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gumiluver · 3 months

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TWO PRETTY BEST FRIENDS! ~ JUJUTSU KAISEN

synopsis: what happens when two pretty best friends get you in their grasp?

cover pic credit: k1tty_4ndy on pinterest |border credit: @/cafekitsune

lovers <3: gojo satoru x afab!reader x geto suguru

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!)

cw: nsfw, pwp, fingering, oral (f. receiving), manhandling, threesome (mfm), dirty talk (suguru’s a slut with his words), squirting, pet names

an: hope y’all enjoy! I’m considering making this a series with different jjk!best friend pairings!…lmk if you guys would be interested in smthn like that <3

“Ohh, do that again—she likes that,” Suguru groans, enchanted by the way your pretty eyes cross in a haze of lust-filled bliss. He’s got you in between his legs, a fistful of your hair in his grasp, making you angle your head up towards him so he can gaze upon your innocent face and watch it slowly morph into the fucked out cumslut he knows his good girl is.

“Hah, ‘course she does,” Gojo snickers, reveling at how your sweet pussy drips oh so deliciously for him.

“It’s ‘cause of me isn’t it, princess? You like when your ‘toru touches you right…” he trails off, creating an even deeper ache in your already pulsing cunt. He slowly weaves his index and middle finger through your folds to find your dripping core and finishes off his remark with a thrust of his fingers,”…here.”

“Ngghhh—fuuuck!!” you cry, overtaken by the intrusion of Satoru’s fingers that were, yet again, making their way into your gummy walls. His fingers move with purpose and certainty, hooking them toward your plush womb with the sole intention of abusing that spongy spot that makes you weep for him.

You felt like you were suffocating. Geto’s firm grip on your hair and neck leaves you squirming in his hold, but he’s quick to put you back in your place, “be good for us sweetheart, I’d hate to have to punish you so soon,” he chides, secretly hoping that you’d start to lose your rationality and step out of line. The shiver that rides along your spine doesn’t go unnoticed by Suguru, and he takes pride in knowing how his words sway you towards submission.

It seems like Satoru was able to read his best friend's intentions and wanted nothing more than to aid him in your descent, noting how Suguru’s clenched jaw and bulging arm veins hold him hostage from his true desires. He could see the sheer restraint that his best friend was holding onto, and Gojo would be lying if he said he wasn’t holding himself back as well.

Because fuck—look at ya.

Your head was thrown back, sheer ecstasy written on your face as Satoru quickened his pace, effectively fingering you into an early orgasm that had you squirting all over the two. The moans and cries you let out have both men grunting like animals, humping up into the air to gain some sort of friction on their sensitive cocks. Your hips sway in tandem with Satoru’s fingers, making both men become hypnotized by the very essence of your being. Both men drooling like fucking dogs, waiting to sink their teeth into you, waiting for your beck n’ call. The glistening sheen that radiates from your body resembles an innocent-like aura, just begging to be corrupted—and corrupt they shall.

Satoru’s already conjured up his own sick and twisted plans, wanting to get you an all fours to fuck you from behind while watching his pretty best friend fuck his lover's mouth.

And of course, Suguru had his own salacious desires, aching to see you split on top of his dick as he watches his pretty best friend jerk off at the sight of him fucking you.

And you? Well, you’d be happy if either of them would hurry up and fuck you already—the endless teasing starting to weave between the lines of pleasure and pain. Satoru continues to overstimulate your poor cunt and Suguru’s grip on you makes you yearn for something harder—something rougher.

Satoru’s ability of forethought seemed to have played in your favor as well, seeing as he can’t help but gaze at your sweet cunt that’s just begging to be filled. You can see his cock strain against his boxer briefs, an occasional twitch or two catching your attention and making you drool—wanting to taste his heavy tip.

Your gaze is hyper-fixated on Satoru’s cock now, your body moving forward—like a magnet being drawn to its force. But before you could even reach him, you feel yourself get pulled back into Suguru’s chest, “Ah—ah—ah, where do you think you’re going, pretty girl? Did you forget about me?”

You look up towards Suguru again, puppy dog eyes on full display to convey your innocence, “n-no!! I’d never forget you Sugu~” you cry, reaching up to place a warm hand on his cheek. You look over to Satoru who’s watching the two of you intently and beckon him over, wanting to please both your lovers equally, “Just wanna feel you—both of you.”

And who were they to deny their precious baby? The one and only person that could make them drop to their knees and beg for just a simple taste of you. The single most important person in the world to them. And most importantly, the only person that they are willing to share and love, together.

“Mmmm—fuckin’ love hearin’ you cry for us, such a desperate little thing. Isn’t that right, Satoru?” Suguru says, a cocky smirk adorning his face as he sees your blush darken over your cheeks. He squeezes your cheeks together with one hand, loving the way your plump limps perk together for him to kiss and suck on.

“Mhm~, poor baby’s just drippin’ for us,” Satoru responds, lowering his head down towards your cunt. Before you can protest, before you can even beg for their cocks, Suguru covers your mouth and pins your body on top of his. His forearm holding you down as Satoru spreads your thighs open again but this time, to suckle at your pink bud, and the whimper that you let out is like fucking music to their ears.

“I know you want our cocks sweetheart, but we gotta prep you more. Just relax, let us make you feel good,” Suguru charms, lulling you into a state of naivety to get you to blindly trust them. With the multiple orgasms that Satoru has been pulling from you coupled with Suguru’s debauched speech, you were more than ready to take both of them at this point.

But this? This was pure greed, from both men.

Suguru, wanting to see just how much you can handle before you’re a fucked out crying mess, begging to be stuffed with their cocks. And Satoru, reveling in your taste and secretly hoping to get you to squirt on his face.

Both men had their filthy little plans of watching you come undone, and both were intrigued by what the other’s plans were to get you to come undone.

And you? Well, all you could do was take it. Take the pleasurable torment. Take what they give you and then some.

After all, who knows what these two pretty best friends have in store for you in the long run?

an: what did you guys think?? I love hearing your feedback and what you enjoyed!! Should I make this a series? <33

As always, likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

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marikosenwrites · 3 months

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📓✧˖°.bungo stray dogs smut scenarios and hcs

sen: my first smut fic lmao idk what and how i do but i'm gonna TRY MY BEST feed back is VERY MUCH appreciated i originally planned to do purely fic no hcs but i decided against that ^v^ tell me if you want the word count because i'm unsure if i should put it or not

characters: ada!dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, chuuya nakahara

warnings: smut, mdni, im still putting ooc here, binding, biting (i'm still thinking tell me if smth needs to be added), rough sex (?), oral sex, use of y/n

(starts under the cut!)

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ dazai osamu

୨୧ loves binding you with random things that are flexible near him, like a tie or his bandages and things like that

୨୧ dazai just tangles his hand in your hair and like weaves through the strands and he doesn't want to pull his hand out so just pulls your hair and stuff

୨୧ if you ask him to be gentle, he compiles immediately and starts slowing down his relentless thrusts

୨୧ likes preparing you first (using his skilled fingers)

୨୧ when you're all wet he just invites himself

୨୧ pm!dazai would have done gunplay occasionally

scenario:

"bella- shit, you feel so, so, good, baby, yeah- god," dazai moans, his pace not slowing down, but becoming faster, which was what you hadn't expected.

a few whimpers and moans escape your lips, turning the taller on more, "'s-'samu, s-shit, slow down," you whimper some more as dazai hoists a leg on to his shoulder, allowing him to reach deeper places into your hole.

you scream, only to be stopped by two fingers going into your mouth. "shush, bella, yosano-san will find out. you certainly don't want that, do you?"

you shook your head in response, tears rapidly flowing down and reaching the crumpled sheets. although you cried, it was because of both the pain and the pleasure that your boyfriend was giving you.

"osamu..." you mumble as he slowed down his pace to an actually bearable one. "you're too harsh on me."

"oh? is that so?" he grinned and started to fasten his pace once again. "hmm?"

"o-osamu-! fuck-" as your pretty mewing and moans reached his ears, he grabbed a string of bandage on the nightstand next to you and tied your hands with it. "-osamu?"

"mm, you look more delightful than ever like this, bella." the man smirked.

"shall the show officially begin, now?"

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ edogawa ranpo

୨୧ into foodplay is the first thing i'll say

୨୧ loves sucking on tits too (literally his favorite thing to do what am i on about)

୨୧ loves sex after a tired day at work (like MINOURA or new people insulting him and stuff) (by insulting i mean saying that he isn't a good enough detective)

୨୧ sex between the both of you always starts with a make out session and then (and then) BOOM you strip and the good part starts

୨୧ he is a lazy bottom for real but when he's mad/frustrated oh boy you bouta see some stars

୨୧ loves when you top him

scenario:

quite a while had passed since you were bouncing on his on his cock, your moans and his combining into a harmony that was unique on the world, and only happens once a week or so.

ranpo had come home from a bad day, a frustrating one. you had always tended to his needs when it came to to tired days. and the same applies for you.

"mm...you look so nice bouncing like that f'me, sugar," the raven-head grins as he aids you with his hand.

you moan prettily, as you say, "ranpo- ngh-"

his moans get louder as he goes closer to reaching his peak. a while more after, you come with him closely following you in the motion. "well, sugar," his chest heaves up and down. "did you enjoy it?"

"m-mhm," you nod, unable to speak too much.

"well," he flips you around, now him on top of you as he puts the lollipop he was sucking in your mouth.

"let's begin round two."

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ nakahara chuuya

୨୧ not into gunplay, just because he's in the mafia, doesn't mean he has to be into gunplay right?

୨୧ is really soft with you once you warm up and stuff

୨୧ doesn't really have kinks

୨୧ had this one time he used his ability to pin you down

୨୧ active bottom? maybe. likes being in control more, though

୨୧ loves giving oral

scenario:

"doll, y/n, you're taking me so good, fuck-" chuuya groans in pleasure as your throat contracts and takes his length fully.

"ngh-" you couldn't really speak, considering...his dick was down your whole throat.

the red-head threw his head back as his eyes shut close, all while waves of pleasure overwhelmed his whole body and took over him.

your gaze went up, and observed chuuya. it was as if he had no more self-restraint at all. his gloved hand was tangled in your h/c hair, as he subconsciously massaged your scalp.

your groans met chuuya's sensitive ears and the sounds only turn him on more.

"sweetheart- ngh, fuck, s'good-" he felt some weird feeling gather at the bottom at his spine. was it his orgasm coming? perhaps. but in that moment, nothing mattered. in this world, you are his only pillar. you are his life. you are his everything.

one last moan and he came in your mouth, and less than a few seconds later, you also came. he pulled out as he watched his cum drip from his tip, and you swallowing the bodily fluid your hot session had produced.

"you were so good, doll." chuuya tenderly wiped a few beads of sweat off your forehead.

"i-" you swallowed your saliva, "it felt...good. maybe we should try again some other time, chuu."

"'s that so?" he smiled.

"we should end the night here. we're tired, after all."

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debonairprincesposts · 15 days

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If you have requests open I'd love to request a Lucifer x reader angst. When he finds out they're dating Charlie, he gets too protective and ends up scaring them away. After seeing how upset she gets when the reader breaks up with her because of him, he has to try and patch things up.

Thank you anon for this wonderful request! I thrive on angst. Ask and you shall receive! Mostly.

Anyway! Here is your Lucifer x reader angst.

Hope it’s to your liking-

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

It’s finally happening. Charlie was finally going to introduce her partner to her dad. She just hopes that he doesn’t hate (Name) as soon as he sees them.

“Calm down, Char! I’m sure it’ll go great- I mean, how bad could it be, right?” You tried to comfort Charlie. Not like you were any better. You were just as nervous, maybe even more. You were going to meet the king of hell for heaven’s sake!

“No- you’re right! There’s no way he won’t like you! You’re like- the nicest person I know! He’s bound to take a liking to you-,” Charlie says, pacing around the hotel lobby. Nobody was present at the moment, she told everyone that she was gonna have an important meeting with her dad and had Vaggie request that nobody be present in the lobby at that time.

Knock knock

He’s here! Already?! You just hope that everything goes well and he ends up liking you. Charlie would be pretty upset if he didn’t. You would too-

“Charlie! So good to see you again!”

Lucifer said as he basically crushed her in a bear hug with a grin.

“G-Good to see you too, dad!” Charlie wheezes out as she hugs him back.

He lets go as he walks into the lobby, “So what is this important thing you wanted to show me, Char Char?”

“Uhm- dad, I just wanted you to meet someone really important to me, so- Uhm,” She drags you over by the shoulders, “meet (Name)! My lover!” Says Charlie with a nervous smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir!” You extend your hand for a shake, Lucifer grabs your hand with narrowed eyes and a strained grin as his grip on your hand tightens to a painful degree. “Likewise.”

Awkward silence…

“Alright!” Says Charlie with a clap to clear the awkwardness, “Why don’t you two get to know each other while I go get us some drinks.”

You look at Charlie with a pleading look to not leave you alone with her dad, because you know for a fact you would’ve been dead ten times over from the way he’s glaring at you if looks could kill.

Charlie gives you an apologetic smile as she quickily makes her way to the bar in the lobby.

“So,” He suddenly says, startling you, you turn to look at him. The way he’s looking at you tells you he’s displeased that you’re in a relationship with Charlie , “What are your intentions with my daughter?” Distrust clear in his voice.

Sweat drips down your temple. You take a deep breath, “I love her, sir. I want to try my best to make her happy like she does with me.” You say with a shaky smile.

His eyes narrow even further than before, “I’m not buying it. You’re a sinner! The only reason you’d be down here is if you did some really terrible things. Why would a terrible person like you want to be with Charlie. What is your plan exactly? Are you trying to exploit her kindness? Steal her money? Her life?”

He’s basically glaring now.

Your eyes widen as you immediately go to deny all the things he said, “What? N-No! I would never- I love Charlie! I wouldn’t ever do anything like that!”

“Bullshit!” Venom drips from his voice, he’s actually really starting to scare you now. Charlie, where are you?? “I want you as far away from my daughter as possible. Do you understand?”

“But sir-,”

“I said- Do you understand?” His eyes flash red as his horns slightly peak from under his skin.

“O-okay-,” you say dejectedly as you try to keep your tears at bay.

“Wonderful!” He goes back to normal as if he didn’t just basically threaten you, grin wide and everything, “I’m sure you’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, right?” He says with a threatening grin. “And Charlie better not hear a thing about this, clear?”

“Crystal.” You say as you look away to hide your tears.

After Charlie comes back with the drinks, you excuse yourself to the restroom to wash your face.

Charlie shoots you a worried glance. You flash her a small smile as you pass her.

“You didn’t say anything mean, did you dad?” Charlie shoots her dad a suspicious look.

“Pfft- What? No- I would never!” He lied as he took a sip of his drink, “They’re just the sweetest person ever! Good find Charlie!”

Her eyes sparkle as she heard what he said, “Right? They’re so nice to me too. They make me breakfast in bed practically everyday! Oh- and help with managing the hotel when I’m not here too! And their massages are the best! I love them so much!” Charlie continues going off on a tangent about all the nice things you’ve done and such.

As Lucifer listens to her talk, he starts to feel a bit guilty about how he treated you earlier but erases that thought from his head. He needs to keep his little apple pie safe. No matter the cost.

(Name) never returned to the lobby after that. Lucifer decided to excuse himself deciding that it’s gotten late and that he needs to attend to his “kingly” duties tomorrow. Charlie goes to the bedroom to find (Name) already asleep. So she goes to bed too with a smile on her face. In her mind, her dad and her partner liked each other. That couldn’t be further from the truth.

The next morning, Lucifer gets a call from Charlie. She’s sobbing, barely getting her breaths out as she tells him that you broke up with her.

“Why would they break up with me!” She sobs, “Was it because of me? Because I did something?-,”

“No Charlie! Definitely not your fault. Maybe they left for a good reason?” He says unsure of himself.

Charlie pauses on her end, “Did you do something, dad?”

“O-Of course not, sweetie!-,”

“Dad, please!”

“…” Lucifer is at a loss. He didn’t know Charlie would be this devastated. “I’ll go find them and talk to them for you, okay apple pie?” He settles.

Charlie sniffles, “Really?”

“Really! They’ll be back with you in no time! Not a problem at all! So just- stop crying, okay? Please?” If he needs to go find that sinner his daughter likes then so be it.

“Okay,” Charlie says, “ But please- don’t say mean things to them okay?”

“Of course, sweetie,”

They both hang up.

Lucifer messed up bad. He didn’t mean to make Charlie that upset. He needs to find that sinner, and convince them to go back to Charlie. He just hopes he didn’t scare them too much the last time they both talked. He needs to fix this.

You moved back to the little apartment you had. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a roof over your head. As you head out to try find a new job, Lucifer pops outta nowhere making you take several steps back.

“Hey there! Mind having a talk with lil old me?” He says with an expecting grin.

You were scared for your life. You already did as he asked so why was he here?!

You shakily smile as you answer him, “Of course, sir.”

His grin widens as he opens a portal to a cafe of sorts. He leads you inside to a private booth. He motions at the seat infront of him, gesturing you to take a seat. He calls the waiter over, orders you both drinks then you settle in silence as the waiter leaves.

He clears his throat, startling the crap out of you. “So,” he says awkwardly, “How are you today?” He asks as he tries to start small talk.

“Fine,” You reply.

He winces at your dry response.

“So uhh- Charlie sounded pretty upset this morning when she called me,” He says as he fiddles with his fingers.

You were too scared to say anything really. You already knew Charlie was going to be upset, but it’s not like you had much choice in the matter.

He was gauging your reaction to his words. You seem to be just as upset as Charlie sounded on the phone with him earlier. You look like you are close to tears.

He sighed as he finally got his thoughts together, “I’m sorry.” He says looking at his lap, seeming completely ashamed of his actions.

Your head snapped up fast enough to give you whiplash from hearing him apologize. Apologize? He’s apologizing? To you?? The King of Hell is apologizing to a lowly sinner like you?!

“I shouldn’t have done what I had. I should’ve gotten to know you better before judging you immediately.” He finally looks up from his lap to look at you to find you sat then completely frozen with a shocked look on your face.

“You love her, don’t you?” He asks you with a hopeful expression. He smiles in relief when you nod with a soft ‘yes’. His smile softens when he sees how tense you are, you look like you’re ready to bolt at a moments notice. He grimaces on the inside. He shouldn’t have been that harsh. He judged you too early. “How about we try to get to know each other for a bit. You are going to be my child in law sooner or later, aren’t you?” He takes a sip of his drink with a grin.

Your eyes glisten with tears of relief. Lucifer panics a bit at the sight of your tears before you explain that it’s just tears of happiness. He calms down at your explanation. The fact that you’re crying tears of joy over knowing that you could still be with Charlie made Lucifer change his mind about you. You might just be what Charlie needs. He hopes that Charlie can forgive him for what he did.

Negative thoughts aside! He needs to get to know his daughter’s partner better! Properly this time.

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tsunami-of-tears · 3 months

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Taboo

Rhys x Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, pwp - seriously this is pure filth, light spanking, magic blindfold, fingering, anal play (butt plugs + lube used ~ let's not question where they came from)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧

You’d never get bored of your mate. How could you? After all, he was the most handsome High Lord.

But, after many years together, you wouldn’t shy away from the rare opportunity to try something new together.

A certain taboo desire had been plaguing your mind lately, it was relentlessly haunting your dreams at night.

You finally got the courage to talk about that desire, that want, with your mate - Rhys. When you uttered the words, he responded with a positively feline grin, “Oh Y/N darling, I thought you’d never ask.”

And so, you were stripped bare, lying stomach-down on your bed with your legs spread wide apart.

Rhysand, always one for theatrics, had you blinded with the use of his powers - heightening all your other senses. You could hear every moment he made as he padded around the room.

“Look at you.” Rhys drawls. You feel his warm hands caressing your ankle. “I truly am the luckiest male alive.” His hands slowly trace along the back of your calf, grazing up your thighs until they rest on the curve of your buttock. He rubs your skin softly, sending a wave of goosebumps up your spine. You shiver in anticipation. “You’re exquisite,” Rhys murmurs.

The warmth of his gentle touch is removed.

Smack.

You feel the sting of his palm making impact. You gasp in surprise and slight pleasure as you feel your skin heating up, all the blood rushing to the surface.

Rhys resumes his soothing strokes, easing the pain, before his palm finds its mark again on your other cheek.

Smack.

You press your face into the mattress, muffling your yelp.

“You’re so good for me,” Rhys says. You can’t help but moan as he once again caresses your skin tenderly. “Are you sure about this darling?” Rhys asks.

You lift your head off the bed to speak, “Yes, I want this.”

Rhys hums as his hands rove your backside. One hand lingers along your upper thigh while the other traces teasingly along your exposed slit.

Rhys dips a finger inside, discovering your growing wetness. He chuckles darkly, “Oh you’re almost ready my dear, this won’t take much at all.”

He inserts two digits all the way inside you, pumping a few times before curling them downwards, hitting that sweet spot and making your toes curl. You sink your teeth into the bedding as his fingers continue to work that spot, wringing pleasure from you. You claw at the sheets as a string of moans escapes your lips.

Smack.

His other hand once again drives home into your flesh as he continues to fuck you with his fingers. You writhe underneath his touch - total putty in his palms as he delivers you both pleasure and pain.

Rhys pounds relentlessly into your sweet spot. Very quickly, the darkness is replaced by stars as you find your release. Rhys growls as you ride out the waves of your high.

“Good girl,” he hums approvingly. “I think you're ready now.”

You feel his weight shifting behind you as you hear a bottle unscrewing and thick liquid being poured.

“Okay, I’ll start very slowly, let me know if it’s too much.”

You feel something cool and firm pressing against your back entrance. You gasp as it pushes into you slowly, your hole stretching around it.

“Yes, you’re doing so good, just a little bit more.”

You moan as you feel the fullness settling, and the movement stops, leaving a delicious pressure in its place.

“How’s that, darling?” Rhys asks you softly.

“It’s - really good,” you moan, losing yourself in the feeling.

Your stomach clenches as Rhys starts to move the plug at a steady pace, your hole stretching and relaxing.

“You took that so well, shall we try something bigger?”

“Mmmmm, yes Rhys.” He carefully removes the plug and you feel at a loss without the fullness.

You hear more liquid pouring and once again feel that cool pressure, stretching you a little bit more than before. You moan again as the larger plug fits into place with little resistance.

“How does that one feel?” Rhys asks.

“Ohhh gods, that's so good,” you gasp, struggling to speak.

“It's about as wide as me darling, do you want to try that tonight?”

“Yes Rhys, oh, please, I need more.”

“Okay, we’ll go slowly.” Rhys removes the second plug and your hole clenches around nothing. You hear more liquid pouring, this time followed by something warm pressing against your rear entrance.

“Relax darling, you’re doing so good.” Rhys pushes inside you and you feel yourself stretching around him. He lets out a low growl as he bottoms out. “Are you okay, dear? Can we keep going?” He asks gently.

“Please, fuck me, Rhys.”

He obliges, thrusting in and out, slowly at first so you get used to the depth before he picks up the pace.

Skin slaps as he slams into you. Rhys grunts softly with each thrust, you continue to moan into the mattress, loving the full feeling of his cock inside your ass.

Panting, Rhys grips your hips, chasing his release. He hits that peak, moaning loudly as he comes undone inside you. His thrusting slows, he breathes unevenly as he comes down from his high.

Rhys pulls out, and lies beside you, pulling you into his chest to spoon you. He removes his dark magic slowly, so as not to shock you. As your vision returns, you see his beautifully content face smiling as you.

“I thought that we’d have more resistance there,” He chuckles, pulling you tight against his chest and placing a tender kiss on the top of your head.

You hide your face against him, not sure how to feel about it being so - easy.

“Don’t be embarrassed darling, I’m actually very impressed with you.” Rhys grabs your hand, pulling it to his lips and giving it a kiss. “You’re incredible, my love.”

You sigh as you settle into your mate, feeling at ease.

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fic #rhys acotar #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys smut #rhysand #rhysand smut #acotar smut #acomaf

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life-at-hogwarts · 11 months

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Crucio (Ominis x GN! reader) HURT/COMFORT

Pairing: Ominis x reader

Warnings: whump, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, alcohol

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: When you get trapped in Salazar Slytherin’s room of torture, Ominis is forced to relive past trauma. Not being able to bear hearing the sound of your screams he insists on taking your place.

Authors note: This is the first fic I actually finished, hope you enjoy it. Might be a one shot, but I’m thinking about continuing the story.

Finally, Ominis turned around to face you. His expression softened, his mask melting away, revealing the hurricane of emotions he was struggling to hold back.

“Please let me do it. I’d rather take the pain that hear you scream. Believe me, you’ll never forget these kinds of screams. I can’t take hearing you suffer. Please, „ he pleaded. It was an impossible choice, but when you looked at him you knew what to do.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure. Not my first time, remember?”

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“This is where she died. This is where we’ll die! I shouldn’t have listened to either of you!” Ominis cried out, his voice unusually shrill. While you were searching for comforting things to say, Sebastian, who had been studying the door finally broke his silence. “I’m sorry about your aunt, Ominis. But I know how to get us out of here. It’s going to be difficult,” he murmured absentmindedly. Unlike his friend, the tall brunette did not seem to be bothered by the situation at all, which could only mean he had already come up with a plan.

“What do you mean you know how to get us out of here?” you asked.

“Look around. Tortured faces on the door and ‘Crucio’ etched into the stone. My guess is if we cast the Cruciatus curse the door will open. That’s why Noctua died - she had no one to cast the curse on. Ominis has the most experience with this. He should cast it. You seem to be in Ominis’ favor. Will you ask him about this?”

Knowing how insensitive Sebastian could be, you agreed and carefully approached Ominis, who was still anxiously pacing on the other side of the room. Before you could say anything, he blurted out, “I overheard you and Sebastian, and I won’t do it. The Cruciatus curse is pure torture - I would know.”

“Sebastian told me a little of what happened when you were young. It sounded as if you had no choice,” you replied, hoping he wouldn’t mind his friend sharing this with you. You still vividly remembered how badly he reacted to finding out you knew about the Undercroft. To your surprise, this time he didn’t even mention it. If anything, he seemed glad that he didn’t have to explain it to you himself.

“One always has a choice. I’m as guilty as the worst of my family. Unforgivable curses won’t work unless you really mean them. I had to want to cause pain and for that I shall never forgive myself. That spell is the reason I have no family left,” he exclaimed frantically.

“You’re not a bad person, Ominis. I know you. You are good. What happened was not your fault, do you hear me? You have to forgive yourself.”

Ominis misty grey eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t make me do it. I can’t. I won’t,” he whimpered and covered his ears with his hands, as if to block out a noise only he could hear. “I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.”

Shocked by his reaction you immediately started apologizing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t even have asked. We will figure out another way, I promise,” you assured him, softly placing your hand on his arm. Seeing him this upset rattled you, and you wanted nothing more than give him a hug, but he pulled away and sat down on the floor, cradling his head and rocking back and forth. Unsure what to do you looked at Sebastian for help. He gestured with his head to come to him. You felt awful leaving Ominis like this but obeyed his bidding.

“I’m guessing that’s a ‘no’ from Ominis. It’s up to us then. I can teach you Crucio or I can cast it on you.”

“You know how to cast Crucio? Why did you have me ask Ominis in the first place? You know how badly that spell messed him up!” you snapped at him, pointing at his friend who clearly was not doing well.

“I’m not sure I do. But I think I can cast it if I have to. It sure is a better option than dying in here,” Sebastian replied calmly. His composure was truly remarkable, and you were glad that at least one of you was keeping a cool head. Now it was your turn to do your part. You had already made the decision.

“Alright. But you must cast it. I could never bring myself to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

Sebastian nodded and you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to brace yourself for what was coming next. When you opened them again the two of you exchanged a solemn look, and he pulled out his wand. Before he could open his mouth, Ominis had crossed the room, moving with the stealth and swiftness of a cat and grabbed Sebastian’s arm, forcing him to lower his wand.

“Cast it on me,” he demanded, his face an impenetrable mask.

“Ominis, no. He’ll cast it on me,” you protested but the blonde ignored you, standing his ground.

“Didn’t know you’re all so eager to be tortured,” Sebastian remarked dryly.

Finally, Ominis turned around to face you. His expression softened, his mask melting away, revealing the hurricane of emotions he was struggling to hold back. “Please let me do it. I’d rather take the pain that hear you scream. Believe me, you’ll never forget these kinds of screams. I can’t take hearing you suffer. Please, „ he pleaded. It was an impossible choice, but when you looked at him you knew what to do.

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure. Not my first time, remember?”

You recalled what Sebastian had told you earlier regarding Ominis’ experience with the curse. The thought of his family torturing him as a child, made your blood boil with anger, and now he had to go through it again. Everything inside of you was screaming to take his place but you knew how stubborn he could be. You opened your mouth, ready to argue, but closed it again when you caught Sebastian quietly shaking his head to signal you that you should leave it alone. This way Ominis at least had some control over the situation. The tall brunette took the lead, by pointing his wand and preparing himself to cast the spell.

“Ready?” he asked, looking at Ominis grimly.

“I’m ready.”

Sebastian took a deep breath and his eyes darkened.

“Crucio.”

The second the spell hit him, Ominis groaned and doubled over in pain, his body twitching involuntarily as the curse shot through him in a bolt of cackling red light. The door seemed to feed off his pain, absorbing every single drop of it. You watched with tears in your eyes as he fell to his knees screaming out in agony. Ominis had been right. This was awful. The sounds he made vibrated through your entire body, making the hair on your neck stand up in terror. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop it, Sebastian.” you screamed hysterically, your voice breaking but he shook his head again. The door was not open yet. Not knowing what to do you threw yourself on the floor next to Ominis and took his hand, hoping it would give him some sort of comfort. His screaming had died down to a mere whimpering, which for some reason was even worse. You fought the urge to hold your ears to block out the awful sounds coming from the boy on the ground and held his hand even tighter. At last, the door started to melt away, giving way to the room behind it and Sebastian stopped the spell.

Ominis was on his side, his misty eyes staring into nothingness. “Ominis?” you asked carefully but he didn’t react. Sebastian joined you and kneeled next to his other side, checking on his friend. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?” When this too was met with silence you exchanged a worried look with Sebastian. You had both heard the horror stories of people being driven mad by the curse. “Ominis. Say something.” After another 30 seconds that felt like an eternity, he opened his mouth and whispered, “I’m fine.” Slowly, he sat up and a small sob escaped your lips. He was a mess. His face was wet with tears, his hair disheveled and robes covered in dirt. “Don’t scare us like that,” Sebastian grumbled and roughly patted his friend’s shoulder, before getting up and glancing through the doorway. “You have to see this! We made it. We found Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium.”

Still in shock, you watched Sebastian disappear into the other room, leaving you alone with Ominis. For a moment, you sat in silence, both trying to process what just happened. “Are you really alright?” you asked, even though you could already guess the answer. He most definitely did not look okay. In fact, you had never seen him in such a state before. He was there but not really present. The confident, sassy Slytherin you had gotten to know and love was gone, his body an empty shell. It was like he was trapped in his own dimension of hell, having to relive the torture he went through as a child. He flinched when your question brought him back to reality, then slowly turned his head to face you, “Not really. You?” “Not really.”

You fell into each other’s arms, desperately holding on to each other, trying to find comfort in the warmth of the embrace. You felt his body relax against yours and leaned into him, even more. A stifled sob escaped his mouth, and he buried his head in your shoulder. Following his example, you let your tears flow freely. The sound of his screams still rang in your ears. The sheer agony in his voice was the worst thing you’ve ever heard, and you couldn’t stop replaying it in your head. You needed him as much as he needed you. His arms wrapped around you, holding on to you as if you were the only thing keeping him from drowning.

You let your fingers run through his hair and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo. Your touch seemed to have a calming effect on him, his breathing slowed down and his grip on you weakened. “You’re okay,” you murmured over and over again, like a mantra, unsure if you were saying this to soothe him or yourself. Slowly, the chaos in your head started to ebb down. It was impossible to tell if you stayed like this for minutes or hours but neither of you was ready to let go. Finally, Ominis tightened his grip on you once more before breaking away.

For a moment you looked at each other in awkward silence, both unsure what to say after the intimate moment you had just shared. “Ominis…” you started but he interrupted you. “I don’t want to talk about it. For now, let’s focus on getting out of here.”

With one swift movement he got up and elegantly offered you his hand. A gentleman as always. Glad, that he seemed to be back to his old self again, you let him help you up. After dusting himself off, he took the lead and walked towards the entrance of the scriptorium, with you following close behind. All of a sudden, your gaze fell on the pile of bones in the corner, and you froze. “What’s wrong?” Ominis asked, his voice full of concern. “Your aunt. Her…remains are right behind you.” “Oh.” You guided his hand towards the spot so that he could see it with his wand, watching his face closely for his reaction but he remained expressionless. Then he quietly asked, “Would you mind giving me a minute alone?” It broke your heart how much pain he had to endure in one single night, and you squeezed his arm reassuringly before stepping through the doorway.

When you entered the scriptorium, you were greeted by Sebastian, who seemed to be completely oblivious to what just happened. “What is taking you guys so long? Come take a look at what I found. Slytherin’s spell book. I have only browsed but it looks promising. I think this could be the key to curing Anne.” His eyes sparkled with excitement when he showed you the old dusty tome with Slytherin’s initials on the front.

“That’s great news Sebastian,” you replied, forcing yourself to give him a smile. Of course, you were happy that there was new hope for curing Anne, but the price for this book had been high and Ominis was the one who had had to pay it. Sebastian didn’t notice and enthusiastically continued talking while he showed you around the scriptorium.

“This room is amazing. I could spend hours and hours rummaging through all of these books.”

“Yeah.”

“What’s with the sour face? Ominis is fine, isn’t he?” he grumpily asked, as he turned around to look for his friend, who was nowhere to be seen.

“No. And neither am I. I want to leave. You got what you came here for.” It wasn’t your way to be so cross with him, but you were still on edge and desperately wanted to get away from this place, that was practically vibrating with dark magic.

Sebastian looked at you with a mixture of confusion and defiance. “You can’t be serious? There is still so much to explore.” You let out a deep sigh and prepared to argue, when Ominis appeared at the foot of the stairs, joining in on the conversation. “I agree. Let’s get out of here.” His voice was calm and authoritative, leaving no room for debate. In one hand, he held his wand, the other was clutching a gigantic vase. You furrowed your brows in confusion before you realized what he had been doing while you and Sebastian had been talking. “Is that…?”

“I am going to take her with me. Give her a proper burial.”

Finally, understanding dawned in Sebastian’s face and he gave in, waiting for you to take the vase from Ominis before gesturing to follow him. The exit was hidden in an eerie looking statue of Salazar Slytherin’s face with a snake coming out of its mouth. Sebastian stepped forward and tapped the snake’s head with his wand, causing the statue to rotate and reveal a platform of sorts. “After you.” A few minutes later, when all of you were back in the Slytherin dungeon, Sebastian spoke up. “About your aunt Ominis -”

“Please, Sebastian. All I want is for you to swear never to engage in anything to do with dark magic ever again. You almost got us all killed tonight, with your stupid obsession with the scriptorium.”

“We are so close to curing Anne. I found Slytherin’s spell book in the scriptorium, and I think I saw something that could be useful….”

Ominis face crumpled with pain and disappointment. His best friend truly did not care about anything other than his search for a cure. He turned away from Sebastian, who was still rambling on about some spell he had found. When he noticed that Ominis wasn’t listening he snapped at him, “Why are you not happy for me? I thought you cared about my sister.”

After a long, tiring night, you’d had enough of his selfish behavior and stepped in.

„I know how important finding a cure for Anne is to you, but right now this is about Ominis. We put him through hell tonight, do you understand that? He has every right to be angry at you. You keep putting yourself before everyone else and completely ignore the wreckage you leave in your path.”

Sebastian glared at you, ready to retaliate. “Why isn’t he angry at you then? After all, you convinced him to go in there.”

“I’m sure he is, and he is right to be. Tonight was a mistake. Now take this and find a place to hide it for tonight. It’s the least you can do. Tomorrow we will decide what to do with it. I’m taking Ominis home.” You handed him the vase with Noctua’s remains and held his angry gaze.

“He can find his own way back to the dorms you know. He’s not helpless.”

“Of course he can. I just don’t want him to be alone right now.”

With that you turned around and demonstratively took Ominis hand, interlocking your fingers with his. “Let’s go.” You felt his surprise, but he went along with it and didn’t pull away. Usually, he hated it when people tried to help him in any sort of way, and you almost expected him to snap at you but tonight he was tame as a kitten, letting you lead him down the corridor, away from a fuming Sebastian. He too seemed to be too tired to argue. The sound of your steps echoed through the empty corridors as you walked in silence. When you stopped in front of the entrance of the Slytherin dorms, you waited for him to take charge and decide whether or not he wanted to invite you into their common room. He didn’t let go of your hand when he spoke the password and the gigantic snake revealed the door. After a few seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward, gently pulling you with him and you followed.

You had been here quite a few times with Sebastian, still the elegance and grandeur of the Slytherin common room never ceased to amaze you. The room was filled with eerie greenish light leaking from the windows showing the depths of the black lake. The only sound was the gentle cackle of wood being devoured by the flames. You followed Ominis, or rather let him guide you, to a sofa right in front of the big windows that faced the water. Only then did he let go of your hand and slumped into the soft pillows. You awkwardly waited a few moments before sitting down yourself. Ominis rubbed his face and sighed wearily, “I don’t need you to stand up for me.”

“I know. I just wanted to make it clear to him how wrong his behavior was tonight. I’m so sorry I dragged you into this. I should have never asked you to show us the entrance. This is my fault.”

“I appreciate that. I have already forgiven you. Everybody makes mistakes.”

You raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that Ominis was usually not one to hold back his anger when someone screwed up. His tongue was as sharp as his wits and not something to be messed with, as you knew from firsthand experience. Tonight, he was oddly calm, it was almost unsettling.

“Yeah, but mine almost got us killed.”

“You know me. I’m a thrill seeker,” he replied dryly, making you snort with laughter. Amused by this, Ominis too started giggling and you laughed even harder. It probably was the adrenaline, but you could not stop laughing, both of you cackling hysterically like maniacs. It took you some time to calm down, but the laughter had helped dissolve some of the stress and you felt a little better.

“Glad you have your sense of humor back. Seriously though, are you going to be okay?” you asked solemnly.

“Don’t worry about me.”

“Of course I worry about you, silly. You have been through a lot tonight.”

“Please don’t. I can’t…I can’t talk about it,” he whispered, and his entire body stiffened. Trying to hide how much this affected him he dug his nails into the palms of his trembling hands and avoided your gaze.

“That’s alright. Just know, if you do need to talk, I’m here for you,” you replied softly and placed a hand on his outstretched leg. By now you understood that physical touch had a calming effect on him. It was odd, since he was a very withdrawn person, not like Sebastian, who was rather touchy and comfortable with physical proximity. Ominis was a proper gentleman, always keeping his distance, never intruding your personal space. Yet tonight he really seemed to need the intimacy of human touch.

“There should be some firewhiskey in the globe behind us, would you mind getting it?”

“Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“I’m inviting you to join me for a nightcap.”

“Well, if you put it like that, how could I resist?” you chuckled and got up.

As promised, when you opened the globe, you found an almost full bottle of firewhiskey. You waved the bottle in the air letting the liquid slosh loudly against the glass, to let him know about your find and returned to the sofa, but it was empty. Ominis had made himself comfortable on the floor in front of it, resting his arms on the seat. Following his example, you sat down next to him on the soft carpet and handed him the bottle. He took a deep swig of the bronze liquid and passed it on to you. You took a small sip and coughed, quickly handing it back to Ominis. After another few sips he broke the silence.

“Why are you so kind to me?”

“Because I care about you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.”

Too tired to talk, you reached for his hand, and he took it. The way his fingers wrapped around yours ever so gently felt like the most natural thing in the world and you felt the urge to never let go of his hand again. For a while you sat in silence, quietly passing the whiskey back and forth, then Ominis spoke up again.

“You know why I like to sit here so much?” He paused for a moment to look at you, waiting for you to meet his gaze. For a moment you got lost in the reflection of the lake in his milky grey eyes. “Because I like the way, the water breaks the light. I can see light and shadow, you know? When I watch the lake, the light is dancing.”

“That sounds beautiful. Tell me about it.”

“It dances with the rhythm of the waves. It’s so soothing it’s like listening to a lullaby. Sometimes, when it’s stormy it gets really fast and erratic, it’s like I can see the thunderstorm.”

Slowly but surely the alcohol was taking effect and he was struggling to stay awake. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “Can we just sit here and watch them for a while?" already starting to slur his words a little.

“Ominis?”

“Mhm?”

“Never scare me like that again.”

Instead of answering he nestled his face into your neck and sighed. You rested your head on his and listened to his breathing slow down as he started to fall asleep, still not letting go of your hand. You smiled at his cute little snores before you too drifted off to sleep.

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lovelywritinglady · 5 months

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This is my first request, I want to see how Tengen and his wives react to one of the wives (y/n) has been taking more naps then usual and hasn’t been walking around as much.

When they go to the hospital about it, they find out that it’s because the chronic pain (description: pain that last longer then three months no matter what medication they take) as well then having not much stamina.

Sorry if this is too complicated, I just been having a lot of trouble even getting out of bed without a walking stick. IM NOT EVEN FORTY

thank you

I shall do my best!! Thank you for requesting!

We’ll Take Care Of You

Tengen Uzui x fem!reader x wives

Fluff, mentions of polygamy, reader has a condition, slight angst.

Tengen Pov

Coming back from a month long mission was one of the best things to me. The look on my wives' faces when they see me again reminds me of all of the love I'm given. Currently I am a few steps from reaching my home when I hear my lovely wife, Suma, call that I am home. I smile at her excitment and quicken my pace as to not keep her and the others waiting too much longer.

Stepping into my rather large estate, I'm immedietly greeted with three bone crushing hugs and whines of worry. If I wasn't already sore from my fight earlier, then I'm definately sore now. Immedietly I wrap my large arms around their figures, but just as soon as my excitment comes, it is replaced with worry.

"Where is Y/n?" I ask my beautiful wives who are still wrapped around me.

"Oh, Lord Tengen, she is in bed. She hasn't been feeling too good for a while." Suma responed with a look of worry on her face now too.

"Is she sick and have you called a doctor?" I asked breaking a hug and looking to Makio and Hina for answers as well.

"We have and she has no sickness, she's just been in some pain and that has been causing her to be in bed a lot." Makio tells me.

"I'm going to go see her alone if that's okay with you three?" I tell them making my way to go see my Y/N.

"Of course, Lord Tengen, I'll make us some food in the meantime." Hina tells me as I'm walking to Y/n's room.

Slowly I opened the sliding door of her room only to be met with a lovely sleeping figure buried underneath blankets looking very comfortable. I slightly chuckled at the sight, but remembered that she has been sleeping an abnormal amount. Crouching down I wiped some loose strands of hair that fell on her somewhat peaceful face; thanking God that I get to witness the beautiful sight before me. Y/n then opened her eyes slightly giving me a smile.

"Lord Tengen, you're back!" She said quietly but the excitment in her voice was heard.

"Yes, and I hear that you have been sleeping a lot. My love, what is going on? Are you hurt in anyway?" I asked her as I laid down on the bed facing her and wrapping my right arm around her.

"I'm not so sure, my body aches all the time and I'm so sleepy. I'm sorry to have worried you Lord Tengen." Y/n says with tears prickling her eyes. Smiling at her I gently wipe the tears from her face and then carefully placing gentle kisses on her nose, forehead, cheeks, and finally a loving kiss on her soft lips. When I pulled away from her, she looked content and relaxed.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. How about I take you to the hospital tomorrow so we can see what is hurtung my baby, hmm." I tell her as she nuzzles into my chest.

"Thank you, Lord Tengen." she says in a cute whisper.

"Of course, now I think you should try to eat something. Plus Hina is cooking and we both know how healing her cooking is." I joke

"Yeah, she's been making me food recently and Makio and Suma have been making me feel comfortable and have been taking care of me too. I'm so thankful to have them here." she tells me and I can tell that she's blushing from that thought.

"We all love and what to take care of you and won't rest until you're better." I reassured her as we both got up from the bed. Her legs were wobbly so I offered her a piggy back ride which she gladly accepted. "Now come on, lets get you fed." I told her as I began walking to the kitchen.

"I love you, Lord Tengen." She hummed

"I love you too" I responed flashing her a wink.

"Hey, what about me?" Suma whines from the kitchen.

"Yeah, you love me too right, Lord Tengen?" Makio chimes in with a fierce blush across her face. "Yeah, Yeah I love you guys too." I told them

The Next Day...

Y/n and I left to the doctors as soon as the sun peaked through the clouds. She wasn't feeling her best so I decided to hold her on my back. My sweet wife was so sleepy and I could tell that her eyes were heavy as she did her best to keep her head upright.

"Y/n, if you need to sleep that's okay. We'll be at the doctors in about 20 minutes if you'd like to sleep until then." I spoke sweetly to her.

"Okay, I am pretty tired." She whispered as she placed her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes. Soon enough she was sound asleep.

"Heh, such a cute girl." I smiled making sure I treaded lightly as to not awake my sleepy wife.

About 20 minutes later, we arrived. My sweet Y/n was still asleep on my shoulder and I reluctantly woke her up and as I did she slowly open her beautiful eyes and let out such a small yawn. I slightly blushed at her cuteness and reached to give her a small kiss on her cheek. She smiled at me and then made her way off my back and immedietly put her hand in mine. I could tell she was nervous and she took a deep breath and practically pulled me into the doctors home. She walked up and introuduced herself and stated that she had an appointmemt. I was astonished by her strength and admired her flashiness. After a few minutes, the doctor came out and called out my wife's name.

"Uzui Y/n, Uzui Y/n? A small older woman asked scanning the room.

"Yes, that's me." Y/n said as she walked over to the doctor.

"Love, do you need me to go with you?" I aksed hopeful that she'd let me.

"No honey, i think I'd like to do this alone if that's alright." She told me as she reached up and gave me a quick kiss on my left cheek before following the doctor.

"See you soon." I whispered as I made my way to the front anxious as to what was going on with my love.

A little while later...

I was impatient awaiting the news of my sweet wife and what's been going on with her. There were a few times that I almost barged in and demanded to speak with the doctor myself, but I stopped myself out of fear of disappointing Y/n and my other wives. Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself once again only to hear footsteps and the sound of a door opening. There stood my wife with a strange expression on her face and the old lady doctor holding her arm. She immediately looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. I gave her one in return and just nearly ran towards her.

"So is she alright doc?" I asked embracing my wife.

"She's not dying if that's what you're concerned with. She has chronic pain and that's the reason that your lovely wife here hasn't be herself lately." the doctor explained

"Is there anything that we can do to cure it?" I asked worried for my wife.

"Yes, whatever you've been giving her as decreased her pain a little but it won't cure it. However, I have perscribed a special herbal tea and an ointment to put on any specific areas of pain. In a few months to a year your wife should be relitivly normal." She told me and then turned her attention to Y/n and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Lord Tengen, I think I'm going to be fine so please don't worry too much." Y/n spoke almost as if she knew that I was about to complain about how long her recovery would take.

"Alright, love, I trust you." I told her as I gently caressed her lovely face.

"Thank you for everything." Y/n said as she gave the doctor a small bow of gratitude.

"Anytime dear, and if those remedies don't work please feel free to come back so we can try something else out." the doctor spoke. She then gave us the tea and ointment meant for Y/n and the two of us were on our way home.

"Want to ride on my back again or are you feeling well enough to walk?" I asked my wife

"The doctor gave me a cup of that tea and it made me feel well enough to walk myself, so I'm gonna try to do that as long as I can." She told me which made me admire her strength.

"You're so flashy you know that." I complimented her

"You tell me that all the time, but thank you Lord Tengen." she giggled

About more than halfway to our home her pain got too much for her to bear. So I quickly put her on my back as we walked the rest of the way back to our home and back to our worried wives. As soon as we walked through the door and put Y/n down, Suma, Makio, and Hina all flocked to Y/n. She explained what was wring and the remedies to cure her pain.

"Oh Y/n I'm so glad that we know what will help you now and we promise to take care of you." Hina reassured

"Of course we will!" Makio and Suma spoke simultaneously

"Yeah, don't worry Y/n we'll take good care of you." I spoke to her as she gave me that sweet smile that I just adore so much.

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elvestoneanzelote1 · 5 months

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Good morning/evening/night

I want to request zhongli/albedo!reader unintentionally doing something suggestive and not realising it, like maybe he just stretching while making a bit noise but the yandere think otherwise or reader is playing biliard and he bend down but ended grabbing the attention of the yandere OR one the one the port mafia member passed reader office but hear reader making certain noise and burst the door but it was just reader getting massage

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘈𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵... 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵... 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘰... 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵.

𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵!

𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘵... 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵

𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

Since y/n naturally stays confined to his office more likely to spend a lot of his time there.

Mori was the one who suggested playing billiards though some agreed because Mori was after all the boss except y/n.

You were firmed on your standing on not opening your own office doors.

"Come on, Y/n-kun~! It is a one-time opportunity to get out of your office and enjoy"

"I'm fine with how I am stating, Please leave my door your voice is disturbing my listening to music day" You simply replied as Mori pouted and started to pace around the door.

Then he stopped and let out a sighed.

"All the executives will be there to play! And it is just downstairs!"

"I find no enjoyment in playing such games"

"Come on Y/n-kun! Just one game or you can just watch them play! What say? Company us won't you?"

"The fact that staying with you for even mere minutes can take away my life span"

"Now now, Y/n-kun~ don't say that, as your boss won't you obey my order?"

"Since when does an enjoyment time turn to your order?"

"Well... Others it's their wish but you are the exception"

"Oh, please your exception is the reason why I cannot tolerate been with you, leave"

"Mo~! Don't you want to enjoy and play? A break is nice you know!"

"No"

"Take a break y/n-kun! You work a lot!"

"I already ask for a vacation for a week yet you reject it"

"Well... A break is small but vacation is long so no, Y/n-kun you are indeed needed in Port Mafia you know"

"I have no more time to spent"

"..."

Mori side glance at Kouyou who let out a sighed.

"Y/n aren't you been harsh on Ougai-dono?"

"Do you think I care? Not sh*t"

"Y/n if you don't come out of your office I shall not make tea nor coffee for you for few days"

"..."

"And no more cakes for you either"

"..."

The door opens as you peek out from the door with a slight frown.

"You surely know how to threaten me"

"Of course! We are partners after all!" Says Kouyou who smile as Mori let out a sighed.

'Why doesn't y/n-kun obey me like Kouyou-kun, talk about favoritism'

All you wanted was to drink tea and be in peace in your office while hearing rock music.

But today it wasn't a choice for you as you watch Them play.

"Here" Kouyou handed you the stick as you stare at it.

"What?"

"You can't just confine in staying in the corner, You already had a coffee"

"..." You let out a sigh of disapprove .

Chuuya curiously side-glances at Kouyou and then at you who approach the board.

To be honest they were curious about how you play as you bend to shoot.

Avoiding the eyes more likely some of them were slightly flustered while some were... Normal.

"Y/n-kun have a nice ass don't you think? Elise-chan?" Said Mori teasingly as they both stayed on the side alone. While taking notice of Chuuya's flustered face when you lean into the table.

Elise did not bother to warn Mori.

As the ball hit the side table and flew out you just tilted your head to the side letting the pinball hit Mori on the nose.

"Ouch! Ouch!" He groaned in pain as you just passed the stick to someone close to you.

As Kouyou control herself from laughing.

The others try to help Mori who hold his nose.

"Who told you to blabber? You should have concentrated on the game Rintarou" said Elise with a cheeky smile as Mori pouted and pointed his finger at you.

"Why would you aim at me for?"

"I have no idea what this game was, Ask Kouyou she knows how bad I am at games" you simply said and took a seat on the stool Mori muttered something under his breath with Elise healing him.

To say the least, the match ended with you leaving half of the game.

But to be honest they do agree with Mori someway.

But they are glad that they don't speak out like Mori.

What goes on with his mind to blabber it out?

A:n- that's all good day/night to all!

Sorry if nothing suggestive is written as I am not good with it so...

And yeah there aren't the theme of Yandere but I do hope you enjoy it?

#yandere bsd #yandere bsd x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #yandere x male reader #yandere bsd x male reader #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs kouyou #bsd kouyou #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd mori #bungou stray dogs mori #ougai mori #chuuya nakahara #ozaki kouyou

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sinner-sunflower · 2 months

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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 11/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

I'm sorry if this feels a bit fast-paced but I am not writing 1 month's worth of Luci's journey on Earth alksjdlas

Everything is tying up very nicely.

The ending is already being written and this chapter has a lot of clues on what will happen next.

To any ARTISTS or WRITERS who want to make something based on this AU, you have my full permission! All I ask is I want to read/see it!

Your reblogs, likes, and comments are much appreciated.

And feel free to chat with me if you have any theories or AUs or this AU of your own!

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The thing about being immortal and whose existence started since the beginning of well- everything- is that it is literally just a concept.

Centuries feel like minutes. Days into seconds. Seconds into basically nothing.

Hell, the only reason why Lucifer knew 7 years had passed since Lilith left was because he was counting. He wanted to be reminded of the pain of losing the first person he ever loved.

Call him a bad father but he genuinely doesn't know how long since he has seen Charlie.

He knows it's been a while but he didn't realize just how much longer it was. He missed out on so many years of his daughter's life because he couldn't stop being fucking sad.

Charlie probably has something to say about that mentality but he can't help it.

So when Lucifer takes a whole month of scouring Earth before he finds what he's looking for, he curses himself.

Didn't he just arrive on Earth a few hours ago? Now that he thinks about it, following that wild duck chase (it's goose, dear) should've been a dead giveaway that he was taking too long.

He should've known seeing the sun and moon appearing at that many intervals meant days were flying by.

It's not entirely his fault. Pride's days and nights are basically the same- plus it's not like he needs sleep. It was bound to fuck up his body clock.

Judging by how there are no effects in the human world yet, they're still probably keeping the Roo situation at bay. He's grateful for his siblings but it only makes him move more urgently.

Lucifer arrives at a grassy field on a hill in the middle of nowhere.

It was warm, but the wind is making sure the skin doesn't burn by the sun's rays. He looks around and spots a woman-like figure under the shade of the line tree- her short hair dancing with the wind.

Lucifer walks loudly to her but she doesn't acknowledge his presence. Only when he is standing in her line of sight does she react.

Unknown: Hello, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Goodie.

The Good of Humanity. The being he unintentionally corrupted by his actions.

Goodie: To what do I owe the pleasure.

Lucifer: I need your help. It's about your sister.

Goodie: Hmm? Well then. Come sit. It appears we have a lot to talk about ~

Lucifer sits and takes a deep breath.

Lucifer: Roo- Roo is breaking out. It's only a matter of time before she fully escapes and we are not strong enough to seal her back up again with her stronger state. Hell will-

Goodie stops his rambling by placing a hand on his.

Goodie: Calm now, angel.

Lucifer:… sorry.

Goodie: You say my sister is coming back?

Lucifer: Yes. She's eating her way out of hell and if we don't stop her soon, my people- my family are going to die. I am never above begging so please- help us.

There was a pregnant pause before Goodie spoke up again.

Goodie: I do not have the power you are looking for.

Lucifer: But..

Goodie: But! I never said I would not help.

Lucifer: you'll help Hell?

Goodie: I am the embodiment of good. I can see how much of it someone has inside their heart and right now… your heart is as full as it is pure.

Lucifer: Then how can we-

Goodie: I can lend you something that shall be enough to contain her. But for this to work, I need one thing.

Lucifer: What is it?

Goodie finally meets his eyes. He felt like he was looking at everything he destroyed- the failed project that is humanity.

Goodie: You.

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What to look forward to in Part 12:

Luci comes back to hell with Goodie in tow.

Some conflicts started by the overlords

The Lucifer finally gets involve in the ritual

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69dias · 2 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/69dias/740363874695544832/phone-sex-dialogue-with-ruben-where-he-cant-stop

More of this please oh god🥵

ask and you shall receive! smut under the cut; phone sex w ruben

you hear the faint rustling of the sheets on the other end of the line, along with the sound of ruben humming softly. he’s singing along to some tune in his head, faint and not quite intelligible over the low rumble of the air conditioning in his hotel.

“how was your day, baby?” you can tell he’s exhausted, it’s in the slight strain in his voice and the way he groans a bit at the end of the question when he presumably readjusts himself to alleviate the pain in his sore muscles.

the low groans of discomfort only continue as you try to piece together your answer, only halfheartedly recounting your uneventful day, more focused on how sinful he sounds when his guard is down. he’s a bit tired, a bit out of it, and clearly doesn’t care that he’s moaning down the line — in the nicest way possible, he likely doesn’t even care that much about your day, which only works in your favor as your nimble fingers slide down to the waistband of your panties.

you try to keep your actions as discreet as possible, stroking your clit over your panties as you think of how ruben must look like right now. he likes to sleep shirtless, often with just a pair of boxers on when he’s away, and the thought of his taut muscles rippling with his attempts to get comfortable in bed has your fingers speeding up.

at first, it’s just that, two fingers rubbing over your clothed clit until your hips grind down onto nothing, but the muffled gasps have ruben curious:

“whatcha up to now, hm? I can hear something going on over at your end.”

your face flushes in embarrassment, which doesn’t help your case at all, feeling your panties get wetter at the thought of him possibly chiding you for touching yourself to nothing but the sound of his pained voice.

you hum to yourself, let out a small laugh and place a small slap over your cunt, like you imagine he would do as punishment. it makes you yelp a bit, but you keep your cool.

“nothing much, just trying to get into a good position. I miss you, rubes.”

he cooes, a sweet little sound that has you pulling your panties up tight, using the friction to grind down onto. this time, you can’t hold back your moan — even biting your lips doesn’t help, and when ruben chuckles down the line, you know he knows.

“finding a position to make yourself feel good, hm?”

another giggle escapes you, hearing the way he’s shuffling around in his own bed, probably to also get himself going like you are.

“maybe im thinking of how good you’d make me feel.”

“shit, yeah? thinking of me?”

you nod, and then tell him he’s right after you quickly realize that he can’t see you at all.

“‘m always thinking of you, h-ah-“ you slide your fingers into your panties with that, making contact with your sloppy cunt. he curses, something in Portuguese that you can’t quite make out.

“playing with that pretty cunt without me, hm?” you can hear the tension in his voice now, it’s almost obvious that he’s mirroring your actions perfectly and the thought has you clenching around nothing.

for a while, there’s silence as the both of you work yourselves up until there’s a knot at the pit of your stomachs. you can hear his breath pace, and your small whimpers only grow more shallow as you slip a finger into your fluttering hole.

“talk to me, linda, please.”

“fuck, rubes, i’m so wet — hngh, i wish you were here-“

“shit, I know, just a little — fuck — a little longer, keep talking baby keep letting me hear you,” the slick of his hands sliding over his cock have you genuinely throbbing, kicking your legs as your high steadily approaches.

“ruben, are you close, please? I’m so — fuck, rubes, I’m so fucking close-“

“good girl, you’re my good girl, go on baby you can cum just let me hear you, okay? attagirl, that’s my girl.”

#rubenthoughts #ruben dias/reader #ruben dias smut

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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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GalexYou Dinner Party Part 1/3

I didn't manage to finish the next enemies to lovers part (I got half way!). I DID manage to write the start of a Dinner Party short series based on the @thebitchycloudpainter's idea. THANK YOU :D this was a hoot to begin to write.

Summary: As you and Gale settle into your life post-elder brain, you pitch the idea of gathering everyone for a dinner party in Waterdeep. Gale begins the whirlwind of preparation, setting the stage for the party itself. Content: fluff, some angst, mutual pining, mention of chronic pain, mostly fluff tho for the Sunday scaries

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It was hardly a few months time when Gale began to lament about how long it had been since you and your companions saw one another. As the stillness of life settled around you and he, you realized how much stimulation Gale needed to feel satisfied. He was endlessly curious and in many ways, your almost cataclysmic adventure was well suited for his temperament.

Despite his aching knees and persistent gnawing where the orb once nestled and despite some days where he was unable to find the energy to rise from bed, he craved excitement. In incremental and practical doses, for the most part.

When you tossed the idea of a dinner party half-heartedly, you were startled when he took it and began to weave together an elaborate chain of thoughts. He shot up, enthusiasm coursing through his veins as he spoke louder, his hands gesturing in wilder strokes as he went on: “Oh! Yes! What a fantastic idea, I knew I loved you.” He smirked and shot a wink, before pressing his fist against his pursed lips. “Should there be invitations? Of course there should be, Gale. Don’t be silly. Lest we forget our manners - Tara would never allow it, let alone my mother.” He shot you a knowing look, brows raised. He began to pace. “Invitations always feel a little.. old fashioned and archaic.” He stopped to catch his breath and you felt heat spread across your cheeks as you beamed at him. Although the idea of a dinner party knotted your stomach, to bring Gale joy and see him so exuberant, it would be worth it. “Listen to me, drolling on,” he took one of your hands and brought it to his lips. His hot breath against your skin made you shudder. “What do you envision my love? We could very well use the sending stones. How decadent though, to send out invitations for something as simple as a dinner!” He dropped your hand after kissing it once more, the energy whirring through him. He walked towards the picture window, watching the sun dip lazily on the horizon. “Everyone loves receiving proper mail, wouldn’t you agree?” He turned back to face you and you felt butterflies twist your stomach when blush coated his cheeks. He looked bashful, his large brown eyes honeyed pools. “Why are you looking at me as if I’ve sprouted tentacles?” Gale’s eyes glinted with mischief. He loved teasing you. Once he realized though, a soft, “ah” escaped his lips. “It’s because I’m getting caught up again, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you said, stepping forward to wrap an arm around his waist and pulled him toward you. You brushed a stray hair from his face and tucked it behind his ear. You love how he leaned into your touch, igniting your skin as it sung with his. “I love it when you get carried away, please continue.”

“Are you certain this is something you want to do? I have a few faint ideas on how to reach Karlach and Wyll. Ah! And I’m sure Tara wouldn’t mind me joining her and Wither’s Wednesday Tea Time - she’s been pestering me to join her for some time. Perhaps I can seek out his assistance. OH! And the menu! What shall we have? There are so many possibilities…” as you saw Gale’s mind work, you whispered against his lips how much you loved him. You felt him tremble and sigh as you pulled away.

“You were our appointed chef! Everyone’s had your cooking you salvaged from pitiful scraps. I’m sure whatever you prepare, it will be excellent and they will be thrilled. Think about how inspired everyone will be when you have access to actual spices and produce.” You leaned forward to kiss him again and he welcomed you in. A few moments passed, your hands exploring one another, lips tenderly synched as your tongues mingled and you tasted fresh green tea. You were enveloped in each other. He groaned as blood pulsed to his groin and you felt heat spread between your hips.

“Yes, but this is different! What if they don’t like what I prepare? You remember how picky some of them were-“ he was interrupted by your charming laugh and gentle kiss. Whenever you noticed him get too wrapped up in his thoughts, you knew your lips at the very least would silence his protests if he would not or could not hear your words. You were happy to offer whatever encouragement and validation you could.

“Give yourself more credit. You’re an excellent cook, and you have wonderful friends who like and admire you - I know they will love having a real, decent meal prepared by you. I’m surprised Karlach isn’t at our door already, eager and ready to eat.” You smiled despite the pang echoing in your heart for your friend. You missed her and hoped her and Wyll were safe in the hells.

At this, Gale beamed. You remembered how he loved feeding Karlach especially - her enthusiasm for life, food included, made those who her compliments touched delighted. “You’re right. I am so glad you thought of this, you’re brilliant and I love you, so very much.” He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you passionately, the kind of kiss before someone runs off to safe the world.

In this case, it would be preparing a dinner party.

#gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 #bg3 gale #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale #gale x you #gale x reader #gale fluff #gale dinner #bg3 gale fanfic #bg3 gale fanfiction #gale fanfic #gale fanfiction

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ hanma s., tokyo revengers

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cw: hanma s. x f!reader — explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Bonten!Hanma. angst - hurt/sex was the comfort. DNI.

; hanma leaves.

wc: 3,389

a/n: unedited - no proof reading - finished this at 12 am and horny as hell - forgive the f up english, not fluent at it - title came from blue jeans by lana.

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He was never late to come home, or shall I say, he always comes home.

It was 10:45 pm when you found yourself pacing to every corner of the apartment. Trying to fill your mind and kick out of those anxieties and worries about him; about him not coming back home to you. You went to the kitchen and opened your fridge to pull out an alcoholic drink from a can. You open it and a sound emits from your lips from the pain of your fingernail when the pad of your finger slipped. Your eyes got teary, so you leaned to the kitchen counter and drank.

Boring your eyes to the clock, your mind wanders to something again. The sudden rush in your veins had you sweating. You sighed and closed your eyes, tilting your head to the side as you mutter; “where are you?”

You don't worry if it's another girl, or he's out partying somewhere else, or he's forgetting you, forgetting the time he promised to be here, but his dicey job had you sweating as though you ran a mile.

An excruciating pain scattered throughout your body through your veins when you heard the muffled sound of a siren outside your window. You did not hesitate to raise the can and drank till it was almost empty. One can wasn't enough, it will never be.

11:25 on the clock when you finished 8 cans. You were nauseous, your hands on the counter gripping the marble so your body will not succumb to gravity. Keeping your eyes closed, you hear the beat of your heart, a tug, tug, tug, tug. Frustration crept and you let yourself fall to the ground.

He's not home. And you're afraid he will never be.

Being alone terrifies you although you believe all humans shall feel comfortable in it when in all of us; solitude was inborn.

“Shuji.”

You keep waiting, waiting for the door to click, where his footsteps were heavy and you could feel the atmosphere inside the apartment shift. You wait for a voice to wrap around your head, where he calls you the name he gives you, where you know he'd be angry to see you in this mess you put yourself into.

You know he'd be angry when you're up this late, emptying drinks you should not drink alone. The frigidity of the floor had you missing his warmth. That right now you'd be in his arms; burning from the heat he's radiating, and instead of smelling the alcohol; you'd be smelling his perfume. You broke down, but there was no sound in your lips. You let the tears pool down just beneath your cheeks on the floor. You know he'd be wiping those years away, you won't be feeling dirty when he has his hands around you.

The sound of the television made your mind hazy, made your imaginations and anticipations tremble. Even though the world through your vision was dancing, you pooled your strength at the bottom of your palm to get yourself up. He doesn't like to see you in a mess, and this time you won't be dependent on his hands, you have to clean up before he gets here so he will smile at how good you smell and how clean you are. He will be pleased to find you in such a state.

Come home, Shu. I won't be angry. Just come home.

Through your way to the bathroom, you were swaying in every direction. And you were surprised you were able to clean your body. Although tears were streaming down endlessly. Eyes burning from the cry.

It was 12:00 when finally, you were sitting on the edge of the bed. You forgot everything, your body felt sore and painful. The television in your living room was still talking. And inside your room was dark as the night, you could smell him everywhere and before you could scream to cry, you crawled up to where he usually sleeps, lay your head on his pillow, caressing the soft fabric on your cheek.

Your mind was screaming his name, replaying the moments only the two of you know of. The nights filled with laughter, the mornings both of you wake up with a smile. But you were too exhausted to cry all of it, all you just wanted in this moment was to have his body up in you.

In a deep slumber, you heard the door click. But your mind was clouded by sleep, not until you felt the edge of the bed sunk to someone's weight. But your eyes were closed, you forgot what happened just earlier. The form moved closer until you felt the warmth on your torso, and a soft skin on your cheek.

The comfort was familiar, the touch too, and you cooed under his touch. You let out a ‘hmm’ before he was whispering ‘shh’ in your ears.

His hands snaked down to your stomach, then found themselves underneath his shirt that you wore.

“Darling...” Hanma’s lips were grazing on your neck whilst he mutter that. You opened your eyes for a moment before you saw his cheek shining in white ‘cause of the sunlight.

And there you realized, you crumbled and a gasp took your sob when his hands wrapped around your breast.

“Shuji...” you whispered.

He humm, he answered. And you never felt this awake in your life.

You tried to lift up your upper torso but his hands fondling over your now hardened bud; keeps pushing you down. Your hands eventually found their way to feel Hanma’s form, and you pushed him down to you.

Widening your legs to let him in. You hiked your hips to graze his hard on down to your clothed cunt. You moaned in his ear.

“Fuck,” you felt his smile on your skin. “I need you.”

He marked you on your neck and after he was done with that, he pulled himself up and unbuttoned his long sleeve. You see more of him, his beautiful shining eyes, every sharp feature, his nose you loved, his lips that were burnished from his own saliva.

“Shu, where have you been?” there was a whine you did not expect when he came back down to dominating your form. His hard on behind his pants hiked up to grind more of you. You felt your underwear dampen.

“Off to work, I apologize for being late. Punish me, love.” but you could never do that.

“Tell me all of it.” through your hazy mind, he was somewhat...lying.

Hanma became quiet but his hands found their ways to pull your pants with your underwear. You heard him cuss under his breath as he brought down himself. Your shirt was up on top of your chest. His nose grazed just below your belly button and you gasped at his touch; warm and rough. He started trailing wet kisses on your pelvis until he was down there to worship your dripping cunt, waiting and begging for his arrival.

“Shu..” you moaned, wanting all of it.

“What, Lady?” Hanma wanted you to beg.

You grind your hips to his breath and he pulled away a little but he smelt your neediness, however he wanted to have you wanting it more than him, although he can clearly see the way tears are starting to form on your eyes.

“Please, Shuji, I want you now-ah. I want all of it, please.” you tilted your head when his breath got closer.

“I don't have much time.” he said but you never hear all of it when in one lick you lose your mind. Your chest was heaving when with his tongue explored all of you, the wetness of his tongue made your clit more active; red and bulging. He was lapping like a hungry man, sipping on the juice you give. Sucking the skin around your clit. You felt so good and ticklish down there, you felt how hard his tongue was thrusting over your folds, Hanma was licking to the point he knew everything about it. He just knows every spot you were aching to be touched at, he knows how to make you melt on his tongue. You felt the knot on your stomach and you got louder as he was feasting like a hungry man. His grip was rough and you know you'd be coated in his marks, the only thing that could be left of him for you.

Your hands found their way to grip his locks, pull him down on you as you raise your hips to get him more rougher to you as you're getting closer to getting a hold of your climax. He hummed about how messy and delicious you are. He felt you getting needier and he knows he has to get you there, he wasn't going to pull you out from there no matter how much he wanted to tease you.

A tremor passed through you, and you shivered, and it felt like your skin opened and a cold air brushed against you. He never pulled away but he was waiting for you to gush out which you did after a few licks. He never missed a drop.

Hanma wanted more of you and he knew it could be hours of eating and he'll never be full, but he was out of time. He pulled himself back up and finally you felt his lips against you. You devoured each other. The kiss was hungry and as though both of them will be apart from each other. You head was moving to each side, tongue crossing with each other, teeth grazing while he was grinding his erection down your sensitive cunt which had you moaning on your throat, no matter how rough the fabric is it was so heavenly good thanks you can't pull yourself from grinding, your clit was puffy from the contact and you were getting hotter as he does to.

He was already leaking from the tip. And as awake as you are, when he pulled up to get his pants off, you pushed his hands off and unzipped him yourself. A chuckle was brought out when he saw how needy you are.

“Shit...you were waiting, huh?” he licked his lips upon feeling your hand grazing down his cock. “don’t worry, it will all be yours. It belongs to you, I belong to you.”

You both locked eyes and he had his devilish smile around. The air made you shiver.

“Shu, I need you inside.” and with his hands on your waist, you guided his cock to your entrance. You whined at how hard Hanma was, pushing his leaky tip inside you. All you felt was how good he was when it entered half, and he moaned at the sensitivity of his cock being wrapped around your soft inside.

“I love you.” he muttered, and you felt how warm our stomach was.

“I love you more, Shu. Ple-” you were about to beg until he thrusted all of him inside you, stretching you out, you felt the texture of him and the veins that were showing off inside of you.

“Darling..” he went to kiss you on the lips while his other hand snake underneath your leg and hike it up so he can hit at an angle where you'll be seeing heaven under his touch.

“My one and only.” he was rough but inside you was so slimy that your toes were curling at the feeling of him; rock hard but can easily slip and out. He was kissing your cervix and you arched up, and your pussy pulsating around him.

“So fucking pretty, ” he laughed, that laugh. “fucking pretty underneath me, eh? Eyes rolled up because of how I make you feel, hmm? Cum, darling, make me proud.”

“Shuji!”

The time was running out in his mind, and he was getting there. He lowered his head to bite your lip, not too hard but enough to make you moan. His tongue went inside while his free hand went to your clit, encircling your puffy clit, and there was another wave.

Hanma’s hands on your waist went underneath your ass to pull you up on him where he can make your body still while he pounds you from above. And there he was animalistic fucking himself roughly in a rapid speed to get himself up to heaven.

“Ah! Fuck!” he moaned as he was grinding. The bed was shaking with both of you.

His name became a song you repeat, and when you came you screamed it. You shivered but his rough cock was still fucking itself roughly. You never stopped Hanma, and in a long grind, he came inside, but he wasn't done.

He flipped you till you were on top of him and you know you'll be in charge.

“Darling, fuck me.” Hanma chuckled after he said that.

You pull yourself up from his dick and let his cum and your cum mix up, seeping out and trailing down your thighs. His cock stays hard as he watches you encircle your fingers around your own clit. But he wants to do it too. Hanma pushed your hand away and encircled it. You trembled at his finger before you palmed his dick and you sat on it. A moan loudly escaped, and a groan from him.

When you bottomed out, you grind a bit before pulling yourself up and coming back down. He was so rock hard but it was slimy inside you that it felt so much good.

Hanma sees clearly the way your pussy shines from the moonlight and he feels himself more in pleasure. Your soft wet pussy had him moaning on his own, eyes almost squinting.

“Fuck…you know how to make me feel so good.” he moaned. While pounding and grinding on him, you leaned to his lips.

“Hmm, yeah, Shuji. Just by being myself.”

In this position, he can easily come, he cannot hold himself back when you're in control. You lean in more till your breast was touching his chest, and he noticed it, he immediately brought his hands to wrap around your tits. This made the pleasure more immense.

“Oh, fuck!” the familiar knot made your movements more swift. Hanma underneath you was losing his mind from the grip of your wet pussy.

It didn't last long before he flooded your ears with “I love you’s” while you lost your mind a little before muttering the same back.

You were exhausted from the high, and Hanma wasn't done. He wanted more of you.

“Baby, can we go on?” he asks as he plants kisses over your shoulder. He was already in between your legs while you're laying sideways. Your entrance was throbbing, tired and sore.

You moaned when he bit your skin. “I want more of you, more of you.” his voice was tired, hoarse and you wanted him too but you felt yourself drifting off his arms.

“Shuji,” you called. Hanma looked up. “Yes, do it. I love you.”

When he sheathed himself inside of you, you thought he'd be super rough but you weren't surprised when it was gentle. His lips over your neck as he muttered.

“I love you.”

“Darling, I love you.”

His words were mixed with moans and growls of how good you were. With no sound coming out, you were moving your lips. “I love you too.”

“I do love you. So…fucking…much.”

The gentleness of his actions felt so good that you were able to moan loudly.

How good his cock was, slowly sliding inside, slowly pulling out, slowly but rough when the tip interacts with your cervix. He was so good.

From his soft pounding, you felt yourself shiver. And you thought of having his mouth on yours while you cum; while he cums.

Hanma whimpered in your ear before he swayed under your touch and pulled his face to face yours, your lips meeting his in a sensual kiss. Like a honeymoon, it was all so sweet, soft, slow, but so fucking good.

You came dripping on his cock, your cum oozing out as he pulled and sheath in. Eventually he came next, it was a cum that filled your womb, filling your mind with imaginations of children in your mind. Your mouth was agape when he pulled out.

Hanma pulled his face up and saw how fucked up you were but you were shining, beautiful, mesmerizing on his eyes that he couldn't look away. He just wanted you to come with him, wanted to pull you with him to the darkness, but he bit his lip; halting from kidnapping you and leaving the country with him. But that would endanger you and that's the least thing he wanted from this world.

Earlier, when Hamma came in and saw the open lights, the television on, the scattered cans of alcohol, he was so worried that he was about to throw up, but he made way inside the shared room and saw you sleeping softly, and safe; his heart warmed.

He saw that you were drifting to sleep, and it was 2:13 as he gazed at the clock sitting on the table. He cannot waste his time and clean himself using a rug before wearing his clothes again. Although he was moving, his eyes were settled on you, and he felt the ache of his heart that he'll be leaving.

He was hesitating as he was watching you.

You were in a deep slumber now. After the tiring session both of you had, he was tired too, but he cannot rest, because if tomorrow comes and he'd be here sleeping with you, Hanma won't be able to walk away, he would have to watch people take him away from you.

He cannot handle it. He has to walk away.

He went to you, and with a new rug, he cleaned you with an ache submerging his heart.

He covered you with the duvet before he finally decided on the last kiss. He bent down and planted a kiss on your forehead, cheek, nose, and there goes the lips he'd miss, the lips that wore a smile only for him, the lips that carried millions of memories. He'd be leaving all of it behind. A tear molds in eye—almost hindering his vision, and sucked in a piercing breath as he pulls himself away.

The fake ring—from the dollar store—was sitting on the table. A pair,the other on top of the other. He trembled and took the other before he palmed it. He turned his back on you without noticing that through heavy lids, you were watching him, and tears were already flooding and trickling down.

You wanted to stop him. Wanted him to take you with him, but you couldn't move, like you were trapped in a nightmare. You just want to wake up and move so you could stop him, but…

Hanma was already at the door—unlocking. You saw how slow he moved, as though he didn't want to walk away. A sob was muffled and trapped on your throat and he couldn't hear.

He did not face as he walked away and closed the door behind him.

You bit your lip. You couldn't even say goodbye.

You don't want to close your eyes and hope for tomorrow. Your body aches and your mind wants to move, to go after your beloved, but once you lifted yourself, you hear the loud click outside, and with no remaining strength that you fell sobbing like a baby back on the bed that both of you shared for years. Where a lot of loving and memories were made. Where every morning was greeted with kisses and smiles.

You did not anticipate a morning like that everyday, it was within you that knows it will always be like that, but fate was crueler than anyone.

You closed your eyes. You kept praying till you cannot hold it anymore. The fatigue was overwhelming, and you succumbed to its feeling.

You have to sleep while the thought of being alone without his presence—without the cocky but handsome Hanma Shuji in your embrace—swallows your ability to feel happiness. You know when you wake you'll be regretting why solitude has to be inborn.

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little-emerald-snake · 3 months

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Hate Sex - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett

🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: m/m, prewlow, dom!sebastian, sub!leander, rough sex, name calling, unprotected anal sex, mentions of condoms but no use

1k words

Leander slammed the door to the bathroom open, crossing the threshold while pushing his thumbs deeply against his temples. “Holy fuck, Sallow. Drop it already. I said I was sorry I got knocked out of the duel early. I told you what happened over and over. I can’t change it. So why the fuck are you still taking the piss out of me?”

Sebastian was hot on his heels, sleeves rolled up, robe and tie abandoned with his blind Slytherin companion back at the arena. His freckles stood out against the reddened skin of his anger filled face. “Because Prewett, nobody gets this far in Crossed Wanda only to lose by tripping over his damned school robes. I told you to take the bloody thing off anyway. You cost us a lot of fucking points…”

Leander rolled his eyes, thankful the Slytherin was still behind him and couldn’t see his reaction. “What is screaming at me going to do?” He finally turned to face the brunette in the middle of the bathroom. “I can’t fix it and you can’t keep bloody going on about this forever? Are you looking for a fight?”

Danger flared in Sebastian’s eyes and he ate the distance up between them. Leander readied himself for a fist but only let his eyes widen in surprise when the freckled face in front of him changed. His brown eyes now showed a different kind of heat he’d never seen on the Slytherin before.

Before he could ask, Sebastian pushed Leander against the sinks, strong freckled arms wrapping around him as their lips connected. Leander stayed absolutely still, trying to get his brain to catch up with the drastic change of pace.

Finally his eyes slid shut and his hands wrapped around Sebastian’s broad shoulders. Sebastian grunted, pushing harder so the gingers back slammed against the tap behind him.

Leander whimpered into the kiss, pain lancing through him but not enough to break his hands hungrily sweeping over the muscles under the shirt of the man kissing him.

At the sound of voices outside they broke apart. Faces flushed with shame, hair ruffled from greedy hands, and trousers tight with the electric excitement coursing through them.

Sebastian cleared his throat, stepping back a bit and casting a glance around the bathroom. Were they even alone in there? How careless could he have been. He quickly casted a spell to see if anyone was in the room and upon finding it empty save for them he casted a locking charm on the door. “Shall we continue arguing or do you want to take the punishment?”

Leander knew he should deny him and leave while he could. But everything in his body yearned for the Slytherin to touch him, he craved those fingers that sent fire racing through his veins.

He nodded, ignoring his better judgment and choosing to continue with whatever path they were careening toward. Sebastian stepped closer again, boots echoing off the bathroom walls around them. “Turn around and pull down your trousers.”

Leander reddened. “Why me? Why don’t you take my cock?” Sebastian just raised a brow in challenge which caused Leander to deflate a little. Sebastian chuckled. “This is your punishment for causing us to lose. Now. Turn around.”

Leander bit into his lip, swallowing harshly while undoing his trousers and turning around. He pulled them down just enough to make room for Sebastian. The brunette crowded up behind him, pushing down on the back of Leander till his chest met the cool porcelain of the sinks.

Sebastian hummed in satisfaction, undoing his trousers. “I should go get a condom before I fuck your tight ass but I want to feel every second of exacting my revenge on you.”

Leander sighed in relief when Sebastian muttered a lubrication charm behind him. He felt the slickened blunt tip of the Slytherin’s cock nudge his entrance and swallowed nervously.

Sebastian prodded his entrance again. “Stop clenching. Just let me fuck you already.” Leander blew out a heavy breath as finally Sebastian pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Leander squeaked, teeth gritting at the intrusion.

Sebastian groaned, slamming his hips forward into Leander, keeping one hand on the ginger's hip and the other slid up to the center of the back, keeping him in place. “You’re lucky your ass feels so fucking good right now or I’d still be going off on you.”

Leander moaned, tightening around Sebastian and drawing a groan from the man above him. His hips slammed harder causing Leander to have to hold the mirror in front of him to keep his head from slamming against it. “E-easy…”

Sebastian chuckled, somehow fucking him harder. “What…can’t take it anymore pretty boy? Don’t want me to yell and can’t take me fucking your ass this good? I guess I've been giving you too much credit, Prewett.”

Leander whined. Partially from the brunette's words and partially from the directed thrust of Sebastian’s hips into his prostate. His cock twitched and Sebastian hummed, fucking him harder. “That’s it, cum from my cock fucking this tight ass Prewett.”

Leander moaned weakly. “Sh-shut up, Sallow.” Sebastian chuckled, slamming his hips into him harder.

Leander tightened, biting into his hand and moaning as he spasmed around Sebastian. “Ah! I’m gonna cum! Fuck!”

Leander crumpled against the sinks, cock twitching as he came, making a mess of the floor below them. Sebastian chuckled, pulling out of him and admiring the mess he’d made of Leander.

Leander looked back, trying to compose himself as he took in the view of Sebastian moving to a nearby sink to wash himself off. “W-what are you doing? You didn’t…”

Sebastian chuckled. “No. I didn’t. That’s okay. Just means you owe me for later. Go clean yourself up and next time…” Sebastian took a step closer. “Don’t wear your robe while we duel, Prewett.”

Leander pulled his pants up, leaning against the sinks as Sebastian’s boots echoed their way out of the bathroom. “What the fuck…”

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #sebastian sallow fanfiction #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #leander prewett fanfiction #leander prewett smut #leander prewett #prewlow #little emerald snake

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optiwashere · 30 days

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B5 for the moon lesbians please...... I have been starving for so long.......

Thanks for requesting this one anon, and you have the very last of this batch! Now my inbox is cleaned up, and I hope everyone had a fun time with these prompt fics 💜

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B5. A character that isn't used to being protected finds someone who will protect them from anything

The daughter of her goddess likely only knew protecting others. She only knew how to be the interceding shield suffering the pains of a fierce blow. She knew how to wield a sword for justice, with anger, and with a fierce, nearly unshakable pride.

Isobel knew, however, that Aylin had never known what it meant to be the one who needed the shield. They stood in the otherwise empty camp in a secluded bayside alleyway. Aylin paced on the small bridge while Isobel watched, irritated.

"You need rest, Aylin," Isobel insisted.

"Our comrades march onward to certain death into the grip of that madwoman Orin," said Aylin, hand tightening into a fist that lasted for only a breath. She turned to Isobel. "How dare I lounge when they suffer?"

"My love, do you remember what you said when you returned from that wizard's tower?"

"Lorroakan? That swine was no wizard, he was—"

"Aylin." Isobel steeled her voice and glowered at Aylin.

A sudden, almost sheepish reticence crossed Aylin's face. "I suffered a lassitude that I still feel. It is as if I am a piece of twine coming apart at both ends, and I cannot understand why I am being pulled taut."

"You need rest. Contemplation." Isobel approached her, resting a hand on Aylin's chest. "You are a warrior, but you don't have to fight every battle if there are others capable of doing so."

"I shall let none believe that Dame Aylin flees a battle."

"You are not fleeing," chided Isobel, "but you are letting me sit with you. You'll let me have that, won't you? We can talk. We can watch the bay."

She gestured towards the open waters with a few unmoored ships floating in an almost idyllic tenderness. The waves around the ships hardly crested. Even the wind was gentle. A light breeze slid between both women as they looked across the water.

"Will it be like those days before?" Aylin asked softly.

"Yes, of course."

"Will you...?"

Isobel waited, but she knew Aylin wouldn't say it. "I'll name every kind of bird that flies past us, and I'll brush your hair all the while. If only you'll let me."

Still gazing upon the waves, the corner of Aylin's scar-cracked lips curled into a faint smile. "I would like that."

#bg3 fanfiction #dame aylin #isobel thorm #aylin x isobel #my fic #anotheropti prompt fics #because It's Me - I had to make this more like protecting Aylin in an almost spiritual but certainly loving sense #OK but real talk... I didn't expect to get so many aylin/isobel prompts lmao #because I'm not really an Aylin/Isobel writer #the hunger for more is obviously there though

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buckymorelikefuckme · 1 year

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and really bad eggs

pirate king wanda x fem reader

words: 2.1k

warnings: **18+ ONLY** mentions and slight description of injury, hurt/comfort, smüt, scissoring. if i missed anything pls let me know!

a/n: well i guess it's a series now lmao~ is 3am posting going to become my new thing? we shall see. i hope you enjoy :) also, there's a cameo of two of our fave dudes in here hehe! unbeta'd. any and all mistakes are mine. feedback is encouraged & appreciated ♡

part 1 ❀ part 2 ❀ part 4

You pace impatiently along the deck, eyes straining through the moonlight as you search for the return of your crew mates and captain. They should've been back ages ago. You'd been given strict instruction to stay on the ship, the captain using the excuse of your poor combat skills for her reasoning.

“I've been practicing with Natasha,” you'd protested as you watched Wanda gather her effects.

You would be approaching the port soon and she always liked being ready to step off the ship the moment it was docked. Feeling desperate yet helpless, you continued staring at your lover as she checked her pistols and secured her sword.

Wanda sighed. “Yes, and I've heard of your improvement,” she admitted. “But Natasha still thinks you need more time before you're ready for a real fight.”

“You say all the time how rare fights happen once the villagers realize who you are!” you retorted.

“I am not going to argue with you on this,” she replied, her tone firm. “My mind is made up. You will stay here.”

You clenched your jaw. “Are you saying this as my captain, or as my lover?”

Wanda spun to face you with a hard look. You lifted your chin, having been on the receiving end of such an expression several times before. She was always calling you stubborn, and that wasn't going to change any time soon.

“When did I stop being both, hm?” she wondered, taking slow, deliberate steps towards you. “What have I done to deserve this treatment?”

You didn’t reply, frowning as you broke your stare. When Wanda spoke again, it was low, so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“I could not live with the thought of you getting hurt, or worse, because you could not defend yourself properly,” she confessed. “Perhaps I do not express myself well enough, if you are under the impression that I could be so impassive with your precious life.”

You blinked away the tears that built in your eyes.

“I have fought in my fair share of duals, and even I have had many close calls, despite my years of training,” she added, and you hated the reminder, having bore witness to the scars that decorate her skin to prove her words. She cupped your cheeks, forcing you to meet her imploring gaze. “I will not have your blood on my hands.”

A shaky breath escaped you, still feeling utterly helpless, useless, but you reached up to gently grasp her wrists. As much as it pained you, you nodded in understanding. She sighed, eased, and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, promising to return as quickly as possible.

Now, a sense of foreboding has been steadily rising within you. It's never taken this long for a raid. You wring your hands anxiously, contemplating if Wanda would be angry with you if you left the ship with your sword in hand.

However, you don't get the chance to decide. You hear voices approach, and soon after, the crew bustles out of the tree line. Your relief is palpable as you press your hand to your chest, muttering a quick thank god under your breath as they grow nearer.

It takes a moment for you to notice, so washed in comfort by everyone’s return, that a few people are carefully carrying someone back to the ship. Just as quickly as the relief appeared, it leaves you entirely. Your skin goes hot then cold, so fast that it leaves your head spinning, dread settling heavily in your stomach.

As the crew begin boarding the ship, none of them meet your eyes. Panic wells, and you find yourself stumbling across the deck, shouldering past several people. Natasha stops you before you can go around her.

“She's fine,” she murmurs.

“She–She's being carried onto the ship,” you point out dumbly.

Natasha grips your shoulders. “Her wound is not serious. We had to clean it and stitch it to stop the bleeding before we could return.”

You whimper, covering your mouth as fresh tears fall. “She was bleeding?”

Natasha sighs heavily. “Before we could announce ourselves, some skinny, little idiot and his friend thought themselves to be heroes and charged us.” She rolls her eyes, agitated all over again by this person. “The Captain stepped in and was grazed by his dagger while she was trying to subdue him. Once he found out who we were it was easy to get them to back down.”

She pauses, huffing. “For whatever reason, the Captain invited them to join the crew after they'd apologized a million times and begged her pardon.”

You blink a few times, mind whirling. “But she's okay?” you clarify, your only worry.

Natasha’s face softens as she nods. “Aye. I made them carry her back so she wouldn't put a strain on her stitches. It's just a superficial wound.”

Just then, Wanda is carried on board, and you rush to her.

“This is ridiculous. I am perfectly capable of walking,” you hear her grumble and it makes a choked sob slip past your lips. Her eyes meet yours and she orders the men to stop. “Put me down,” she tells them, and when they try to argue, “Now!”

Not wanting to receive some form of punishment, they listen, gingerly helping her rise and stand. She winces, her hand clutching her side, just below her ribs. You take cautious steps toward her, but you stop a couple feet away.

“Come here, my love,” she says, holding out her free arm.

You close the space between you, tears spilling down your cheeks as you check her over for more injuries, hands hovering unsurely around her. She grabs one of your hands and pulls you into her, hugging you tightly. You bury your face in her neck as you cry, relieved all over again, feeling her warm and solid beneath your hands. She shushes you softly, kissing you wherever she can reach.

“I'm alright, my angel, I'm fine,” she reassures.

“You were hurt,” you correct thickly. “I wasn't there and you got hurt.”

“It's nothing I can't handle,” she replies. She brushes your hair off your shoulder so she can kiss along the expanse of your collarbone. “Why don't we go to my quarters, hm?”

You swallow past the lump in your throat and nod, letting her lead you in the direction of her cabin. Along the way, you spy two new faces; a skinny, blond man whose eyes are wide as he takes in the massive ship, and a dark haired man that follows close behind, looking resigned to his fate. You make a mental note to give them a stern talking to later.

Wanda closes and locks the door to her cabin once the two of you are inside. She turns to you and meets you halfway for a bruising kiss.

The only thought playing on a loop in your mind is that you could have lost her. It's silly, especially knowing her injury is not that serious, but also knowing that she'd gotten hurt and you weren't there to help makes your chest seize uncomfortably. You just need to assure yourself that she really is okay.

Your hands grab fistfuls of her hair as you deepen the kiss into something sharper, messier. Wanda grunts, her own hands sliding down your back until they can squeeze your ass. You moan brokenly into her mouth.

She breaks the kiss to mutter, “Feel me? I'm here, safe, with you.”

“If you think I'm staying behind next time, you're mad,” you respond, licking a hot line up the side of her neck.

Her head tips back as she laughs, the sound teetering off into a gasp when you bite down and begin sucking a mark into her skin.

“I figured you would say so,” she says.

Without a word, you make quick work of undoing the laces of her trousers. She helps you undress her, slipping off her coat and unbuttoning her waistcoat before she reaches for you. Her deft fingers work on removing your corset and dress until you're completely bare. She steps out of her trousers that have pooled at her ankles, kicking her boots off in the process.

The stark contrast of the stitches against her skin is like a punch to the gut. You softly trail your fingers just below them.

“Lie down,” you tell her.

She opens her mouth to protest, but you send her a look that begs her to simply do as she's told, and for once, she listens. She walks over to her bed with you in tow and eases her way onto it. You crawl on after her, sitting between her thighs.

“No teasing,” she intones, tacking on a quiet, “please.”

You hadn't planned on such a thing anyway. Instead of verbally replying, you lift one of her legs and straddle the other, shuffling forward until you can align your pussy with hers. You place a kiss on her calf and then grind forward.

Twin gasps echo in the room, pleasure setting your bodies ablaze. Wanda’s eyes close as she pants at the feel of your wet cores sliding together. It sends a shudder down your spine, mouth falling open as your clit is stimulated perfectly.

“Doing such a good job, my angel,” Wanda praises, making you whine and grind harder. “You feel exquisite. Love feeling your cunt, dripping and desperate against mine.”

“My King, please,” you whimper.

She moans and yanks you down for a kiss, sucking on your tongue, biting your lip. You cry out when her fingers pinch and tug your nipples, hips twitching out of rhythm for a moment before you regain it. Both of your thighs are messy with slick, the sound of it sending heat up to your face, makes your clit throb.

“Come on, then. Let me hear you,” she orders. “Want to see you come apart on top of me.”

You feel a sudden smack to your ass and you're keening, grinding faster as sweat forms across your hairline, on the small of your back. Wanda isn't faring any better, her cheeks flushed a stunning shade of pink. She keeps spanking you, urging you on. Your ass stings, but it's a welcome feeling, a reminder that she's here, below you.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” she requests.

You can only listen, your clit beating in time with your heart as you grind it on hers, moaning loudly when your orgasm consumes you. Wanda pulls you down entirely, shifting you to lay on your side and lift your leg. With pleasure still clouding your mind, you blindly follow her silent instruction. The high of your climax hasn't even receded when she slides two fingers inside you. A surprised whine falls past your slackened lips.

“I've got to get one more out of you, my love,” she informs you, immediately thrusting her fingers at a brutal pace. “I know you can do that for me. Can't you?”

You nod, letting out noises that you're sure the crew can hear. Wanda doesn't seem to care, though, so you can't find it in you to care either. She licks into your mouth, her tongue tangling with yours, making you shiver and clench around her fingers.

“That's it, there you go,” she coos.

Her thumb joins in, swiping over your sensitive clit. You nearly scream her name. She grins proudly, curling her fingers and rubbing over the spot inside you that is sure to have you wailing. It takes only a minute longer and then your second orgasm rushes through you.

“Beautiful, so beautiful, my sweet angel,” Wanda is saying in your ear, kissing along your jaw as spots dance in your vision.

You weakly push at her hand when you become overly tender. She removes her fingers and gathers your wetness, bringing her hand down to her clit and using it to quickly get herself off. She holds your heavy lidded stare until her orgasm takes over. She tosses her head back with a cut off shout, her hips bucking into her hand.

“My handsome captain,” you say, kissing her shoulder. “Took such good care of me. Thank you, my darling.”

Wanda sighs as relaxes. “Always for you.”

You trade sweet nothings and even sweeter kisses for a few, long moments until you remember her injury. The skin around it looks more irritated than before, but she promises that she's fine, kissing away your worries.

You stay wrapped up in each other, running soothing hands over each other’s bodies for a while. When you yawn and blink drowsily, Wanda covers you with the blanket, letting you cuddle up even closer.

You're asleep between one blink and the next.

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