#cw.blood

[planetsano]

☆ 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 : you don’t want god to be the man in your life.

☆ 𝗯𝗲𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗲 : heavy sacrilegious themes, feelings of resentment towards religion, reader is a nun, hiormi is a high preist, vaginal sex but in second person, blood mention, rosary, crosses, prayer, power imbalance dynamics, cream pie, addiction mentioned.

☆ 𝗮𝗿𝘁 : fckmanji on x.

The rosary clenched around your clammy, little dainty hand was with such intensity that it dug into the skin almost drawing blood. The beads press into your flesh, leaving indentations as if the act of prayer itself is etched into the very fibers of the hand. With every subtle twist and turn, the your veil gradually begins to slide off your head exposing a glimpse of your tresses.

He hopes you know— he hopes you know that your breathless, almost incoherent prayers aren’t getting you any closer to the God you believe you’re praying to. Your efforts only serve to further the intensity that Higuruma’s cock rams into you. The sounds to him are profound; squelching and wet skin paired with almost muted clap of the impact every time his hips snap into you.

As far as Hiromi is concerned, the only God that you need is him and you’ll worship him for the rest of your life— he knows it because he’s the center of your world. He’s all you know. So when you lay beneath him praying to a “god” he’s long since stopped believing in, Higuruma knows that in your heart, you’re praying to him. For him to stay with you— to breathe life into you and the experience thrill of participating in something so sinful, degenerate and taboo.

You weren’t alive before him and you’re well aware of that. You devoted your entire existence to God when you gave him your vows— its what you learned growing up from family. They told you that it was the right path; that this would fulfill you and be your purpose in life, you’ll be happy and complete, but you’ve never been more.. miserable in your life. A symbolized devotion now felt like a suffocating shroud that consumed you. Each day became a struggle with the weight of a duty that contrasted sharply against the desire for a different life.

Resentment brewed within you, a gradual emotional upheaval fueled by the clash between your own desires and the demands of the Church. Each prayer became a reminder of your sacrifice, and every obedient act to please your sisters deepened the bitterness. The once accepted vows you were so set on making now provoked a simmering anger— rage. A resentment that festers beneath the surface like an evil, fueled by an unfulfilled longing for a life untethered from the confines of the convent.

Still, you were ashamed. You cloaked yourself in a facade of happiness, concealing the shame and guilt that lived within you. You feared judgment from both your fellow sisters, the Church and the divine, wearing a mask of contentment and suppressing your true emotions.

But Hiromi never made you feel that way. He made you feel good, seen, heard. He made you feel warmth and light in a dark pit of despair.

You often asked yourself if this is what love was or at the very least what it felt like. You asked Hiromi one day and his answer didn’t help much— “…Who’s to say what love feels like? It’s different for everyone.. It’s like an addiction, maybe— a craving that consumes us in ways we can’t always understand or explain.” You asked him if he’d ever been in love and you were only met with a gentle hand cupping your soft face upwards to meet his gaze and he responded with: “Something like that. Let’s get back before they all start to worry.”

An addiction was a resounding way to put it because that’s what you feel for him. You feel like an addict who needs their next dose or something will snap. You’re consciously aware that it’s bad— the relationship is wrong. He’s a drug that you have to put down but it’s the high that keeps coming back. You can’t recall how many times you’ve called him whether in tears or anger about his whereabouts and that you feel like you’re going crazy without him, relentlessly chewing at your nails and lips to hear any kind of reassurance.

You’re aware of what they say about addiction, that after so long you end trying to chase what it felt like for the very first time but it ends to no prevail. That it’s like chasing a ghost from the past, hoping to recapture something that becomes more elusive with each attempt. It’s only a vicious cycle of hurt and pain but you don’t feel that when you’re with him and in his presence. Hiromi knows he’s well on his way of creating a monster but there’s a part of him that feels a satisfaction unlike no other. Hiromi knows that he very well could be on his way of creating a monster, but there’s a part of him that feels a satisfaction unlike no other.

None of it matters because he feels like a cure. A cure to both for yourself and for him. He feels like the burden of pretending is finally dispelling, like there is hope at the end of a seemingly never ending tunnel. He sees the same light that you see when you look at him. But he wasn’t sure if it was love or his own sick and perverted fantasies.

“Yeah.. Say my name, please..” A low, guttural groan escapes Higuruma’s lips, a visceral sound of pleasure resonating between the bodies of you both. It carries the weight of a raw expression— the sensations engulfing him in that moment. He’s long shed any pride, unashamedly sinking into the depths of desire— a pussy too tight for its own good is the closest he’ll get to any divine. Begging is not beneath him; in fact, it’s a familiar plea woven into the fabric of his existence. The allure of depravity has become a comfortable companion with him. He revels in the depravity and perversion, finding a dark satisfaction in the forbidden. Each twisted indulgence becomes a source of pleasure and you were his main fix these days.

“Mhn—!” A strangled moan left your lips, your plump lips glossy with your saliva as your tits continuously bounced with every thrust. They had long since been exposed, a lacy under-bust bodice decorating you so perfectly. Your hands were clasped together still, rosary still in hand but any prayer of beg of forgiveness is lost on you. The coolness from the small metal cross that touches your skin almost burns and is an alarming reminder that He’s watching. “Christ..!”

“Close.. you’re so close..” A shaky breath leaves him and his brows furrow— he’s right on the edge and just needs a push. He just needs to hear you say it. Say it like it’s sacred word so he can replay it over and over again. He’ll do it until it feels too distant like a memory— until he comes back to you seeking the same solace in your cunt. “But that’s not my name. Is it..?”

“H—Hiro..mi! Oh my God.. I’m—” It couldn’t be helped anymore. Your walls wrapped around his shaft in rhythmic patterns, your own juices coming to form a white almost frothy ring around the base of his cock. You started to shake from the pleasure, your body’s involuntary response to it all. “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me..” Oh, but even you’re aware that he’s long since given up on you. The elation and euphoria plastered on your face in such a perverse expression was depraved— it was blasphemous in the sense that he’s aware of how free you felt acting on your own selfish needs and giving into the temptation that is lust.

The act of asking for forgiveness right now is disrespectful and almost disturbing. Hiromi can see that you’re deeply troubled and displaced in this life and it comforts him in the oddest way because he doesn’t feel alone anymore. He has someone to share this burden with. Although, he does wish that you would be honest with yourself in his presence. He wonders if asking for forgiveness for you was similar to him swatting something like a gnat that comes into his face: second nature. A reaction that’s seems to be ingrained into the human response and the mind. You both knew that you had been conditioned under the pretense of believing that this route in life was the right thing to do.

Higuruma fills you up to the brim, a risky choice considering the lack of condom but neither of you cared. His hips sputter and slip until he gives you one final thrust, his pelvis pressing firmly against you as he pumps you full of his seed. His hands hold the back of your knees, pinning you into a fold that makes you feel like your muscles are tight. He’s heavy and you almost can’t breathe but it felt good— it felt so good feeling him cum inside you because it felt like he was giving you everything he had. Every piece of him.

“He can’t hear you right now, only speak to me.” His forehead rests against yours, eyes locked in an intimate stare. You look at him with such wonder like a country soul looking at city lights and skyscrapers for the first time at night.

“You’re bleeding..” He states softly, taking note of your hand. You somehow managed to pop the wire of your rosary and the wire itself seemed to work its way into your palm.

“Hiromi..” You called for him softly, watching him take your hand and gently kiss your wound— small rivulets of blood sticking to his lips. “Am I the devil..?”

“No,” Higuruma brings your hand to his face to cup his cheek, eyes heavily lidded as he looks down at you. “You’re human.”

“Let’s run away.. the both of us.”

“In time.”

#┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° bria writes! #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #higuruma hiromi #cw.blood #cw.sacrilege #cw.religion

[nbrnty]

Minors/Ageless DNI “I love you” I finally drew the bbg Jacob LOL, wanted to be messier with stuff cuz uhhh didn’t feel like fully rendering :3 Jacob: @carnivorekitty​ 

#lurking for love #lfl game #jacob alden #blood #cw.blood #Buny #BNYart #he kinda thicc #also I know I posted yesterday but literally all I do is draw and ummm yea #I promise Ill post less lol

[prttykittes]

haiii, can u write scara carving his name into reader's arm? ^^ feel free to ignore!

Haii, I hope you enjoy this!!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

CW. Blood, name craving, knife play(?), could be modern au or normal au, slightly suggestive, aftercare of a cut

A/N:: Scara likes seeing the reader in pain but don't worry he takes care of the cut afterwards :)

You let out a loud gasp, you felt his knife digging into your skin.You winced in pain, he had his iconic smile on his face. His knife was between his fingers, he twirls it around between his digits, you would be impressed but right now, you were nervous only focusing on the knife, you wanted him to do it, craving his beautiful name into your soft skin. He smiles and kisses your arm where he was going to crave into your skin. “Shh” he shushes when he hears you whine, his soft kissable lips on your skin, you can feel the cold blade against your skin. It was a different feeling, you whine when you feel the cold sharp blade tip poking at you. “Tell me when” he says, you wait and let out deep sighs, you tell him that you're ready so he smiles and gives you a last kiss before he craves you. The blade sinks into your skin, your blood slips through, covering a small part of your arm bloody. “Tell me when to stop,” he says. Craving a “S” into your skin, then a “C” he can't help but smile when he sees his work on you. He continues but stops when you let out a gasp, he quickly cleans it up, rubbing alcohol on your skin and he wipes it clean. He continues after cleaning it up, he continues to carve his name into your skin, he smiles once he sees a “SCARAM” he just needs a few words into his work, he kisses your cut, licking it clean and he continues. He was done, he loved his work, it was perfect, he kissed your neck and your cheeks rubbing your back as he cleans it. Telling you how good you did for him, how obedient you are, he loves you so much!

#kittytail #kittymilk #x reader #cw.craving #cw.blood #tw.blood #cw.cutting #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #Scaramouche x reader #scara x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin Scaramouche x reader

[zhongrin]

OK BUT IMAGINE ZHONGLI LIKE THIS IN HIS REX LAPIS DAYS HJJSKSJHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

cw.blood / tw.blood, fem!pronouns

"now then… are you going to try and run away again, darling?"

"behave." *chuckles* ".... good girl."

"look carefully, dearest. this is what happens when people try to touch what's mine. don't you dare avert your eyes."

"how disappointing. i thought someone who would dare to covet a god's possession would be more of a challenge than this pathetic whelp."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #yandere #cw.blood #tw.blood #rin writes #fem!pronouns #hhsldfjklsdflwjesvnjzdc im so hfldfl #so many voicelines popping off in my head mmMMMMMM #i wanna make a yan!version of the genshin otome game now

[spitdrunken]

notes: pokephilia, size difference, implied body horror, breeding, (non-sexual) hypnosis

Dragon-type Pokémon are known for their violent tempers and destructive tendencies, which make them difficult Pokémon to train. There are ways, however, to take the edge off for them.

Making them cum is one surefire way to get a dragon-type to calm down, regardless of other circumstances. With your two trusty Pokémon, Malamar and Audino, at your side, you’ve made yourself popular among their trainers. 

If necessary, Malamar puts you in a calming, unclear haze, and forces your body to relax as much as it possibly can. This is to make sure bigger Pokémon can penetrate you relatively safely, and keeps any nerves from making your body tense. It doesn’t matter if you can’t move or speak while underneath her spell, as such large dragon types only use your body as a fleshlight anyway. Looking down and seeing your belly stretch out far beyond anything safe or sane would make you panic if it weren’t for your partner. Audino keeps his watchful eye over you the whole time as well, and uses its healing abilities to numb any pain you might feel, as well as ensure that no damage that is being done is actually permanent. To fuck dragon Pokémon as large as you have would be pure torture if it weren’t for those two.

You’ve had a Hydreigon try to stuff all three of his cocks in one of your holes, the three heads bickering among each other. Each thrust was accompanied by the slick rubbing of his other cocks against your skin, and the snapping of jaws right above your head. In the end, Malamar had to interfere when they seemed about to bite you instead, and restrained the other heads with her tentacles as the creature’s biggest cock pumped you full of cum. 

One of your most common customers is a Goodra. You don’t think she’s particularly aggressive (except for one strong bout of rage, that her trainer still shudders about when it’s brought up in conversation), but she just seems to have taken a liking to you. You wear a special set of clothing whenever she comes around.You’ll be fucking her with your hand, your arm inside of her almost to the elbow, while your lips are wrapped around her huge clit. Gurgles of pleasure constantly bubble up from the back of her throat. You’re always completely dripping with slick by the time she’s satisfied. 

#pokephillia #cw.pokephilia #cw.blood #cw.breeding #cw.hypnosis

[smallestapplin]

May I request Yandere Alpha!rika

Omega afab( female nicknames appreciated 😫😫)

She has trained you so nicely~

occasional disobedience

but other than that you're getting used to her scent and becoming more and more addicted.

Now it's time to fully mark you as hers~

Bonus points if there's daddy kink

I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you, I’m blaming you-

CW : fem afab omega reader, YANDERE, Stockholm syndrome, heat/Rut cycles,hinted past noncon, daddy kink, Rika calls her strap her cock, one pussy smack

🔞18+Only!🔞

Dark content ahead!

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Rika knows she picked such a good omega.

Your scent to her is irresistible! And you’re so cute, and kind, she just had to have you! Yet you weren’t wooed by her charm, or her courting gifts.

What was she suppose to do? Let you settle for someone who wasn’t good enough for you? She has gotten rid of so many people, just to have you!

You’re her pet! Her mate!…well, not yet at least.

You aren’t sure how long she’s had you caged here, in her room, surrounded by nothing but her scent.

Months? Years, maybe? She won’t let go of you, swearing you two were meant to be.

Yet she never marked you as her mate, never biting or licking your scent gland, she’d cover herself and her clothes in your scent, always wanting it on her, but never bit you.

“I want my sweet girl to beg for it.”

Is all she told you.

Even during your heats she refused to, she refused to even fuck you.

Only burying her face into your cunt, moaning and licking up your slick. Smacking your thighs as you try to squirm away.

“Hold still, I’m not done with you.”

You can smell how wet she is, and hear her fingering herself as she buries her tongue into your hole.

It was every heat she’d do this, no matter what you said. Only to coo so lovingly at you, letting you, and pampering you.

Never leaving your side while you were awake, only leaving to get you food while you slept. Showing you just how good of an alpha and a mate she is.

All your needs will be met, as long as she’s here.

Little by little you began longing for her, wanting her, missing her warmth next to you, missing her scent.

You’ll never know of the smirk she had, when she came home not smelling like you, and you broke down in tears.

Just as planned.

You got desperate for her.

She eventually let you roam around her house, cooing as you still picked her lap as your seat.

Purring while you run your fingers through her long, green locks.

Greeting her every night on your knees, waiting at the door.

“Welcome home!”

You make it hard to stay calm. But she holds herself back, just a little more and you’ll be her wife, her mate, her perfect fuck toy.

You’ve started liking her, accepting her as your wife.

Asking her to scent your clothes, blankets, and pillows, drowning yourself in her scent.

She only has to wait now. Not for long though, she knows your heat cycles by heart.

Rika can feel spit pooling in her mouth, at just the smell of you, she’s only at the front door and your scent is so heavy!

It’s her favorite.

She can feel her body heating up. You smell intoxicating! She’s swooning at the door. She glances at it, noticing the locks seem to have been tampered with.

Seems she needs to remind you of your place.

Rika is quick to strip, kicking her shoes off first, then her tie as she makes her way down the hallway.

Stopping just outside the bedroom door.

Your heats early, so she’ll excuse you not greeting her this time.

Your head shoots up from your nest, once you heard the door open. Rika bites her lip as she takes all of you in, unbuttoning her shirt as her eyes linger on your bare form.

“Rika! Please I- my heat-!”

She places a glove covered finger to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay, baby, I’m here, let daddy take good care of you.”

You open your mouth, sucking on the leather on her thumb. She growls, quickly taking the rest of her clothes off.

Letting you bite and take off the glove in your mouth, while doing the same to her other one.

Once those are off she moves away from you, towards the closet. You let out a whine, desperately wanting your alpha.

“Hey now, none of that! Lay back and keep your legs open, like a good girl.”

And you didn’t hesitate, laying back against the pillows with your legs wide open, showing off your leaking, twitching cunt.

“I hope you weren’t touching yourself while I was gone.”

You tremble at her words, more so when she slips the harness of her strap, on.

Watching her tighten the straps, before making her way back to you with a bottle of lube.

“No daddy! I couldn’t, it’s not the same, it’s not you.”

Rika coos, chuckling at how desperate you are. Looking at you, she can’t help but drool, your scent thick and heavy, your pretty pussy on display, just for her, leaking onto the sheets below.

Looking at her with such need, it’s everything she’s always wanted from you.

“Good girl, following orders like that. Let daddy spoil her princess.”

Rika hovers over you, her strap on in one hand as she rubs lube all over it, and her other hand sliding up your thigh.

She easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole, her thumb slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“P-please! Oooh please daddy, I need- I need more!”

You yelp at the harsh slap she gives your cunt, before sliding her finger back in.

“Don’t be greedy, omega, you’ll take what I give you.”

“Yes daddy! M’sorry!” Your whine echoes in the bedroom, making her chuckle.

“Good whore.”

She smiles down at you, listening to your moans turn to shrieks, as she crooks her fingers, and finger fucking you.

Her palm slapping against your clit, with every quick movement of her fingers.

“Alphaaa!”

You whine so cutely. You roll your hips down, trying to match her pace, wanting more!

“Aw such a needy little omega I have.”

You arch your back, gripping the sheets below you.

“I’m gonna- oh! Daddy! Please let me cum! Please, I’ve been a good girl!”

Rika growls lowly, making your heat ridden self lean your head back, exposing your neck to your alpha. You bite back a whine, once her fingers stop.

You watch her pull her fingers from your drooling cunt, bringing them up to her face, and licking them clean.

You shake at the hums and moans she lets out, you watch with bated breath once she finishes cleaning your mess of her hands.

“Fuck, princess.”

You spread your legs further, at the sound of her so breathless.

“Taste so fucking good. All for me, right?”

Rika slots herself between your legs, resting the toy on top of your cunt, slowly grinding it against you, letting the tip catch your clit.

“Yes! Yes! Only for you! Only yours!”

He smirks, leaning down pressing her chest to yours. Your noses touch, her breath fanning over your face.

“Only mine, yeah? My filthy slut?”

“Yes! Your slut! Your toy! Please daddy just fuck me, mark me, make your mate!” Tears well up in your eyes.

The earthy scent of amber and driftwood waft through the air, getting stronger the longer she waits.

Rika can feel it, your heat, your taste, your begging, it’s all triggering her rut.

“Such a good girl for daddy.”

Her hands grab the backs of your knees, holding them up and open, as she slides the fat tip of the strap on into your awaiting fuck hole.

Your slick makes the toy slide in so easily. Tossing your head back, as you struggle to take all of it.

She finally bottoms out, the knot of the toy pressing flushed against your pussy lips.

Rika smiles warming down at you, leaning over, folding you in a mating press, just so she can kiss your addicting lips, her tongue licking up all your drool.

“You didn’t think I’d notice, would you?”

You make a confused hum sound, eyes barely focusing to look at her, before widening in fear, realizing what she meant.

The door.

“Such a naughty, filthy slut! Don’t worry dear, I’ll make sure you remember who’s omega you are.”

She pulls back, leaving just the tip in, and slamming it back into you. She gives you no time to adjust, just pounding into your perfect pussy.

You shriek, gripping her arms, feeling her piston into your cunt.

“Dirty girl, you are mine! Only mine! You’ll stay right here with me.”

Tears stream down your face, crying out at the brutal force of her pounding into your cunt.

“Daddy! Oh god- daddy! I’m- I’m sorry!”

You start squirming, the pleasure being too much. She doesn’t slow her hips, only putting all her weight into it.

The tip of the strap battering against your womb, with every rough thrust.

You jump, squealing as she slaps your thigh, your skin burning from the hit, only for it to be followed with another, and another.

Every time she pushed flushed with you, a smack was landed on your burning thigh.

“Fuck, you’re such pretty girl like this. All sobbing for my cock.”

The knot slamming against your creamy pussy, it’s too much!

Your chest bouncing with every slap of her hips. Your mouth hangs open, letting out all your moans and squeals.

“F-fuck, Rika!” Your arms wrap around her shoulders, clawing at her back.

“I’m gonna cum! Please daddy let me cum! T’much! I can’t- please! Mark me! Markmemarkmemarkeme-!”

Fuck, she can feel her cunt dripping, you’re just so irresistible! She can’t hold out, she needs you!

“Be a good little bitch, and cum all over my cock.”

You cry, wanting her to mark you as her mate, but she’s relentless. Her thrusts never slow, fucking into your sweet spot over and over again.

Your eyes roll back as your vision goes white. Rika moves, grabbing your hips and slamming the knot of the toy into you. You wail as you cum, body shuddering feeling Rika furiously rubbing your clit, while she grinds the strap into you.

“Yeeaaah that’s it, so fuckin pretty for me.”

She helps you ride your high, only stopping when you whimper. Rika buried her face into the side of your neck, nuzzling and licking your scent gland.

She can feel her slick coating her inner thighs, as her pussy throbs, desperately wanting anything!

You lazily look at her, her long forest green hair a mess, some sticking to her sweaty skin, her face dusted pink, she has a glow to her.

“Wait, wait don’t move, I’m- aahh!”

You press your head back against the pillows, biting your lip to hold back your cry.

Rika carefully pulls the strap out of your abused hole.

“We aren’t done yet, sweetheart.”

You raise your head to watch her get out of your nest, quickly undoing the harness, and stepping out of it. Crawling back in, she slides one of your legs under her, straddling it while she lifts your other over her shoulder.

Your breathing hics, feeling her wet pussy against yours.

“One more, princess, be a good girl and make me cum.”

You scramble, gripping and digging your nails into her thighs.

Rika doesn’t wait, grinding her cunt against yours. She leans her head back, moaning softly. Oh she’s waited so long for this! To feel your pussy rubbing against hers, feeling your clits grind against each other.

With every roll of her hips, she leaves you shrieking. You’re just too sensitive! It’s too much! Too good!

“Daddyyy! S-so good!”

Rika grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to her. She shoves her face back into the crook of your neck, breathing in your addicting scent.

“Ooh my pretty mate. You know how to make me feeling sooo good! Fuck!”

The room is filled with Rika’s breathless praise, and your loud cries.

“Lemme feel your pussy gush against mine, please? Do it for daddy, baby.”

You tilt your head away from her, giving her more access to your neck.

You bring one hand up, squeezing your tit. You nearly thrash, practically screaming as Rika bites down on your scent gland, your pussy gushing and creaming all over hers, as she marks you as her bond mate.

The taste of blood fills her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the added wetness and heat. She grinds her hips faster, reaching her end when you shakily bite down on her scent gland, giving her the same mark.

You whine loudly, feeling your alpha growl against you. She slows her hips to a stop, and starts gently licking your new mark.

“My good girl, such a sweet omega I have. I love you.”

You can only moan softly.

Knowing good and well she’s not done with you yet.

#cw.yandere #cw.daddy kink #cw.blood #cw.strapon #hinted noncon #smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #pokemon smut #pokemon x reader smut #yandere pokemon x reader #pokemon yandere #mdni #pokemon yandere rika #pokemon yandere rika x reader #pokemon rika smut #pokemon rika x reader smut #afab reader #fem reader #pokemon x fem reader smut #besties tag #this is your fault #all on you #I’m weak #I love WOMEN #pokemon fanfic #spoiler tag

[yutaleks]

me and yuuta

#cw.blood #cw.vore #yutaleks

[angry-roomba-army]

these two

#angry roomba whirrs #angry roomba draws #five nights at freddys #fnaf #crying child #crying child fnaf #fnaf crying child #the one you should not have killed #fnaf toysnhk #that burlap sack is the only thing keeping his gooey head bits from spilling everywhere #blood #blood cw #cw blood #cw.blood #blood tw #tw blood #tw.blood

[4nagito]

minors dni blood kink wink. mentions of bloody nose. oral & biting i keep it cute

childe actually has the sickest blood kink ever. I really do believe he’d get the biggest boner at the sight of your bloody nose i really do, he’d make you suck his dick just to see the dark red mix with his cum and your saliva GODD hes an insane man he knows. he bites HARD just enough to draw blood from you and have it paint your skin maybe he’d lick some off the wound he created if he’s feeling silly

my request are open !

#childe x reader #tartagalia smut #tartagalia x reader #childe smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #cw.blood

[jofie-does-things]

~950 words. Had a few ideas about a reader from modern times. The result?? Writings of an author possessed.

“Your hair.”

It was a simple enough statement, but the tone in which he said it had you sparing a curious glance over your shoulder.

“What about it?”

“It’s different now.” You raise a questioning brow. It’d always been different to him. He’d eyed it curiously for a whole week after you met. The burning feeling of those watchful eyes led to your newfound affinity for bonnets.

But now, with nothing to cover the strands up, you tense.

You turn to meet the gaze of the man standing at the table, but the look you’re expecting is different. In the beginning he looked at you like you were a puzzle he’d just started to solve. A puzzle that infuriated him. This one is more like he’s just slot the last piece into place and is admiring the finished result. It catches you off-guard with its intensity and almost has you retreating.

A strand of hair falls into view and you idly toy with it, wrapping it around your finger and untwisting it.

“I hadn’t noticed. It’s been so long since…” Since you’d landed here. Since you’d stumbled to the doorstep of the homestead. Since you’d seen your family. Since everything you had ever known was ripped from you without warning.

Warmth settles on your shoulder and you realize that you’d been all but tugging the piece from your scalp in your spiral. You follow the hand resting on your shoulder up to find a face full of sympathy and there’s an odd wiggling behind your ribs that has you shifting from side to side.

When you first met the young assassin, talking to him, being in his mere presence even, felt like ‘baby’s first waltz.’ Stepping on feet, awkward conversation, fighting over who should lead and who should follow. He didn’t trust you and you couldn’t blame him (especially with the life he led), but it definitely didn’t help your hysteria at your new routine.

It took months for Connor to let you have a peek at the hidden training room below the house and even longer for him to show a hint of relaxation around you. Seeing him put himself in such a vulnerable position had your head spinning in a way that made you wish it wouldn’t ever stop. Especially with the gentle circles he’s carving into the side of your collarbone.

“I understand. I’m sorry for mentioning it.” You shook your head at that, placing a hand over his and your heart hammers at the unyielding weight of it.

“It’s fine. I guess I never realized that I’ve been here for a while. I’ve gotten…comfortable.” With a nod, seemingly satisfied, he turns to retrieve the vegetables that he was hard at work cutting to add them into the stew on the hearth. The loss of the simple touch left you feeling cold, despite the heat of the fire crackling beside you. A simple “I’m glad” is mumbled over his shoulder. You barely catch the sentiment lacing his soft tone.

You turn to your own portion of the stew. He approaches with quiet steps, vegetables in hand.

“I never asked, but I’m curious…” He trails off, almost unsure of himself. Watching him shift left and right on his feet, you decide, with some level of amusement, to throw him a lifeline.

“What’s up?”

“How exactly did your hair change like that in the first place?”

“Well, uh, back in the year I’m from, it became really popular to change your hair color. Some get colors in their hair, like pink or blue. Others decide to add different natural colors to it, like blonde in brown hair.” You bury your face in the steam wafting up from the pot, feigning a check to the stew as you realize that Connor stares at you, completely enraptured by your explanation.

“The chemicals that we use are designed to make the color last a long time, so it never really goes away until you cut off the dyed sections or you dye it back to its original color.” He makes a noise of interest. A few pieces of hair fall from where they’re pinned back, into your face. Those brown eyes follow the shape of the strands as you finish your explanation.

It’s an odd topic to have as your first conversation about your time. Other than your emotional confession outside Norris’ little shack in the woods. The blood, the stress, and screams had your fear-stricken body jumping in to use what you had to help. When the agonized wails and pools of red subsided, you’d excused yourself and the dam broke.

It’d been weeks since then and he never asked about anything relating to your time until now.

“Normally I’d get it redone, but I guess it’s time for me to cut it off.”

“May I?” A hand outstretched halfway in the distance between you; not pressing the boundary, still and steady. You nod.

Gentle, calloused hands carefully card through the strands, tracing the lines of color in contrast to your natural hair. Like cupping porcelain and the touch smooths along the jagged edges of you. Edges haphazardly glued together in your effort to survive, to belong. The cracks of them feel almost nonexistent with him here.

It’s a vulnerability that you shy away from, but you know he has the patience for it.

“It’s beautiful.” Whispers of words fill that space between you, his eyes are on yours and the fire reflecting in them disarms you, has your breath catching in your chest, scaring you.

But it’s the comfort you find in him that scares you the most.

#jofie writes #Jo’s drabs #connor kenway #ac3 #writing #assassins creed #reader insert #fanfiction #assassins creed drabbles #tried to be a lil poetic #we’ll see how it goes #stretching the writing muscles so to speak #cw.blood

[kwlsn]

As the youngest princess of the imperial family, it was normal for you to be pampered and spoiled; living in the spotlight and tasting the sweet compliments of everyone who set their eyes on you — except for Haruchiyo.

Ever since you were born and declared as an omega; your family was worried about how everyone was going to perceive that, feeling scared for your future and how it would go when they were no longer around.

The Crown Prince Takeomi was a cold alpha; shed blood in the battlefield ever since he received a title and was given a task to pressure the barbarian at the border by the Emperor. He didn't think about anything including his life, only how he should kill every barbarian who tried to trespass and enter through the border.

He was indifferent to everyone; owning a cold heart and iron fist to rule, supporting the pillar of justice for mostly the plebs and omegas.

The living embodiment of indifferent justice and future King everyone loved.

The second he got called to go back to the capital, he didn't expect that he'd face a newborn; so small that he could actually cover her face with his hand.

The sight of a sleeping Empress and sweating Emperor, holding her hand tight while ushering Takeomi to take a closer look at his new sister; asking him to protect this child's happiness as she was born weak and nearly dead.

"She's an omega."

Takeomi's eyes widened slightly, knowing how hard her future would be when this news was shared to the whole continent, asking his dad to cover it up and said that she was a Beta instead.

Shaking his head, his father placed a hand on Takeomi's shoulder, trying to calm his young child down. While it could be done, he wanted everyone to know that being an omega is not a sin or thing to be ashamed of.

It was a difficult role; not everyone was given a chance to be able to calm everyone almost instantly with their presence or having their aggression (mostly alphas) tamed without any force.

A purifier.

Takeomi decided to keep his opinion inside and took another glance at his young sister, knowing how hard it would be for her as he swore that he'd always do everything to protect her; even if it meant war from his side.

Senju was the first princess known as the 'white rose' and beta. She was kind, respectful and helpful; had her moment of being a playful kid but she knew she had a family to make proud of.

Her father had given her a chance to see her younger sister, falling in trance as she held out her hand to touch the smaller one; letting out a giggle as the new born wrapped her finger around Senju's thumb and trying to bite it.

When she knew that her sister was an omega; she was fearing both for her and the family as it had been a while since there was an omega in the imperial family. Her thick eyelashes felt ticklish when the baby tried to touch her face, trying to explore her surrounding.

While Senju still had her worries, being a sister was something equally important and if it meant her head; she would do everything to protect this family especially her sister.

Haruchiyo was the first one to pay a visit. His parents wanted their second son, who was currently in the palace, to see his new sister as his father held his mother tight; fearing she could slip away and leave him alone if he didn't hold her that close.

As an alpha, it'd be normal for Haruchiyo to have a domineering aura emitting out from his presence only; but, alas, he was born second and everyone already loved Takeomi, leaving him alone in the limelight as everyone only remembers him as the 'second prince' unlike the Crown Prince or White Rose.

He was nothing special.

When he first knew that the new princess was an omega; a small grin crept onto his lips.

The father who felt his son was always accepting felt happy that he could accept his sister despite the current situation that pressured her; hoping he would be her shield when his father was no longer around.

Of course, Haruchiyo said. How could he feel upset when his new sister wasn't special, too? And on top of that, she was a disgusting omega.

She was a disgrace to the imperial family, wanted for no one and wished by no one. She could be turned into the black sheep of this family and no one was going to care about it.

But, Haruchiyo's thoughts were proven wrong.

The reason why his father asked him here was to be her sword and shield, to protect her from any harm she could face as an omega because she was the special one.

"Of course, father."

He let out a small smile before turning around to leave the room, dropping his act almost instantly as no one was there to pay him any attention.

At the end, he could only have the short end of the stick.

Years went by and the baby finally grew up into an angelic young girl; living away from the palace to avoid any unnecessary conflict as her parents built a mansion for the young princess, promising her a life full of happiness and hope.

The mansion was between grand and simple, walking on a thin line to avoid any unnecessary attention for being too much on one side.

It was built on a strong cliff with a magnificent view of the shore below that could be seen from the window; howling of the water, crashing tides against boulders and faint seagulls cries were lulling the young princess' sorrow when she spent another day by herself after a while.

"Nanny,"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Do you think my family hates me?"

The elder shook her head, brushing the princess' hair away from her face before offering a kind smile; one she could only provide when there was no letter from the capital, a slight fear began to creep over her spine.

"That's not true, Your Highness."

She replied, reminding the child stream of letters and presents making a line to the mansion; filling the child's empty heart as she went through a rigorous training course for her upcoming debutante, signing the day where she would officially make a public appearance to the society.

Unfortunately, there was still no response to the event's progress; whether it was declining or going well, the nanny was pretty sure there'd receive a letter from the palace itself.

As if someone answered her relentless thought, a butler informed the nanny and young princess about the appearance of a messenger from the capital; bringing an important news as he went less than a day to make sure he could ensure the princess' safety.

Entering the waiting room with her nanny, the young princess acknowledged the messenger's greeting before taking a seat; urging him to give the information tonight while a maid poured him down a cup of warm tea.

"The palace is currently in disarray; the second prince overthrew the current emperor and held the entire family as a hostage except for the Crown Prince, who was on his way to the capital with his troops."

The messenger bit his thumb, drawing blood from his raw skin before continuing the news; looking at the nanny for permission before she gave him one, knowing this wasn't time to protect the innocent princess' heart.

"The princess was ordered to come back to the palace or she'd be burnt in her residence for disobeying the second prince."

He held his hat tightly as the nanny reassured him, glancing at the young princess who hadn't had her debutante; fearing that the second prince might humiliate her in public for not knowing how to blend into the society.

No time for that now!

The nanny asked everyone to pack the young princess' belongings right away; waking up everyone and making sure no one was asleep, slacking off from their jobs because it was a stormy night.

The nanny took the princess' sleeping gown before changing it into an outdoor dress, putting on a coat over her form as she led her to an imperial carriage with a butler and her granddaughter.

"Nanny?"

The young princess looked at her with fear in her eyes, getting confused with the whole situation before the nanny pressed a kiss onto her forehead; ushering the butler and her granddaughter to get inside another carriage behind the princess'.

There was no time left and the nanny was sure she would die because of age if the second prince didn't burn the whole mansion yet as the princess was on her way to the capital; sensing that her hunch was right about the angelic prince who wore a two-faced mask and always ready to fight his brother for the throne due to being an alpha; a natural born leader.

The young princess didn't get to say a proper goodbye when the nanny made sure everything was closed and locked; only a simple kiss to remind her how warm the south was, whether it was the people, the food or the weather, everything was perfect.

Haruchiyo sat down on the throne with a crazed grin, twirling the crown in his hand as his parents and Senju were looking at him with both anger and confusion; not knowing what pushed him to commit a treason when everything was perfect.

The imperial family was well-loved by both the aristocrat and plebs; Takeomi would be a king everyone praises for and Haruchiyo didn't need to do everything to please everyone but himself like his two siblings.

Senju was the first one who voiced her anger; stating Haruchiyo was making a mistake by doing this as Takeomi would kill him for ruining the peace he was able to hold. But, it fell into a deaf ear and she got dragged into her room by the troops who supported the second prince, keeping her locked inside like her parents until the day Haruchiyo would crown himself.

Open the gates!

Senju ran to her balcony, hoping she would find Takeomi and his troops. Instead, she found an imperial carriage with the second princess' crest on it; dragging tens of knights to fight against Haruchiyo's army as her carriage made an unexpected entrance.

The last time she met her sister was five years ago when she was barely ten years old; not knowing how much she had grown after living in seclusion due to the chaotic capital's condition after Takeomi met his soulmate and engaged with the lady from a well-known Dukedom.

"Wait, is that Takeomi behind!"

She muttered to herself, trying to find a good look of her eldest brother as he followed the path their youngest sister made; as if, he already expected that she would help him to fight against the second prince and his treason.

"Senju, baby!"

She heard a knock behind her bookshelf, pushing it open to see her parents with their right hand men and handmaidens before she took her coat and joined inside; making sure the shelf was put back in place before she made a run with her parents to the white rose garden.

The stairs were steep and narrow, slightly damp as they were behind the walls; listening to swords clashing against each other and blood gushing onto the floor. Senju was a realist but she could only pray for a miracle where Takeomi would win with their sister's support.

Her father's right-hand man decided to be the first who opened the exit and checked around the surroundings, pulling everyone out as they ran towards the Takeomi's army; hoping Haruchiyo's men would find then.

"There's the emperor!"

A clang of iron armour against each other, Senju knew they were already discovered by Haruchiyo's and there was nothing to do except to give in; begging for some merciful death by the sadistic prince.

"There, protect the imperial family!"

On the other side, she saw a young girl dressed in white coat with gold embellishments; her young sister commanding her brother's first order, rushing to fight against the traitorous knights while she held her family close to her heart, knowing today she might be able to face another day without any fear anymore.

Holding her parents and sister close, the young princess told them to get inside her carriage before they could flee to request a help from another family.

But, her idea was rejected by her dear father, telling her that she could do it but he would stay here even if it meant death; followed by her mother and then Senju.

"Then, I'll stay here, too, with all of you."

"How cute."

Haruchiyo's voice was heavy and cold, complementing the slow step he took in your direction; eyes darting to your petite frame before he took you by your collar, choking you in the process while his men pointing their swords at the imperial family and their trusted advisors.

"Bring them inside."

He ordered, taking the young princess like a sack before he threw her to the floor with a loud thud; lowering his gaze and signed her to kneel like the others as he stood up in front of them, resting the tip of his sword on Takeomi's cold body, no sign of life in his eyes anymore.

Haruchiyo had won; the new emperor who rose to the high position with his silver tongue, quick wit and cold demeanor perfect of a seasoned general in war.

The first was the former emperor; he was beheaded with no mercy as Haruchiyo purposely didn't finish it with one cut, watching the emperor scream in pain when he struck the second swing before the former emperor could finally leave this realm, looking at his wife with tears in his eyes and small 'i love you' when Haruchiyo stuck the last hit, ending the pacifist emperor's life.

The second was the empress. He didn't bat an eye and pushed his sword straight to her heart, twisting it slightly to the side to prolong her pain as blood started to come out from her mouth, getting her almost choked as she finally blew out her last breath, holding Senju's hand tightly to give her heart a bit of strength.

The third was Senju, the White Rose of the society. She was put in misery and her head wasn't in the right place when Haruchiyo asked her why she didn't use her magic to save their parents, stating how she was a selfish daughter; only thinking about her safety instead of saving her loving parents.

As the 'punishment', Haruchiyo cut both of her hands by the wrist and let her regret consuming her until she finally died due to blood loss, sitting on a pool of her warm blood until it turned cold and got sticky on the young princess' gown.

Haruchiyo's supposed blond hair turned pink now after creating a massacre, building his regime over spilled blood and envy; taking the young princess' face in his cold grasp, forcing her to see her now dead family then his eyes.

"As you know, no one is willing to get their daughter married to me,"

He took a stride, watching her carefully under his gaze while his men were discarding the dead bodies from the throne room; trying to not gag at the rustic stench filling the whole palace after a bloodbath.

"So, I decided to spare you to have the honour to be my empress."

You looked at him with fat tears running on your cheeks, not wanting to have him to claim you over as your eyes darted to your butler and lady-in-waiting; hoping they would go through the same fate as your family.

Licking the salty tears from your eyes, Haruchiyo let out a boisterous laugh; pushing you to the cold tiles as he told your butler to move you to the empress room, telling him that he would spend a night with you later.

"But, she's barely an adult! She doesn't have her debutante yet!"

Your lady-in-waiting pleaded, holding you close to her side as Haruchiyo ignored her; telling everyone that the emperor's order was absolute and couldn't be disobeyed if they wanted no blood to spill again tonight.

#series : rose and throne #cw.blood #cw.explicit depiction of murder

[catty-kitkat]

A vector design that I have had in mind for months and I finally figured out a compassion that I liked. I wanted to make a logo design for my OC, Henry White. Drawing this reminded me why I hate Illustrator. I hate the line/curve tool is so finicky, it was a pain to line and edit. Additionally, I hate having to lock and unlock layers when editing, it's so annoying.

#my art #oc #original character #digital art #kitkatsart #original art #drawing #digital artist #digital drawing #vector #vector art #logo #Henry White #Henry #The Blood-Soaked Pig #Horror #cw.blood #the forsaken #artist on tumblr #small artist #oc artist #pig #art #Demon of Brambleberry Lane #DoBL #creepy cute

[rockstar-edits]

"If it isn’t too much trouble could I order a Package 1 (Moodboard Type 1, Mini Stimboard, and a Wallpaper) of John Doe (from the game John Doe) With everything having Black/Red colors and a Lovecore/Yanderecore/Weirdcore/Goth aesthetic/theme? :D For the stimboard can it have Red calligraphy, Eyes and Knives cutting things please? Thank you so much and I hope you have a great day/night!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)*.♡"- Anon

Of course friend! I hope you have an amazing day/night too!!

Moodboard

Stimboard

/|| 🔪🔪| ♥️ ♥️ ||\

And Wallpaper

#John Doe #John doe game #Stimboard #Wallpaper #Moodboard #John Doe package #tw.knife #lovecore #wierdcore #hope you enjoy!! #cw.blood #fake blood #here you go!!! #hope you enjoy

[blondeboyfriend]

I want Bachira to drink my blood. not in a vampire way. but in a he does it while he’s fucking me the night before a game because he thinks it gives him good luck kinda way.

#.thirsts #.bllk #.bachira #cw.blood

[spitdrunken]

I am keeping this post out of the main tags, and putting everything about it under a cut! This one’s for you anon, you probably know who you are <3 Please be warned, this Adam post contains conversion rpe / noncon, homophobia, misogyny, and character death mentioned/implied. Please don’t read this to trigger or upset yourself.

conversion with adam is so horrendous and so hot to think abt asjdfkdsfn. because he's absolutely the kind of guy that'd try imagine him stringing along a sinner reader. convincing them he can get them into heaven (and maybe he can but not for good reasons) but he lies and makes out the only way he can pull it off is if they become straight. and the only way to prove that is rounds of getting fucked into the ground and bred by him i feel kind of guilty sharing that haha not trans so i haven't read detransition works but i like the opposite where the character doesn't want to date a woman and so forces them to become a man. i mostly just write that though because i can't find it how i like it

Don’t feel guilty!! I get it but you don’t need to feel that <3 and I haven’t read what you mentioned! But I totally get writing that stuff yourself, cuz it’s hard to find stuff that Exactly fulfills your desires

He really would try :’)! Adam would attempt it during the extermination, where you’re already horrendously stressed out, because of all the, y’know all the people being killed all around you.

You, in one way or another, end up at the other end of one of Adam's blasts, but , rather than immediately killing you, he can tell you're pretty hot. For a fucking sinner, at least. He's no stranger to raping a couple of chicks during an extermination, like, who cares if they're about to die in a couple of minutes anyway? But maybe he wants to play a little game this time around. (With a high chance of him getting bored just as quickly.)

You squeeze your eyes shut, readying yourself for an impact that never arrives. Instead, when you hesitantly look back out through your squinted eyelids, you are greeted by an angel leering above you.

Adam would tell you that with just one look, he could tell that a pretty bitch like you doesn’t belong here at all! There must’ve been some mistake somewhere, yeah, yeah… You belong up in Heaven, babe. And about half of you knows that this has to be bullshit, but you’ve seen friends and strangers alike die in front of your eyes today, and you are desperate to clutch at any straws, so you listen. There’s just one little thing you gotta do, he tells you.

And… What’s that? You ask, a little breathless, trying to hide your shaking. To no avail.

Adam hums for a moment, a grin flickering across his face, before a hand cups over his mouth, a finger rubbing at his chin as if he were deep in thought. You gotta get some ‘angelic essence’ inside you. Heh. In other words, us, yes, us two, are going to need to fuck. Right here. Right now.

If this were any other situation, you’d be tempted to flip him off, laugh in his face until you were close to tears, and get the hell out of there. But he could kill you with a snap of his fingers. Even then, this specific scenario comes out of left field.

I don’t… I— I’m not attracted to men. Sorry? You end up sputtering. Do… Female angels—

Adam cuts you off before you can finish. Yeah, well, not being ‘attracted to men’ is kinda part of the problem here, babe. Why do you think you’re down here?

You really don't want to do this. You'd rather take an angelic blast to the face. I… Can I not? You say, after swallowing the nervous spit accumulated in your mouth.

"Well, duh, of course you can say no! But I guess that would mean you're not really dedicated to getting into Heaven, and you'd rather stay a demon forever, huh?" He hisses out a breath through grit teeth, as if he's just about to tell you horrible news. "And that means… I gotta kill you, babe. That's just how things work! Either you get fucked by me right here and now, or I blast your soul to little pieces. Is that clear enough for you?"

And that’s how you end up on your stomach, in the middle of corpses and rubble, pants and underwear shimmied down to around your knees. Little rocks scraping at your skin with every thrust, your insides burning with pain. Not so unenthusiastic after all, huh? Adam pants out. I can feel you getting fucking wetter. Stupid bitch. You think any ‘wetness’ in between your legs right now could only be blood.

Adam usually couldn’t care less about his partner’s pleasure, much less when it comes to a sinner such as yourself, but he wants to prove a point here. He wants to have a man such as himself make you feel good, and scramble that brain of yours for the rest of your existence. So, as you sob, a hand clumsily starts to rub in the general area of your clit, eventually figuring out exactly where to touch. He laughs and laughs and laughs as you tighten up around him and beg and plead for him to stop— But he chooses to interpret it as telling him to continue.

Greedy bitch, he hisses out. All you needed was a bit of cock to set your mind straight— I’ll make you cum, don’t you fucking worry. But he finishes before you, filling you up with rope after rope of hot cum, as you shudder and shiver in disgust underneath him. And he does make you cum. It feels more like a release of pressure rather than anything pleasurable, though you can’t stop the strangled cry leaving your mouth, or the convulsion of your inner walls.

Adam pulls out of you, laughter still on his lips. Pity to have to kill a decent pussy such as this one. Ah, well, whatever. And—

#cha.adam #cw.conversion #cw.noncon #cw.death #cw.blood #cw.misogyny

[smallestapplin]

Shiny Anon:

How about a badly injured!reader and concerned-and-afraid Emmet (and Ingo). I’m sure the twins have first aid training, but it’s not meant for this sort of thing. Not the best way to end a date…

Have a bit of a prompt for it:

“Hey, don’t close your eyes!” The blood is soaking through Emmet’s coat, staining the white fabric a terrifying red. You try to obey, you really do, but everything is going fuzzy and dark at the edges. A whimper of pain escapes you as Emmet presses down harder.

“Stay awake, stay with me!”

—

What happened, the cause, the consequences, everything else is up to you.

-✨

P.S. sorry if this got asked before, tumblr seems to like sending my messages before I’m ready to send them. That said, this is the actual ask.

I’m not very good with long prompts so I hope this is to your liking!

CW! Blood and injury!

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You always knew your lovers were decently popular, so you aren’t caught off guard when on dates you three get stopped.

It doesn’t happen often, thankfully.

Ingo and Emmet are usually very good at keeping interactions brief.

But you know how much they love to battle, you can tell when they haven’t had a battle, or a good one in a while.

They love the thrill and the on spot strategies, they just find it so fun! They are truly in their element.

You three decided to take all your Pokémon to a park, to hopefully get out some energy.

But you knew they wanted a battle.

You offered, but a double would be better, yet there are only three of you.

But a fan of theirs happened to over hear your problem, such a sweet young man offered to help.

Emmet was so giddy, you alone are a strong trainer! So a battle buddy for you? This will be exciting!

Ingo perked up at the promise of a battle, Chandelure humming happily with her trainer.

And thus the battle went underway.

You can feel your blood pumping, as you stand in front of Emmet, and your companion in front of Ingo. Though a stranger, your battle buddy was kind and easy to work with.

Both of you communicating easily to land effective attacks.

Both sides are on the ropes, each person down to their last Pokémon, one last round to determine the victors.

Ingo’s Haxorus and Emmet’s Archeops, are all they have left.

You should be able to win this, if you two plan this right.

The area around the battle field is cloudy, the dust being almost thick, you can hardly see.

Ingo’s shout brings you back from your thoughts.

“Haxours! Use dragon claw!”

A loud roar echoes from the dragon, before thundering footsteps rapidly approach.

Your body moves on autopilot.

Haxorus had missed her opponent, in full charge the large Pokémon tries stopping, momentum keeping her going.

Noticing too late she missed.

The man barely on time to move.

Luckily you noticed before he did. You slam your shoulder into him, knocking him out of the way and onto the ground.

You gasp, feeling the attack hit you. Your body doesn’t touch the ground as the dragon type holds you. Your blood quickly dripping from the new gashes across stomach.

The dust slowly settling, with a pained cry from Haxours

The twins are terrified once they can see again.

Eyes widening at the sight of blood covering their beloved pokemon.

The man sparring with you quickly pulling out his phone, frantically dialing and calling help.

The brothers quickly rush over, trying to get Haxorus to let you go.

“Darling! Darling answer me!”

Emmet shouts, while Ingo talks the Pokémon into laying you down.

The both had first aid training, but not for anything like this.

You can’t respond, you feel so tired, your eye lids feel like lead.

You whimper.

It’s the only thing they hear from you.

Emmet holds you close, while Ingo yanks off his coat.

“Hey, don’t close your eyes!” The blood is soaking through Emmet’s coat, staining the once white fabric a deep red.

Ingo balls up parts of his coat, applying pressure to the gashes.

You try to stay away, you try to talk to them, to keep your eyes open, but everything is going fuzzy and dark at the edges.

Looking up, all you see at the scared expressions of your beloveds, tears streaming down their cheeks.

A whimper of pain escapes you as Emmet holds you tighter, and Ingo presses down harder.

“Dear, please! Stay awake, stay with us!”

You can’t.

You’ve never felt more exhausted.

You hope they can forgive you.

The last thing you hear are their panicked screeches.

-

You wake up to an awful bright light shining through the curtains.

You lazily open your eyes, groaning in agony.

It feels like you were hit by a bus.

You body feels so stiff and sore.

You try to move your arms at least, but find they feel heavy.

Looking down, you see on either side of you, Ingo on your right, and Emmet on your left.

Both twins holding and laying their heads on your arms, holding onto you like your disappear.

You don’t want to bug them, they look so tired, like they could use some extra sleep. Though you doubt these positions are comfortable.

You shift, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed. You didn’t mean to wake them up.

Emmet shoots up at the movement, his eyes unfocused, but he’s trying.

Ingo jolts, before slowly rising, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Darling you’re awake!”

“Careful Emmet! Be mindful of their injury!”

Emmet slows his roll, he looked like he was going to lunge at you before being scolded.

His arms are still quick to wrap around you, as best he can.

Before smothering your face with tear filled kisses.

Ingo is not far behind, slowly kissing up your arms to your neck, waiting for Emmet to move so he can kiss you too.

“How do you feel, dear? Do you need anything?”

You groan a bit before laying your head completely back.

“Some water, please? I feel like I’m dying.”

“I’ll be right back!” You don’t think Emmet has moved so fast.

Which leaves you and Ingo.

He holds your hand, kissing the back of it before moving up to kiss you. His lips press against yours gently, as if you’d break.

“I’m so sorry, we were so worried that…I….I’m just so happy you’re okay.”

A few stray tears fall down, he leans his forehead against yours, taking in and basking in your presence.

“I know, but I’m okay! I love you.”

Ingo breaks, lowering his head to your shoulder and sobs.

His shoulders shaking with each cry he lets out.

It was his Pokémon that harmed you, it’s all his fault, had he and Emmet not wanted a battle you wouldn’t be in a hospital.

Had he just said no, and waited for a challenger on his line.

He’s sorry.

“I thought, I thought I’d never hear you say that again!”

You leans your head against his, still feeling so tired.

But you’re relived.

Emmet comes back, tears of his own brimming his eyes.

“Water for darling!”

You go to move, but he’s quick to help you, letting you lay back while he holds the cup for you.

You greedily drink the ice cold water, it feels so refreshing after Arceus knows how long.

“Thank you.”

Emmet quickly settles in next to you. His smile quivering.

“Anything for you, love.”

You don’t know what’ll happen after this, but you’re glad to know you’re going to be well taken care of.

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