIIIHIHIHIIING!!”

“Dying? Who is dying here!?” The three snapped their heads to the stairway, Siegwinne had come in unnoticed due to the commotion. After she saw what was occurring, she smirked.

“Ooohh~ I see you guys discovered how ticklish His Grace is.”

“Siegwinne… shut up…” The Duke warned as he attempted to glare at her through his residual giggles.

“No no, tell us Sigewinne.” Clorinde grinned, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Oh, let me tell you two aaaaaall about Wriothesely’s ticklish spots.”

Any guards that happened to walk past the Administration Office that afternoon could swear they heard some mysterious howling and laughter emanating from behind the closed doors.

#genshin impact tickling #genshin impact #tickling #wriothesely #neuvillette #clorinde #tickle fic

[peaches2217]

“Mario?”

There’s something different in Peach’s tone this time. She’s muttered and gasped and cried and sounded out his name through gritted teeth a thousand times in the past several hours, more a knee-jerk reaction to distress than for any actual purpose, as if checking to make certain he’s still there. This particular utterance is quieter, more vulnerable, meant for and directed towards him alone.

He tries to pull back to assess what she needs, but she tightens her grasp on the arms encircling her; he relaxes and rests his cheek on her head, wordlessly assuring her that he’s not going anywhere.

“I’m scared,” she whispers at last, her voice cracking on the final syllable.

The words strike Mario through the heart with deadly precision, because Peach isn’t the type to be scared of anything. Even up until now, though she’s made no secret of her misery, she’s done her best to smile and laugh and exude gracious patience.

“Scared of what?” he asks, though he knows exactly what she means — she’s scared of the pain, scared of what’s about to happen, scared of the million ways it might go wrong, scared of how much their lives are about to change either way. He’s every bit as afraid as she is. But if she puts those fears into words, he’s certain he’ll be able to find some string of words to comfort her, at least temporarily.

Peach doesn’t elaborate. Maybe she tries, but suddenly she grunts and hunches forward and blindly scrabbles for his hand, and then an answer is the last thing on Mario’s mind. 

He tightens the arm supporting her back and meets her right hand with his, and then it’s back into a familiar routine: she squeezes his hand hard enough to restrict circulation and digs her nails into his skin, and he squeezes back just hard enough to meet that pressure, taking deep, loud breaths that Peach almost manages to match, at least at first. Each contraction is more difficult to breathe through than the last. By the time her grip goes slack, she’s mostly just gasping, and Mario trades the now-pointless breathing exercises for whispered words of reassurance.

Eventually, Peach lays back against the raised bed and Mario’s arm once more, and he follows her, pressing kisses to her hair and bringing their conjoined hands to her face so he can catch her tears on his thumb. Then she gasps again, and suddenly she’s sobbing, quietly but openly, too exhausted to fight for composure.

Tears prick hot behind Mario’s eyes, and his gaze flicks frantically around the room in a bid to find someone, anyone who will look his way and assure him — for both of their sakes — that this will be over soon. Even the strongest and most stoic can only handle seeing someone they so desperately cherish in such pain for hours on end before they break too, and Mario’s hardly the strongest and not at all stoic. 

But he’s not in any position to break. However badly he’s hurting, it pales in comparison to that which Peach is experiencing. She needs him, and he’ll be damned if he lets her down.

The foreign human doctor leading a team of more familiar Toad nurses finally spots him, turning away from a table laid out with ominous-looking medical equipment to acknowledge him, but all she’s able to offer him is a sympathetic smile. Not just yet.

With a heavy sigh, Mario wriggles his hand free of Peach’s grasp and cradles her cheek, leaning in so she can rest her head on his shoulder. Hot tears seep through the fabric of his shirt, yet the sobs ease once she’s situated, and she trades jerky hiccupping gasps for soft, tearful moans.

And that lasts for all of ten seconds before the next contraction overtakes her.

“Breathe with me,” he implores when she doesn’t even attempt their silly exercise, but she doesn’t. She buries her face fully into his shoulder and whines through clamped lips, hard enough that it borders on a full-fledged scream. So Mario instead focuses on the pain she’s unwittingly inflicting, because the sensation of his skin breaking beneath her nails is just about the only thing keeping him grounded.

Peach falls into another series of soundless cries once her body relaxes, and Mario shushes her between kisses, because he’s really not sure what else he can do. “Andrà bene,” he soothes, half to put her at ease and half to drown out the unbearable sounds of her agony. “Mia forte, bella, meravigliosa principessa. Ti amo così tanto. Lo sai?”

His hand is squeezed again, much more gently this time, and to his shock, Peach actually responds. “Lo so,” she confirms, her voice weak and scratchy but heartwrenchingly earnest.

She looks up at him as he leans back. Most would not consider the sight a pretty one; her eyes are red and puffy, her skin is sticky with sweat and tears and flushed from exertion, her hair is mussed and erratic. But to Mario, she’s still the most beautiful sight his unworthy eyes could ever hope to take in, especially when she manages one more smile.

There’s fear in her eyes, fear and a thousand other unpleasant feelings, and yet her smile is effortless. Sincere.

I’m scared, but as long as you’re here, I know things will be okay. She doesn’t even need to say it. Mario hears her loud and clear.

And somehow that’s enough to calm his nerves and refocus his attention. The words of love and reassurance that spill from his lips as she tenses again feel less randomized, more intentional, because he knows she’s taking each and every one of them to heart. He knows for certain now that his presence and his comfort makes the pain and the fear just a bit more bearable to her.

And that makes it just a bit more bearable to him, too.

#I greatly enjoy making characters suffer for the sake of being comforted #I am if nothing else predictable #super mario bros #smb #mario #princess peach #mareach #mario x peach #peaches' fancy fics #tw pregnancy

[carbondioxda]

A cigarette

Simon ,,Ghost” Riley/reader

a/n: might contain a little swearing, i think i’m projecting my grief, english isn’t my first language sorry for any mistakes!

c/w: angst ig, hurt no comfort, no beta we die like men aaand reader is a girl, no use of y/n

He sat on the couch, in complete silence. The apartment was so empty, it was overwhelming. Just like the amount of guilt he felt.

Why did he scream at her right before she went out? It was the only time she seemed scared before a mission. The only time she desperately didn’t want to go.

,,Pull yourself together, for fuck’s sake, you’ve been panicking so much it’s making me wanna blow my head off.”

That were the last words Ghost said to her. The last he ever will.

,,No, wait, I’m so sorry, Si-”

She stuttered, while another soldier pulled her slightly by her arm.

,,I love you Si!”

She managed to shout, but he wouldn’t have time to respond anyway. Now that he thought about it, Simon had never seen a look like that on her face - like she was certain she’d die. The girl he loved so much wanted to say a proper goodbye, or stay if that was even possible somehow.

He couldn’t even cry. Everything felt so normal here, like she’d come home any second and yet, his ears were ringing ever since Price called.

The ashtray was dirty with whatever was left of her cigarettes. The milk wasn’t finished. He bought her new shampoo a few days ago. A charger wrapped in tape was still plugged to a wall.

He was deadly afraid to touch anything. It was like he’d cause her to dissapear completely, even though she was already gone. His conversation with Captain echoed in his mind from time to time.

,,I’m so sorry for you loss, L.T.”

,,…Was it at least quick?”

He spat the question out. He had to know she didn’t suffer. Price didn’t want to answer for a moment, then he heard a deep sigh.

,,…I’m sorry”

The response made his heart drop. He wished it just stopped, the same moment hers had. She died a long, painful death, alone somewhere on a mission. He might’ve as well been the one that killed her, because that’s how he felt anyway.

It was unimaginable. He really would never touch her skin again? Hear her voice? Touch her hair?

He looked at the stupid kitchen counter. She’d always sit up on it on the weekends and make his coffee right when she heard him wake up, so that whenever he came out of his room, his coffee was ready. How the fuck would he be able to make himself coffee ever again without her to drink it with?

A wave went over him, weakening his muscles. He finally broke when he noticed a strand of her hair one of the pillows. There were traces of her everywhere, like she purposefuly wanted to haunt him out of spite. Remind him of his horrible words.

The callendar marked 14th September. It was already the 16th, but the world stopped on the 14th. How dare did the world go on, when his froze. How did everybody just live without her? She’d miss out on so much. He wouldn’t be even able to tell her all about it. It wasn’t supposed to happen, not to her, his girl, the only one that he ever loved.

Her death wasn’t something he could just…move on from. He’ll stay there, in that very apartament, still drinking coffee, with her sitting on the counter. Charging their phones with a broken charger.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #x reader #ao3 #reader insert #modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #grief #angst #no beta we die like men #death

[showtoonzfan]

i would like to say that ozzie COULD have been better as i do love his character but MAN did they fucking butcher him in the new episode

he is the embodiment of lust, making him the WEAKEST sin is well a sin and also since he’s apart of the seven deadly SINS he should be ya’ know POWERFUL because in that episode he just feels like some rich guy akin to every other rich guy in this show, he should be a guy that the whole cast are afraid of(and honestly the same thing happened to bee where she’s a deadly sin and NO ONE is acting like she of any importances)

how i would fix him personally is well not make him soft uwu boy i do like the fact he cares about fizz but well he’s powerful we should FEEL how powerful he is make some imps or succbi be cowering near him, fizz not sprouting jokes and blowing a BLOW HORN in his ear give us the feeling that he’s not to be mess with, and the stolas and ozzie team up honestly should be studied on how to kill a character, they shouldn’t made ozzie just be the same hight as stolas and i mean that IN EVERYWAY POSSIBLE because stolas seems to be scared of him thats good but ozzie ya’ know is chill about everything i mean stolas didn’t cause anything but him being chill is very stupid. thats my take of everything about ozzie and honestly im curious on what your take of fixing him is

So I’m not against Ozzie being nice and soft to Fizz, but him in general being the nicest sin and a cool “chill” dude does bother me. Again, these characters are supposed to be the rulers of Hell and I refuse to believe they’re just nice, it’s how I felt for Beezlebub. Same for Leviathan since Viv confirmed she wants him to be a chill surfer dude and so far the only sin she plans to be an asshole is Mammon. In Ozzie’s case, it’s also weird seeing him say how “lust shouldn’t be forceful” when I feel like the writers are confusing love and lust again. He’s also called the “deadly SIN” for a reason, he’s normally supposed to represent the sin itself, how sinners let lust consume them, in a bad way.

For Viv’s interpretation, I genuinely have no idea. Despite being called the “sins”, I feel like the seven sins in this show aren’t connected to the sinners at all, since they’re all in the Pride Ring and Lucifer was the one confirmed to be ruling over them, so we’re only left to believe that the sins tend to the hellborns. We know that Ozzie rules the Succubi’s, I guess you could say those are the types of demons for his ring, but I thought that the whole reason he gave the succubi’s crystals in the first place was to let them tempt those on earth….and yet he’s saying “lust” shouldn’t be forceful. See how it kinda doesn’t make much sense for his character? Then again there’s not a lot we know about Ozzie, outside of Viv describing him as chill and nice. For his job, all he seems to do is handle the sex objects that hellborns use. I’m not against the idea of him being an inventor/tinkerer either, these are interesting concepts, I just feel like not much is done with them. There’s still tons of empty gaps for this character, even after the new episode we still barley know him, so it’s kinda hard to say on what I think would “fix” him.

All I can say is just make him more threatening and intimating, which is funny because Stolas CLEARY was intimidated by Ozzie in S1E7, but Oops really makes you wonder what he was afraid of in the first place, especially if you’re going to paint him as the “weakest sin”. What if…as a better contrast to Blitz and Stolas, what if Ozzie was nice to Fizz, but mean and threatening to everyone else? His workers, other demons, basically a guy you don’t want to mess with, a person who takes his business seriously (whatever that would be lol). And while Fizz loves him, he questions their relationship and if he should be getting involved with a sin. There’s a lot you can do, I’m just kinda tired of characters in Helluva being “just good” and “just bad”. It’s very black and white and this is Hell.

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #reply #ask

[whitetailedprey]

i rewrote the one thing i posted on here and i’m gonna repost it. made characters and gave them names :D

pairing: m4tm

cw: noncon, hunting (kind of), groping, forced orgasm, mild blood

word count: 1.1k

Silas hated the night before the full moon. He was restless. Unused energy felt like it was pulsing under his skin. His hands itched to grab, his mouth itched to bite. He needed control. Stalking the woods helped with this feeling. Sometimes he could find something to track, something to focus on. Tonight, however, was proving difficult.

That is, until he smelled deer.

Silas’s head perked up, pupils dilating. He hadn’t tracked deer in a while. They were pretty rare around here, since they picked up on the werewolf in the area. His heart started to pound as his mouth salivated.

The deer was very easy to find. He was a pretty thing, with fair skin and soft fawn hair. He was picking flowers in the clearing and arranging them in his hair and around his antlers. How sweet. Silas could hear him faintly humming. His lips pulled back in a grin, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

He crept forward, eyes trained on the deer. His soft spotted ears were relaxed, indicating that he was none the wiser. Silas got to the edge of the tree line and a loud snap! echoed through the clearing. He glanced down to see a stick had snapped under his foot.

The deer’s head shot up, wide and innocent eyes darting around until they landed on Silas. He squeaked in fear and shot up off the ground, booking it towards the opposite tree line.

Good. Silas loved a chase.

Eros delicately leapt over the brush and ducked under branches. His breath came in short, panicked bursts as his heart hammered in his chest. A werewolf? Here? Eros had never come into contact with one, never even seen one. Is that why everyone avoided these woods? Sure, he shouldn’t have gone into the part of the woods that everyone was afraid of. But if he had known why, he never would have come here.

He couldn’t hear the wolf behind him, but that didn’t mean anything. Wolves were silent. Deadly. And if they caught you, it was too late. The thought pushed him to run faster, light on his hooves. He knew what would happen if the wolf caught up. He knew he wasn’t strong enough to stop it. But maybe he could be fast enough to escape it.

Suddenly his head was yanked back painfully and he was pulled to a stop. Panic started to twist uncomfortably in his chest as he realized his antlers were caught in some low-hanging branches. He desperately tugged at the branches, his chest heaving, his mind buzzing with anxiety. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

A low chuckle sounded from behind him and he froze, as if being perfectly still could hide him. “Oh, poor thing…” A jolt of fear shot through Eros as a clawed hand gripped the back of his neck. He yelped and tried to twist his body away, hooves digging into the ground, hands trying once again to snap the branches above him. His thrashing earned him a sharp shake by his neck, claws piercing into his delicate skin and drawing blood. “Stop squirming,” the wolf growled. Eros whimpered, eyes filling with tears.

“Please don’t kill me!” he blurted out, screwing his eyes shut. “I- I don’t want to die!”

The werewolf hummed, nuzzling his nose where Eros’s ear met his head. “Sweet boy… I’m not going to kill you.” His other hand came up from behind and roughly groped Eros’s chest. He pushed away with a stifled whimper, only to press his back into the wolf’s chest. The wolf hummed low in his throat and shifted his hand to grip the front of the deer’s neck instead.

“Please-” Eros choked out through tears. Along with the panic, he could feel a coil of arousal start to wind in his gut. ‘Oh god… please, no…’ He shuddered as his pierced nipple was thumbed over. He could feel how wet his cunt was getting. “Just l-et me go!”

Claws dug into his neck again, deeper this time. Eros felt the warm drip of blood slide from his neck to his collarbone. The wolf nuzzled the wounds, then slowly dragged his tongue to lick up the blood, humming in satisfaction. The sound buzzed against his skin. His clit was throbbing, betraying him. He didn’t enjoy this. He didn’t!

Eros trembled as the hand groping him got rougher and more urgent. The wolf mouthed at the back of his neck as his hand slowly slid down his torso, towards his aching cunt. Eros started up his thrashing again, desperate to get away, to not let the predator find out just how turned on he was. But he was too weak.

His fingers met his slicked cunt, and he let out a surprised laugh. “Oh…” he breathed. He groaned softly and rolled his hips forward against Eros’s ass, pressing his erection into him. “Someone’s excited.” He dug his teeth into his soft ear, drawing a yelp from Eros. Tears were flowing freely down his face now, his breath catching in his throat as the wolf said, “Fucked up little thing, aren’t you?”

Eros whined, meekly shaking his head.

“Oh, don’t lie to me.” His fingers pressed into Eros’s clit, moving in a tight circle. Before he could stop himself, Eros was arching his back and letting out a soft moan. “See?”

“N… nnnoo…” His eyes rolled back as the pressure of the hand at his throat tightened. “Pl-ease…”

“Don’t worry, pretty thing,” the wolf murmured, resting his chin on Eros’s shoulder. “I’m gonna make you feel so good… I want to watch you unravel in my hands.”

Pleasure sparked through Eros as the fingers moved faster. He was panting now, nails scrabbling at the back of his hand, trying in vain to get it off of his neck. His body betrayed him, his hips rolling up against the fingers. “Look atchu…” the wolf cooed, and Eros could hear the grin in his voice. “You say you don’t want this, but I know the truth. I know you love this.”

“I- I don’t-” His inner thighs were sticky with the wetness from his cunt. The pleasure built, rising up and up until he was letting out strangled gasps, mouth dropped open, eyes lidded. “I can’t- I don’t want to-” A broken moan escaped him at a particularly hard dig into his clit. “Nononononono-” He whined pathetically as the waves of intense pleasure washed over him, his hips jerking forward as he came.

Eros’s breathing was ragged, his body trembling as the wolf’s hands withdrew from his body. The tear tracks on his cheeks were drying now. He felt movement up at the branches, then his antlers were freed. He lurched forward on shaky legs and whirl around to look at the predator, wide-eyed.

The werewolf has an easy grin on his face. “See you soon,” he crooned before turning on his heel and vanishing into the shadows.

hey there’s a sequel now :3

part 2

#posted this on ao3 and people liked it so imma post it here too #werewolf smut #smut #noncon smut #prey k!nk #prey kink #predator/prey #werewolf #deer hybrid #my writing #writing

[kristeristerin]

hii i was thinking that maybe azriel with the song Labyrinth would be great??

AN- Hello there! I hope you enjoy what I came up with for your prompt! This is honestly a Taylor song I hadn't listened to much, but it's so good! Thank you for your prompt!

As always asks are open for prompts!

Song: Labyrinth

Pairing: Reader X Azriel

Content Warning: None

Words: 714

“It’s ok if you aren’t up to going. No one will hold it against you.” 

My eyes shifted to Azriel’s reflection in the mirror. He was in the doorway to my bedroom, leaning up against the frame. His cool mask did little to hide the evident concern in his eyes as he watched me fidgeting with my jewelry. 

“They may not hold it against me, Az,” I sighed, “ but they’re all confused about my refusal to attend up to this point. It’s been nearly a year since we ended whatever relationship we had, and I’m not still hung up on Eris. Before I was just nervous that if I was left alone with him he’d sweet talk me into giving in to him again.” 

Azriel nodded and hummed in understanding before pushing off the doorframe and coming further into the room. “And you’re not afraid you’ll fall back into his bed anymore?” 

I averted my eyes as I shook my head.”No, there is no chance of that happening now. Not with Eris at least.” 

He was now standing close enough that I could lean back into him. Through the mirror, his eyes bore into mine with a dark intensity. Azriel smiled softly and raised an eyebrow. 

“If not with him, then with who?” He watched my reaction as he leaned down. I shuddered as his lips ghosted over my skin. “Is there another male that has caught your attention?” 

I smirked as I moved away from him and across the room. “You’re the Spymaster. Perhaps you’ll be able to work that out.” I winked at him as I breezed out of my bedroom. His answering chuckle caused my heart to soar. 

—-----------------

“What’s a gorgeous female like you doing on the wall all alone?” Eris made a show of looking me up and down. “You are looking absolutely delicious. How would you like to ditch this party and go somewhere more, private?” 

I gulped down the remaining wine in my glass before turning to glare at the Autumn Court High Lord. “Alway the sweet talker, Eris. What do you want?” 

He shrugged, “Maybe I just wanted to reconnect with an old friend?” 

“Her company is spoken for this evening, and every evening to follow for that matter.” 

The deadly calm voice behind him caused Eris to stiffen before he forced a smile and turned to look at Azriel. “By you? Hmmm. I guess you always did tend to be attracted to my cast-offs. It’s good to see some things never change.” 

I had barely had time to process the insult before Azriel’s fist came into contact with Eris’ jaw. I could hardly hear the High Lord’s groan over the sound of his bones crunching. Azriel snarled and pulled his fist back to hit him again, but I was a split second faster. I wrapped a hand around his wrist and winnowed us back Velaris. As soon as our feet hit the bridge Azriel was stomping away from me.

”Az?” When I called out he stopped abruptly. I bit my lip thinking over what to say next. In the distance, I could hear the sound of music coming from the Rainbow. “Will you dance with me?” 

He turned then and raised a brow at me. “I just made a scene in the middle of a party, and you want to dance with me?” 

I couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled out of me, “No, you just defended me against a prick without considering that it could cause inter-court conflicts. I assure you, Shadowsinger, I want to do much more than dance with you.” 

His eyes widened as my words registered. Then in an instant, he masked his surprise with a smirk. “If I had known that all I had to do to win your affection was punch Eris, I’d have done that years ago.” 

Throughout the conversation, we had drifted closer together, and now we were mere inches apart. “You’ve had much more than merely my affection for a long time, Azriel. I’m not certain when I started falling in love with you, but here we are, and I couldn’t stop loving you if I tried.” 

His voice was thick with emotion when he looked into my eyes and said, “Please never try to stop.”

#acotar x reader #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x you

[httpseiki]

Hi ! Can I ask for a prompt request with numbers 37 and 117 ?(both from the comfort list :3)

I've thought of a chan x reader where they're still in the friendship phase but really into each other like taking care of the other and stuff (really in love hehe)

We know how chan loves swimming but what happen when reader has some ptsd with water (let's just say she's really afraid of it) reader could be willing to try to overcome because she trusts chan and maybe it could lead to them really dating somehow :)

Thank you in advance and don't worry if you think you take too much time ! We dont need to rush ♡

𝚊𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊

- bang chan x reader

note: hello yes ofc!! ty for detailing this way, it helps me get a better vision of the story. also, you're not mad I included two more prompts... aren't you?? hope you enjoy it!! 😻

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ the prompts!!

“The water is sooo warm.”

37. "just come here. let me hold you."

117. “i don’t mean to bother you.” - “you’re not.”

❛ don’t worry, i’m staying right here. ❜

tw: afab!readerx chan, ftl, fear of water, mentions of drowning, overcoming phobia, uses of pet names, cussing(sorry couldn't help myself), slight anxiety.

song choice: glued - melanie martinez

contrary to how much you loved the sea, how much time you spent on the beach, having sand in nearly every pocket, you couldn't stand water. nor swimming, hell, you didn't even know how to do that.

you've spent all of your evenings on the beach. you would place your light blue towel down, take out your romance novel from your backpack and read to the sound of waves hitting the shore.

near the end of the summer season, you started to notice someone doing the opposite. chan - that's his name - would drop his backpack directly onto the sand, leave out a wrinkled towel and sprint into the sea.

you found his behavior immature, what if someone stole his stuff? and his clothes are gonna get full of sand. was he even wearing sunscreen?

putting your book aside, you walk up to his place, you spread the towel down and lay his clothes out, placing his backpack on them.

"thanks," he mutters when he comes back, droplets falling down from his skin.

you offer him some sunscreen and a little bit of scolding, before the both of you jump into a conversation.

two months later, and here you are. after the first month of college, you and chan decided to hang out at your spot,

“The water is sooo warm, " chan sits next to you, placing a towel over his showers.

despite being the start of fall, the temperatures were pretty much summer coded. you smile at his remark,

"boo, why are you reading all the time?" he pushes your book down and puts his tongue out.

"'cause it's for school?" you reach for it.

"nerd," he closes it and puts it in your bag. "why don't you come swim with me?"

you felt your heart freeze in that moment. something round got stuck in your throat, making you unable to speak. memories flood back of your younger self almost drowning,

"I... uhm-"

"you have your swimsuit, right?" he questions.

"yah, yeah, it's just that... "

silence occurs while you try to find the right terms. how could you tell chan you're deadly frightened by going in the water, especially the sea? he's so good at swimming, how could he understand that you're scared of waves pushing you?

"is it because you're on that part of the month..?" his voice is quieter than earlier and full of worry.

"no, chan, I'm not on my period, it's just that... " you sigh. "I can't swim."

he chuckles, taking your hand into his, your head raising up,

"honey, I work as a swim coach to pay my tuition fee. you think I can't help you?"

"no, chan, it's... I can't swim and... FUCK, I'M SCARED OF WATER!" you pull your hand from him.

he nods, a feeling of easiness fullfilling your chest. it was as if the black clouds that covered you whenever the sea was involved cleared away, the sun warming your soul again.

"it's cringe, I know and-"

"no, it isn't. many people deal with that, y'know... " he adds softly.

"I've been scared since I was a baby... " you scoff. "I wish I could overcome this..."

"let me help you, ___." his eyes lit up.

you beam, why was he always so kind?

“thanks, channie, but 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢, you probably have other-

“𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡.” he interrupts you. "hey, you said you want to overcome it? "

you nod, unsure of what would happen next. you swallow, hands shaking.

"okay, do you trust me?" chan asks you.

and you would be stupid to say no. you trust him more than anyone. if you had to hide as body, he'll be the one to call. he has helped you with so much. his kindness made your heart melt and take the form of his, you loved him.

"yeah, I trust you."

"come to the water with me?" your lack of answer made him frown. "look, we don't have to go further than you can, even just sticking our toes is go-"

"okay." you agree, heart beating so loudly.

you throw your shirt off, the boy giggles, shyly hiding his face in his palms, as if he wasn't the one who indulged authority in you just seconds ago.

chan gets up and leads you to the edge of the sea. as you get closer, the heavy clouds seem to return, fingers grabbing at your necklace to fidget.

you close your eyes and take in the salty breeze of soft air. drops of water splashes on your face whenever the waves broke.

"this isn't so bad after all, right? "

you manage to bring out a crooked yes, too drowned out by the beautiful scenery in front of you. the sun was setting behind the ocean, an orange reflecting in a deep blue water.

"shall we go further?" he suggests.

you do as told, the water level covering your knees by now. he was right, the water is warm. you gulp, hearing your one true love hum next to the sunset.

chan looked ethereal. he looked so calm, so relaxed. opposite of you who was buried in deep fear. the warm rays settled on his face like a work of art, like that's where they belong.

your legs went weak when a wave unexpectedly came towards you. but he was there to catch you. your glances met, he smiled softly, arms linked around your waist. he brings you back up.

chan moves forward, and you rush to do the same, not noticing how far the level was going. the water was covering your hips now.

another wave was sent your way, the soft foam touching your belly. suddenly, thunder erupted from the clouds around your head, fear settling on you,

"chan?... " you reach for him and grab his arm, "let's not go further."

"𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒. 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

he holds your waist again. the wind started blowing a bit tougher, the sea catching on the hint. you moved closer to his chest. this way, you felt protected. you knew he was always gonna take care of you.

"'s okay, I'm here, " he would whisper every time a wave approached you.

you were shaking a bit, not knowing if from the chilly splashes or fright. the boy noticed immediately and rubbed his hands on your back.

and with just a single touch, he made the clouds go away once more. you relaxed under his warmth, watching the horizon turn into a burning red. burning as hard as your love for him.

you wish he felt the same. you're scared to confess, you need him to guide you through that, too.

"what's so funny?" chan catches you giggling.

"nothing... just, " you cuddle closer to him, "don't leave me, okay?"

you look up at him, the corner of his mouth rising up as he moved the wet strand of hair from your face.

"𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒."

you nod in agreement, and he mimics your acts, you laugh and he kisses the top of your head.

"good. because I wanna be with you forever, " you confess.

"perfect, cause I feel the same way." chan winks.

you burst out in laughs. you splash him with water, he yelps, doing the same to you. you covered your face,

congrats, you just read 1,2k words!!

"i love you, ___." chan pulls you in for a kiss, the sun rays warming your skin to the same temperature your heart felt.

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[mgcldydrms]

Fascination ( Tommy Shelby )

summary: a sweet confession after a small incident

word count: 923

warnings: mention of a disagreement, a bit of a make out I guess

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

author's note: this is a repost from my old account & it was actually a request from @runnning-outof-time . I edited it one more time so I still hope you enjoy it.

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“I’m not afraid of you.”

Tommy cocked his head to the side, a slight smirk gracing his lips while he took a few steps towards you. He took one last drag of his cigarette before he put it out and left it in an ashtray that he passed by while making his way over to where you were.

At the same time, you moved backwards, your back hitting one of Tommy’s office walls. You gasped lightly as you felt the coldness on your hands. 

Was it a lie that you were not afraid of Tommy Shelby? Maybe. You weren’t really sure. Yes, he was a very intimidating man, yet you also knew that he could be affectionate, which was a side of him that he didn’t show to anyone else, not even to his family sometimes. 

Just a few minutes ago, you had gotten to that point where Tommy was about to show you this sweeter side of him when all of a sudden, a strange man walked into the betting shop, shouting furiously at Tommy.

You looked at the strange-looking man with wide eyes, scared that he would do something he would regret, however when you looked at Tommy, his eyes staring deadly at the other man, you knew that what was about to happen wasn’t pleasant to look at, hence you left and hid in Tommy’s office.

Now here you were, pressed against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribcage. You stared into Tommy's blue eyes, the same eyes that had captivated you ever since you first met the second oldest Shelby.

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t you like to know what I’ve done to the man?” Tommy asked you, one of his eyebrows lightly raised while he looked at you intently. 

Your breath hitched lightly while you shook your head. You didn’t want to know because you already did, or assumed you knew. You didn't want him to tell you every single detail about what he had done to the man. It would change the way you looked at Tommy, and you didn't want that, not yet.

You knew Tommy Shelby was one of those guys your parents had warned you about when you first started getting into boys. The ones you shouldn’t talk to and never work for. Yet, you did all of these things. You worked for Tommy, and the two of you had conversations with one another, even about topics that didn’t regard the Shelby Company. 

The man in front of you took one more step towards you, his hand finding yours, pulling you away from the wall, which made you fall into his arms. You put your hands on his chest, creating space between the two of you while you looked into his eyes again, a curious expression gracing your face. 

“You fascinate me, y/n.”, he suddenly confessed in his deep voice. 

You could feel your cheeks heating up, your eyes wide as you tried to comprehend his words. Tommy Shelby, the Tommy Shelby found you … fascinating? 

“Why?” you suddenly blurted out while the butterflies in your stomach celebrated a party. You felt his fingers move up and down on your arm, goosebumps appearing all over your body. 

Tommy chuckled, seeing your cheeks turn red. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he found it quite adorable. 

“You started working for me without even asking what you’d have to do.”, he started. “You stay longer than anyone else, even longer than me sometimes. You stare at me which yes, I have noticed. Your cheeks get as red as they are now whenever I catch you doing it.”

You felt embarrassed. You always thought you were clever and no one, especially Tommy, would catch you looking at your boss. Oh, how wrong you were. 

“You told me once that everyone had warned you to work for me, yet you do. You also never ask questions, you just do what I tell you to do. Why?”

“I don’t know.”, you said quietly, almost inaudible, your eyes still looking into his blue ones.

Tommy nodded his head, his fingers still caressing your arms until he stopped, and put one of his hands on your cheek, pulling you even closer to him.

You could feel yourself getting lost in the moment. You could feel yourself falling more and more for Tommy Shelby, something you knew you shouldn’t do yet you knew that if you weren’t mistaken, he had been sending you signals as well.

Your eyes widened when you saw Tommy move. He leaned in, his lips close to yours as you felt his breath on your face. You closed your eyes, waiting for the moment to finally feel his lips on yours, however, the moment never came. Instead, you felt his lips on your neck. 

Your eyes opened wide, and a shudder spread all over your body as you felt his lips press multiple kisses all over your neck. You lifted your hand up, putting it on the back of his head while you started to play with his hair. 

“Maybe, I find you fascinating too..”, you whispered before a moan escaped your lips. 

Tommy hit a sensitive spot on your neck and you could feel his smirk on your skin as he continued to leave kisses on that special spot. 

After a little while, he pulled away, yet his face stayed as close to yours as possible, his blue eyes looking deeply into your e/c ones, and you swore you could see a faint smile on his lips. 

“I’m glad we both find each other fascinating.”

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x fem!reader #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders x reader

[taduki]

I couldn't see anything saying you're asks are closed so if they are apologizes ahead of time.

Could I get HC for the M6 with an MC with a phobia of balloons? Or more specifically sudden loud noises?

I.E the beginning of fireworks their a bit tense but slowly calm down since fireworks are constantly loud so they get used to it. Sudden thunder if they don't notice the lighting beforehand and of course the main offender balloons. I mean they can just pop without anyone touching them, their all ticking time bombs waiting to pop when you lest expect it. The loudness of parties and drunken singing is fine because it's constant not sudden.

Also by phobia I don't necessarily mean ptsd but more if it happens once or twice their fine but tense afterwards but too much and they will just need to leave or at least gain enough distance that the pop won't be as loud.

I’m sorry this took so long. It’s not that my box is full (it’s full of dust actually), I am just not skilled in comfort all, so I’m very sorry these are shorter and a little more lackluster than my usual headcanons but u wrote a long asf ask so I’ll still do my best, bb. ^^

M6 w/ an MC Who’s Afraid of Sudden Loud Noises

Asra

It’s possible Asra didn’t know of your phobia when you first met. If you opted to hide it, they would’ve discovered it when they brought you back and had to teach you everything again. It didn’t take him too long to figure out loud sounds really upset you. Except, they really did. You were ultra sensitive back then, so thunderstorms in a room where you couldn’t see the lightning had you wailing.

They found ways to calm you other than holding you and coaxing you to sleep (though he may have favored those methods). On days when you got paranoid of just hearing something that would send you flying, they found you a pair of earmuffs! They didn’t fully drown the sound out, but they cushioned the blow at least.

He could tell you were still somewhat uncomfortable though, so he studied up on a spell to tailor the earmuffs to be noise-canceling. They thought it would be easy but it was actually hard to find the spell and somehow administer the effect to affect the wearer - it was just complicated, but they managed for you…

Once you got used to your new body, the days were slightly easier.

It was not often you saw a balloon flying around Vesuvia. Until you wandered over to the traveling booths at the market and saw the horrors of big, bright balloons they had. You’ve had experiences with them, alright. Now, they’re floating in children’s hands like deadly bombs. A lot of them popped around you as you made it home and your poor heart was exhausted. As soon as you’ve even gotten near the shop, Asra’s run out like, “Are you okay?!” Lots of hugs and kisses that night, plus many squeezes from Faust.

If there happens to be rowdy children or just someone loud in the shop at the moment, Asra has a sign inside and outside the shop that politely asks customers to keep a quiet and clean environment. The customers wouldn’t really doing anything unlawful though, so Azz will just take the order over for you while you take a breather in the back room or upstairs.

Tosses anyone that yells at you out the shop. Dusts his hands clean afterward.

Julian

He holds you close whenever you’re scared or when you jump. He’s a big worry wart for you, so he’ll coddle you a bit. He knows he shouldn’t baby you so much though, so he’ll constantly ask if this is too muchhh or what else he can do for you.

Still loves to coddle you anyway.

Finds activities to distract you during thunderstorms if you find that works! Dancing is a rowdy and engaging activity that requires most of your attention to be on him. Plus! It wears you out to sleep through it when it storms through the night. He also has lots of pen and paper for writing or drawing as well as books to read.

When nothing he offers works for you, he’s willing to hold you tight and read you stories until you feel better.

He is not specialized in a psychiatric field but he considers that this fear might be coming from a place of pain that you have yet to heal from. He tries not to think too much about it because he doesn’t want to speculate something so vulnerable to you. When he thinks you’re both comfortable, he gently asks if you want to and if you’re ready to confront it with him or with a specialist. He definitely spent nights thinking about how best to bring it up…

He’s not very likely to be around balloons unless he goes with you to see a sick patient who has lots of flowers and balloons as get-well-soon gifts. So, unless you accompany him to many house calls, it’s highly unlikely you’ll have to deal with them!

Understands your concern anyway, and will respect your decision to step outside or even go home if needed.

Only ever teases and pokes you about leaving him alone. “Did you have too much fun without me?”, or “Did you miss meee? 🥺”

If someone yells at you, he goes full drama mode, keels over, and makes a BIG deal out of it like, “Oh, my poor, innocent lover! Disrespected by a poor bystander who didn’t know any better!” He is weeping. Please feel free to join him.

Portia

Unfortunately, she witnessed firsthand what loud sounds do to you. Throughout your encounters with the devil and his shenanigans, he was not afraid to take advantage of your panic and fear and Portia was smart about this. She’d go as far as to cover your ears while bracing for impact.

With the devil vanquished, life with her has been peaceful. Her cottage, for the most part, is very secluded and quiet, so it’s rare for something to get loud. The most that could startle you would be Pepi making a mess or Portia knocking over a dinner plate.

You’d always known balloons were awful experiences for you, and she has always been aware and careful around certain objects, except she didn’t think about balloons. She works many palace events, and if you choose to accompany her, you run the risk of encountering bundles of them! You were hesitant to stay after realizing how many they were, but she recognized your anxiety and pulled you over to a quiet corner.

She rubs your hands, covers your ears if you wish, and lets you calm down before asking if you’d like to stay somewhere quiet or return home. If you’d like to stay with her, she will come check up on you comically often, like you’ll see her pop her head into the room every thirty (30) minutes.

She also gives you her signature wink after telling you that you can take her away anywhere, anytime.

If you want to go home, she’ll understand, but miss you a lot. She keeps you in her thoughts whenever she’s busy. Like, “Aw MC would love the food here”, or “Hmm, I wonder what they’re up to without me”, and most of the time, you’re just relaxing or playing with Pepi. As soon as she gets home, she trudges through the house and a sleepy smile appears on her face when she spots you.

She also likes doing that thing to you where you cup your ears and then uncup them so it makes everything sound funny. She likes when it makes you smile.

Nadia

She’s fine with holding you when you’re scared. Fluster her a bit by hugging her for a lot longer than you needed to. She’ll keep patting your back like, “Are they okay now?”, but she won’t mind at all.

The library is a great space to avoid loud noises. People are rarely allowed in there, so the chances of someone interrupting your peace is highly unlikely. Whenever someone comes it, it’s usually Nadia or Portia and they know to open the doors slowly when you’re in there.

Many doors in the palace are giant and heavy. If left to close or slam, they will definitely be loud. Nadia has asked that those doors have door stoppers installed on them. Honestly, she should’ve thought of this when Lucio had his “slam every door dramatically open and closed” phase…

Nadia has many, many other quiet places around the palace, including her contemplation tower. She is not hesitant to invite you.

You’re unfortunately much more likely to encounter balloons when going out with Nadia. Yes, there are the occasional disguised getaways when you go out to the market with her, but Nadia formally appears at many events, festivals, and so on. She is comes very prepared, though!

Asra came over for an afternoon tea time and suggested the earmuffs. It’s very possible they didn’t tell you how you used to use them before you got better, so they’re very patient and explain how it works. They hope it works for loud events like firework nights, when you and Nadia would like to be with each other.

Nadia keeps a look out for quiet spots to get away in when you two are out.

She also tries not to flinch at loud noises to show you not to be afraid and that you are both able to protect yourselves.

If you believe your fear might be deep rooted in your past, she gently offers if you need anyone professional to talk to when you’re ready. She also recommends if you’d like to ask Asra about this. She is willing to listen to you whenever you’re ready to talk, and often reminds you not to be afraid of ruining a moment or anything like that.

If you were ever in a meeting and someone yelled at you, Nadia would swiftly hold her hand up to hush them, and glare while she asks them to keep the conversation in a professional manner. If they cannot handle that, she would ask them to leave. She claims there is no good way to do business with someone who feels the need to disregard anothers’ fears to get their words across.

Muriel

Arcana bless the forest in which Muriel lives…

It is so very quiet in this neck of the woods. It is like a paradise… Until thunderstorms come through.

Muriel was not aware this was such a big problem for you at first. You got scared a couple of times fighting the devil and his tricks, but you had to think quick and had no time to panic. The entire journey with Morga and back, you did not go through a single thunderstorm, so he did not even take them into consideration. The hut doesn’t exactly have many open windows either, so no lightning meant no warning.

As soon as he sees you freak out, he’s put his stuff down and is crouched beside you. When you’re able to explain, he opens one small window facing away from the wind so you can see and sits down in front of the fire with a fluffy blanket. He’ll wait for you to come sit by him, in his lap, or however you want, and drape the blanket over you. He holds onto you just a bit closer whenever he sees lightning so he can prepare you.

After the first storm, he put some thin pieces of cloth on each window so you can still see light through them even when it’s raining. He’ll still hold you whenever you like.

It’s no secret he hates going into town though, and typically asks you to go whenever something is needed, so he was not there for the barrage of helium-filled bombs that graced your ears one day. When you got home, you plonked yourself right into his arms and sighed. After he gets over the initial shock of having you placed so carelessly on him, he pats your back and hugs you. He’ll only wait until you’re ready to talk about it, and he’ll be there the whole time listening to you.

Does not have the capability to say anything inconsiderate towards your fear. He most likely has some form of PTSD from the colosseum and can somewhat relate, so he can empathize with you.

Begrudgingly goes into town with you just in case the mean balloons get you again…

Lucio

Lucio by HIMSELF is loud.

One of his more refined talents is observing physical tells. He grew up in a tribal setting, so it was part of his survival. He’s definitely noticed your fear, even if you’ve tried to hide it. He’s also definitely made fun of it before.

That was when you first met him, though. Now that you’ve started a life with him, he’s been getting used to apologizing a little more. Except, he eventually realized he said one or two things back then that might’ve really hurt you. He’s unsure of how to go about it or bring it up to you, so he just blurts out, “I’m sorry I made fun of you for being scared.”

You’re hella confused.

He explains the couple of times you’ve gotten scared in the past and what exactly he said and tries his best to apologize for it. If you forgive him he’ll be very relieved and hold you as his way of saying he won’t do it again and he’ll do his best to help when you get scared. If you still need some time to forgive him, he’ll be a little confused, but he’ll have to accept it was a soft spot for you that shouldn’t have been poked fun at. He will still comfort you when necessary.

His way of comforting is a little rusty, but he’s got the spirit! He’ll put himself in your line of vision and tell you, “It will not hurt you.”

He keeps trying to like, hold you or put his hand on your shoulder, but he can’t tell when you want him to touch you, so he’s just jumping back and forth. (Definitely tries to cheer you up by exaggeratedly jumping back and forth). He’s working on slow and soft movements when you’re like this.

Another way of curbing the loud noise is that he’ll wave his hands around and get loud to distract you. He’s trying to help you get comfortable with it by associating himself with the noise.

Someone yells at you? He yells back at them louder! And then turns right around to coo at you in his arms.

~~~

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[kybercrystals94]

Unconventionally Easy

(Part 2)

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By KyberCrystals94

Whumptober 2023|Day 11|Prompt 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” | Captivity

Bad Things Happen Bingo: Bleeding Out

Rating: T

Words: 1080

Summary: Tech is worse off than he first let on to Echo.

The first thing Tech is aware of is pain. Although difficult to pinpoint, after some experimental movement, he decides that it originates from three significant places: his right thigh, the right side of his abdomen, and his right arm in its entirety. Cleverly, he deduces that he must have landed on his right side.

Next, Tech becomes aware that his helmet is missing, and that he also has a head wound, though it is not nearly as sensitive as the three other injuries. Mild concussion? Likely. However, blood loss is his greatest enemy at the moment. However, if their brothers find them in a timely manner, he should be safe from immediate demise.

He is about to work on locating Echo when the scream practically gives him cardiac arrest...not something clones are prone to, at least at this age in their development. However, so startling in the silent darkness comes the blood curdling cry, that it takes every ounce of resolve to prevent a fear induced verbal reaction.

“No! Let me out!”

Tech has never heard Echo sound so panicked, so utterly terrified. Even during night terrors. Tech calls out to him in a frustratingly unsteady voice, “Echo!”

A beat, a choking breath from just a few meters away. “Tech...” Another gasp, a sob. “Help. Don’t leave me here. Please.”

Tech tries to steady his voice. He needs to keep Echo calm. Who knows what injuries he might have, what he might aggravate if he struggles. “I am not going anywhere, vod. We are going to be okay, Echo, but we must remain calm.”

It takes a few minutes of careful conversation before Tech is confident that he has talked Echo off the ledge of a hypothetical cliff of hysteria.

“What are your injuries?” Echo asks.

Tech responds vaguely but honestly. “Several lacerations on the right side of my person, possible concussion.”

“Are you bleeding badly?”

“It is difficult to tell,” Tech lies.

He knows that Echo is far too intelligent to believe him; however, his older brother does not push the point. After all, what good would it possibly do? Not trapped as they are. All they can do is wait, and hope that they are found before it is too late.

The heat that scorches the planet is deadly, and Hunter is fully aware of this. Which is why he calls for a break again, insisting that Crosshair and Wrecker drink electrolyte mixture added to their canteens.

“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair says, snatching the packet out of Hunter’s outstretched hand. “They could be dying down there while we just sit here.”

“We aren’t just sitting here, Cross,” Hunter argues. “We won't do them any good if we collapse from heatstroke.”

Wrecker has already downed one canteen and is reaching for another. “Do you think they’re okay?”

Hunter doesn’t answer right away. Honestly, he isn’t even sure at this point if they’re rescuing brothers or recovering bodies. It’s been almost two hours since the blast, and they are still sorting rubble in hopes they won’t cause further collapse. The trackers on Echo and Tech’s comms are pinging a signal, so they know they are digging in the right place. What they don’t know is how they are injured, what will cause further injury, or if they are already dead.

“We’ll find them,” Hunter answers with empty certainty, “and they will be.”

Echo knows something is wrong when he can smell the metallic tang of blood through the dust and ashes of destruction holding him down. He tries to keep his voice as level as possible when he asks, “Tech, how badly are you injured. Really.”

“I have lost a substantial,” Tech pauses breathlessly, “amount of blood…I’m afraid.”

Echo curses under his breath. There is literally nothing he can do except lay here while his brother bleeds to death.

“Echo…” Tech says, “I don’t feel well.”

“I know, vod.” Echo swallows. “The others will be here soon. I know they will.”

“Not in time, I think.” Tech’s voice breaks at the end.

“We’re not going to talk like that,” Echo says firmly. “You said you’d stay with me, remember? I’m going to hold you to it.”

There is a long silence that stretches between Echo’s words and the ones Tech utters in transparent anguish. “I’m sorry, Echo.”

Between dehydration and trying to keep Tech conscious through endless, meaningless words, Echo’s voice scrapes like sand in his throat. He isn’t sure when his brother stops responding except that he doesn’t stop trying, even when it feels like he has to scream to manage an aching whisper.

Something shifts above him, and that’s when he hears familiar voices filtering through the barrier between himself and freedom. “Hunter!” he calls out, but his voice rasps pathetically.

But Hunter hears him. Thank the force for enhancements.

“Echo! Keep talking, we’ll get you out.”

“No, get to Tech first,” Echo says, “He’s to my left several meters. Severe blood loss. He lost consciousness a while ago…”

“Okay,” Hunter says, “we’ll get him. Are you injured?”

“Nah,” Echo tries to say lightly, “just in a tight spot.” The joke falls flat.

“We’ll find him,” Hunter says, voice so much stronger and sure than Echo’s.

Echo takes a breath.

He’s not alone anymore.

“Thought I’d let you off the hook just because you were bleeding out?”

Tech winces awake to the bright, white light of a medical bay. He blinks as comprehension sifts through foggy awareness. “I am alive. That is most fortunate,” he says, voice hoarse from disuse.

Echo scoffs, and Tech turns his head to see the reg sitting next to him. “Yeah. How fortunate.”

“I suppose this is the part where you would like for me to admit that you were right,” Tech returns with a faint smile. “They did get to us in time.”

Echo grins at him, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I was barely right…and besides, you were the one who said they’d get to us soon first, so I suppose we can both take credit for being right.”

“And we completed the mission, I assume? Supposing the data stick was not damaged in the fall.”

“Shockingly, it was one of the only things not damaged in the blast. You should design your armor like you do your pockets.”

“Another successful mission,” Tech says contentedly. He settles back, closing his eyes. “And I’ll keep that armor design in mind for future alterations.”

END

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[supervillain-smut]

Lord Raiden x Fem! Reader Smut

So. This is around 2-3 months of on-and-off work and 3,100 words!

CW for severe age gap, size difference, established relationship, friends to lovers.

There were so many other options. So many other single, attractive men, most much closer to your age than who your brain had decided to set your sights on. 

There was the young, talented, slightly cocky Kung Lao. There was what most women would consider the ‘obvious choice’ Johnny Cage. Even if you didn’t particularly feel like the men around you, there was the gorgeous, protective, and ambitious Jade. Never mind the stunning Princess of Outworld, Kitana. 

No, you just had to want who was probably the eldest and most unattainable of your choices; the always stoic actual thunder god and protector of Earthrealm Raiden. You weren’t even sure he was interested in, or able to, have romantic feelings or relations with mortal humans. You had managed to never leave his side, by pure coincidence. You would offer to assist Jax, or back up Kung Lao and Liu Kang as they left to free Princess Kitana; but no. 

“I need you with me.” “You need to stay with me; it’s safer this way.” “I can’t see your fate, things are uncertain. Perhaps it is best you stay with me.” An excuse every time. You weren’t exactly complaining, after all, it meant you got to be around him more, watch him fight, better yet fight alongside him. You had overcome many obstacles together, and the bond between you was beginning to become undeniable. You were unstoppable together. He saved your life, you saved him a few times, you’d swap favors back and forth. Now, as Earthrealm lay war-torn, and Shao Kahn was defeated, you’d have to go your separate ways. He’d go back to training the Shao Lin, you’d go back to your normal life. You’d see him again once Earthrealm was threatened once again by Outworld. 

“So, this is the armory. Equip yourself with anything you’re familiar with, and we’ll get going.” Jax instructed as you scanned the wide array of weapons, older fashioned and brand-new tech alike. “Y/N?” You turned to face the familiar voice that was Raiden’s as your heart began to race. 

“Lord Raiden! Good to see you. It makes me feel a hell of a lot safer to know you’re with us again.” You spoke as you bowed, only for Raiden to place his hands on your shoulders and stand you up straight. 

“There’s no need for formalities. Not anymore. Surely, we’ve been through enough for long enough to forgo them. In any case, I am also glad to see you rejoin the fight. I have not forgotten your talent, or your heart.” He spoke with a smile in his eyes as he regarded you, one hand lingering on your shoulder before he took a deep breath and removed it, seeming to change his entire demeanor from familiar friend to God. 

“I hope you’re ready for whatever waits through that portal; Outworld’s species are unlike anything you have ever seen on Earthrealm, and twice as deadly.” 

“Oh, I think I can handle it. Are we teaming up again, or do I have a new dance partner?” You smiled innocently at him, admittedly a little hopeful to spend more time around him again. 

“Not this time, I’m afraid. This time it is you and Jax.” Your face must have dropped more than you intended because he slightly lifted a brow at your reaction to his words. 

You barely had any time to think about your separation from Raiden, or Raiden at all, as you were busy enough sticking close to Jax and fighting your way through Tarkatans to clear a path for the others, finally getting a chance to catch your breath as you reached the top of the temple. Raiden and his brother Fujin teleported to your location once it was clear and did what they had to; you didn’t even know Raiden had a brother. 

A celebratory dinner was had for your victory, Johnny doing most of the talking as usual as you all swapped stories of what happened while you all were away. “So, Raiden, what do you do in the few minutes it seems you get from having to save us weak mortals?” 

Raiden scoffed through his nose at your question. “I, for one, do not think mortals are weak. I cannot possibly say that when I am around the strongest of you.” 

“Damn right!” Johnny interrupted, giving a small toast before downing the rest of his drink. 

“Even though mortals can be challenging to be around sometimes due to select few arrogances;” Raiden made a pointed glance at Johnny as he let out a small “Hey!” as Raiden continued. “I spend most of my time at the temple meditating, reflecting, strategizing, and training the newest generation of fighters.” 

“Sounds boring!” Johnny said with a dramatic yawn. “Not all jobs have to be interesting to be useful. You could use a useful task such as fighting to save Earthrealm to be more prevalent in your life, Johnny.” Kenshi rebutted, taking a sip of his wine as Johnny pouted at him, using his hand to represent Kenshi’s mouth to mock him. “I can sense what you’re doing, Cage.” Kenshi sighed as Johnny swiftly dropped his hand. 

Raiden looked across the table at you and held your gaze for a minute with a fond look in his eyes and a smirk on his face before you both registered the commotion that was Johnny and Jax arm wrestling in what was probably Johnny’s one good idea for the entire year, moving over a table to not knock all of the food and drinks over. Raiden rolled his eyes, only for them to follow you as you decided to go elsewhere now that you were done eating. You were not even halfway across the courtyard before it started pouring rain seemingly out of nowhere. You turned around and ran back into the dining hall, but not before you had time to catch the culprit and hear his taunting laughter; Rain. In your rush to get indoors, you ran directly into Raiden. 

You both let out an ‘oof!’ as you hit each other, the thunder god only taking a few steps back in recoil as you were bracing to hit the ground. You waited for the impact, but it never came. You opened your eyes just in time as Raiden hoisted you back to your feet. Rain’s laughter was audible as he watched it all unfold from a safe spot under an awning. You looked at Raiden just in time to catch his eyes narrow as he lifted a hand and summoned lightning to the clouds Rain had created, and suddenly... 

CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK! 

At least five thunder bolts came crashing down on the courtyard, Rain’s shout barely heard over the noise as it shook the ground. You had instinctively protected yourself... By curling up into Raiden. You were so close, when you looked up you could see the details of his glowing eyes, which softened from the glare he previously possessed into that all-too-familiar fondness. You quickly took a step back and straightened everything out, prepared to save face by punching Rain in his, only to find him gone. He must have run when the lightning struck. 

“Where were you off to, if you don’t mind my asking? You left dinner without a word.” Raiden softly asked. “I was going to my room; too much noise and testosterone, you know?... Where were you headed?” You tilted your head and crossed your arms. “To find you. I, for one, wasn’t through with our conversation. It’s been too long, and with Johnny’s incessant rambling, we’ve had almost no time to catch up.” You smiled at Raiden’s words before you turned serious. “You know, I haven’t really stopped thinking about everything we went through together. It still runs through my head sometimes. Even when I look at the people around me, I see their old selves. But not you; you’re just you. We made a good team. I hope to have the chance to do it again.” You spoke honestly, possibly because of a few drinks, as you leant on the wall in front of him. 

Raiden looked at his feet and smiled for a moment before meeting your eyes again. “Nor have you left my mind. There were times my meditation was interrupted with memories of our time together. It nearly makes me... What do you call it? Nostalgic?” He took up his usual pose, crossing his arms over his chest. You loved it when he did that. Showed off his arms more. You bet he could pick you up, no problem. You shook yourself out of your thoughts as you realized you’d left him waiting for a response as you mildly stared. 

“Aw, I didn’t know I did that to you!” You said sarcastically, teasingly pushing his shoulder, not even enough to move him. He sighed deeply and stepped towards you, placing one hand on the wall beside your shoulder, the other hung at his side nearly curled into a fist. 

“You do... so many things to me...” The admission was almost whispered, but it made your eyes widen in shock like he’d yelled it; it was plenty loud enough. “Raiden... do you... care for me? More than the others, I mean?” Raiden tentatively brought his hand to your waist, his fingers ghosting over you, barely touching. “Yes. I do. And I’ve been fighting it the entire time we’ve been apart. Convincing myself it was wrong, more importantly, I was wrong. But the way you look at me, the hope in your eyes at the chance to fight by my side, to be by my side... It’s all confirmed and solidified it. I can’t escape it unless you wish to release me. Tell me you don’t feel the same, that you don’t want me in your life.” 

“Raiden...” You rested your hand on his chest. “Please. I need to hear it, either way.” “Raiden! I can’t. I can’t tell you that because I do feel the same as I always have. I do want you in my life, more than anything. I want you more than anything.” Your hand crept upwards as you spoke before it came to a halt cupping his face, to which he leant into the affection. There was a moment of silence between you as you stared into the other’s eyes, as if searching for something, before Raiden crashed his mouth onto yours, properly gripping your hip to pull your body into him. His frame nearly swallowed yours as you urged him to deepen the kiss; he was clearly inexperienced as his hands never moved and your teeth occasionally clacked. He seemed to learn as you went, bumping into each other less and his hand reaching up to hold the back of your neck, your own hand accidentally knocking his hat off; something neither of you noticed even as you broke apart for air. “Would you mind if I escorted you to your quarters?” Raiden asked, taking a step back and offering his hand. “I would be honored and delighted.” 

It wasn’t until you were nearly at your door that Raiden noticed his missing hat and waved away the idea to turn around and go get it. The coast was clear as everyone was still in the dining hall, and Raiden seized the opportunity. As soon as the door had closed and you turned to face him, he swept you into another heated kiss, your bodies pressed tightly together, hands roaming every inch they could find as you moaned into his mouth. You grabbed at his robe and pulled him backwards towards your bedroom, occasionally bumping into things like the couch or the wall on the way, slowly undressing layer after layer from each other. You kicked the door to your bedroom open, Raiden not parting from you for a moment as he backed you onto your bed, crawling atop you. 

On your way you had stripped the other down to a single layer, not including your underwear. Raiden’s hands were gentle yet fervent as they roamed your body, nestling himself between your legs as you wrapped them around him. “I must admit, I’m new to these sorts of... ahem, activities. You may need to teach me. I know many things about mortals; this is not one of them.” Raiden spoke, panting. “I’d be more than happy to teach you, Raiden. How about we start by getting the rest of these clothes off?” You spoke as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, noting how soft and silky it was. “A grand idea.” Raiden smirked as he spoke, pulling your pants down and off you as you lifted his shirt over his head. Raiden’s hands conveyed his curiosity as they wandered over every inch of exposed skin, testing and observing your reactions. 

You eventually found yourself in Raiden’s lap as he sat on the side of your bed, grinding into him as he moaned into your neck. His hands rubbed your sides, wandering lower until his fingers found your covered pussy. He rubbed along your folds, rubbing your clit in circles as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, moaning into his mouth. He pulled you upwards until your knees rested on the bed on either side of him. “Brace yourself on my shoulders.” Raiden muttered into your neck, and you did as he told you as he delved his hand past your panties, continuing to rub your clit in circles as he looked up at you with half-lidded, lust-filled eyes as he continued to kiss your neck and chest. 

You were grateful for his idea as he slipped a thick finger past your folds into your core as you cried out at the feeling. “Are you alright? Is this okay?” Raiden halted his movements and retracted his finger, looking up at you in concern. You caught your breath before responding. “Yes, Raiden, I’m fine. Please don’t stop, that felt good.” Raiden smiled in satisfaction and resumed what he was doing, rubbing along your walls until you cried out again and curled your toes when he finally found that wonderful spot. “Fuck! Raiden, right there! Oh, don’t stop!” Raiden smiled to himself at his ability to make you forget your manners around him, speeding up his movements as he added another finger. You were moaning loudly, and Raiden had no intention of silencing you. “That’s it, tell me how you feel. Tell me how I make you feel.” “Ugh, Raiden! You make me f-feel so good! Oh, don’t stop! Fuck!” Your grip on his shoulders tightened as your thighs shook. 

“Are you close, my love?” “Nn, yes! S-so close! Don’t stop, don’tstopdon’tstop!” You keened as you came around his fingers and he supported your back as you collapsed into his lap to ensure you didn’t fall backwards. As you came down from what would be one of many orgasms of the night, you felt something hard poking the inside of your thigh. “Are you... Are you comfortable where you are, Raiden?” “Quite. Why are you uncomfortable?” “No, just wanted to make sure.” You winced as Raiden removed his fingers, suddenly feeling horribly empty. You stroked him and he gasped, bucking slightly into your hand as you lined him up at your entrance. He was big, no doubt it was going to take some adjusting before either of you did anything. 

“You’re still okay with this, Raiden?” “Yes. Please.” You slowly sank onto his length, wincing at how much he stretched you. Once you were fully seated, you placed your hands on his chest to steady him. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and you nearly gasped when you looked up at him. His eyes were completely focused on you, half-lidded and filled with affection, a smirk on his lips. He allowed his hands to continue rubbing up and down your sides before pulling you into him as you wrapped your arms around his huge frame and rubbed small circles onto his back as he kissed the top of your head, just enjoying the moment of finally being so intimately connected. The warm glow that had built between you swiftly turned back into lust as Raiden leaned back to get a better look at you in his lap, only to notice something that drove him wild, his cock twitching inside you at the mere sight. 

You followed his gaze, and you noticed what had changed him so drastically; His cock was so thick and long compared to your smaller frame it was causing your abdomen to bulge just enough to be noticeable. Raiden rested his forehead on your shoulder and growled, really growled, as he brought his hand over your stomach, and you returned the kiss he’d given you seconds earlier to the crown of his head. He began to slowly thrust into you, groaning as he felt his own cock sliding in and out of you. You could feel it too, and although the feeling was a little uncomfortable and foreign, seeing how much Raiden enjoyed it was enough for you to accept the feeling and focus on his movements. He held you close to him as he began to increase the intensity of his thrusts, maintaining his slow pace, breathing steadily as he fought the urge to just let himself go. 

You soaked in each other’s affection as he brought his hand to your clit to help you along to your next orgasm, Raiden hoping you’d break before he would. His wish was granted as you cried out his name, spasming around him and clawing up his back. Raiden cried out as he stilled himself completely, gripping your hips and holding you in place as he buried himself completely and came deep within you. You could have sworn he managed to make your stomach bulge just a little more. Raiden gasped for every breath as he began to massage circles into your hips, sweat sticking some of his platinum white hair to his forehead and neck. You gently ran your hands through his hair, holding it in a ponytail for a little bit to relieve him. You rubbed circles onto his back as he placed soft kisses on your shoulder. “Are you alright, my love?” Raiden asked softly. “Yes. Are you alright? Would you like me to get up?” “I’m fine. In fact, I’m just getting started, if you’re content to continue? Continue to teach me?” The lust that had been present in his voice was back as he slowly rocked your hips into him. “Mm, I can be convinced.” 

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[anastasia1972]

You were just a bet (pt 2)

~Description:You found out you were just a bet and something happens to you that you couldn’t even believe it~

Doctor = Purple

You = Green

Pt 1

Warning: Mentions of deadly disease, some blood,and mentions of death(barley), if you are uncomfortable with these topics pls don’t read! (lmk if I miss any!)

After you heard everything you put the bag of food on the floor in front of the door not even bothering to knock or let Tengen and the others know you were there and you quickly walked out of the house. You ran quickly covering your face hoping everyone around you didn’t see your crying face. When you got home you fell onto the ground and bursted crying your eyes out when suddenly you coughed, which didn’t surprise you but when you opened your eyes you saw flower petals on the floor. You were confused on why there were flower petals on the floor but just then you cough again but more harshly and you see more flowers along with some blood.

You were confused and a bit concerned so you went to the bathroom and cleaned your face. After cleaning your face you go to a town doctor and after a while of talking and the doctor giving you worried looks by what you tell him he looks at you and says “I’m very sorry to tell you this but you have Hanahaki Disease…” you were confused on why he was so worried so you ask “what is Hanahaki Disease and why do you look so worried…?” The doctor then proceeded to tell you “A person can catch Hanahaki Disease when they experience unrequited love, meaning that the person they have a crush on doesn't love them back. From everything that you are telling me you might just have Hanahaki Disease…” You looked stunned and afraid. “Is there any way you can confirm this..? What if it’s a misunderstanding?” you spoke trying not to scream but you are panicking. “Now, please remain calm, to make sure this isn’t a misunderstanding I could run some tests right now. Would you like that?” The doctor says to you in a calm tone. “Yes please doctor…” you say trying to calm down.

After a couple of minutes of the doctor trying to get everything the doctor finally runs the tests and after 15 minutes of waiting the doctor comes back looking disappointed..? Or maybe sad… The doctor sighs and looks at you and says “I’m very sorry to inform you but you do have Hanahaki Disease.” You nearly cried “Okay… Okay doc is there anything you could do to cure this?” you asked hoping there was a way for you to live. “Sadly no unless you can get your crush to love you I’m sorry but there’s nothing I can do…” the doctor says. You sigh “Thank you for letting me know doc.” you say before you pay the doctor and begin walking home until you start coughing harshly and some blood along with some flower petals. You knew this wasn’t going to end good…

To be continued…

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