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danhengist · 1 year

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―𝐃𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝.

CW; Smut, grinding, hair-pulling, cunnilingus, established relationships, pegging/strapping, dacryphilia, collaring, spanking, Dom!reader, sub!characters, edging, petplay, oral kink, sex toys, vaginal penetration, spanking. Fem!reader. Reo and chigiri being super babygirl. Nagi Being semi-babygirl. Slight humour in Nagi's part.

―[Isagi, reo, chigiri, nagi, barou, bachira, rensuke.]

· · · ➪ Being married to the blue lock boys is no easy feature, after a slip-up on they're behalf you finally cave to your anger and decide to teach them a lesson.

ISAGI who is begged to stop practicing 24/7 and spend some quality time with you. Your so passive and gentle when you ask for a moment of his time. So, when he tells you that he'll be out late, practicing with bachira; you snap. Because of his headstrong inability to notice that he was neglecting you; he found himself reaping karma when you refused to touch him, instead you took your place in a chair that conveniently sat next to the bed ― "Touch yourself, if you want my forgiveness." You said, with a straight face. It shocked Isagi, but he loved his dearly wedded wife so much, he actually considered it.

ISAGI who gives in to your wishes and decides to touch his cock while you watch, sternly. You keep a strict gaze on his hand, watching the way he'd clumsily guide it up and down his length, you can't help the giggle of mock you let out, the boy can't even masturbate correctly. Seriously, what would he do without you?

You keep silent, listening to the way Isagi whines sadly, when he realizes that playing with his cock without your aid isn't feeling nearly as good as when you do it, he turns to look at you with a pleading face, begging for your help. You can't really deny that face, so with a sigh, you get up and step over to help him.

REO is so sweet and such a good husband but can also be so oblivious to when he hurts or annoys you. You wanted to spend a afternoon with him out and about, but he thought it would be a good idea to invite Nagi. The date was so irritable, the entire time he mainly spoke to Nagi about miscellaneous topics. You, admittedly already don't like Nagi. You've never told Reo that you don't enjoy Nagi's presence. So when you punish him by pinning him down and fucking him with your strap, he's completely confused :(

REO who can't handle how deep your strap reaches inside of him, digging into his hole so deliciously that he can't help the few pitiful tears he shed from how good he feels. He's overwhelmed, the only time you fuck him with a strap is when he's messed something up ― He wants to think back to see what it is he did wrong, but the way your strap is sliding so deeply against his sensitive walls has his brain short-circuiting, His back arching at how good you feel inside him. He's so dizzy and helpless in this position, and when he feels you lay a rough slap against him from behind, once, twice, thrice― it sends him weeping out apologies―"I'm sorry, m'sorry, m'sorry it won't happen again." He babbled mindlessly at the sudden quicker, rougher thrusts of your hips. "No, please, I don't wanna cum yet!―" with no time to prepare, his weeping cock is twitching and spasming as he pitifully covers the sheets with ropes of cum. Eliciting the prettiest noises. Maybe you should do it again, for good measure?

CHIGIRI has such a pretty princess act. He thinks that simply because he has pretty privilege, he can get away with anything. He always ask you for such mundane things. Add petals to his bathwater, organize his hair products by color, go to the store and buy him a new set of hair scrunchies. It wasn't long before you snapped and he found himself ― similar to Reo ― Being fucked by your strap. The tip of your silicone cock pushing deeply into his walls, eliciting a pretty whine from his lips, fluttering his eyelashes euphorically at how perfectly you managed to squeeze inside of him.

CHIGIRI who gets fucked dumb by your strap, 2 minutes in and he's already gasping and whining like some sort of slutty prostitute, he feels so fucking messy and it causes a masochistic wave to bubble up through his tummy. The raw connection of your hips as you ruthlessly slide your huge cock into him, every brutal thrust into his inexperienced little hole caused him to let out weepy moans, and right when he's about to cum, you grab a tuff of his hair and yanking it back as you stuff your cock as deep as it could fit; eliciting a loud cry, cumming spewing from his cock as he finally reached his orgasm.

NAGI can be such a lazy person. Your always stuck doing the chores. Cleaning the living room, washing the dishes, bathing the dog, feeding the cat, scrubbing the inside of the walls, battling the spider in the corner of the bathroom, then making dinner as the cherry on top. One day, you tell him that you're heading to the grocery store and then proceed to beg, beg that he'll do the one chore you left for him ― taking out the trash. The garbage is right outside, in front of the house. Your gone for 2 hours, and when you come back with a grain of hope, your absolutely livid when the trash has not been emptied.

Nagi doesn't expect the way you explode. He doesn't expect to be taken by surprise and he definitely doesn't know how it got here; Him, bound with right ropes, and laid on his back. Brutally tortured when you decide to edge him with a vibrator.

NAGI who is gasping and squirming at how desperately he wants to cum, a small vibrator pushed against the tip of his twitching cock, his eyes flickering over to you. He wants to cum, but you refuse to let him do so, instead pushing the vibrator against his dick and repeatedly pulling away whenever you saw any signs of him being close to a orgasm, this goes on for 12 straight minutes and he's on the verge of spilling tears ― "Fuck, please just let me cum― if you let me cum I'll take the trash out." He whined. Liar. The sheer audacity he has to lie to you, only makes you angrier.

BAROU is such an annoying jerk sometimes. He could be so ruthless whenever he spoke his mind, perhaps he was insensible to realize that his words often effected you. For the most part you let it slide, until one day he says something along the lines of "Yeah right, a pretty little flower like you, dominating me? That's cute." You felt so offended by the his words, you wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong; and judging by the way your currently grinding your sloppy cunt against his face ― you've managed to do exactly that.

BAROU who is laid beneath you while you sloppily ride his face, groaning deeply at the way your cunt taste, messily drooling your juices all over his face, as he used his warm tongue to lick up every drop of your slick. He's never seen you so irritable, so dominating ― He finds it so fuckin' hot, he could overpower you easily but the problem is that he doesn't want to―especially if it means he's practically forced to suffocate between your legs buried inside of your perfect pussy. only a king deserves a death as a good as this one, right?

BACHIRA who is so sly and mischievous that he actually predicted and hoped that you'd break from his constant annoyance. He purposely would neglect you to spend time with Isagi, not because he didn't love you, he did. ― but actually to see your nice and slow-to-anger facade break. And when he does, he's absolutely exhilarated. It only makes him even happier when you dominate him, he's biting his lip and trembling when you strip him down of all his clothes and even more elated when you force him to wear a collar with leash in hand.

BACHIRA is absolutely beyond delighted when he finds himself sitting back against the living room couch; collared, tightly bound and forced to wear a little vibrator against the tip of his hardened dick ― He's so desperate for an orgasm, but you refuse to give him one, everytime he's tolling off the edge of such a good orgasm, you click the off button, leaving him high and dry. Half of him wants to cum so badly but the other half wants to be edged farther until there are pretty little tears slipping from his rusty golden eyes. "You wanna cum, baby?" You coo'd, yanking the leash of the collar he wore in a intention to mock him. a cruel and satisfied grin carving into your features when he nods his head, frantically."Please, Please let me cum, I'll behave―" Bachira promised in such a shaky tone that you instantly knew you won.

RENSUKE who actually didn't do anything wrong. You've just chosen to be a meanie because you can. He's already tired from Training for hours with his team ― then he comes home to you pushing him down against the bed, before he can even register anything, he's hissing in surprise at the way your slicked cunt takes him in one go."Fuck, wait― let me get my shoes off―" He says it in such a whiny and breathless way, that you can't help but rock against him, grinding yourself against his dick so perfectly. He grabs your thighs in hopes to get control of the situation but with how delicious and tight you feel, he partly doesn't want to and he gets what he wants when you begun to ride him ― the way your warmth envelopes him puts a strain on his self-control.

RENSUKE who is gripping onto your waist while you ride him, almost as if he's afraid you'll stop. "baby, I need to shower first― I'm sweaty." He breathlessly confirms yet doing nothing to convince you to stop or even slow down the way you roll your hips against his. What could've possibly happened while he was gone that would trigger such a reaction, that would cause you to practically pounce onto him. "I love you so much." Is all you can reply with, he can't deny that the love is definitely there.

He can't help the way he twitches when your wet and sticky walls suddenly tighten around him, he can't help the gasp that he let's out and when your hips speed up― he can't help but cum, releasing his sticky fluids deeply inside of your aching pussy.

Xyhoo· · · · ✦ ― please do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work on any platform, or claim any of it as your own. 03/04/2023 - 5:11 pm.

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dootznbootz · 20 days

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I was thinking about that Odysseus gray hair headcanon of yours (which i btw love and painfully sob about) and consider:

Penelope seeing him cry in bed, having the realization that when he's lying on his back while crying his tears follow the exact patch of his gray hair. Penelope being out for blood because of that.

Actually, he hates lying on his back after everything... It's something he cannot do anymore. He lies on his side most of the time. Or lies on top of Penelope. (His "favorite bed is made of bone." 😂 As the Water Wife is smaller so when he rests his head on her chest, he's basically right on her sternum. She's fairly flat. She gets SOME squish as she gets older and after pregnancy ofc 😌)

Having a weight on top of him is very upsetting. He usually flips them over or moves. He can no longer be the little spoon either. Penelope cannot lie on his chest. It's just something that has...changed :')

One thing she notices, is that he has 4 little cresent moon shaped scars on his triceps. (some faded ones on his palms too). Then she sees him crossing his arms and realizes they're from him digging his fingernails into himself. Something he used to do while crying on the beaches. The ones on his palms are from the times he was on his back in the cave.

Something that will eventually kind of come into play, is that for Helen, Paris and Deiphobus are dead. She can always be reassured they won't come to get her. For Odysseus, they're GODDESSES...Immortal and can't be 'punished' (nor should they considering they're immortals). Odysseus kind of lives with this fear deep down that they'll somehow come back into his life. They don't. Because THEY DON'T. But he can't shake that fear.

It reassures him that Penelope looks and feels so different. Penelope's smaller, she's fairly cold to the touch, he knows her birthmarks and scars, etc. Calypso was an Oceanaid while Penelope is a Naiad. He hates saltwater for many reasons. Circe felt too hot and felt like burning despite taking Penelope's appearance. Penelope's so cold. etc. Penelope is RIGHT.

Unedited Unfinished snippet of a random wip. Context: He had a bad nightmare.

Shaking with a blank, tear-stained face, Odysseus sat looking away from her. His nails dug into his biceps, the four crescent moon scars proving how often he did this while away. On his palms as well. The tapestry that he tore off the wall (the rod being what broke. Not her own craftsmanship, of course) wrapped around his waist and back. Protecting himself…

Penelope is soooo protective of him though. For example, once while talking with Penelope and Telemachus, Telemachus brings up Calypso (he knows from Menelaus) and asks his dad how he escaped her and how 'dangerous' she was. Was she like Scylla? Odysseus freezes. He doesn't want his son to know of such things. Stuff like that.

Penelope swoops in with distractions and a way for him to sneak away if he needs or to just shove his face under her neck to hide it for a bit. Water Wife is able to get rid of any tears shed so he can look "fine" and keep up appearances.

Odysseus hid his face in her throat, his hands clutching her waist close to him on their shared throne. Another tear spilled out from where it rested upon his lid only to be immediately pulled away. Penelope casually flicked it to the side. Cold hands cupped his face as she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "We can sneak out if you need-" "No." He pulled her closer. He swallowed and steadied his breathing. Vision too blurred to look at the dancers anyway. He had a prettier sight beside him. "I already made a scene." Penelope started to say something before stopping and took a deep breath. "Whatever you need, my Joy." "You," he rasped. "Just you."

I wrote this very quickly just to kind of give the vibes I guess. I also have a headcanon that after Odysseus made their bed, he made a throne bench because these two freaks were constantly squirming and were leaning over so much that it got annoying. It also felt very empty for 20 years :') )

People talk about him. About his episodes of PTSD and his lashing out. And she shuts them down. "He's not mad. He's been through all pains. I'd like to see you do well after going through what he's gone through."

She's out for blood on people who question or mock him. Don't talk about her Joy that way. You don't know anything.

#Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #my headcanons #ask #anon #penelope #odysseus #odypen #odyssey #ehhhhh. these are very rushed but idk. I'm such a slow writer and I'm trying to give you SOME food so you're not starving.#some of his trauma stuff goes into smut-ish or at least Not safe for Wormlings territory sooooooo...sideblog.#dootznbootiez btw

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astroels · 1 year

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request here!

a one-shot of ellie teaching fem!reader how to use her bow and arrow🥹

𝐀 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

a/n: TY FOR THE REQUEST<33 I'm actually so in love with the idea of Ellie teaching reader stuff !! (had to wikihow how to hold a bow, if ur a professional I'm sorry) also peep the arcane reference(I couldn't contain the urge)

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Ellie teaches you how to shoot an arrow

(Jackson ellie, and usage of babe)

You groaned in frustration from not knowing how to aim your bow correctly. There were targets set up just outside of Ellie's shed. With Ellie out on patrol, you had a ton of spear time and really wanted to learn to hunt so you could have a chance to go with her outside the gates. Plus, it wasn't entierly a bad idea to learn how to use a bow for fun. Either way, just relying on memory about how to use a bow was not helping.

You only remembered that Ellie had told you to hold it with the non-dominant hand and to pull back with your dominant, but so far all the arrows had gone to the ground in shame. You weren't sure where you were going wrong. Just one more and you'll head inside you thought. Ellie should be coming back in some time and you didn't want her to see how bad you were at aiming.

As you drew the bow back, you thought about the anchor point to make it go straight. You closed one eye in hopes it would get the arrow to shoot straighter. The string felt so tense as you held it back, near your chin. With the second you let the arrow go, there was a clash of a plant pot breaking. Well, oh shit you thought. Hopefully, Ellie-

"Won't be missing that one," you heard a voice say behind you in a joking tone. You turned around to see Ellie standing there laughing at you and walking closer. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Ellie." All you could think to do was look down in embarrassment, hoping Ellie wouldn't totally hate you. Yeah, you were dating, but the embarrassment was too fresh right now.

Ellie placed her hand onto your shoulder and told you in a sweet tone, "t's alright, babe, I'll have Joel make me another." Her words were reassuring you to finally be able to look at her. "Let me see," She gestered to the bow and arrow. Giving it to her, she drew the bow and held it for a second. Soon after, she let it go and shot right on the bullseye. You just stared at her in shock, "You're such a show off," you scoffed. She turned around with one of her shit eating smirks she always gave. Curse her cockiness. "What can I say? I'm just a great shot." "Yeah, yeah, you always are, my love."

GIving you a lighter smile, Ellie spoke. "I can teach you now, y'know," The way her smiled complimented her eyes always made you feel warm inside. God, she was just perfect. "Well, after that performance, how could you not." You grinned back at her. You turned back to the target with the bow, so she could start her instructions.

"Alright, so hold it how I've said before." Fixing your grip on the bow felt so much more tense with Ellie eyeing your movements. "Was it like this?" You asked in a doubtful tone. "Mmm, fix your thumb into the slot, so it fits a little better." You got your thumb into the pre-dented spot as she said and looked at her for approval. She simply nodded her head and got an arrow. Ellie placed the arrow in the designated spot and gave you a pat on the back as a go to draw the bow. Before you could even think about the angle the arrow would be going in the position you had it, she intervened.

"Here, let me help you, babe." Ellie got behind you and put her hand on your dominant one, helping you put the anchor point at a straight angle. It was right below the top of your jawline. The closeness of Ellie made you flush. Her hair was tickling against your cheek, but the feeling went away as she stepped back. "You're good to shoot now." You took a deep breathe in, hesitating for several seconds.

You looked at Ellie again as she said "Don't stress too much about it, angel." Hearing her voice comforted your doubt and you let go of the arrow, feeling the tense of your hand lessen. Focusing your view on the target, you stared in astonishment at the arrow that was buried in the bullsye.

"See, you're not too bad yourself." The warm feeling in your heart grew as you walked towards Ellie. You loved your girlfriend so much, she always helped you out like this. Reaching her, you gave her a kiss on the cheek and leaned back to speak to her. "You're the best, Ellie."

"I think 'the best' deserves a little more than that, don't you agree?" She snaked her hands around your waist to pull you back in and planted her lips against yours. You deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth that radiated off her. After a few seconds, you leaned out of the kiss, still grasped by her hands. "Now lets hope you're a 'great shot' at showering too, something is still lingering on you," you scrunched your nose. Ellie's face flushed, as she apologized while you both walked into her shed.

#elliesstar #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou 2 #tlou ellie #lesbian #tlou part ii #ellie tlou #ellie x you

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dalisman127y · 5 months

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Mha girls x reader onsen trip

A/N:I had a theory that during the time that my hero academia was set, a monkey called "japanese snow monkeys" probably went extinct.

You happily sat in the water Wich was up to your chin.

You loved soaking in hot springs. Especially with your japanese snow monkey friends before they were hunted to extinction.

Just then you hear the door open and the girls of class 1A walk in.

"oh, sorry girls. I didn't know that this is the girl's bath. I'll get out" you said getting up.

"no, no. it's ok,babe" momo said getting in. "we want you to join us"

The others nod in agreement and step in.

The girls were talking about stuff while you sat on the opposite side of the hot springs.

You have memories of when you sat in hot springs with the last of the japanese snow monkeys and two of them groomed you, a male monkey with a scar on his left eye you named "scar" and a female monkey with no hair on her arms due to Mange named "swoop".

You often protect the troop with scar or collect food with swoop.

But then one day when you got home from school.

"hello? Scar? Swoop?" You said looking around for the snow monkeys. You walk thru town to find them face to fang with a pack of feral dogs. You can only watch as the dogs massacred the last of the japanese snow monkeys, one by one.

A law was then passed to never have feral dogs in their town.

They chased all the feral dogs out of the town.

You look at the fatal injuries almost all the monkeys took and you held a monkey's hand.

"NOOOOO!!!!!!" you yell and the memory ends.

You snap back to reality as toru hagakure touches your shoulder.

"hey, honey. How about you join us. You seemed lonely " toru said.

"oh, um. It's ok,toru. I like being by myself." You said sinking into the water.

"aw,C'mon, ribbit " tsuyu said swimming to you.

"ochako, do the thing" mina said

"ok" ochako said before she gives you the puppy dog eyes.

"oh,oh my god, ochako stop! no,no,no,no. " You said looking away.

She gets closer to you with her puppy dog eyes.

"d'oh all right all right all right all right! Just stop it already." You said.

You blush wildly because.

1. you're serounded by pretty girls.

2. you're feeling highly uncomfortable

And 3. It. Was. Hot!

"AHHHHHH!!!!" you screamed in your head.

"Soo, reader-chan. Was it true?" Mina asked

"what was true?" You asked.

"that you did this with japanese snow monkeys?" Ochako said.

"uhhhhh, yeah, I did." You said.

"would it be ok if we asked some questions?" Momo asked .

"oh yeah sure." You said.

"ok, first question" kyoka said "what does a japanese snow monkey look like?"

"well, a japanese snow monkey is a type of monkey who love to live in snowy areas of Japan. They have white hair and red faces. They also love hot springs. Because it keeps them warm." You said hugging yourself.

"next question" momo asked " how did the Japanese snow monkey go extinct ?"

"well, there are different ways they went extinct." You said pulling out your sketch pad.

"for example... Being exposed to the rabies virus, wildlife conflict, illegal hunting/poaching and habitat segregation all played a key roll in the extinction." You said drawing on the sketch pad.

"no one has seen a japanese snow monkey in 10 years we'd have to be very lucky to actually see one let alone a whole group." You said looking up from the sketch pad.

"well reader chan, we won't have to look very far." Tsuyu said.

"look up there!" Mina said quietly.

You turn to see a white fluffy monkey with a red face.

The monkey jumps off the fence and it walk to you.

It started to groom you.

"umm, what's it doing?" Toru asked.

"it's grooming me." You said "monkeys often groom one another"

You then noticed a similar scar over his eye.

"what the... Scar? Is that you?" You asked.

The monkey jumps for joy and hugs you.

"awwww. I missed you too,old friend." You said returning the hug. Momo sheds a tear.

"how? How did..." You asked.

Scar makes incoherent noises.

"uhhhh, what's he saying?" Jiro asked.

"he's saying.." you said translating, "my troop was ran out by a stronger troop of japanese snow monkeys. We had to move out of the forest and into the local town."

"but then we were ambushed by a pack of feral dogs. We had to go. I ordered a few of my troops to hold back the monsters so we can sneak away. And sneak away, we did. We traveled for months for a year until we found this place." You said still translating.

"I see, but why?" Momo asked.

The monkey chitters and you nod. "They were looking for me this whole time." You said hugging scar.

"awwwwwwwwwww" the girls said.

Scar climbs out of the water, and hoots.

A female monkey with no hair on her arms comes out holding two babies in her arms.

"hey, it's swoop." Jiro said.

Ochako gasps "oh my god! she has babies!!!"

"congratulations,swoop. With these babies you'll most certainly save your species" you said.

#ochako uraraka x reader #momo yaoyorozu x reader #tsuyu asui x reader #mina ashido x reader #toru hagakure x reader #kyoka jiro x reader

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yannymg · 1 year

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fake sympathy

what poor girl, she didn't deserve such fate, it's so tragic that it's almost amusing..

and you wish that girl was you.

so beautiful, so cheerful, so charismatic, so dead and so calm now. Maybe she wasn't so smart, but she sure was herself and that's what mattered, but now, nothing matters, your good friend, you thought you very only friend, is no more here now. but she wasn't your friend, my sunshine. she was a fucking little two-faced bitch, i just saved you~! now, where's my 'thank you'~? those words, those awful corrupted words they went through your head, but they came out the other ear, you couldn't even get mad at them, all that was in your head was dead view of her that was just breaking your heart, she will never smile at you again, hug you, make you find a reason to keep getting out of bed, no, no more. you fell to your knees, literally howling in tears. you heard a quiet, pleasant to the ear giggle, the only fact you hated is that, that it was actually so warm to hear it was almost comforting, you almost could feel that somebody actually tries to calm you down, to say that's everything is gonna be okay, that they're sorry for your loss. but it's just not that, you know them, they couldn't never comfort you.

ahaha..h...my, my, i can't... i just can't stop looking at you, my dear. something grabs your hair tightly pulling your head up, just to meet his eyes full of desire, and weird combination of glances you couldn't read, but there's one thing you could definitely tell from his expression. he did really fucking enjoy what he sees right now. he grabbed you by the jaw and lifted you close to his face so he could see every little detail of your pitiful little face, your salty but for him for sure sweet tears. he did it. you know he fucking did it. you don't know how but he could be only one who was able to make someone commit suicide in no time. he's fucking monster, you hate him so much. you want him dead, not your dead dearest friends. you grab his wrists tightly, digging your nails into them, you want them to hurt, you want him to hurt, even you know you can't do that, you only made him annoyed. what's that? you trying to stop being adorable? that's okay, i'll make you again~

something starts to choke you, it's his hands that left your face alone and now they're going to punish you for your resistance. he's not strangling you with the intention of killing you, you can feel it. it's too light yet enough to scare you again, stress you out, and make you shed tears again. it's suits you, you know, these tears, and my hands around your neck... ahhahh... i could just break your fucking spine in half within a fucking second, you know, but your pathetic little expression, i just love it so much... i love you so much, ahahah... you shiver as you feel something warm on your cheek. his tongue licks up your tear, you feel so grossed, you want to die, you wish you never met him, you wish you never trusted him. he pulls you in tight embrace, you hate it, why it feels comforting? you don't want it, you don't want his comforting, he's to blame for all of this. yet your exhaustion with all this despair won't even let you fight it, you just let him hold you, let yourself feel loved in some weird way, accept his fake sympathy. after some time in his hands you actually forgetting what you were crying all about. 🤯 HAHASDSA ok it's end here i think hehe it's sorta just my own work, it's not for any fandom really,, sorry- i pretty much keept information to a minimum here i hope it wasn't annoying ;] but yea the characters here are my ocs :D the reader is supposed to be one of my oc also and uhh yea idk i talk too much anyway i hope you enjoyed thank you for reading and have a great day!!<3

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere noncon #yandere oneshot #yandere demon x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x y/n #yandere writing #yandere x reader #demon yandere #tw noncon #tw yancore #yancore #obssesive #obsessive yandere

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itsaninfestation · 20 days

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🎭

Kylee woke up.

She had never awoken in a prefect sitting position before, but she supposed she had little choice in the matter when her hand and securely taped to the back of her dining chair.

Her head throbbed. She wanted to curse in pain, but the motion only revealed that her mouth was also duct taped.

"Well, good morning sleepy head! Or should I say, good evening? It's, like, 6pm." The voice was peppy and bright with a haunting hint of familiarity that sent chills up her spine.

Her vision was blurred from her skewed glasses made it difficult to properly see the brightly colored figure that approached her. The stranger chuckled and adjusted them for her.

The first thing Kylee noticed was the amber eyes that stared back at her through their own cat eye frames. The same eyes she saw in the mirror every morning.

Kylee let out a muffled cry of confusion. She could taste the adhesive on her lips.

"I know, weird, right?" The woman giggled as she pulled up the matching dining chair. She sat down with poise, ensuring that her pencil skirt did not wrinkle. "I was particularly confused when I arrived here. I wasn't supposed to dimension hop here. I was supposed to end up in a world where we don't exist, but c’est la vie."

The woman pauses a moment, looking upset, but that is quickly replaced with the same canned smile.

"Yes. I did say 'we', because we are the same person in a sense," she huffed and waved a manicured hand. He bright yellow nails flickered in the light. "Though I'm sure you know a thing or two about alternate dimensions since you keep close tabs on the X-Men of this world. So, we can simply say that I'm just a better version of you and just move on."

She did look like Kylee; if Kylee decided to bleach her hair blonde and wear the gaudiest clothes imaginable (she hated cheetah print)! The woman was every bad esthetic that she would have never picked. A twisted, colorful version of herself.

Emphasis on the 'twisted'; who the hell kidnapped a version of themselves instead of having a normal adult conversation?

(Scratch that; she could think of at least one.)

Kylee wanted to protest; she wriggled conformably as she tried to mumble through the tape.

"...No, I'm not going to un-tape your mouth; I'm not an idiot. I just establish that I'm you. That includes powers. Powers that you never truly tapped into; I might add."

Kylee cocked her head.

This time that alter-Kylee smiled a genuine, terrifying smile that showcased her large front teeth.

"'Bugging' people is only the bare basics of what we can do," shed slid her chair closer to Kylee -- close to the point of uncomfortable. "Did you know we infiltrate a human body; that we can taint their soul with a piece of our own and bring out their worst insecurities? I can even tap into my little beauties while they are separated from me. I can use them to manipulate a person's body. A person's mind, like the psychics we both hate."

She laughed a truly joyous laugh.

"The Betsy Braddock of my world learned very quickly that there is more than one way to get into someone's mind. She may have had control of the metaphysical, but she could not touch the literal bug crawling inside her brain... She will never read minds again."

"Don't worry, I won't kill you or make you braindead."

Alter-Kylee's voice echoed through her head. Her head pounded with each word.

"I actually would like to be your friend! You can even think of me as a twin sister if you want; I'd like that!"

"I'd hate for things to go south between us. That's why I had to show you who the superior Kylee was first, to prevent any unnecessary squabble.

Fuck, in another world she was a psychopath.

"Psychopath is a bit of a strong word. No, I'm not insane. I'm just ...assertive."

The woman gently danced her fingers on the tape that covered Kylee's mouth.

"What do you say, sis?"

#rp prompts #ask me anything #positivelybeastly #I couldn't help but make her own Dark Beast #especially since you asked

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thevagabondexpress · 5 months

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1, 12, and 23 for my blorbos (Matthew, Alastair, and Thomas.)

I answered all of them for all of them because you didn't specify that I couldn't :)

Matthew I like because I am also a chronic fashionista. My closet looks like a costume shed and has about that much material in it too. I have so much jewellery I need a replica salmagundi tin to store it out. I may not be addicted to any dangerous substances but I have a serious retail therapy problem and boy does it show.

Matthew and Alastair because we share a trauma: psychopathic fifth graders. I may not relate much to the rest of Alastair's story but I know what it's like to have the kid you called best friend for five years throw gravel at you, it does things to the brain and he'll always have a place in my heart for surviving that with me.

Thomas because this guy has hidden depths. He looks like he's just this kind doofus but he has so many more layers than that and I especially love the angry ones.

12.

Matthew: I don't usually deal with headcanons about canon where [we know what] happened but I do have this one about that—in his grief and also in attempting to grow closer to his father he tries approaching science from a theatre perspective. He befriends a few stage effects people, gets them to help him understand how this chemistry stuff works. And then he accidentally gets himself way too into the backstage side of theatre. Maybe as a Shadowhunter he can't act on stage which would be his preference but nobody said he couldn't take home a project or two for an overwhelmed costume mistress or be an advising consultant on Baroque furniture for the set people or—

Alastair: he started messing with his hair when he was in the Academy already, even before he started dyeing it. Elias wouldn't shell out cash for Alastair to get his hair cut while he was there and he wasn't going around with long hair other people could pull, no sir, plus he wasn't facing down his father's insults about it, so he taught himself to do it. He'd hack away with the shears and the first few times it looked absolutely horrendous but with practice he learned tricks and got better. Between that and the hair dye he's actually secretly a really good hairstylist but nobody will ever know because he won't do it for anyone else. After the events of Chain of Thorns he decides he'll give in and try having someone else cut his hair, he doesn't have to do it anymore so he can lay off and relax now. He hates it. It doesn't look right. The barbers don't know his style the way he does. He goes straight back to doing it himself.

Thomas: he likes knit sweaters/jumpers, which are just barely starting to become a Thing then, and they'll really kick off during the wars. Particularly argyle and cable-knit. They're warm, he looks good in them, and they go on and off a lot easier than waistcoats. The problem is they're not easy to find in his size. He has to order in from some obscure local company in some small town somewhere and spend nearly as much on postage as he does on the sweaters themselves.

23.

23 is hard because I do not under any circumstances have good answers for this nor energy to dig them up because I interact with the art so little. Like, it exists, I'm aware of it, I've seen it, but it's not my preferred way of engaging the media so I kind of like it all equally and don't really have attachments.

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sansxfuckyou · 1 year

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I'm sure they don't fit like that

Summary: He doesn't realize it, but lack of being able to make time for his old habit is driving him insane, he only realizes when Twilight complains that his outfit is a bit torn.

Warnings: Stress, the smallest bit of blood, the measuring for sewing got intimate, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: It's been a good long while since I last wrote for LOZ/LU of any kind, but I've been missing writing about them since I stopped, and yes if it feels like its getting to sex it is not because I planned to post this on Tumblr, and reblogs are always appreciated.

Warriors has been stressed lately.

He doesn't know where it comes from, or why he feels so volatile, but his fingers feel numb and so does his brain. Sparring won't lighten his mood, cooking won't make him calm down, sleeping isn't an option anymore. His teammates can't ease frayed nerves either, he just, hasn't been able to hold it together, and its driving him up the walls and down the mental abyss.

His fingers pluck at frayed nerves, his teeth bite at dry lips, his eyes dart back and forth, his pain receptors are dulled, his appetite is nothing.

And he doesn't know how to fix it.

He doesn't like that he doesn't know how to fix himself.

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Warriors is sitting on a log, rummaging through his bag as Twilight cooks a simple meal. His jacket is full of stitches that go off seam into the domain of where tears once frequented, he wishes he had patches for the larger tears back then. He eventually hits something, retracting his hand with a hiss, he doesn't second guess trying to grab it again; he's greeted with a spool of brown thread, a needle lodged into it.

He rolls it around in his hand, after removing the needle, his shaking stops, if only he had something to stitch, something to fix. He's so fixated on the reel of thread, its actually embroidery floss on closer inspection, he doesn't notice Twilight sitting beside him. The smallest ooze of crimson spills into the brown from where his thumb was pricked, its neat how it absorbs the fluid.

"You good?" Twilight asked, placing a hand on Warriors shoulder, catching his attention as he shuffles to put down the thread, sliding the needle through the fabric of his pants so it won't fall to the ground.

"I'm fine, just, shaky," Warriors said, running a hand through his hair, blonde, somehow well kept and unkempt at the same time, no one really knew how though; he didn't realize it, but he was already reaching for the spool of thread again, "hows the food coming along?"

"It'll be done by the time everyone finishes getting supplies, that I'm sure of, although I must ask, why do you have thread and needle in your bag?" Twilight asked as he shed his green tunic, he normally never took it off, but recently a tear formed due to heavy usage of the garment, and the frayed thread was really starting to get to him.

"I sewed a lot, during war times that is, to keep me distracted from the carnage," Warriors answered with, Twilight nodded, gently placing hands on top of his teammates when they started to shake again as the bloodshed slowly replayed itself inside his head, "it's simple, easy, puts you in a trance, nothing really matters aside from the fact you're fixing something, and sometimes making something."

"I get that, it, it sounds a lot like when I cook," Twilight said, lifting his hands when Warriors stopped shaking and breathing and slowed down again, it didn't speed up much either, "if, you feel alright could you fix this tear for me?"

Twilight handed his tunic to Warriors who held the rough fabric gingerly in his hands, he knew it was durable, he knew it had been through so much, but he also knew everything was delicate under a sharp edge. He flipped it around, searching for the tear, when he found it, his eyes widened, it sat under the fur, and it was much larger than expected, did he even have enough thread to fix it? He slid his arms along both sides of the inner fabric, pulling them apart to get a handle on how he should try to mimic it in the fix. How long the thread should hold it apart, how tight he needed to keep it, how loose it needed to stay for comfort, little things.

"Sure, yeah, of course I can, easy fix if I have a patch," Warriors said before folding the tunic, setting it down beside him as he search his bad, looking for an older patch of fabric, finding a spare one of his own tunics and a pair of fabric shears. He held up the somewhat hefty scissors in his left hand and his own tunic in his other hand, he grimaced as he held up the scissors, Twilight stopped him.

"It's fine, you don't have to, its more important that you have a spare tunic," Twilight said, Warriors felt a bit belittled at the statement.

"I said I would fix it, didn't I? Besides this tunic has a bloodstain that refuses to come out and I'll never wear it again," Warriors said, he was lying, lying so much, but he just needed to cleave his tunic in twain so he could make the patches before he changed his mind, "I can't let you go walking around with your tunic in that shape either way."

"Okay, I have to go tend to the food before its ruined," Twilight said before standing up and brushing down his clothes, it was weird not wearing his tunic, he felt stripped of protection without it, but Warriors was making it more secure.

Warriors slowly clipped along the thread line of his tunic, he had done this before, but he was used to the garments being a bit more destroyed when he butchered them into patches and pieces. He separated sleeves from the bodice, he could use them as gauze later on, he clipped a chunk of fabric from the green and lined it up to the tear in Twilights tunic on the inside. The fabric had different colors, Twilights was a lot less limey than Warriors, and the texture was different as well due to durability.

"You're not sensitive to certain textures, right?" Warriors asked, the fabric of his tunic was smooth, and he knew that Four was highly sensitive to certain textures, he just wanted to make sure that Twilight wouldn't mind.

"Some of them, yes, the fabric you have is fine though," Twilight answered with, tone absent as he sipped at the broth the meat was now braising in, refusing to explain why he was so sure of that fact, Warriors didn't know why.

"Cool, thanks," Warriors said as he clipped down the patch, rooting through his bag for more pins to hold it in place, pulling the small tin out of his bag, holding a few between his teeth before removing them to speak again, "why do you know that my tunic is a good texture?"

"Bad fight, you were knocked unconscious, my outfit was mostly shredded but nothing more, everyone else was to weak to carry you, so I did, not the most pleasant experience to bleed out on someone as you stumble back to safety, but you were clutching onto me for the most part, so I had to deal with the texture, its quiet nice I must say," Twilight explained, barely pausing as he did, focusing more on finding the garlic powder in his bag, groaning when he realized it spilled at the bottom of his bag; he shook out his last empty journal over the pot of broth to get the last bit flavor missing, "hope that didn't come across as weird, cause you look kind of shook."

"No, no I'm fine, just let me know later on if its bugging you, by then we might have some more fabric to work with," Warriors said, pulling his gaze away from The Hero of Twilight upon realizing he was staring, he started to thread the needle, getting it on the first try even though his hands still shook a bit.

He pulled thread through fabric, pushing the needle harder when he came across the parts where the fabric thickened. It was really, really soothing, and he didn't understand exactly why it was putting him back together, but he wasn't complaining either. He just kept on stitching, kept on relaxing, unaware of the soft smile on his face, unaware that he had stopped shaking, only vaguely aware of the fact he had started humming. Watching as he brought two things together, relishing in the fact he could fix it, therapeutic repeated motions, it didn't last forever but he still loved it.

When he realized he was done patching up the tunic, he noticed how still he was, how calm his breathing was, how good he felt. He held up the tunic, it looked fine, he flipped it inside out, still fine, he clipped the loose thread, the brown stood out against green, no one would see it though.

"Your tunics done," Warriors said, grabbing Twilights attention from the food he was transferring to a surface that wouldn't cook it any further, he smiled a bit."

"Thanks, really, haven't had a good tunic in ages," Twilight said as he walked over to Warriors who handed him the tunic, he slid it over top of his undershirt, it still fit snug, and the transition between patch and original fabric was smooth, he barely noticed, "still fits perfectly."

"Good to know my skill haven't gone out of use, yet, but, I am a bit worried that it might be chafing in certain spots due to the way its designed, if I find my tape measure could I take your measurements to make sure I can fix it?" Warriors asked, spinning the needle between his fingers like one would with a pencil, avoiding Twilights judging gaze.

"I suppose, although I think its supposed to fit snug," Twilight said as he tugged on his tunic, although, now that Warriors had presented the possibility of it fitting wrong, it wouldn't leave his mind that it did fit wrong.

"Twilight, no, take off your fucking shirts, now," Warriors demanded as he started to rifle through his bag for the tape measure, he needed to make sure his teammate wasn't wearing improperly fitted outfits, they were uncomfortable.

"What?" Twilight asked rapidly, very confused as he reached to pull his tunic off again, following whatever train of though Warriors was having.

"Or don't, the approximation will be close enough," Warriors said as he held up the yellow tape, smiling a bit as he trotted over to Twilight, unfurling the roll and pressing it gently to Twilights chest, across the pectorals, he pulled it roughly in the back, eliciting a stumble, "hold still so I don't mess this up, imbecile."

"Sorry, but I've never had someone take my measurements before, so this is really weird," Twilight barked at Warriors who smirked, used to reactions like this when he would resize outfits for his companions in the wars, he noticed the tint on Twilights face.

"Don't make it sexual man," Warriors said with a smug grin as he memorized the number, releasing his tape measure before lowering it down, pulling it tight around Twilights waist, he got a sharp sounding intake of air, "I still have at least one measurement to take so sit tight."

A prompt nod and he jostled the measuring tape to make sure it stayed straight all around, he took the number, one he didn't expect if he was being honest. This was always one of the more awkward measurements to take, but to try and keep his dignity he stood at Twilights side before hooping it around his hips, a visible tense. He tried to make it quick, he really did, but he just kept on telling himself it could be worse; he got the number and rolled it up.

"You can put your tunic on again," Warriors said as he jotted down the notes in the back of his journal, he would have to measurements for everyone soon enough, their outfits could get ruined, and he was the only one who knew how to sew, "sorry about that, just be glad I'm not altering trousers."

"And why is that?" Twilight asked as he sat next to Warriors, holding his tunic tightly instead of wearing it.

"For trousers you have to take the inner leg measurement, that one is really hard to take without feeling horrible about doing it," Warriors explained as he played with the tape measure, "would you be okay if I took the measurements for your shoulders as well, they look a bit wider than an average Hylians."

"Sure, should I take off my undershirt so it'll be a better measurement?" Twilight asked, reaching to pull it off, Warriors shook his head.

"Approximations will be fine for now, I'll get proper measurements sometime later," Warriors said as he gently wrapped the tape measure around Twilights shoulders, tugging as the Hylian straightened his posture, the measure was just above average, "done, alterations should be finished by the end of the week, or when I run out of supplies, whichever comes first."

"You really don't have to do this for me," Twilight said, handing his tunic to Warriors who started to measure the fabric, aware he would have to add seam allowance for the hemming.

"Incorrect, you came to me, I said I would do it, so I'm doing it all the way through," Warriors said, humming a little bit, the rest of The Chain was starting to trickle back in as well, right on time as Twilight started to serve the meal, broth that had been reducing for a while a gravy over the tear apart meat.

All of them sat together by the fire, food kept warm, gravy kept liquid, everyone complimented the flavor. It was a quiet buzz of conversation going on between everyone, and everyone could tell Warriors wasn't stressed anymore.

"What did you two do while we were gone?" Hyrule asked, smirking a bit, letting his thoughts run wild.

"Sewing," Warriors said absently as he started to work on Twilights tunic as the wolfish Hylian answered Hyrules question, guiding the conversation away from Warriors.

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mikwaa · 1 year

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Pairing: Zhonglix f! Reader

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, graphic descriptions of blood and violence, enemies to friends to lovers.

Lenght- 4,724

Here is the masterlist of this series!

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"Are you really going alone?" That was the first thing you asked Xiao as soon as you saw him getting ready to leave.

It was still early in the morning, it was raining and the weather was cold, and yet Xiao decided that he would go.

"We have already talked about this. As I told you, I won't be long."

You huffed, the problem was not whether it would be fast or not, but the fact that he wanted to do it alone.

"You're a real hardhead. But since you won't listen to me, please take care of yourself." You say considerate.

He answered with a whisper.

"I'm serious Xiao." You pull him by the arm.

"I know. Don't worry about me, I'll be more at ease if you tell me you won't be so upset about it." A brief smile draws itself on his face.

"I'm not upset, just worried." You say.

He nods, knowing deep down that there isn't much to be said that could comfort you. On the other hand, you knew that you couldn't stop him even if you wanted to, so the best thing to do was just accept it. You waved to him as he walked away until he disappeared into the early morning hours.

You felt something strange in your chest, anguish perhaps. But after so much time working together, for him to take this action alone was something that made you uneasy.

But as a sort of consolation, Bosacius had gotten much better during the last few days, which was genuinely a surprise to you. He was now able to do small patrols around the inn, and although his memory still failed him sometimes, he tried very hard to understand or remember things. And of course you couldn't be happier about this, after all it was what you had been searching for all these years, and now you are being duly rewarded.

Since Bosacius started taking responsibility for the surroundings of the inn, you have been freer to go to more distant places. Which has actually helped a lot in your search for antidotes. You had already found a new place that you had to keep an eye on constantly, since it was close to the harbor. And of course you also had to keep an eye out for Morax, for sure you would have a major disagreement if he knew.

Actually you chose that place because it was already well developed, which confused you. The place was in great condition, as if someone had just been there. But since you found it, you haven't found anyone in the vicinity of the area.

It was like a big shed, full of equipment and some beings. And the beings that were there were none other than the ruins guards, all deactivated of course. But there was a device that was able to activate them, which again left you disconcerted. You could think of several names of people who might be in this place, but you couldn't think of any that actually made sense.

Besides, it was a more secluded area, meaning that the person who made it knew that it needed to be reserved when making the shed. Because if not, it would be destroyed in the blink of an eye.

However, as soon as you arrived you saw a strange movement, some local guards along with an abnormal flow of people. You remained at a distance watching and trying to figure out what it was all about. You saw some people being taken out of there, they weren't badly hurt, just some bruises.

As soon as everyone had left, you headed into the area. Inside it looked like a storm had passed, everything was messed up, and most of the equipment was broken. It was as if there had been a fight in there. But strangely the ruins guards remained intact.

"So that's you again." The familiar voice echoes through the place.

You turn to face Morax, who had a haunting face. He was never disheveled, or without his gentlemanly manner, and you could hardly notice a hairline that was untidy. But now he was a mess, his hair partially loose, his clothes crumpled, and he was certainly not in the best of moods.

"What do you mean?" You say in a stammering voice.

"Don't try to get smart with me. If you didn't do it, what are you doing here?" He says, stabilizing his posture.

You blinked twice, and repeated the phrase in your head. He couldn't have been thinking that you, of all people, would try anything.

"What are you implying? Don't tell me you're suspicious of me?" You can't deny that you were displeased by the tone he was using, or worse, that he was thinking you were to blame for all this.

"Childe had already told me about your dubious movements, I didn't believe him. But seeing you here in person confirms my assumptions." He says credulously in his speech.

"So you believe that Fatui more than you believe me?" You sounded extremely offended.

"It's not a matter of trust, it's what I just witnessed. Don't tell me you didn't know about this place?" Morax says aggressively.

"Yes, I did, after all, it was I who made it here. But I am not an irresponsible person who let one of the ruins' guards escape." At this point you assumed that this is what had happened.

"Oh no? Then who was it?" He says dismissively.

"I don't know, how would I know? If I knew I would have prevented it." You say in haste.

"Don't try to make a fool out of me. I know you're inconsequential enough to do that. Are you angry because I broke up your little joke?" He had a haughty tone now.

You looked at him sordidly. How much of an imbecile could he be in a split second?

"You're full of yourself, aren't you? What if it was me, huh? What are you going to do?" You say scornfully.

"If no one has set limits on you, I will. Remember your place." He was completely impetuous.

He raises his spear, making it very clear what he wanted.

"Starting a fight Morax? I won't let myself be shaken by you." You also raise your spear and put yourself in a more alert position.

Morax moves towards you quickly, you dodge with ease. You move toward him, causing him to momentarily lose his balance. In that instant, you remembered a 'weak point' he had, acquired in a fight with a very powerful God, centuries ago.

It was on his back, a little near his shoulder, and if you remember correctly besides the scar that was visible until today, if you used a good amount of elemental energy on the area, it would cause Morax to have a kind of shock, and he would be paralyzed for a few seconds. It was more than you needed to excel.

So that's how you did it, it was blunt and fast. You cut a piece of his clothing to have direct contact with the place, and as soon as you put one of your hands on it you used elemental energy to make him lose control of himself. You hastily push him to the ground, and immobilize him. Making him unable to move properly.

You were leaning over him, with your spear pressed against his neck. Your gaze was maleficent, you could end it all right now. You could avenge everything he had done, but no, that was not what you wanted.

You wanted to show that he was not the owner of absolute power, on the contrary. A weak and submissive Archon, who was now at the mercy of a simple servant.

Oh, how merciless.

"You should be ashamed of yourself for surrendering so fast." You say disapprovingly.

"That was a low gesture on your part." He says with baited breath.

You half-clench your eyes, putting more force with your spear on his neck. A drop of blood drips down, and you give a laughing look." I've watched you fight for years, do you really think I wouldn't remember your techniques, master." You say the last word in disgust.

You can feel that he was trying to react, trying to make a pile of stone fall down next to you.

"Don't try. It won't work. In any case, is that the best you can think of?” You say with your libertine tone, an affront.

"You know very well that if I want to finish you off here and now, I can." He says in a snarl.

"Then why don't you? Don't tell me you're sorry, you're really pitiful. Slag." You made a point of speaking your mind, what you kept to yourself for so long.

"What do you want? Do you want to finish me off? Go ahead, vent your boundless rage. Betray your own Archon." He says clearly frustrated.

"You are no longer my Archon, Morax. I've told you that several times, and it looks like I'm going to have to tell you again.” You say, averse to his words.

Quicker than you could realize he reverses things and manages to immobilize you. You can hear the sound your spear makes as it falls to the ground. "And I've said it many times before, don't measure strength with me." And in a hateful way, he was saying it with total conviction. He knew he was stronger, and so do you.

"And? You were just now at the mercy of a simple Yaksha, what a joke, huh?" You say it jokingly, completely reckless.

His gaze narrowed, as he wrinkled his eyebrows. “Even in surrender you don't stop? Frankly, you need a good lecture.”

You laughed, laughing harder than you should. And really, the impetuous Morax who finished off his enemies on the battlefield, now said you needed a lecture?

"I'm not joking." Morax says, and soon you realized that his spear was wedged into your arm.

You swallowed hard, as you looked down at your arm. Morax hadn't lost his brutality yet, he was just hiding it.

"Keep laughing, I want to see if you have the audacity." You hated the way he seemed so untouchable, so fearless.

You gasped faintly, the bastard was pushing even harder against you.

"You can go on for hours, I'm not going to beg you to let me go.” Your stubbornness could be two things, a blessing or a curse.

His golden orbs hovered over your face, as you worried your arm, he analyzed you. It was obvious that his intention was not to kill you, although it didn't seem like it. But he wanted to show that even if you don't admit it, you still have to follow his orders.

He was already thinking of getting rid of you in some way, but what you were doing could not be done by anyone else. And it was an idea that he discarded over time, since you were apparently not causing any kind of trouble.

One of the biggest reasons Morax wanted to send you away was the fear that you would be consumed by karma and lose control, doing something that would compromise everyone. Since he didn't know how aggressive you might get if you contracted the karma, after all, you weren't very formidable normally.

"We can finish this nicely, but you need to leave. Or I'll have to do it myself." He says sincerely.

You look at him and stare, how could he throw all your years of work away like that? For an act that hadn't even been you, besides the coldness and indifference he expressed, he was so detached from you. As if you were worthless.

"You can't, even if you want to. You need me Morax, like it or not, you still need my work." You say dismissively, he couldn't deny that he would be unable to do the things that only you knew how to do. You say this in the hope of changing the topic, or finding a loophole to get out of the situation.

"No one is irreplaceable, not even you. Besides, your work is average, nothing I can't handle." He says smugly, at the same time inanely.

"Oh, yeah? Then why have you kept me here until today? Hm? You know perfectly well that things wouldn't work without me." You say annoyed. Even if you were sure of what you were talking about, Morax's unwavering gaze made you doubt.

"You're right. But I also have a point, no one is irreplaceable. So I could easily put someone else in your place, or I could even take over your post." He says slyly, cunningly, clearly expecting a reaction from you.

"You know better than that, you wouldn't be able to stop the miasmas so easily. Besides, you wouldn't be able to handle divine karma, I bet you would succumb at the first opportunity. Imagine that, you with karma, slowly going crazy. And being left in the corner, you couldn't handle it. You're too weak for that." You say that in a sharp, defiant way. Morax could take many things, but he would never accept being forgotten. Never.

His face softened, giving way to a strange expression. One that even you couldn't tell if it was disappointment, anger, annoyance, or something else.

"You still haven't forgotten that?" He asks.

"Never. I'll never forget the stupid thing you did to us. "You say through clenched teeth.

Surprisingly, he's quiet. And he seemed to ponder, and you would love to know what was going through his mind.

Your vision began to blur, you felt your strength fading. And at the same time you felt so weak, you felt completely stupid for letting yourself be beaten like that.

His eyes widened, and he seemed surprised to see you weakened. He couldn't imagine that with a small portion of his strength he could finish you off, funny, how could he not measure his unstoppable strength?

"Another death in your story, Morax." You struggle to mutter those words.

"I have no claim to that." He says as he rests your body against the rocky wall right behind you.

"Xiao will hate you when he finds out." You say in a sort of squeak.

He sighs, his face taking on a worried expression. As you slowly closed your eyes, in a tenuous way even. You could still feel your body perfectly, but you felt completely unable to make the slightest movement.

Morax slowly pulled his spear from your arm, quickly isolating the area to prevent you from losing too much blood. Which you considered a bit dumb on his part, injuries of this type you can't take the weapon out in an abrupt manner. But of course Morax didn't give a damn about such things.

"You'll be fine. It will just take some time, if you like I can take care of this wound for you." He says calmly, quietly.

What made you wonder, how he could hurt you in such a way and then act like the holiest being in the world?

He was so rough but so gentle at the same time. So smart and so dumb. So friendly but also so treacherous.

"I don't need you." You say snidely, taking the opportunity to stand up since he was no longer pushing you.

You tumbled, and held on to the wall as a way not to fall. Morax promptly gave you support, which you refused as soon as you felt his hands on your body.

"Take it off. I don't need your help now." You say squawking.

"Stop being stubborn, look at the state you're in, you can barely walk." He says apprehensively.

You turn to him, and stare at him. Your eyes expressed as much hatred as possible, while his, in a twisted way, expressed concern.

"Honestly, you hurt me and then you want to help me? Are you crazy or what?" You replied.

"You started it. You know very well what happens to those who break the contract.” He says, crossing his arms.

"You broke it first, not me.” You answer him angrily, and in fact he is the one who came here to threaten you. What did he want? For you to keep quiet?

He opened his mouth to speak, but decided not to complicate the situation any further.

"Every time I see you, you find a different way to prove to me that you are useless." You say smoothly, in a low tone.

"Tell me how, tell me what I did to you that was so bad.” He seemed to have forgotten the fight just now.

When he asks you that, it's not that he doesn't know the answer, it's because he wants to hear it from you.

"You know perfectly well. I always tolerated your spoiled attitude most of the time, but from the moment you hurt my friends' integrity, I stopped. I stopped acting as if you could do anything." You sounded more snarky than you thought.

"You mean karma? The fact that I didn't do anything.” He says, and you can hear a certain guilt in his sentence.

"Yes, not only that, but your posture. You haven't given us anything, not even a lousy helping hand. Even a word of comfort, but you didn't even have the dignity to do that.” You say.

"I didn't know what to do about it, it could be something infectious and could cause a big problem if it was. I decided it was best to leave it alone, we already had too many stigmas at that time.” Morax says.

"What do you mean put it aside? As if we were nothing? What would it have cost you to at least try? Oh, right, I forgot that we weren't really anything.”

"I didn't know...I didn't know, don't you think I was terrified too?" Morax says with teary eyes.

"Well, I didn't think so. You seemed completely confident with every decision you made.” You say between clenched teeth, with every word he said you felt the anger consume you.

"In the midst of so many losses, so many friends from so long ago. Do you really think I'm a complete stone? Do you think I didn't feel for each one that's gone?"

His eyes now no longer had the flashy glint, or the warm look he used to express. He still had that beautiful look in his eyes, but now they expressed pure sadness and melancholy.

"Then why didn't you do anything afterwards? Why didn't you try to help? I asked you over and over again, why didn't you ever answer my call?" The emotion in your voice was pure, and you didn't care if you were showing your fragility to him. It was as if you were hearing the harsh words he said to you at the time.

"I don't know.... I just don't know. Maybe it was fear of making the situation worse? I didn't know how to react, or what to do." His guilt was clear, followed by endless remorse. "I hesitated. I didn't know what to do, how to act. What could I say, what could I do? I don't know, I felt bewildered in the middle of so much chaos." He said ruefully.

"Running away is never the option-" You are interrupted.

"It's cowardice." Morax completes the sentence his own proclaimed.

You felt a warm tear gently run down your cheek. Morax silently watched the fall of your tear.Even if he didn't speak, his gaze conveyed all the emotions he would never be able to put into words.

"You are the worst. I can't do it." You put one of your hands to your mouth to hold back a sob.

The pain in your arm was the least of your worries or hurts, it was the mental strain that was killing you. It was as if you had gone back in time, bringing everything up again.

"I just wanted you to understand my side, and I will understand if you don't agree." Morax says softly, hopeful even.

But of course you wouldn't agree, nor would you be able to understand. You didn't care if you were showing weakness in front of him, although you hated the idea of having someone see you as weak. You just felt that you could give yourself this opportunity to demonstrate some different image of yourself, one that was not the usual executioner.

"I know I won't have your redemption, but at least I would like to be able to enjoy a few brief moments. It is since I have chosen this path for a simpler life, I would like to have friends by my side to share my experiences." He says approaching.

As soon as you look at Morax you can't help but remember a conversation you had a long time ago.

"Morax, I have been looking for you for the last few days. Are you sick or something? We need you in battle.” You say.

"I have other matters to attend to. In the matter of battles I am sure you can manage." He says stoically, without even looking at you.

"But are you okay or what? What's stopping you from joining us? We're having to deal with a lot of things too, besides, if you would help us, we could save effort for both parties." You let it out, perhaps a bit audacious on your part. Imagine, responding with a certain effrontery to the much feared Morax.

"This is not an exchange of favors. I must remind you who is in command and who obeys here." He says snidely.

This was not able to shake you, on the contrary, you felt completely devalued as soon as you heard the sentence.

"So this is how it works? Because I might as well divert some troops, and make a slight mess of things. What do you think?" You say astutely, if that's the way he wanted it to be, you would follow his game. With a slight deviation, you would follow your own rules.

He lifted his head and gave you a disapproving, even grim look.

"Since when did your tongue get so sharp? Don't tell me you've lost your fear?" He says.

And of course, it was fear that he wanted people to have, not respect. But you had been through so many things, you had been between life and death so many times, so why would he scare you?

The strength and brutality he exuded? Or maybe his rustic manner? These were just some of his defining characteristics, at least the ones most often mentioned about the dreaded Morax.

But frankly, you'd been in battle with worse and darker things, so who would care about going up against an Archon?

"Just an insinuation, hypothetical. But in fact it would be better if you would accompany us, we don't want to have to double up to accomplish things you should be doing." You return the strong, deep tone he used with you.

He looks at you with a mixture of disdain and defiance. And you can see a slight air of sovereignty on his face.

"If that's what you're worried about, I'm already taking steps. But as I have already made clear, you can do this, so don't come here to challenge me. This time I'll let it go, but next time you'll be duly reminded of where you belong." He says menacingly, with great insight.

"You can threaten me all you want, I won't lower my head. I know my place very well, and you should know yours. Next time I'll let the cloud retainer come here, to her you listen." You say it with a wink, bold? Perhaps.

And indeed he listened to her, even more than the other Adepti. Probably because she was hard and rigid with him, unyielding. But she still gave good courses in how things could be done, and given how experienced she was, Morax always listened to her.

"You're not in the place of threatening me, are you?" He answers your provocation.

"I didn't intend to, but I want you to help us. I could have died, I was counting on you in the battle. I was waiting for you, and you didn't show up." You say without expecting him to feel sorry for you, just to make it clear what had happened.

"Your mistake. You should never wait for someone's help on the battlefield, that's a basic rule. I'm surprised you don't understand." He says rudely.

Your blood boiled, how could he be so self-centered?

"And you always say we should work together, are you contradicting yourself now?" You say clearly pissed off.

He snorts, clearly stressed about being contradicted.

"I want you to understand, I do whatever I want and whatever it takes. So don't give me your frivolous demands." He says in a clumsy way of trying to take back the situation for him.

You snorted with laughter, and of course he would do that. He always wanted to be right, always wanted to give orders and not obey them, especially if they came from you.

"Next time, I will report to the other Adepti, and you will get along with them. Since you don't listen to me." You say, turning to leave.

From that day on you became more withdrawn in relation to Morax, because he always seemed to never pay attention to you, for whatever reason. And you had to get his attention in other ways, either by purposely making small mistakes, or by reporting to the other Adepti, and they would try to get a message to Morax.

A silence followed by a calmness formed, you didn't speak, no matter how much you wanted to.

"We'd better be clear, we can't live in this disharmony for the rest of our lives." He sounded sincere, even amidst the hiss in his voice.

"If you help me, I can even think of a minimal coexistence with you. See, I said, think." You say with a low grunt.

"Then let's make a deal, I'll help you with whatever, and you help me in return. Will you accept?" He asks.

You look sideways at him, frowning. It wasn't as if you had much choice. "I just want to make it clear that this is a business relationship, whatever you want to call it. I have no intention of approaching you in a personal way.” You say.

"So that's a yes, we have an agreement?” He says, reaching out to shake your hand.

"We don't have the slightest need for that. Just get right to the point and tell me what you want.” You say it furtively.

"I want you to help a friend of mine, he's very sick, and so far no doctor has figured out what it is." Your face fell, the least you expected was an attitude like that from him.

"That's it? Such ceremony for such a silly thing." You say.

Besides being amazed, you were relieved. After all, he could have been much harsher or ruder in everything he asked.

"It doesn't have to be now, you're in no condition. But let it be soon, I'm afraid he can't take it." Morax says with a sadness.

"Tomorrow or the day after, I have other matters of higher priority. Besides, I need to recover." You say, it wasn't implication, it was just the things you had to do before.

He nods, and you laboriously start to make your way back. Holding on here and there to keep your balance.

"I can help you, don't be so unrepentant.” He says standing by your side.

"I don't need to. I'm fully capable of walking on my own.” You say, and of course you were weak, but never would you have asked for his help.

He sighs heavily, and you tighten your pace to get there faster. As time passed he stopped following you, but you could feel that he was meters away watching you until you reached the inn. And halfway there you thought about Xiao, how he was handling things there. You would a thousand times rather be with him than here.

And even worse, you made a deal that would help Morax. Could it get any worse?

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#zhongli x you #zhongli x y/n #zhongli imagines #zhongli #zhongli x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader

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obigem · 3 months

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"Well, I guess I'll just go ahead and say it. Cordelia, I like you."

"I like you too, Jai. But you already know that. That isn't what you needed to tell me though, is it?"

"No, you don't understand. I don't just like you," Jai sighed, "what I'm trying to say is Cordie, will you—"

"Are we setting up this table, or what?" Matthew interrupted them as he walked up.

"Matthew, you're late!" Cordelia turned toward him.

"It's not my fault! One of those teachers held me up, lecturing me about my hair. It was uncalled for."

"It's the rules. All boys with hair longer than ear length have to wear their hair tied up and out of the way. You're lucky you didn't get suspended"

"Please, my mother is chief of the school board. They wouldn't dare."

"Whatever! You have to wait. Jai was telling me something."

Matthew turned his attentions onto Jai. "Oh he was, huh?" He glared in his direction. "Go on then, 𝘑𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘰. What is it you had to say?"

"Oh, um, could you maybe give us a moment? It's kind of a private conversation."

"This is a pretty public hallway for your private convo."

"Matthew! First you're late and now you're being rude to Jai." Cordie was the one glaring now.

"I told you already I couldn't help being late this time! And I'm not being rude, I just asked an obvious question."

"Well it came off rude! You won't be mean to my friends like this."

"Hey, you two, it's fine. You don't have to fight about it." Jai tried to keep the peace but Cordie wasn't having it.

"It isn't fine. He's being a llama's behind! Apologize! Do it right now! You won't be mean to Jai."

But instead of apologizing, Matthew grabbed Cordelia's wrist.

"Come on," He tugged at her, "It's this way to the storage shed with the tables, right?"

"Matthew, what are you doing?"

"I said I'd help, so I'm helping. So can we go?"

"Don't pull on me so hard!"

As Jai watched Matthew pull Cordelia away he couldn't help but also see his chances with her going along with them.

He wished he could just get it together and actually tell her how much he liked her and ask her out straight forward. Like Matthew was able to be. He just couldn't.

#fletcher legacy gen 2 #ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #sims 4 legacy #sims 4 gameplay #Fall Year 1 #Cordelia Fletcher #Jairo Reynolds #Matthew Landgraab

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b-exe · 2 years

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Cold Showers And Warm Massages

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Hawks comes home from a late night shift at work and enjoys some quality time with his villian lover.

Keigo stumbled through the balcony door into his kitchen. He had just finished an exhausting 18 hour shift and was in need of some rest and relaxation. And if the countless pics he received today was a hint of what's to come he won't be getting any rest tonight.

He was kinda expecting to be devoured the second he stepped through the door , but he wasn't. There was no sign of his villian lover anywhere. He sent a few of his feathers to go look for him while he went to the bathroom to undress and take a nice long shower before beginning with the night's activities.

He stepped into the bathroom and walked straight towards the huge walk in shower and turned the water on . While waiting for the water to warm up he started undressing. He tossed the outer layer of his hero costume in the laundry bin , leaving him in only the skin tight bodysuit he wore underneath his outfit. He also shed some of his feathers to make drying off afterwards easier. With his back turned to the door he failed to notice the person sneaking up on him

“Dabi” he hissed at the villian who decided to grab him , spin him around lift him up . Keigo wrapped his legs around the villian's waist to steady himself and playfully kicked Dabi in order to get him to put the hero down.

“Shower time,” he declares with a grin on his face.

“Put me down you burnt bacon bitch!” Keigo tries and fails to convince him to let go of him. Dabi marches directly into the large shower .

“Touya !” Keigo scolds as the water splashes onto them. The water is freezing he is still fully clothed. Both of them are , but right now they are too caught up in the moment to care.

“Put me down!” Keigo tries again and this time Dabi actually listens. He lets go of Keigo and stands infront of him grinning down at him looking so unbelievably hot.

"I missed you , my pretty little birdie " Dabi whispers as he cups Keigo's face and pulls him closer , lips crashing onto the hero's. The kiss is gentle, cherishing, and loving , unlike the hard, rough kisses he usually gets from the villian.

Keigo no longer cares that he's still fully clothed and soaking wet. Right now all he can think of is just the two of them beneath the cascading water. He reaches down and yanks the hem of Dabi's soaking wet tanktop out of his pants and Dabi groans against his mouth, deepening the kiss. While Keigo continues trying to get Dabi's shirt off , Dabi reaches around Keigo's back , in between his wings impatiently searching for a zipper and failing to locate it.

Impatiently Dabi grabs onto the top half of the body suit and rips it in two , and if Keigo's mind wasn't so clouded with lust he would be really pissed off at the villian.

Dabi's mouth moves downward from the hero's mouth to his now exposed neck and collarbone leaving a trail of marks as he kissed his way downwards , and his hands remained behind the hero , tangled in between his crimson feathers and Keigo can barely contain the loud screams of pleasure as warm hands continue to play with his sensitive wings.

Dabi finally let's go and grabs the pieces of the bodysuit , pulling it further down Keigo's upper body , stopping at his waist.

Dabi places a few bites on the hero's neck before going back to kissing his birdie on the lips. Keigo , just as impatient as Dabi and not wanting to break the kiss , grabbed hold of the tank top and ripped it off , tossing it into the corner of the shower . Luckily for him , Dabi is too preoccupied with kissing him to roast him for ripping his shirt.

Keigo's hands tangles into the villian's black hair as he lifts his head back and lets out a soft moan. Dabi goes back to kissing and leaving marks all over the hero's upper body , starting at his neck , biting and sucking his way downwards to his toned stomach before stopping to pull the rest of the bodysuit off, leaving Keigo in only his underwear.

“So beautiful,” Dabi whispers looking at his little birdie , before quickly stepping out of his own pants before Keigo rips them too , and goes back to kissing his bird, upwards from the waistband of his underwear back to his lips.

Keigo moaned into the kiss and tried to grind against Dabi to gain a little bit of relief , but Dabi's hands grabbed hold of his hips holding him still while he continued exploring the inside of the hero's mouth with his tongue. "Patience birdie " Dabi growled when he broke the kiss . He is a breathless panting wreck. Keigo is a breathless wreck as well.

Dabi nibbles on Keigo's ear , sofly moaning into his ear before giving a harsh bite on his shoulder . Dabi pinned Keigo against the shower wall , mindful of his wings and dropped down on his knees , looking up at Keigo. Usually Keigo is the one on his knees in front of Dabi.

"Fuck , Dabi what are you- " Keigo breathlessly says as Dabi's hands slip past the waistband of his underwear wrapping around him. He takes the hero's dick into his hand , giving him a couple of long strokes before letting go to rip the underwear off.

He wrapped his hand around the hero's dick again, and slowly took him in his mouth and Keigo felt like he was in heaven. The feeling of the warm mouth wrapped around his dick and tongue piercing adding extra pleasure was intoxicating and addicting.

Keigo wrapped his fingers into the villian's black hair and gave a few experimental tugs , gaining a soft moan from the villian as a reaction. Dabi has always been quiet in bed and Keigo appreciates the soft noises he gets from the villian. Meanwhile he was the complete opposite.

Keigo moaned while pulling harder on the villian's hair. He didn't want the moment to end , but when he glanced downwards he almost came on the spot .

The sight of Dabi on his knees with his dick fully in his mouth was almost too much for the hero , he was dangerously close to the end. "Dabi , Im - " he tried to warn the villain but was interrupted by a moan. He pulled Dabi's head back and pulled the villian upwards to lock his lips with him again.

"Bedroom , now ! " Dabi growled softly when they broke the kiss , and wasted no time grabbing the hero and lifting him up . He quickly turned the water off before carrying his birdie to their bedroom.

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Dabi didn't care about getting the expensive bedsheets wet when he carelessly dropped Keigo down on the bed before hurriedly climbing ontop of him and locking their lips together once more.

When the kiss finally broke , Keigo tried grinding his hips against Dabi as he whined. "Dabi please , I need you ."

"Relax birdie , let me take care of you " Dabi softly growled in his ear and that sent chills down his spine. He got up from Keigo , causing him to whine even more , and walked to Keigo's bedside table to go get a couple of things.

"Do you trust me ? " Dabi asked while digging around in the nightstand. " I honestly shouldn't , " Keigo chuckled "But yes , I do trust you ". Dabi grinned at his answer before returning to Keigo with the handful of stuff he got and dropped them on the bed next to Keigo. "

Keigo turned his head to the side , examining the stuff next to him. There was a bottle of lube , black leather handcuffs and a black blindfold. " Be a good little birdie and open yourself for me while im gone. I'll be back in a minute , " Dabi said as he quickly left the room.

Keigo grabbed the bottle of lube , squirted some out on his fingers and started getting to work on fingering himself open for Dabi. He started with one finger and slowly added more and more. After a couple of minutes Dabi returned with a bottle of massage oil and a wicked grin on his face.

"On your back birdie , " Dabi commanded , putting the massage oil down and picking up the blindfold. "Remember your safe words " Dabi whispered in Keigo's ear while tying the blindfold behind his head.

Dabi sat down on the back of Keigo's thighs and reached over for the massage oil , careful pouring some in his hands and heating it lightly with his quirk. He started rubbing Keigo's back and shoulders and Keigo moaned from the sensation. After the long shift he had today , a nice massage was just what he needed.

Dabi rubbed downwards , careful not to get oil in his wings . He used his quirk to slightly heat his hands to make the massage feel even more heavenly. Once finished with the massage he grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed Keigo's hand behind his back and spread his legs.

Slowly Dabi started pushing his dick inside of Keigo , and with each piercing slipping inside of him Keigo let out a scream. All this pleasure was getting too much.

Once fully inside of Keigo , Dabi grabbed hold of the cuffed hands and started thrusting into the bird hard and rough , showing no mercy. With each thrust he hit Keigo's sweet spot and soon the bird was a moaning , sobbing mess. The feeling of his lover railing him into the mattress and the friction of the bed against his rock hard dick felt so good for him. Almost unbearably good.

Soon Keigo could feel his orgasm building and he cried out as Dabi continued thrusting into him at a merciless pace. He tried to form words to tell his partner how good it felt , but his brain was unable to form words at the moment. All he could do was scream out his partners name when he was pushed over the edge.

Feeling his partner tighten around him , Dabi pushed Keigo's hands up above his head and thrusted into him harder and faster than before. He bit into Keigo's shoulder to silence himself and with one last hard thrust he came , filling his birdie up.

He allowed a moment for both of them to catch their breath before pulling out and starting to remove the blindfold and handcuffs. Meanwhile Keigo sent some of his feathers to the bathroom to fetch them something to clean themselves up with.

Once everything was put away and clean , the couple cuddled up in bed next to each other , both exhausted from earlier's activities. Keigo was the first one who drifted off asleep and Dabi leaned over to place a kiss against his forehead before whispering a soft " I love you Keigo." He closed his eyes and right before he fell asleep he heard a soft " I love you too Touya "

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#my hero academia #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #dabihawks #dabi #dabi smut #hawks #smut #mha smut

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leesuhyo · 2 years

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Oh, the absolute rage boiling within me sitting opposite of a girl who has been picking at her hair for the last fucking hour

#I swear to god this woman is going to shed and I'm not even sorry #I got out to get a coffee and when I come back she's STILL AT IT #I moved seats. The only seat available is within sight of her hair shedding #Please woman just stop and start studying if you type with both hands you won't feel the need to pull at your hair #she's been here for god knows how long and has she done any work? highly doubt it #also this is like the 'intense quiet study space' area so please #some of us actually have a degree and an essay to submit before end of term #academia #dark academia #college problems #uni problems #university #student problems #light academia #meanwhile the dude opposite of me has just sunk way down into his chair I love this #alright back to editing #Mine

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mindninjax · 3 years

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Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Reader (College AU)

Rating: Explicit (18+ minors do not interact)

Warnings: virgin!Kageyama, sex, virgin sex, nipple play, condom sex, Y'all it's pretty tame ok. It's wholesome sex

Word Count: 2.6K

a/n: HERE IT IS CEE! @spacelabrathor I PROMISED YOU A KAGS FIC AND IT'S HERE. Here he is in all his cute, dumb, awkward, blunt (but still a fucking prodigy at everything he does) glory! ALSO FOR YOU some Atsumu slander bahahah. (No one come for me I love Atsumu but like... come on, mans is a little asshole) ANYWHOO This is supposed to serve as a little continuation to my first Kags fic So I hope you enjoy! Also s/o to my love @dymphnasprose for always dropping sweet yummy Tobio thirsts in my DMs and making me absolutely feral for this man. I love you forever baybeeee

“I want to have sex.”

He’s decided, made up his mind, the decision is final, no more going back and forth. Steely blue eyes gauge your very surprised expression as you lay on your belly on his bed, feet kicking the air as you read a book. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in your boyfriend’s expression.

“What?” you ask, chuckling and pulling yourself up to sit and give him your full attention.

“I want to have sex with you.” He repeats it, confident and reassured that it is exactly what he wants as he looks into your eyes. When you raise a questioning brow, he stomps over to the bed to sit beside you and place a hand on the small of your back.

“Tobio, is this about what Atsumu said last week?”

You know how much Atsumu is able to get under his skin. He teases him constantly about being a virgin after Tobio accidently and drunkenly let it slip that he hadn’t done anything with you other than heavy petting and heated make out sessions. Atsumu has teased him since then, making jokes about one day stealing you from him so you could be with someone with experience. As if you’d leave Tobio for Atsumu. Yeah right.

“You know I’d never leave you for him, right?” you say looking into his eyes with a worried expression. His cobalt eyes gleam back at you, getting momentarily lost in your beauty before he scowls again.

“It has nothing to do with that piss-haired loser!” he says defensively. He knows you wouldn’t leave him, especially not for Atsumu, but he can admit—only to himself—something else Atsumu said is what helped him make his decision.

There’s nothing better than seeing a woman come undone around you. You look at her face and see her pleasure and know it’s all because of you and you feel invincible.

Tobio swallows hard when he pictures for the fifth time tonight your face twisted in pleasure. You gasping and moaning his name like the woman in the porn he watched for reference last night. His hand moves to rub your back seductively and his expression softens.

He really does love you, you’ve put up with so many of his mood swings, supported him at every game, even helped him with homework is some of his toughest classes.

“I just want to be able to make you feel good. I know you’ve had sex with other guys before me, but I wanna be the one who made you feel the best.”

You crawl into his lap, straddling his muscular thighs and draping your arms around his neck to plop a kiss onto his surprised lips. The tiny lounge shorts dig into your thigh as you look at him through your lashes and he digs his fingers into your plump ass. He intakes a breath when you grind on the bulge in his pants and his eyes grow wide.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” you say, a sultry smile working it’s way onto your face. “But I won't say no to you trying.”

You kiss him, grasping his silky jet black locks and plunging your tongue into his mouth. Both his large hands grasp your ass as you grind down harder on the growing bulge in his pants.

Tobio always gets a boner when the two of you make out, but to feel how warm you are and how close your pussy is to his dick, it makes him grunt into your mouth. He leans back on the bed, flopping onto his back as he holds your waist and balances you atop of him.

You continue kissing him, purring and humming against his lips, and when you pull back to look him in the eye, a string of spit keeps the two of you connected. He looks at you in earnest, biting his lip and trying to focus on your pretty face instead of the ache in his shorts.

“Ok so should I fuck you now? Why are our clothes still on?” He asks with complete seriousness and you snort. Your world shines brighter due to his absolute lack of tact, and he frowns when he thinks you’re making fun of him.

“What?” he grumbles.

“That’s something Atsumu won’t tell you, probably because he sucks at it. There’s a beautiful thing called foreplay and you’re going to learn it,” you say as you smile against his lips and run your hand down his chest.

“From a woman no less, which means…you’ll already be ahead of the game.” You grind your hips down upon him again and he’s too late to stop the groan that tumbles from his pink lips.

You smirk then roll to the side to move off of him and he rises up in shock, eyes wide and worried. But he holds his breath when he sees you standing and removing your shirt and shorts before you look over your shoulder at him.

“Well, I can’t be the only one undressed.”

Tobio quickly sheds his shirt and shorts, sitting clad only in his tight compression underwear on the bed. He stares at your bra and underwear, eyes drinking in every deep curve, the swell of your breast, and how the thin twine of the straps of your thong sit on your hips.

His fingers fist into the sheets of the bed and his cock twitches at the mere sight of you. He can’t remember how he got so lucky but he smiles smugly to himself when he pictures the surprised look on Atsumu’s face when he finds out.

You tiptoe over to him sitting on the edge of the bed and push his thighs apart to stand between them. He wraps an arm around your waist and cranes his neck to look up at you. You run a hand through his hair, pushing it from his forehead. His long fingers trace down the curve of your back and you sigh at his touch. He places his forehead against your stomach and closes his eyes.

“Your skin is so soft. I want to kiss it,” he mumbles. You chuckle as you continue rubbing his hair.

“So why don’t you?” He opens his eyes and obliges, placing his lips against your stomach. You sigh again as he kisses down your stomach and stops at the hem of your underwear. His hands are on your hips now, digging into your skin and fiddling with the straps of your panties. He’s so eager, the excitement he usually saves for the volleyball court oozing out of him as his piercing gaze asks you for permission.

You give a curt nod and he loops his long fingers through the skimpy string of your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs. When you’ve stepped out of them and he’s face to face with your pussy, he gasps in amazement. He takes a few moments to look over you, his hands running up your thigh before he continues his path of kisses from your stomach down to your clit. He stops suddenly when you whimper and his eyes are wide with panic.

“Sorry, is that bad?” he asks in a small voice. You don’t realize your eyes are closed until you open them to see his eyes panic stricken expression. You rub his hair gently and give him a reassuring smile.

“Nope, it’s actually really really good. Aren’t I the lucky one to get a guy who doesn’t have to be told to kiss my pussy,” you say laughing. Tobio smiles up at you as well, now more calm by your relaxing tone.

“Can’t help it when it’s that pretty.”

He pulls you down on top of him and you squeal as you straddle his waist. He lays on his back, massaging your hips as you mount him. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra and his eyes grow even wider as your tits fall. You always knew Tobio was a boob guy, but the way he’s looking at you now, mouth slightly agape as he licks his lips, definitely cements that fact.

His cock twitches in his underwear and you give him a quick kiss before shimmying down his body to free him from his cotton prison. You’ve never seen Tobio naked before. You’ve felt his impressive length through his pants when you two have fooled around and fantasized about how pretty it would be when you finally witnessed it but like always with Tobio, it's better than you expected.

He’s not too long but he’s quite thick. He's already dripping precum and it leaks onto his belly when it pops free; the tip is a beautiful plush pink that matches the flush of his skin when he sees you staring hungirly at it.

When you bring it to your lips and lick the tip, he groans loudly and clutches the sheets on the bed tightly. “Wait…I almost…” he grunts through his teeth. You look up at him apologetically. A blowjob probably isn’t the best idea for his first time, but you definitely make a mental note to suck him off some time soon. The man’s cock is way too pretty not to be in your mouth.

“Sorry,” you say before moving back up his body to kiss him passionately. He grunts into your mouth as you bite his lips. His hands tangle in your hair and he ruts against your ass in anticipation. When he moves to bite your neck you moan and whisper his name.

“S’okay. I wanna...suck…” he grunts, pawing at your breast as he nibbles and licks your neck. He sounds like he’s asking permission and you breathe out a quick, “yes” before rising up to sit on his lap.

You can feel his heart speed up, thrumming underneath you as he raises and pulls your body flush to his. You feel his long lashes flutter against your chest before he latches to your nipple and groans deeply. You’re not sure how he knows exactly what to do but your pussy grows wetter with every flick of his tongue on your skin.

“Mmm Tobio, you’re so good at that,” you moan and you can tell he likes the praise. He flexes his hips up into you, grinding against your ass and you moan again desperately as blood pumps straight to your cunt.

Tobio continues licking and sucking your nipples, moving from each one to give them equal amounts of attention, but when he bites down and sucks like he’s pulling something from you, you throw your head back in bliss, a loud shrill whimper bursting from you.

You’re ready now, your body vibrating with anticipation. You push him to flop on his back again, lean over to open the desk drawer, and grab a condom. You quickly rip it open with your teeth, pull it out in one quick motion and roll it slowly down his length.

He watches in amazement, you’re a pro at this. How on earth were you able to make opening a condom that sexy? You lock eyes with him now as you hover above his dick and his chest heaves up and down. He thinks once again about how lucky he is, how gorgeous you are, and how much he can’t wait to see your face when you’re coming on top of him.

“Don’t be nervous baby,” you purr as you line the tip up with your pussy. Even through the condom he can feel how warm you are, and he has to take deep breaths and focus on not finishing too early.

“Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”

He grits his teeth as you sink slowly down onto him. You spread around his length and he watches in awe as you take him. You both cry out when you’ve sunk all the way down on top of him and your walls are fluttering as you become accustomed to him.

Tobio’s eyes are squeezed shut, he’s panting trying desperately not to think about how fucking warm and tight you are. He can feel you clenching, feel you caress his cock and he can’t imagine how good it would feel if the condom weren’t between you two. His hands are digging into your hips, leaving marks as he concentrates on holding in the cum he wants to shoot into you.

“Shit…is it always like this?” He grunts as he looks up at the ceiling.

You chuckle as you run your hands up your body, massaging your own tits and pinching your nipples. You lean down to whisper in his ear.

“No, it’s even better without a condom,” you smirk and he gasps at the thought. You lift your hips then, placing your palms on his broad chest and balancing yourself to hover over the tip before plunging down onto him again.

You continue rocking your hips and bouncing on him and he swears he can see stars. He grunts and moans, gasping as you draw circles with your hips on his cock. He remembers how good you are at dancing and isn’t surprised at how well you ride him.

“Fuck...shit this feels so good,” he groans and momentarily open his eyes to watch your lovely face. Your eyes are lidded and you’re biting your lips in concentration, a seductive smile playing on the edge of your lips.

“You’re doing so well baby,” you coo. You’re impressed, he’s lasted far longer than you thought he would, but then again Tobio’s always had great stamina.

Your ass slaps against him, bobbing like the first time he saw you twerking and it only makes him buck up into you more. Your tits are bouncing as the room fills with the sultry sound of slapping skin. He bites his lip as he feels his insides tighten, a pressure building in him as your pace quickens.

Your moans are loud, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and when you whimper his name, it feels like he’s on the court. His instincts kick in and he flips you on your back. He pulls your body close to his and looks into your eyes before he plunges into you.

The new position allows him to hit an angle no guy you’ve been with has ever been able to hit and you cry out in ecstasy. He pumps into you desperately, kissing you and watching as your eyes start to roll to the back of your head. He feels so good inside you and he’s so close his arms and legs are starting to shake.

He watches as you bite your lip, scream his name and clench so hard around him he doesn’t have to be a pro to know you’ve just come. He smiles a cocky smile to himself before a guttural growl breaks from him and he spills a thick load of cum into the condom. So Atsumu was right about that. There’s nothing better than seeing you scream his name and watch you come undone because of him.

He stays embedded in you for a few minutes as both of you twitch and come down from your high. His head rests in your neck and when he’s finally caught his breath he flashes you a cocky smirk. You giggle and roll your eyes, not needing to hear him say anything.

“How the fuck did you do that?” you ask as he pulls out of you and removes the condom.

“I don’t know, my body moved on it’s own I guess,” he shrugs as you take the condom from him, tie the end and dispose of it. You kiss him on the lips and shake your head with a smile.

“Should’ve known you’d be a goddamn prodigy at it.”

Tobio pulls you back into his arms to hold you and bask in the after sex glow. He’d finally done it and he’d managed to get you to come too. A prodigy you’d called him. This was definitely something he’d “accidentally” share with Atsumu next time.

Thanks for reading!

#kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama #haikyuu x reader #Kageyama tobio #marquie writes #I'll make a banner for this later i swear

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I wanted to create a separate post for this, @thebansheeandherboy, because it’s a topic that is near and dear to my heart as a little sister with an older brother. (And this got...LONG. So I've hidden part of it under the cut.)

My brother used to be very set in his patriarchal ways. Certain things were "a woman's job." He was absolutely convinced there was something wrong with every guy who miraculously took interest in me. For a long time, we had a very Sokka-and-Katara-Book-1 relationship. Antagonistic yet fond. Full of conflict yet protective.

As we grew up, he dated some girls who were very strong-willed and courageous. They didn't take his crap. They were my earliest feminist influences and I love them all for it. Without them, I may not have found my voice and become the person I am today. And they changed him, too.

He's very supportive of my independence now. He thinks I kick ass and is extremely proud of who I am, even if we don't always see eye to eye. And as the years have passed, he's learned that my judgement in regard to friends and significant others is pretty good. Sure, I made my youthful follies, but so did he.

Though I know he'll never admit it out loud because it would mean admitting that he likes someone whose views directly oppose his, he actually likes my S.O. and he's glad that we finally found our way to one another. And though I know I'll never hear the precise words, "I like him," I see it in a myriad of little ways which I won't delve into now because it's not pertinent.

"Ever," you may be asking. "What does any of this have to do with fictional characters?"

Well, Sokka learned from strong female influences as well. He shed his misogynistic views and embraced Katara, Suki, and Toph for who they were--strong women. He learned not to underestimate them. I've seen that in real life and I can relate to it.

It's my personal headcanon that Sokka and Zuko become lifelong best friends after everything that happened during the war. Zuko would come to admire Sokka's ingenuity and Sokka would appreciate Zuko's sense of duty and honor. They'd both respect each other's leadership skills and be in constant communication about inventions or laws or anything else under the sun. They'd be good sounding boards for one another. (And they'd also really grow to appreciate each other's senses of humor.)

(Truly, these two are my brotp.)

In a universe where Zuko and Katara get together, I actually see Sokka catching on long before either of them do. Maybe Suki would have to clue him in, but I don't think so. I think he'd catch on to their chemistry at the Western Air Temple during the war. And I think that he'd sit down with Zuko to talk to him after the war. Not in an "over protective big brother" kind of way or anything. He'd definitely just want to thank Zuko for saving Katara's life since she's always been the one to sacrifice for everyone else. He'd make sure to tell Zuko what that means to him and how much he respects him for it. He might even tell Zuko that he's like a brother to him.

That would be the beginning of it, though.

Sure, maybe a part of Sokka would find it weird because it's his little sister and his best friend (and, honestly? I'd find it weird at first if my best friend liked my sibling), but he'd kind of get it. Zuko and Katara push one another. They complement one another. They have a selfless and unconditional give and take that somehow always remains equal. Plus, Sokka knows Katara better than anyone. She's strong-willed and determined. Even if he hated the idea of her and Zuko getting together, that wouldn't stop her. He knows, too, that Zuko has always seen Katara for who she is. Zuko's not once underestimated her. He'll remember when Zuko and Katara went to track down Yon Rha and that memory will reinforce in his mind that Zuko is willing to provide Katara with unwavering support no matter the decision she makes.

And when he notices them looking at each other when the other has no clue, he'll realize he's seen that look before. Katara looks at Zuko the way Suki looks at him. And Zuko might be better at hiding his emotions than Sokka ever could be, but he can't completely disguise the way his eyes go soft when Katara walks into a room. (Don't forget: Sokka trained with Piandao. He has higher observational skills than most people give him credit for.)

And he'd just kind of watch over the years as Zuko and Katara sit in denial and dance around it. But he'd also definitely tease them both about it relentlessly, don't get me wrong! He'd make kissy faces at Zuko behind Katara's back. He'd walk around after Katara mimicking her voice as he says, "Oh, Zuko's so handsome. Zuko's such a powerful bender. Zuko has such nice, shiny hair." (Until Katara bends a snowball into his face, of course.)

Maybe Katara would try dating other people. Sokka would say things like, "You know, this guy doesn't make you laugh. Even Zuko makes you laugh." Or, "This guy can't even sling a boomerang! At least Zuko can wield two swords at once. You should find someone like that." Or, "You should be with someone who's unafraid to give you autonomy and likes your political ideas."

And if Zuko looked like he was about to give in to an arranged marriage, Sokka might step in in a subtler way. "You know, you should find someone who challenges you and inspires you to be a better person. Someone with aspiration who isn't afraid to speak her mind. Especially if she's speaking up for the average person. And you should really try to find someone you love because leading a nation seems like a lonely thing and you don't deserve to be alone."

When they finally decided to try to be together, the two of them would keep it under wraps at first. People might suspect, but there'd be no concrete evidence. Toph would claim she's noticed a difference in the energy between them. And Suki might say Katara's letters suddenly contain a little too much Zuko. But Sokka, ever the skeptic, wouldn't buy into it because his best friend and his sister are dense.

Maybe Sokka stumbles across them snuggled under a tree by the turtleduck pond one day. Or maybe he catches them kissing during the winter solstice celebration in the Southern Water Tribe. And he definitely pulls something melodramatic because, let's face it, he's Sokka. Plus, he just wants to give them shit because he's still Katara's brother and Zuko's best friend and he's obligated.

Afterward, though, he'd track Zuko down. Zuko might try to explain in his usual fumbling manner, but Sokka would just look at him and say, "You know if you hurt her or leave her or if you don't find a way to make this last forever, she'll kill you, right?" And then he'd pull out a flask of Southern Water Tribe vodka, raise it in Zuko's direction and say, "Flameo, hotman. Flameo." And together they would toast to Zuko and Katara's relationship.

(But Sokka would still lovingly give them shit for the rest of their lives.)

#this was so fun to write #thank you for asking me about this banshee!!!#i've never thought that sokka would have a problem with zuko and katara getting together #so getting to put my thoughts into words was fun #zutara #zutara headcanon #zuko x katara #sokka #sokka headcanon #headcanon #water sibs #zuko and sokka are my brotp

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