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[henrycavillobsessed]

Hi - may I ask for an angsty one with Henry Cavill x girlfriend reader: During an evening walk with Kal, she gets attacked by a mugger. Struggling defending herself and Kal, she gets stabbed in the gut, but is so lost on her adrenaline rush she do not even notice! Fleeing the scene, she hurries home with Kal off leash. Already at the door, Henry sees that something is seriously wrong! Excessive use of the words "Im fine" and "Tend to Kal instead", before reader simply faints in the hallway...

It's been a while since I've written anything, so I was incredibly grateful for this request! I hope you don't mind, but I've written this as a Henry AU - Detective!Henry - with multiple parts, as I wanted to expand the story further. Thanks again for your request, part one is below! :)

Dark Side Of Me - Part One

AU Henry Cavill (Detective!Henry) x female reader

Words: 3,754

TW/CW: Angst/whump. Mentions of sex/trying for a baby. Violence/fighting/mugging/violence against an animal. Blood/mentions of injury. Bad language. Mentions of hospital/surgery. Pregnancy/miscarriage.

Notes: This is my very first AU Henry fic! Also, I know nothing about how policemen/police forces work, this is a fan written piece of fiction and I am likely to get something wrong. Anything I have written is for entertainment purposes only, and may not be 100% accurate. Any and all feedback welcome! :)

(Part two can be found here)

Henry was late home again. I wasn’t mad exactly; just disappointed. Laughing to myself- slightly bitterly- at the cliché, I sighed. As a detective superintendent, Henry’s job was incredibly demanding, not just on Henry himself but on his time too. Evenings like tonight happened more often than not, with Henry regularly rushing in through the door, a bunch of petrol station bought flowers balancing precariously on top of the stacks of files in his arms. Tonight was no exception.

“Hiya love, I am so sorry I’m late,” he said, handing me yellow roses, the cellophane wrapped around them rustling as he leaned in for a kiss. I felt my earlier disappointment evaporate somewhat. As a cop’s wife, I’d long ago resigned myself to this life, and was always grateful for all and any time I got to spend with him.

“It’s okay… although, hmm… yellow roses? Must mean you’re not quite finished working yet if you’ve bought me my favourite flowers,” I half-jokingly said to him with a smile. Henry sheepishly smiled back.

“You know me far too well, wife of mine.”

Sighing again, I took the flowers from him and went through into the kitchen to fetch a vase. Filling it with water, I heard Henry fussing Kal, our American Akita dog. I say ours, but it was no secret that Kal was a complete daddy’s boy. I might do the majority of feeding him, walking him and playing with him but the minute Henry was home I didn’t get a look in. Bringing the vase now filled with flowers into the living room, I put them next to the last lot he’d bought me, which were still fresh.

Henry followed me in, wrapping his long arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head as he looked down at the flowers on the table. I could feel the guilt radiating from him, and turned to face him.

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it, you know I do.”

“I know, I know… It’s just you deserve so much better than these shitty flowers as apologies all the time…” Henry said, running his hands through his dark curly hair anxiously.

“Stop it. They’re lovely,” I soothed, taking his hands in mine and holding them between us. He smiled, a tired smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You’re too good for me. I promise, I shouldn’t be too long with this paperwork tonight, and then we can go out for dinner, how about that? You choose where.”

I tried and failed to hide my excitement; eating dinner out together was such a rare occurrence, a real treat. “How about that lovely little Italian place we went to for my birthday last year?” I asked.

“Sounds perfect,” Henry replied, before kissing me gently on top of my head and turning around to remove his work jacket, the sight of his shirt pulling tight across his toned back causing my breath to hitch in my throat. We’d been married just over ten years, yet the test of time had done nothing to dull the allure he held.

In another universe, Henry could have been a model, or perhaps a Hollywood actor, being over six foot tall with his rugged jawline and heart-breaking smile, gentle blue eyes and of course, those super-soft brown curls, with the smattering of grey at the temples. His spent time on his appearance- working out daily with both weights and cardio, resulting in a muscular physique. Even his voice was attractive, smooth and deep. Yet the TV appearances Henry made weren’t red carpet affairs as an A-lister, but press conferences, informing the public of developments in big cases as the lead detective superintendent. The way Henry gave his speeches had a captivating effect, worthy perhaps of an Oscar, yet this wasn’t acting. The serious look on his face, the furrowed brow above dark and stormy eyes, mouth set in a grim line as he told the awaiting media of the criminals he was hunting paired with his tall and imposing stature and his sincere promises with that cultured accent that these dangerous people will be caught were all believed by the rapt and attentive faces in the audience below him, and the worried public watching from home. When Henry was getting statements from terrified victims, he was kind and patient, and many found him easy to open up to and confide in, and again believed him when he vowed to bring them justice. It wasn’t just his words that put people at ease either, his track record for solved cases was near enough perfect, and he never filed away a case until it was solved, even if it meant working on it for longer than was to be expected. And when it came to chasing after and finally catching those he pursued it then became obvious that all the time spent working out at the gym wasn’t for reasons of vanity; his strength and stamina meant the villains were absolutely no match for him, and when he had them opposite him in handcuffs, his intelligence and dark coercion made quick work of getting a confession out of them. His co-workers said that Henry often put them to shame, saying he was going to push them out of a job, yet they were only joking; Henry was a joy to work with, his charming smile and helpful demeanor meant he made friends wherever he went, and his superiors never had a bad word to say about him either and all his reviews always came back glowing. He was universally loved by the public, his peers and of course, by me. I was in awe of him every day, and counted myself more than lucky that I was the one he’d asked to be his wife, even if I did have to share him with the job; it was worth it.

Henry caught me staring. “Like what you see, hmm?” he winked, and laughed out loud when I blushed.

“Hey, I won’t be made me to feel embarrassed for lusting after my own husband!” I replied, playfully swatting at him. “But as a matter of fact, yes I do like what I see.”

“Well maybe you can see more of it later, after dinner, if you’re lucky,” he purred, and I felt my body heat in response. “And if we’re both lucky, tonight might be the night we make a little Henry or Y/N… what do you think?”

I looked up at him in adoration. We loved our life together, being happily married and each had our own careers, our beautiful town house in the center of London, and of course, our wonderful Kal, but recently we’d decided that we wanted to expand our family and felt it was time to start thinking about welcoming a baby of our own into our lives. It was difficult to try properly with how busy Henry was with work, so we’d had a long chat about how we weren’t going to get our hopes up too much, I was just going to come off my contraception and we’d see what happens. I was genuinely okay with this arrangement, however whenever he said things like that it made my heart swell.

“I love you, Mr Cavill,” I whispered.

“I love you too, Mrs Cavill,” he replied, kissing me deeply.

Just then, Kal’s whining from the hallway floated into the living room; we both knew he was sat by his leads hanging up by the front door as it was time for his nightly walk. Usually Henry and I took him out together. Henry looked guilty again.

“How about I take him whilst you get the rest of your work done? Then by the time I get back we can both get ready and head out for dinner?” I said.

“Are you sure? I don’t like the idea of you going out on your own…”

“I won’t be on my own, I’ll be with Kal,” I assured him. “Plus, I won’t take him far, just through the park and around the block?”

“Okay, but take your phone, and keep an eye on your surroundings,” he said, worriedly.

“Yes, Detective Cavill, sir!” I laughed, making him smile. “Honestly, I’ll be fine. See you in a bit.”

Kissing him quickly and telling him again that I loved him, I grabbed Kal and we both flew out the front door, leaving Henry at his desk surrounded by his paperwork, all of us blissfully unaware of what was about to happen.

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It was a typical November evening; pitch black already even though it was barely 7pm, cold and blustery, with the threat of rain hanging in the air. I wish I’d put on something thicker than my old rain mac, and was glad I was only taking Kal on a short stroll. We’d been through the park already, the huge fluffy bear happily stopping and sniffing every lamppost and flowerbed we walked by, his tail constantly wagging. We were now walking back towards our house down the back alleys, and even though I’d said to Henry I’d be fine, I couldn’t help feeling slightly on edge; I suppose this was part of being a policeman’s wife, always aware that there could be danger lurking in the dark. I was grateful for my huge dog and his intimidating presence, well, as intimidating as he could be with his big slobbery smile and his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. I laughed at his infectious joy and ruffled his ears.

“Not long now boy and we’ll be home in the warm,” I said to him conversationally. “I wonder how you dad is getting on-“ I stopped mid sentence. Kal’s mood had suddenly shifted; his ears flattened back, and a growl was beginning low in his throat. I looked around for whatever it was that had spooked him, getting my phone out of my pocket, Henry’s number first on my speed dial. I didn’t get chance to call as a hand flew out of the darkness, knocking the phone out of my hand; I heard it shatter somewhere on the concrete behind me.

“Not the night for a pretty little thing like you to be walking alone,” said a voice. Kal bared his teeth as a man emerged from the shadows. He was wearing a dark tracksuit, a cap pulled low over his face. I didn’t answer him, my eyes darting for an escape route. We were so close to home, if I could just run…

“I know you,” the stranger said. “You’re that cunt cop’s missus. I’ve seen him on the telly, seen you both out together.” Still, I said nothing. “Reckon you’ve got some decent dosh on you if you’re married to a pig…”

“Look, I’m just out walking my dog,” I said, frightened but firm. “I don’t have anything to give you, I don’t have my bag with me. Please, leave me alone…” I tried to move past him, but he stepped into my path, blocking me.

“Hmm, that won’t do… what about the dog? Bet he’s worth some money,” his mouth split into a menacing grin under the cap as he moved to snatch Kal’s lead from me. I pushed him back with as much power as I could muster, hoping it would be enough to make enough time to escape and run home, but I wasn’t quick enough. His fist pulled back and then rammed into my face with so much force that I felt my nose break, and I screamed.

Kal launched himself between me and the mugger, attempting to bite his hand, the one that had punched me, but again the man powered up his fist, this time hitting Kal on his snout and he yelped.

“No! Leave him alone!” I screamed again. The stranger laughed viciously, punching Kal again and this time I got in front of him, flailing at him, attempting to hurt him in any way I could, any way that would stop him for beating my dog, stealing him…

“You fucking bitch, get off!” he yelled, and then howled in pain as Kal’s teeth finally connected with their target; his tracksuit sleeve was shiny with the same blood that was now smeared on Kal’s muzzle. He was now completely enraged, and he plunged his hand into his trouser pocket; I saw a glint of silver as he ran like a bull to a red flag towards Kal… I jumped in front my dog, arms outstretched, protecting him from the incoming assault, and just in time, our attacker’s hand connected with my stomach rather than Kal’s face, punching me harder than I was expecting, pain shooting across my abdomen, and I felt the air whoosh out of my lungs, winding me. Quickly though I regained myself, adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I screamed louder than ever, propelling my entire body at him and finally, he fell, landing flat on his back on the pavement, slick with his own blood.

“Kal, come on! Let’s go! Get home!” I shouted frantically, and Kal took off, his lead lost in the struggle, with me running behind, not looking back, only forward, to help, to Henry.

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Back at home, Henry looked up from the case report he’d lost himself in, at the clock on the mantelpiece, and was surprised to see how much time had passed since you and Kal had left for their walk. You should have been back by now, and immediately he felt ice plunge into his stomach; something was wrong, his detective instincts were telling him. Grabbing his phone he dialled your number, and was dismayed when he heard your voicemail message. Anxiety prickling at him, he quickly thought through options. Logic was telling him not to panic, maybe you’d just run into someone you knew and were chatting? But he knew better; you never went anywhere without a charged phone, and you’d always let him know if you’d be late home, even if was only going to be a couple of minutes. Throwing a hand through his hair agitatedly, he decided he would go over to the park, see if he could find you both. That’s when he heard a dog’s howl and his heart stuttered with fear.

Henry ran towards the sound of the animal, praying it wasn’t Kal, hoping against hope it was another dog, and threw open the back door to see Kal sprinting up the garden path, the akita throwing himself into Henry, whining desperately.

“Kal! What is it boy? Where’s your mum? Is that- is that blood?!” Henry held Kal’s face in his hand trying to inspect it, but Kal barked and wrenched himself away from Henry’s grasp, turning his head in the direction of the bottom of the garden. Henry followed his gaze and saw you, still upright, but barely, staggering through the gate. Henry flew towards you.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?!” he cried, grabbing you, holding you up. He could see blood on your face too, coming from your nose. Anger coursed through him.

“Henry, oh my god, Henry, this guy, he tried to… he punched Kal… hurt Kal…”

“Kal is okay… come on, let’s get you in, you’re bleeding…”

“No, no, I’m fine, need to check Kal… Kal…”

Henry suddenly had the realisation that something was seriously wrong with you, something more than the obvious broken nose. You were shaking severely, ice cold and pale. He held you at arm’s length, eyes raking you up and down, checking for… oh god, he thought, no, no, no…

A dark stain was blooming across the bottom of the purple raincoat you were wearing… Henry ripped it open and pulled off your t-shirt; it ripped away easily and Henry cried out vehemently at the sight of the wound underneath. It was clear you’d been stabbed. No, no, no…

“Henry?” came your quiet voice. “Henry?”

“It’s okay love, it’s okay, you’re okay, come on, I’m going to get you some help…” Henry’s voice caught as you fell to your knees, head lolling against your chest. “Come on Y/N, come on, you’re okay, you’re going to be okay…” He lifted you into his arms, speeding into the house and lying you down on the sofa, the blood flowing too fast from the hole in your stomach. I’ve got to stop the bleeding, Henry thought, his mind going into emergency mode.

“Kal… we need to help Kal… he hurt our Kal, Henry…” you whispered from the sofa as Henry whipped the tablecloth away from the dining table with one hand and dialled the emergency number with the other.

“I know, look, he’s okay though, see?” Henry said as he used the tablecloth to attempt to stop the bleeding; in an instant it was soaked through. Kal whimpered slightly, peering at you worriedly from behind Henry. You smiled faintly, and then, suddenly, your face went slack as a trickle of bright scarlet blood flowed from the corner of your mouth and your eyes rolled back in your head. You went completely still, and Henry saw, with icy terror flooding into his mouth, that you had stopped breathing. Roaring your address down the phone to the operator, he tossed the phone aside and started CPR. Come on, come on… don’t die, you can’t die… he thought desperately. Please, please, don’t let her die… I’ll do anything, please don’t take her from me…

He openly cried with relief when the ambulance arrived and the paramedics raced in, immediately taking over from Henry with the CPR, and sobbed when he saw you take a breath. He stood on the front step, watching as they sped you away with full blue lights and sirens- “we’ll be taking her into surgery Mr Cavill, if you can follow behind us” – and as the adrenaline left his system, he looked down to see his shirt and hands completely covered in your blood, and he fell to the floor, the sobs wracking his body as they clawed their way up his throat.

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Kal, Henry thought, composing himself and rushing back inside to check on the dog. He found him shaking next to the blood-soaked sofa, and checking him over thoroughly, it soon became apparent that Kal hadn’t been stabbed either, to Henry’s immense relief.

“Come here, boy,” he said, holding out his arms, to which Kal gratefully nuzzled in to. Henry held him until they both stopped shaking, and retrieving his phone, Henry called one of his brothers who thankfully lived close by, and promised to be there in less than ten minutes to take Kal to the vet for a check up, just in case.

As he cuddled Kal and waited for his brother, Henry had a thought, his detective mind coming back into focus now the shock was wearing off. That blood on Kal’s muzzle, I don’t think that’s hers… Standing up, he went to his work bag and got out one of the blood-sample tubes he kept in his field kit. Speaking to his dog in calm, soothing tones, he put on a pair of rubber gloves, and carefully scraped off the drying blood from Kal’s fur, before screwing the lid on tightly and dropping the tube into an evidence bag, which he then put in his pocket.

Just then, Henry’s brother arrived, and Henry hurriedly caught him up, and they gave each other a swift hug before each of them raced off in their respective cars, one to the vet and the other to the hospital.

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“Detective Superintendent Cavill, hi,” said the on-call surgeon to Henry as he strode into the ICU. Henry recognised him, having worked with him before on past cases, and was pleased it was him who had been the one to operate on you tonight.

“Hey, doc. How is she?” Henry asked, trying to keep the worry from his voice, and failing.

“It was touch and go for a while, and she is in a critical but stable condition. The next twenty-four hours will give us an idea of her prognosis,” replied the surgeon. “Although, I’m afraid I do have some bad news…”

“Bad news?” A hundred different thoughts and scenarios raced through Henry’s mind; panic threatened to overwhelm him.

“Perhaps it’s best if we sit down for a minute,” the surgeon led him to a private room. “When we were operating, we noticed Mrs Cavill was hemorrhaging not only from her abdomen, but from her uterus too. She was… she was pregnant, but the trauma to her body from the stabbing was too much. We did everything we could to stop it, but she miscarried. I’m so sorry.”

The doctor’s voice was drowned out by an odd whirring in Henry’s ears. His voice seemed disconnected to his body. “She was pregnant?” he whispered.

“I understand this is a shock. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know.” The surgeon looked at him with pity.

Henry stood up, hands thrown through his hair again; his giveaway tell for stress. “Yeah doc, um, do me a favour actually. Don’t tell her, if – when – she wakes up. I’ll tell her, I want to be the one.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Thank you. Will she be okay if I step out for a while? I need to get to the station, see if we can start going about catching whoever did this…”

“Absolutely; she’s in the best place. I will call if anything changes.” The surgeon stood too.

“Thanks doc,” Henry grasped and shook the surgeon’s hand, before leaving the private room and heading down the corridor to see you.

Nothing could have prepared him for the sight that greeted him. Of course, over his years in the force, Henry had seen plenty of disturbing and upsetting scenes, but this, seeing his wife, the woman he was in love with, his whole life led on that bed surrounded by wires and beeping machines, a thick white bandage wrapped around her torso, an oxygen mask dominating her face… this was definitely the worst. And to know you had been pregnant… cold anger and grief washed over him, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“I’ll find who did this,” Henry whispered as he leant over and kissed your forehead. “I’ll find him and I’ll make him pay in every way I can, I promise.”

As he headed down the corridor and out of the hospital, the little vial of blood in its evidence bag burned a hole in his pocket.

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[gojous-exbabymama]

random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

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“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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#pls #I want to get railed by ✨all of them✨ #when you let you mind and fingers run wild #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru #gojo headcanons #gojo saturo x black reader #gojou smut #megumifushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi smut #megumi headcanons #megumi x black reader #itadori yuuji #itadori yuuji x reader #yuuji headcanons #yuuji x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji x black reader #aoi todo #aoi todo x reader #aoi todo smut #aoi todo headcanon #jjk megumi #jjk gojo #jjk yuuji #jjk aoi #jjk smut #jjk headcanons

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Insatiable - Chapter Twelve: Let Me Avenge You

Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader "Savia"

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Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, public groping, spanking, masturbation, oral (f receiving), voyeurism, LOTS of exhibitionism, character cross-over (Pero Tovar is here for a brief moment yes I did that), dom! Oberyn, possessive Oberyn.

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Summary: Daenerys Targaryen’s arrival comes with more than you’d think. Shocking revelations force you to cut family ties. While you and Oberyn attempt to distract yourselves from your ever-growing stress, the missing status of your only prisoner demands immediate attention.

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A/N: Daenerys Targaryen, Pero Tovar, dom! Oberyn, I can’t handle myself rn!! This chapter is mainly a set-up for the chapters to come. I needed to get some important info. out there lol, so this one may seem short, but like I said, it’s a set-up for bigger chapters in the future (: IM SO EXCITED

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           How anyone manages to be in Daenerys Targaryen’s presence without swooning is a complete mystery to you. She is one of the most beautiful women you have ever seen. Her long, platinum blonde hair shines brightly under any light, her smile is contagious, and her eyes are more beautiful than the Narrow Sea. She is positively graceful, in every respect of the word; she is charming and kind and, how is it again she hasn’t yet been betrothed?

           Tonight, the banquet hall is… different, to say the least. Instead of pleasant dining and conversation, the brutes scattered before you feast on their food like it’s their last meal. They shout and curse and bang their hands on the tables before standing and fighting each other for the last slice of bread. And to Oberyn’s surprise, you’re not frightened by them. It’s humorous, you must admit.

           “You surprise me every day, my little dove.” he smirks, sipping from his glass.

           “Ah, a new nickname, I see?” you return, smiling while your eyes remain set on the scene before you.

           “You inspire the poet living deep within me, love.” Oberyn reaches for your hand, eyeing you as you continue to watch the Dothraki horselords scuffle for food.

           The prince’s eyes flicker to the men, and then back to you, his smirk only growing wider.

           “Do they interest you, sweet thing?”

           You hum, shrugging lightly before returning his gaze. He raises an inquisitive eyebrow at you, which only serves to make your smirk grow wider.

           “Do you still wish to keep me all to yourself, my prince?”

           His hand immediately tightens, the look of amusement once on his face quickly replaced by a stern expression.

           “Yes.” he immediately says. “Always.”

           “Good.” You hum, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips. Leaning back just enough to speak, you whisper over his lips. “I wouldn’t want one of these men tearing me from your arms and running off to have his way with me.”

           “Savia,” Oberyn grumbles, unsure if he’s becoming more agitated or aroused. He decides on aroused. “Your prince is about to have his way with you if you don’t stop.”

           “Oh, really?” you counter, “Right here?”

           Oberyn merely shrugs. “It’s just us, is it not?”

           He has a point. Although you wish it weren’t the case, neither of your families are here. Oberyn’s remaining daughters aren’t old enough to attend such gatherings. Right now, it is you, Oberyn, your guards, and your guests.

           “The Dothraki are known to appreciate public displays of erotica.” He continues, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.

           No matter how many sexual encounters Oberyn has had over the years, excitement always filled his veins at the prospect of another. His lust for sex and intimate connection never dwindled, regardless of how often he indulged in it. This was something you loved about him, something that hit deep within your heart. His unwavering passion for life never ceased, and you feed off of that enticing energy. 

           “Prince Oberyn,” you state, raising your brows. “Are you intending to breed me in front of these men and our guest?”

           Oh, right. Daenerys.

           Oberyn sighs at the reminder. “I suppose it shall be for another time. He reluctantly replies, rolling his eyes as his aggravation swiftly returns.

           While you both greatly respect the Dothraki Queen, this didn’t mean you couldn’t express your love. After all, it is Dorne.

           “You never fail to disappoint me.” Your prince happily sighs, watching as you move to climb onto his lap.

           His hands find your face, bringing you in and connecting your lips. Both of your arms wrap around his neck as you deepen the kiss, already feeling him begin to rise between your legs. You wiggle lightly above him, rolling your hips slightly and rubbing your clothed core against his.

           You could so easily pull this off, so easily open his robes and grip him in hand. He’d place his hands on your hips, guiding you down onto his shaft until he’s fully seated inside, wrapping his arms around you and stroking your back while you leaned in to kiss his neck. You’d leave marks on the skin covering his throat and collar bones. Oberyn would lift your dress, displaying your beautiful body to the ravenous men in the crowd behind you. They’d watch as you lifted and lowered yourself, watched as you slowly began undressing until you were left in nothing but your bare skin. He’d cup your backside in his large hands, guiding your motions until you couldn’t take it anymore, until you came undone around him while your moans floated through the air.

           “What is it, my love?” Oberyn murmurs above you. “What has excited you so?”

           You’ve moved away from his lips and down to his neck, rolling your hips over his while you begin giving into the fantasy in your mind. Your tongue pokes out to lick his tawny skin, nipping at the flesh before sucking it between your teeth. He groans at the sensation, both hands lowering to grab your ass in hand.

           “I like the idea of you taking me in front of another,” you pant out, your breaths increasing as you begin picking up your pace. “I like when you feel the need to show possession over me.” 

           “Is that so?” he sighs, tilting his head to the side so you can kiss down his neck. “You liked when I took you on our balcony, no? When I made love to you in front of the guards that guard our very walls. The same guards that stare at your breasts and tug their cocks at night to the thought of your naked form?”

           Oberyn loved to claim you, to make sure others knew you were his. It was exciting to him, to both of you, clearly. It’s exactly what he did on the balcony that day and what he’s done many times before. It is entirely exhilarating to be fucked so publicly by the one you love, teasing others by letting them see what they cannot have. It’s something new to you, and something new to him, too. Before, he openly shared the one he loved, but now, he can’t stand the idea of another having their hands on you. You’re his, his to do with whatever he chose to, as long as you allowed it. More than anyone, the prince saw just how magnificently beautiful you truly are. He can’t blame others for staring, for wanting to do what he does each and every day. And like everything else in his life, he likes to brag. 

           “Oberyn…” you breathe out against him, pressing your smile into the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

           “Should I let them watch, sweet thing? Should I let them watch me fuck my cum into you? Into your beautiful body while you moan beneath my influence? While I grab your tits and lick their skin?”

           “Yes, please.” You whimper. “I want them to see.”

           “Now?”

           You lift your head at his question, turning your eyes in the direction of the Khaleesi. To your absolute shock, she’s already looking. And what’s even more shocking is her smile. It’s almost encouraging, almost as if she admires your lewd act. It dawns on you that she must see this every day, and she of course knows the reputation of the prince of Dorne, as well as yours by now, no doubt.

           “Or should we invite your favorite warrior to our chambers once dinner is done?” 

           Your eyes return to him, a timid smile and innocent look now expressed on your face. You nod, biting your lip as you stare into his chocolate-brown eyes. Upon seeing your reaction, his grip on your cheeks tightens, an excited gulp of air filling his lungs.

           “I cannot wait to ravish you tonight, little one.”

           The feast began not long after Daenerys and her Dothraki hoard arrived. Both you and prince greeted her kindly, assigning her a personal servant for her everyday needs during her stay. There were not enough rooms for her entire clan, of course, so her army had set up camp outside the palace walls. Nearby caves housed her three children, now massive with age.

           Your allegiance to her and the Iron Throne was to be politically officiated tomorrow night, a true celebration soon to follow. But once dinner ends, you have the night to yourselves. And what a night it will be.

           “Do any particular warriors interest you, my love?”

           You continue to sit on the prince’s lap, though instead of straddling him, you now sit with your bum on his thigh, your legs laying over his other leg. His one arm wraps around your back, holding you against him while you both snack on the last dish’s treats.

           “Yes,” you grin, nodding in the direction of a man on the far left.

           Oberyn follows your gaze, eyeing the various men in the hall. He whispers to you when he thinks he’s found the man who holds your interest. The prince asks if he’s correct, returning his eyes to the man when you confirm that he’s right.

           His hair is dark, his complexion similar to that of your love. He has a scar over his eye, slicing through his brow, quite nicely complimenting the man’s scowl. The warrior’s body is quite impressive, as well, his muscles pressing against the linens lining his broad form.

           “He’s quite handsome,” Oberyn hums, squeezing your hip in his warm hand.

           “You think so?” you ask, smirking wildly at your partner.

           “It will be quite exciting to let him watch,” Oberyn whispers, lifting his hand to cup your cheek.

           “Are you eager to show this man how you please me, my love?” you inquire, offering him a raspberry and smiling when he parts his lips to take it.

           You place a gentle kiss on the tip of your lover’s nose, your cheeks flushing lightly with anticipation, a warmth already blooming in your lower belly.

           “Of course I am,” he grumbles, bringing you in for a kiss. “I love when they look, when they challenge my place.”

           “I don’t think they mean to do so when they stare,” you giggle, admiring his hotheaded temper and dominant tone.

           “They do whether they mean to or not,” he angrily returns. “They can look, they can look all they want. But they cannot touch.”

           His grip tightens, his fingers pinching your sides while his other hand slithers between your legs. “They cannot touch what is mine.”

           You gasp lightly at the tingling sensation his forceful grip brings, settling into his hold and swaying gently against his palm. Oberyn wiggles his fingers in response, applying pressure to your already swollen bud.

           Khaleesi’s advisors sit with her toward the other end of the table, quietly discussing their political stance while you and the prince fondle each other without worry. You giggle against him as you return to straddling his lap, moving with the motions of his hands while his lips press fervently against yours. He’s playful, he’s happy, and you’re thankful to see him let go after a period of such stress and disarray. It seems like he’s becoming himself again.

           Oberyn’s lips move down to your neck, his eyes rising to scan the room in search for the desirable soldier. He twitches slightly when he meets the other man’s gaze, now aware of his voyeuristic tendencies. He’s been watching the entire time, watching you move your body against the prince’s lap while his own erection swiftly grew in his pants.

           “He’s watching my love,” Oberyn mumbles against you. “He likes the way you move.”

           You rise, turning your head and glancing over your shoulder to see if what he says is true. And it is. Your smirk rises when you see the man reach down to adjust himself, leaning forward on the table as he eyes you hungrily. You send a wink his way, watching as the rugged man’s lips part as he watches you continue to sway your hips. He sees the prince’s hands as they run over your form, squeezing your ass, your sides, rising to your breasts and cupping them in hand.

          “I cannot blame him for his admiration, Inamorata. Such a divine thing in my hands. I love when you’re like this,” he wholeheartedly expresses, “when you’re so aroused you cannot contain it. You entrance me... naughty little thing.” 

           Pero feels himself grow hot, feels his breaths hurry as he continues to watch. His arousal grows when he sees you smile at him once again, a small kiss blown his way making him twitch in his trousers. He reaches down, adjusting himself while tugging lightly on his cock. He wonders what it would be like to feel your warmth around him, to feels the plushness of your breasts and taste the slick leaking out from between your thighs. He’d be happy with simply seeing your naked form, seeing you painted in his seed while he jerks himself above you. He’d love to fuck you, to absolutely tear you apart.

           Oberyn sees the man’s struggle, wondering what the warrior’s cock looks like beneath his cloths. He ruts up against you, thinking of how hard the man must be watching your glorious form move over his body. He licks a long stripe up your neck, holding the man’s gaze while he does it.  

           What little patience the prince has is running thin, so he calls over a servant to fetch his highest advisor. Before when the two of you found yourselves in predicaments like these, you simply wandered off to your rooms to explore each other’s bodies beneath the sheets in peace. You didn’t have the responsibility of hosting, of beginning and ending feasts, but now, you do. You groan at the thought. Sneaking away was half the fun.

           “Princess Savia,”

           You hear your name called, hearing the high title spoken alongside it for the first time. Your head turns to meet the lovely smile of Daenerys, who has stood from her seat to come speak with you.

           Both you and Oberyn silently curse the now changing situation, the two of you more than ready to return to your chambers with a new friend at your side.

           “Khaleesi,” you smile, “You are too kind; I’m not yet worthy of such a title.”

           “No?” she asks, furrowing her brow and turning to your lover.

           “We are still yet to be wed,” Oberyn explains. “Though I know she is a princess already.”

           The dragon mother smiles at his words, her heart growing in size from your overt display of affection for one another.

           “May I sit?” she then asks, motioning to the empty chair beside you, the one that was once yours until you climbed onto Oberyn’s lap.

           “Of course!”

           She watches the two of you mingle as she makes herself comfortable at your side.

           “I see you’ve been eyeing one of my warriors.” She smirks, tilting her head at you.

           You giggle timidly, a rose blush fanning over your cheeks. Oberyn grins at you, kissing your cheek before answering the queen with a, “Yes, we have.”

           “Tell me the name of that man.” Oberyn requests, pointing him out in the crowd.

           “Ah,” Khaleesi nods with a grin, “Pero. Quite fearsome, indeed.”

           “Is that so?”

           “I imagine you wish to bed him?” she asks, raising a brow.

           “No,” you purr, smiling down at the man you’re sat upon. “My lover no longer indulges in the pleasures of others. He wishes for them to watch while he indulges in me.”

           “I see…” she responds, returning her eyes to the Dothraki horselord sitting atop the wooden bench. “Dothraki are commonly known for that.” she chuckles, remembering the first time she’d seen a Dothraki ceremony take place.

           You look into Oberyn’s eyes, humming excitedly as you lean in for a kiss.

           “I wonder,” she then says, “Where is your family? I was told they were here.”

           “Yes, they were. But they returned home after the… incredibly unfortunate events that took place. For their safety.”

           “I see…” her tone wavers, her eyes staring into yours. “And who decided this?”

           “My father, of course.” You return, wondering why she is so curious about such a small matter.

           Daenerys is then quiet for a moment, thinking to herself as she ponders how to handle the situation.

           “If I may, I heard a rumor about your father, Lord Vyrwel.”

           Both you and Oberyn lean forward a bit, incredibly intrigued at her wording and now lowered voice.

           “While you were in Dorne, Savia, he did not remain in the Reach as he claims he did.”

           “What?”

           “He was in Kingsgrave.”

           Your eyes widen, and Oberyn’s chest tightens, both of you realizing what is about to come but praying that you’ve assumed wrong.

           “With Ellaria.”

           You wish there was a way to contact your father at this very point in time. You need answers now.  

           “Do you have proof of this?” Oberyn immediately asks, taking the lead, as he always does.

           “I have the word of my advisor.” She answers. “He saw the pair himself.”

           “Pair?”

           “Yes, um…” she glances back toward her men, assuring herself that no one is listening or watching. “I was told they were… quite comfortable, together.”

           Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. No, this can’t be right. She’s wrong, she must be mistaken.

           “My, my father would never do that.” you stutter, shifting back in Oberyn’s lap.

           Both of his hands wrap tightly around you, his brow furrowing as he takes in the news.

           “Did he,” the prince whispers, his eyes meeting the Khaleesi’s. “Did he know? Did he conspire with her?”

           Once more, her eyes dart around the room.

           “We should speak in private.”

           Luckily, the servant returns just in time, allowing Oberyn to hand off his responsibilities as host to his highest advisor before leading both you and Daenerys back to your shared chambers.

           You’re a bit embarrassed at the state of your room. You hadn’t expected company, because, well, you never had company. This room was for the two of you and the two of you alone. The only ones who came and went were your personal servants and guards. There was no reason to have anyone else here.

           Oberyn requests that your room not be tended to in the evenings, only in the mornings when food was brought in. Because of this, the room is in a state of complete disarray, and not in the way you would think. The spacious living quarters were littered with items from your various intimate acts. Your bed is unmade, pillows and blankets strewn about, drained bottles of wine litter the nightstands with empty cups by their sides. There are also pieces of attire scattering the floor tiles and bedsheets, pieces of undergarments here and there, left behind in your hurried act of accessing the other’s warm skin. There were even containers of lubricant on your nightstands and dressers and, oh dear gods. You palm your forehead in frustration. Your glass dildo was still out; what a fucking mess.

           The prince giggles at your outward embarrassment, placing his hands on your waist and guiding you back onto the spacious ottoman resting at the end of your bed. Daenerys eyes the room, an amused smirk on her face.

           “We don’t often have guests.” You awkwardly explain, your face running hot and your duck into Oberyn’s neck to hide the bright red flush.

           “You don’t need to explain yourself to me.” She chuckles, finding a clean chair to sit on off to the side. “I’d like to discuss why we are here.”

           You straighten up at her words, reminded of the situation at hand. Oberyn holds you in his arms, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder in an attempt to soothe your anxious state.

           “I knew you were unsafe.” Khaleesi explains. “I was told of your father’s whereabouts weeks ago; I had assumed you knew.”

           “If you thought I knew, then why did you assume I was unsafe? If I knew, I likely would have taken precautions to protect myself and my family.”

           Your lover’s chest rumbles with a soft purr at your words, his heart beating lightly at your choice of words.

           “I wanted to ensure the well-being of the new rulers of Dorne. You are important to us, as a whole, and as individuals.”

           Your head tilts, displaying your curiosity and urging her to continue.

           “I, like many others, have known about you for some time, Savia. Your intelligence has not gone unknown. I have wanted Dorne’s allegiance for some time now, knowing how valuable they are to the ruling house Lannister. And when you joined the Martell family, the opportunity for an allegiance could not have been better.”

           There is a small knock outside your door, causing each of your heads to turn. The prince asks for clarification as to who it is, and the response is a single word. It’s Ambrose.

           “Are you alright?” he asks, poking his head in once allowed. “I was wondering why you left the banquet hall.”

           “Come in,” you urge, waving your hand at him. “He’s my brother,” you explain, answering the queen’s unspoken question. “He should know.”

           Ambrose, wise enough to stay off the bed due to gods know what is on there, stands at his post off to the door’s side. His brow furrows, concern swimming through his bones at the tone in the air.

           “Your father was seen many times with Ellaria, over the course of several weeks.”

           “What could he have gained by killing the Martell family?” you ask, earning a shocked looked from your younger brother.

           Bewildered, his head snaps back and forth between you and her, following your conversation word by word.

           “Power over Dorne.” She answers simply. “It would give him access to the only city that successfully protected themselves from the reign of my family’s dragons. He’d have access to the sea of Dorne as well as the Summer Sea, crucial routes of transportation to the Lannister family in King’s Landing.”  

           “So, he…” you look to Oberyn, your breath catching slightly. “He always wanted me to marry Oberyn, this was always his plan.”

           “This must have been why he let you go on this journey alone.” Ambrose chimes in, swallowing thickly at the astonishing information he now holds.

           “He used me.” You whisper to yourself, your confusion now turning into uncontrollable rage. “He used me?!”

           “Savia –”

           You rip yourself from Oberyn’s grasp, now standing on the cold, stone floor.

           “I want him here. I want him here, now.” you spin around, facing Oberyn with previously unseen ire. “And I want to see that fucking wench.”

           “How dare you?!”

           “How dare I?” Oberyn returns, overt amusement in his voice and sheer smugness on his face.

           He refused to let you leave, requesting Daenerys and Ambrose leave for the time being due to your improper state. Oberyn wants to keep your respect; he doesn’t want the Mother of Dragon’s to see you in such disarray.

“Meeting with Ellaria will not make this better. If anything, it will only allow her to see that she has gained the upper hand.” He continues to lay on the bed, resting on his side while he watches you fume.

           He’s right, and you know it. But right now, you just need to blow off some steam. You and your father were never incredibly close, but you never would have imagined he would do something like this to you. But now that you think about it, it all makes sense. He paraded you around like something to show off, like something he owned, and secretly, something he used. Your house was never a largely powerful one, and you thought your family was happy that way. You kept out of intense wars and political battles; it was a nice life, a quiet and peaceful one. Apparently, your father wanted more.

           “I can’t believe they think they can treat me this way.”

           “You’re so enticing when you’re angry, sweet thing.” Oberyn purrs, eyeing your curvaceous frame as you pace around the room.

           “Do you think this to be a joke?!” you spin around, marching towards him and leaning over the edge of the bed. “You think the disrespect of my name is a foolish thing to worry about?”

           Suddenly, Oberyn’s hand reaches up, clutching your jaw in his tight grip. He leans in, brushing his nose with yours.

           “I think it’s foolish to worry at all when you’re held in my embrace.” He grits out, staring deeply into your eyes. “Do you not think I will take care of you? Do you not think I will keep you safe?”

           “No…” you whisper, breathless at the mercy of his sudden aggression and dominance.

           “No?”

           “No, I mean,” your nervousness makes him smirk. “I know you will. I know you’ll keep me safe. I know you take care of me.”

           “I will avenge every wrongdoing that is ever sent your way,” he promises, moving to stand while keeping you in his grasp. “Let me take care of you, let me avenge you. I will never let anyone touch what is mine.”

           His fingers pinch your cheeks so tight that your lips part from the force, your doe eyes staring innocently into his. Something about the way you look right now, about the way you silenced yourself when he spoke up, makes him stiffen below.

           “I am tired of worrying incessantly over the misfortunes occurring around us. I am finished with such stress, and I will make sure you are, too.”

           This is it; this is the last straw. Your family had fallen apart long ago. You could never depend on your father, and just when you thought you could, you were proved wrong once again. You’re here now, you’re with Oberyn, and that’s what matters most. This is your home, not at some gloomy brick-built house in the Reach. Your ties are officially severed. And maybe Oberyn’s right, you need to let it go.

           Oberyn releases his hold on your jaw, that same hand landing on your shoulder and forcefully spinning you around, positioning you to stand before him. He shoves you forward, bending you over the side of the bed and tugging the hem of your dress up and over your ass.

           “Wait,” you gasp out, placing your hands on the bed and lifting yourself from the sheets. “Bring Pero.”

           Eager to please you and eager to begin, Oberyn immediately calls for Milena, who hurriedly rushes in. While climbing onto the bed, Oberyn speaks to her, ordering her to find the man named Pero and to bring him up to your room. She scurries away, doing her best to make quick work of the request. She can tell by the eagerness in his voice that he is in no mood to wait.

           Your mind spins with thoughts and emotions, worry quickly changing into a multitude of sensations before finally landing on pleasure when you feel Oberyn slip between your thighs. He has you spread out, your face against the sheets with your hips in the air. His knees spread your legs apart, giving him easy access to where you need him most.

           “I will take care of you,” Oberyn grunts, disrobing himself and quickly moving to palm at your ass. “I won’t let you worry about a single thing.”

           He leans in, pressing a kiss against your folds before wiggling his tongue inside. You moan out, the action sending an intense fire through your veins. He slurps on your folds, licking through your lips and into your channel, already wet for him.

           Oberyn’s tongue is a goddamn blessing to this world. You’ve never experienced something so attentive on your most intimate parts. He licks into you, fucking you with his tongue while you roll your hips back against his face. Oberyn’s moans vibrate across your skin, the contact his palm makes against your rounded cheek causes you to cry out from the delightful pain.

           The loud echoing of wood on wood causes you to open your eyes, glancing up at the warrior now standing mere feet from you. You smirk at the ruggedly handsome man, wiggling your hips back onto your lover’s face.

           “Hi,” you sing, your voice soft and sweet and innocent when you speak.

           He doesn’t return your words, he only stares down at your pretty, doe eyes. His eyes then flicker up to where Oberyn is eating you from behind, slurping loudly on your core and smacking your ass once with the palm of his hand.

           Pero feels his veins fill with lust, his lips parting when he feels your hand on his thigh. Slowly, your fingers rise to the strings on your chest. They work to untie them, opening the front of your dress and exposing your breasts before the warrior’s face. Pero gulps as he watches your breasts bounce out of your gown, your soft moan sending a rush of blood down to his tip.

           Oberyn removes himself from your heat, rising and wiping your slick from his lips with the back of his hand. You lift yourself, too, displaying your body before the foreign you’re your lover comes up behind you, pressing his chest flush against your now naked back. His hands wrap around your frame, cupping your tits in his large, warm hands.

           “Do you like me?” you innocently ask, moaning lightly when Oberyn’s thumbs brush across your nipples. “Do you like what you see?”

           “I do,” Pero mumbles, mesmerized by your hardening peaks. “Why… why am I here?” he wonders aloud, genuinely curious as to what he’s expected to do.

           “I see you rising in your pants, why don’t you take them off?” you kindly ask, ignoring his curious question. “Please yourself while my love pleases me.”

           When you see his confused expression grow, you smile, biting your lip and placing both hand on his chest.

           “I don’t want you to play,” You purr, placing your hands on his chest. “I want you to watch.”

           Pero raises an eyebrow at you. “Really?”

           “Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head while nibbling on the corner of your lip. “Would you like that? Would you like to see my body and all the things I let the prince do to it?”

           Your words make his face run a deep red, his erection stiffening fully in his pants. His reaction is simple, a small nod. Oberyn kisses your neck, running his tongue along your skin while keeping eye contact with the Dothraki horselord just as he did nearly an hour ago.

           “Make yourself comfortable,” he demands, wanting to get to the point. “I’ll show you how I play with her beautiful form.”  

           Pero releases an exasperated breath, watching as you jerk your head, motioning for him to sit on the bed. And he does. The warrior unties his pants, quickly climbing up and settling in with his back against the wooden headboard. You watch him, eagerly eyeing the heavy length hanging between his legs. He spreads his legs wide once he’s comfortable on the bed, his stiffened cock resting against his tanned stomach before he takes himself in hand. You breathe out an excited sigh, seeing his confidence grow. 

           Oberyn sees how see the man eyes your breasts, watching as he pinches and tugs at your now hardened peaks. Pride rises in his chest at the hungry look in the other man’s eyes. He finds it so enticing, feeling your body while watching another desire to do the same. This is so different from what he used to do, so new to him that it almost feels strange, but in the best of ways. He’s been so open for so long he’d forgotten what it was like to have someone all to himself. You’re his prized possession, the most valued and precious thing he has in this life. He’s shared nearly all his life, but now, he’s finally made someone his. 

           “What would you like to see? Tell me, it makes Oberyn so possessive.” You grin, leaning in to get a better look at what’s between the warrior’s legs.

           Immediately, Oberyn tugs you back up, his teeth finding the juncture of your neck and biting down. You cry out, pushing your hips back into him and his arms tighten around you. Pero chuckles, a half smirk forming on his face at Oberyn’s quick annoyance. But before he can respond, you’re unexpectedly interrupted.

           “Milena!” you groan, “What are you doing here?!”

           Pero and Oberyn look up, too, wondering the exact same thing.

           “I’m s-so sorry,” she stutters, clearly shook up from whatever’s just happened. “It’s, I, it’s her, it’s Ellaria.”

           Oberyn’s brow furrows, and your heart leaps into your throat. What could it be now?

           “She’s gone.”

Thank you for reading <3

Chapter Thirteen: Let Me Bless You

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[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

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[imnotrevealingmyname]

hey there! i read your recent open letter post and i found it very interesting! i definitely share your grief and sadness because of Loki’s character demise and the series itself. and i found what you said about Tom interesting too cause his behavior and change of opinion about Loki had me questioning what was happening behind the scenes. i do have some theories and bits and pieces from the past i can connect to try to understand what exactly went wrong! (this message is long so if you don’t wanna read this it’s totally okay! just thought it would be fun to share <3)

flashback. i was 13-14 when i got into TH, this was also around the dark world era of Loki, i was more of a fan of Loki than tom but i did watch videos and looked at memes of him. id say i started to become a fan of tom for a year and a half before i caught myself and said “this sounds like im forming a parasocial relationship and that’s very unhealthy” so I pulled back and stopped intaking tom content (celeb content in general, it made me feel icky in my own opinion), (i stopped right before the whole TS thing began, got away safely!) and focused more on Loki. when i stopped looking at TH content i just knew him as the dude that dances, loves Loki and is nice to people. Ragnarok came, it was fun (i won’t give my opinion on the movie here since that’s a different topic), i didn’t pay attention to tom during that time but i definitely noticed something was off when i saw an interview. i was a goofy 17 year old kid, even a goofy kid could tell something was wrong with Tom. but then i thought nothing of it and then sort of abandoned Loki content until the series began. we all know how the series went, terrible. very very offensive to so many different communities. what was even more jarring was toms comments towards Loki and his mannerisms. i was shocked, but then i decided to go on a little treasure hunt and try to retrace the steps to figure out HOW EXACTLY WE GOT HERE!

my most simplest answer, the media is partially to blame. this might be a hard pill to swallow for some TH fans but…he made quite a few big mistakes in his career that cost him a lot of roles and new movies. the TS thing, the GG speech, certain interviews, apparently he was “too goofy” for parts of Hollywood and he was advised to “tone it down”. which honestly is SAD imo cause i understand his excitement and im a goofy, animated person too and love to show off my talents, but i think there’s a time to simmer it down and i think tom wasn’t simmering down to “hollywood standards” (he even said he wasn’t allowed to do impressions anymore) so he really had to change. i personally didn’t mind him being excitable and talk 2637382 miles an hour about Loki, but a lot of professionals didn’t approve and unfortunately I think he had to pay consequences for that. :( because of that he had to change how he behaved and started to become more mild, quiet and observant. even though i wasn’t invested in tom all the way, as someone who watched some stuff about him as a kid it was pretty sad to see the media sorta force a man to change. there’s nothing wrong with being mature but this was definitely a whole personality switch for me.

anyways, i think the reason he’s become so quiet about speaking out about loki is because of the media advising to change his approach on his persona. for some reason they did not like that and i think that’s one of the reasons why tom seems almost robotic in a way? i have a feeling Disney feeds him comments to make during interviews and he can’t fully say what he wants to say. basically my opinion is that it is partially his fault and partially the medias fault on how Loki was handled. (more so the media i believe). he made mistakes, the media silenced his upbeat opinions on many things including loki and …i think that’s how we got here. now of course i could be wrong! since i don’t know tom personally, this is just a speculation of mine and i sorta did a deep dive over the summer and came up with this conclusion. tom seems to be doing better and looks happier, but, because his persona is also being run by the media, we might truly never get his full opinion on matters and his full personality back to the public. it’s pretty tragic. let me know your thoughts on this! it was fascinating to research.

Right on. I feel like he's been rebuffed so much that he's resigned himself to it. Maybe he feels that at the end of the day it's just a character, and regardless of how strongly we feel about that, he doesn't want to jeopardize his career for a character anymore especially given the way the wind has been blowing and it's kind of seemed like Tom Hiddleston's Loki will be a thing of the past for quite a while now. I guess he doesn't want to entirely ruin the last few years he'll probably be allowed to play the character, because in light of the way Loki has been treated I doubt there is an hope of salvaging what remains of the original character. Maybe he thinks it's too much effort and too much trouble for too little gain. And honestly, I can't blame him for that. Like you said, his career has had some pretty rough blows and he's decided to just go with it instead of fighting it anymore.

I respect that, in a way. While I (like so many others) feel a deep sense of betrayal at how our beloved character was treated and how he condoned that treatment, I understand the sentiment behind wanting to not risk his chances anymore and boost himself forward as much as he can in the next few years. I did consume quite a bit of TH content (other than Loki, I mean) back in the day but I don't think it's at the stage of a parasocial relationship. But I still can't help but feel robbed.

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[softxsuki]

hi, ok to start this off. im going to mention suicide in this ask-i know your okay with topics of suicide for fics if its comfort based, i just hope this isnt too explict.

so long-story short, everyday has been exausthing for me. extremely tiring, sometimes it even tires me to breathe. i feel like a puppet being forced to be on stage. i wish i could stay in bed the whole day but i have chores to do, errands to run. i wish i could, but i cant just shut myself out from the whole world.

im constantly told how i need to 'try harder' 'do better' 'youre being so lazy' im trying my best, but im not sure its enough.

i always wish i couldved died in my sleep and it irritates me when i wake up in the morning. im not even trying that hard to hide what im going through, i dont really express my emotions like other people. i tend to be a little more closed off than others but no one actually noticed.

im scared of dying-terrified, but right now. i feel like thats the only option i have to escape this endless cycle. its like my heart is telling me not to but my mind and body wants it, my mind and body want to rest.

kuroo is one of my first and favorite comfort character. could i make an urgent request where gn!reader is silently crying in their room, thinking about how tired they are and how suicide is running through their mind. and kuroo walks in on reader like this, where it ends up with reader opening up and telling him about all the shit weve been through and how suicide is something reader is very close to doing. how kuroo comforts us through it?

i dont want to dump this all on you because i know it can be a lot of pressure for you. you dont have to write this fic but if you plan to, you can take your time with it. im aware your a human being too, i know you have a life outside of social media and i dont want to interfere with that. but thank you so so much in advance. i hope you have a lovevly day<3

Kuroo Comforts Reader Who's Having Suicidal-Thoughts

Pairing: Kuroo x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of suicidal-thoughts, feelings of wanting to give up, please don't read if these topics will be triggering to you rather than comforting!

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which Kuroo finds you crying in your room and comforts you after you open up to him about your suicidal-thoughts and everything you've been dealing with.

[A/N: Hey thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request <3 I tried to write it as quickly as I could for you! I won't say too much, as I think Kuroo does his best to comfort you in this oneshot. Hopefully his words reach you and provide you with some comfort! I'm here if you ever need to talk to anyone about anything <3 ]

***I really need to change this picture. This man is laughing during these serious moments 😭😔

When would it end? The endless cycle of having no motivation to do anything except stay in bed and just sleep as the world continues to move around you.

Silent tears make their way down your face as horrible thoughts fill your head, tempting you to just go ahead and end your suffering yourself. You were terrified, but it was beginning to feel like the only way out of that endless cycle of nothingness.

You felt truly alone there in your room, as hot tears rolled down your face. You look around your room remembering the days when things were different; when you didn’t feel tired all the time and didn’t have to drag yourself out of bed each morning to do something as simple as feed yourself. Where did it all go wrong?

You couldn’t even remember when you first started feeling this way–it’s as if you just woke up one morning and this uncontrollable exhaustion took over your life.

Would anyone even care if I just left this world?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your window.

“Psst, what’re you doing? Open up before I fall,” you hear a hushed voice whisper from outside your window, making you jump at the sudden noise.

“Tetsurou?” You croak out, your voice slightly raspy from not talking in a while, “What’re you doing?”

You quickly open the window and let the raven-haired boy into your room, while hiding your face from him, not wanting him to see your puffy face from all the tears you had cried.

“What am I doing? What have you been doing? I’ve called you a million times and you didn’t answer. I got worried so I came over.”

There was your answer for you. He was worried. Kuroo would care if you suddenly left. The thought made more tears pool in your eyes as you cried again for the millionth time that day.

“Hey hey, are you crying? I’m sorry Y/N, did I say something wrong?”

“No,” you sob even harder, profusely wiping your eyes, but the tears just wouldn’t stop, “I just forgot that there was someone out there that could worry about me.”

“Huh? Of course I worry about you. I thought something happened to you, I even forgot to use the front door and climbed the side of your house like a mad man,” he blurts.

It was then that you noticed the Volleyball uniform still on his body that was drenched in sweat along with the fresh beads of sweat that were rolling down his face.

“I’m sorry,” you cry again, knowing he ran straight from Volleyball practice to check up on you.

“Y/N it’s okay, really. I’m just glad you’re not hurt or anything, but clearly something’s wrong. What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as Kuroo takes a seat on the floor in front of you with crossed legs, not wanting to dirty your bed with his sweat as he patiently waits for you to explain. It takes a while for you to open up about how you had been feeling everyday for who knows how long. You were usually closed off, never really verbal about your emotions to anyone, but you knew that you needed to tell someone–at least him. So, you gather your nerves and let it all spill.

“I’ve just been feeling so tired, Kuroo. Physically and mentally, I’m exhausted every single day of my life and I’m tired of it. It wears me out just breathing–why does living have to be so exhausting? All I want to do is stay in bed and let the world continue as I just rest, but I can’t. I have to get up and drag myself to run some errands or do chores around the house,” you explain, looking at the patterns on your ceiling, not prepared to see how he was reacting yet.

But Kuroo was still seated in the same position, listening intently to every word you had to say, though it pained him to hear what you had been going through all on your own without him knowing.

“And I-” you swallow, getting ready to drop the bombshell that had been weighing heavily on your shoulders for the past few days, “Sometimes I just feel like the only way out of this is just dying. I just want to be at peace, I don’t think I can keep moving forward, Tetsurou. But then at the same time, I’m so scared of death. I don’t want to die, but what if it's my only way out? My heart is screaming at me to stay and keep fighting, but my mind and body just want to rest and be at peace already. I’m. so. tired.”

Fresh tears pour out of your eyes and you roughly rub them away, irritated that you kept on crying when you didn’t want to.

Kuroo just looks at you with sad eyes, hating that you were going through all this alone, but relieved that at least he was there with you now before you had the chance to take matters into your own hands. He was incredibly concerned for you, but as your eyes slowly moved to him, he plasters a small smile on his face. He didn’t want you to think that he was just pitying you when it was a lot deeper than that.

“I had no idea,” he finally lets out, “But thank you for trusting me enough to tell me now.”

He shifts slightly as you nod your head in acknowledgment, worried that your words would scare him off at any moment, but then he speaks again.

“Y’know sometimes our brain and body don’t want the right things or the same things that our hearts want,” he pauses for a moment to read your expression, but you’re just quietly listening to him from your bed, “Not to be one of those guys that relate everything to their passion, but it’s just like with Volleyball. Near the end of a match we’re physically and mentally burned out to the point where our bodies want to give up and rest; however, our hearts…my heart pushes me beyond my limits with the desire and need to win that game no matter how physically and mentally exhausted I am.”

The analogy makes perfect sense to you, and almost feels a little scary how much you’re able to relate to that sensation without even playing Volleyball.

“Sometimes life can be a pain, but the good news is that there’s only so far we can fall before we reach rock bottom, and from there, the only way left to go is up.” he points up while looking up and you follow his lead, finding your head moving on it’s own as you follow the direction his finger is pointing in, looking up at your ceiling.

“Life will never give you more than what you can handle even if it feels like you’ve already gone beyond what you’re capable of handling. You may be on the very brink, where you feel so exhausted and all you want to do now is give up, but your heart–your driving force–is keeping you here. That’s how you know you’re still fighting, so keep fighting, please,” a bit of emotion finally laces through his voice, which shocks you slightly as Kuroo wasn’t the type to let his emotions get the best of him.

He clears his throat quickly and wipes his eyes slightly before continuing to speak once again.

“You know you’re not alone through this. I’m right here with you, you just have to take baby steps. Take one day at a time, doing small things until you’re able to motivate yourself again–which will happen!”

“Can that actually happen?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course and I’ll be here to help you get to that point one day again. If you’re too tired to leave the house for something, I’ll get it for you. If you can’t make your bed or clean up, I’ll tidy up for you. If you can’t find it in you to cook for yourself, I’ll get you some food. And from there we can try doing these things together until doing them on your own doesn’t feel so exhausting anymore. You’ll make it through this rough patch in your life, I swear. So, don’t let your brain and body dictate what happens in your life; as long as your heart is yelling for you to keep going, you keep going,” he looks up at you with teary eyes though a big smile is on his face as he looks at you with eyes full of care, “Just don’t give up on yourself. I’m rooting for you, so you should be too, but for now I’ll be cheering you on ten-fold, to make up for all those thoughts trying to take you away–I won’t let them take you.”

“Okay,” you say with tears in your eyes, not even caring that you were crying again for the hundredth time that day, Kuroo was willing to help and that in itself was enough to make you hopeful–it was a nice change from the constant negative words that were usually thrown at you from the people around you.

“Thank you Tetsurou,” you whisper to him.

Kuroo finally gets to his feet and brings you into his warm arms. You didn’t even care if he was covered in sweat, it just felt nice to be cared for like that.

“Anytime, just remember that you’re never alone, not as long as I have a say in it. I’ll be here everyday for you. Baby steps,” he whispers into the crook of your neck as you feel drops of water drip onto your shoulder.

“Baby steps,” you repeat, holding him tighter in your arms, allowing him to spill some of his own emotions while it was your turn now to comfort him.

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Posted: 1/31/2022

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[deafeninggardenerpanda]

If ur still doing that ask game uh 002 metadede ship wishlist :D

mario WAHOO noise great job starting self-indulgent hours anon (thank you)

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

i had to check my archives for this. apparently the first metadede post i reblogged was january 2020, but looking at that post i think i shipped them even a bit before that. i do very clearly remember however, when i first joined the fandom and saw that ship, that i thought it was weird and that i thought shipping kirby characters/circles in general was kinda weird. hahahahaha oh my gosh look at me now

My thoughts:

they're idiots 💖 they make each other lose braincells and feed each others bad ideas. more than that, they know that they dont have to act a certain way in front of each other. they dont need to impress or feel like they need to set an certain example, so they can really relax and have fun. adult to adult friendship 🤝

What makes me happy about them:

okay okay repeating myself a lot around here but hey two sole adults with a long history. hating each other but then being forced to get to know each other and then LEARNING TO RESPECT AND ESTABLISH MUTUAL TRUST. im so weak for enemies to friends i cant get over it 🤦‍♂️

What makes me sad about them:

hmmm nothing? i loooove drama between these two lmao so very little could make me sad about them. unless in canon they said explicitly they dont trust each other that would be sad 👎

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

i don't actually read that much fanfic, i think the metadedes ive read were just oneshots/otherwise really short and im gonna be honest i dont remember what happens in most of them. trying my best though, im gonna answer this with i think conflicts are solved too easily. its like one snuggle later and everythings okay. to be fair most metadede centered fics are fluff/comfort so whatever you know, i dont go in expecting that stuff from it

Things I look for in fanfic:

as said before i dont read much fanfic, especially long fanfic. i like short oneshots :) but if i did read long fanfic 👇 see below

My wishlist:

*deep breath* i want more metadede content where they drive in the enemies to friends to lovers. i want them to be the biggest mess ever and argue all the time and be petty and kick each others asses before they understand each other. the kf2 novel was pretty fun in that regard. this might be an unpopular opinion but as i said before just hhrhrhghg when theres stuggle it makes the end result more rewarding. the boys gotta work for their happy end

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

meta with whoever honestly, theres a ton of candidates out there. metagala or metaroach esp though. and dedede i guess with queen ripple. i dont ship those two but i hc that dedede had a crush on her for a while

My happily ever after for them:

kinda thought about this before and its a bittersweet answer. not cause i love sad stuff and drama in my ship this time surprisingly.

meta loves doing his own thing. taking some stuff from the novels (i think puppet princess in this case) he likes living freely, that's why he doesn't serve under anyone or take orders. he travels the universe a lot for one reason or another, and i think he can't live without exploring and adventuring. compared with dedede who likes being grounded in one place to protect everyone and cant leave dreamland, their lifestyles are incompatible. i cant imagine them settling down together like couples usually would. best case scenario i have is meta is only out some parts of the year, so he visits and lives in dreamland as much as he can, and he calls dedede often when he cant. bit of a long distance relationship :')

#kirby #metadede #asks #anonymous #dgp askgame #something yall will come to know about me if you havent already #is that all of my interpretations of characters are just bigger assholes. #AHOLES WITH A BIG HEART THAT ARE GRADUALLY IMPROVING THEMSELVES #what can i say i love them #also hope this doesnt make me sound like i just hate all soft metadede #no if you make soft metadede content i owe you my life dont forget that

[blowmebubbles]

(edit my bf read this and wants to do what i wrote hehe)imagine i drink all of the pink shakes i have my belly would grow so quickly fuck im getting so horny thinking about my belly hanging over my fat thighs and chubby hips im getting so fat already. honestly im so close to ripping some clothes and if i keep eating how i do my belly is gonna be so heavy soon its making me so out of breath already imagine me slowly drinking my shakes all day my boyfriend comes home to see me burping with hiccups and a belly thats filling my lap and pushing against my corset super tight he sees that i have 4 left and forces me to drink them while i sit in his lap and he rubs my belly through my corset feeling it gurgle while i lean my head back and moan feeling so sleepy and fat at that point my daddy carries me to the bed to rip off my corset ring by ring to show how big my tummy was it inched out more and more until the corset was off and my belly sat in his arms he marks me all over and hold me super close rubbing my chubby belly he sees how massive it got all day and shows me his biggest boner yet and he shoves it into me deeply thrusting while grabbing my belly and jiggling it hard i feel my fat sway and gurgle as he shoved his hips into my soft ones i felt him shiver at how much of me there was to thrust into he loved how soft it felt to be in me and he couldnt get enough so he came in my growing belly making my belly press against his chest stretching the sides making me groan feeling the soft walls of my belly stretch to fit his cum in my ovaries he breathed a happy sigh and pulled out grabbing me and pulling me into his arms he felt my belly in his hands after he filled me he sinks his hands into my soft skin feeling how round he made me he touched my stretch marks around my sides and belly button and i winced causing him to hold me tight and kiss my neck all over apologizing for filling me so full i could feel his dick get harder against my ass making me feel needy again he tells me how fucking hot it is that im daddys greedy princess he loves how full i made myself and how big ive gotten for him so he can fuck me in the way hes always dreamed and i giggle sucking in my tummy as much as i can with chub still sticking out this time he kisses my tummy and shows me that he wants to see me get fatter he likes how big i look today for him and he wants to keep me fat for him to hold and fuck and he cant wait to feed me again when my belly is less full i feel my belly gurgle a little as i really didnt eat that day so i was kinda hungry he got the hint, he put me back into my corset and fed me bread until my cheeks hurt and my belly lurched against the corset hooks pushing my new fat through the holes showing him my belly was too full to keep going he made me drink some sprite and my belly popped off the hooks around my boobs because the sprite expanded my belly making the bread expand too i felt my belly ache but feel so fat and luscious at the same time i couldnt eat enough i asked him for more and before i could finish asking he started shoving so many treats in my mouth i felt him reach down and finger me slowly and i felt my thighs get soaked with cum i felt our cum mixing from earlier and i shivered with delight thinking of how big id be after he came in me again, he thought the same thing and ripped off the remaining hooks on my corset destroying it but the stretch marks on my belly made him growl seeing how full he made me he decided to mark me because no one can see me as beautiful as i was to him without knowing i was his only and he touched me faster knowing i loved being his fat piggy princess i giggled feeling my belly jiggle i hid shyly and daddy lifted my chin kissing me deeply telling me after in my ear that i was his chubby succubus and he wanted to fatten me up so much that he can fuck my belly button i giggle and agree while he rubs my belly now distending into my thighs over my panties showing how fat my hips have gotten now my daddy shivers one last time and begins to rail me thinking of how he’ll fatten me next 😇

#feed me #feederist #getting fat on purpose #getting fatter #make me fatter #fat thighs #chubby belly #chubby boy #soft thighs #weight gain

[noritoshiikamo]

worth my time

pairing: noritoshi kamo + fem!oc genre: porn (is fingering enough to call it porn??) without plot ish??? tags//warning: established relationship // slight smut???, fingering, emotional drained reader, reader dated character but then forced into arranged marriage and doubt the whole rs note: unedited, lowercase intended, just me and my nori brainrot dont mind the plotholes and everythingn, its not accurate according to the manga/anime like i just wanna feed myself and i haven't write in ages pls sent some ideas so i can get my lazy brain going, english isnt my first language im sorry if i murder it  directory: read the first part | second part | third part | bonus

“how long have you known?”

noritoshi shrugged, bringing the cup of tea to his lips. the way he took time to answer her question drove her mad. “noritoshi, how long?” her voice strained. “would it make any difference if i’d known today or 10 years ago?”

her eyes shot wide opened, “10 fucking years?”

a small smile appeared on his lips as he lowered the cup, “hypothetically.” she grabbed one of the pillows from the pile on the bed and threw it to his face, embedded with what little left of her jujutsu power. they have been going on for hours and she was clearly too stubborn to let it go. it was clearly weak; he dodged it with a flick of his wrist switching the pillow’s trajectory. “you’re a fucking asshole,” she gritted through her teeth, falling on bed as wave of anger and sadness crashed through. “you think i wanted an arranged marriage? you think i like having every aspect of my life set since i was a child and scrutinized? i’m a bastard sitting on a throne. unlike you gojou clan, i had it much worst.”

she pulled her hair, fighting the tears that was already streaming down, “it’s not a competition. we are in the same school, i sat next to you for years and you’re telling me you have no idea that i’m your future wife, bullshit!” her eyes flickered as she threw the next close thing within her power’s vicinity; a vase. something hit the vase midway, breaking it into ashes and she watched as a drop of blood stained the floor. he broke it with his power. “you can throw every single thing in this room, y/n, but it doesn’t stop the fact that we are already married.” it was that one sentence that completely broke her. falling on her knees, she let a cry out, clutching on her chest as she cried to her heart’s content. this can’t be happening to me, no, no, no, her mind echoed as she forced herself to surrender to the fact that they are married. it’s not something easy to undo. it pained him to see her like this, but his wife needs to understand that he could do nothing about it. she cried for what seems to be like hours, the sleeves of her yukata wet from the tears and sweat. she fell on the floor to her knees, resting her body against the bed before finally looking up to meet her husband’s eyes. he could see defeat in her tired eyes. “we dated each other,” she sniffled, “was that real or was it just you scouting for your future wife?” her words sound like venom to him “i know you won’t believe me, but it was real. i would still marry you even if the marriage isn’t arranged.” noritoshi stood up, his barefoot echoed on the floor as he walked to his weakened wife. her body was hot, he suspected the skipping (refusing to eat) meals, raging and throwing tantrums after another had put her body in so much stress. he reached for the sash, trying to undo her yukata and she freaked out. grabbing his wrist, she shook her head, “what are you doing?” she asked shakily. “would you listen to me for once? you need a cold shower, you’re burning up, it would help.” she stopped fighting. his tone was a mixed of annoyance and tired. dating him made her realized that noritoshi has a high level of patience; but not right now. letting go of his wrist, she slipped the yukata off her shoulder herself, whined about how she disliked cold shower below her breath. he wore a small smile as he hoisted the naked girl up. it’s a small victory on noritoshi the husband, he’ll savor it for now. 

the girl kneeled on the floor of the shower as noritoshi slowly ran the shower head slowly up her body. her arms wrapped tightly against her chest; she cursed every time the cold water reached new part of her body. ignoring the fact that his yukata was getting wetter, he kneeled behind her and let her rest her back against his chest. with the shower gel, his body froze every time she whined at his touch. something about the way she whined under his touches made him weak. he wants to kiss her stupid face so badly. “it’s cold,” she mumbled, her eyes closed as he ran his palm against her stomach. he pressed a kiss on the side of her face, “better?” he asked as his hand travelled lower. her eyes widened. he continued his kisses, down her jawline and her neck, bruising every spot as his fingers traced a lazy circle on her clit. she moaned out a throaty yes. he continued to whisper sweet nothings into her ears, promises of how he would take care of her, how he’s going to be a perfect husband, how she would be a perfect wife, how they’ll live happily together. she nodded her head in delirium, the pleasure of his fingers had her grinding her back on his crotch and emptying her thoughts. she could barely think straight. “tell me you’re mine,” he commanded, slipping a finger inside, “i can take care of you, baby,” her eyes rolled back, his words were not helping, it was just pure gasoline thrown into a burning fire. “nori, i want to cum,” she muttered, clutching desperate on the now two fingers. she felt his warm breath on the crook where her shoulder meet her neck, his fangs brushing threateningly against the sensitive skin. “open your mouth,” he urged, she whined at the lost feeling of his lips on her neck. she felt something dripping between her lips, his thumb brushing the lower lip. it painted her lips red. it tasted metallic, almost like a blood. it was his. he watched in satisfaction as his blood marking appeared on her right eye. he can control her blood, heightened her senses, throwing her body’s sensitivity off the wall, driving her off the edge with every spot of her body he touches; it sends pleasure twice as much. it wasn’t long until her velvety wall spasmed around his fingers. her body jolted forward; her shaky hands pressed against the wet tile preventing her from falling face first as orgasm washes out. she could barely make any noises, her throat was so dry, she felt like it might bleed.   she won’t deny that the orgasm eased her pain, but she would deny if he dared brought it up; he would not get the pleasure of knowing she enjoyed that.

his palm brushed against her thigh, causing her to look up. he raised his eyebrows in question which she brushed it off with a nod. she grabbed his hand and steadied herself up.

“i’m okay,” she voiced out.

he undressed, continued their shower from square one. they’ve done this before; sharing shower after mission washing blood off each other but this time, it feels different. she sighed at the pleasure, letting her hands rest against his toned chest. we are married, the sentence echoed in her mind as he massaged the shampoo on her head. never ever she thought that this is how she’ll be married. it’s not like she dreamed of a huge wedding. he did throw a small gathering, respecting her boundaries and her anxiety but everything just moved so fast. her parents are dead, her only remaining family is satoru, a distant cousin who finds it a no issue for her to marry her boyfriend. it is not an issue for her to marry noritoshi kamo, she loves him so much, but not like this.   she wished she had more choices in this.   he hummed a song, a habit of his that he caught from his mother, a lullaby his mother always sings. she wanted to hate him so much, for befriending her, making her fall in love with him and then forced her into a marriage. but when she opened her eyes and stared up into his, to see such loving look in his eyes, it weakened her. her heart is a wreck. “why do you do this to me?” she whimpered, slamming her fist into his chest. he refused to answer.

she was tired of his silence.

he turned the shower off, opening the glass door letting waft of cold air out. he left to fetch her towel and she stalked toward the nearby mirror. “how long until the thing wears off?” she asked when she caught a glimpse of herself. she reached to touch the blood marking on her eyes. he wrapped the towel around her body, hugging her from behind and through the foggy mirror, he brushed his thumb on her cheek, whispered something she couldn’t catch as the mark subsided.

“this doesn’t change the fact that i’m mad at you.”

he laughed it off, “i didn’t say it does. you always feel better post orgasm, you know how i know it?” he kissed her temple, eyes burned into hers, “because i dated you.”

her teeth gritted in annoyance.

“you think if i dated you to scout my future wife, i wouldn’t waste my time learning how your body responds to me, the way you yearn for me,” a kiss fell on her neck, “learn how well you control your shikigami and goes through lengths to teach you how to use my bow,” another kiss went up her jaw, “teach you my own blood techniques because god, why jujutsu needs to be such an exclusive thing,” arms went around her waist, “worried sick every single time utahime send you off for a mission, taking care of your wounds, being there to catch your reckless ass,” his breath lingered on her ears, “completely falling in love with you wholeheartedly for 3 years. i’d abandoned my father’s choice. you are arranged to be my wife, on my own accord. i choose you. you weren’t my father’s choice, but even in million years, even if sukuna’s vessel reincarnated again and again, even if the world split open and sent you miles away, even if i’m not the head of kamo clan,” his hand grabbed her chin, hard and forced her to meet his eyes, his words send shivers down her spine, “i would still choose you.”

she’s completely putty in his hand. she let out a soft whine as his body abandoned her, his warmth gone and came the cold biting her bare skin. her eyes followed the back of the man as he stalked to the wardrobe leaving the girl alone to ponder on his words.

“now, wouldn’t it just be a waste of my time, my wife?”

#okay im done loool #noritoshi kamo #kamo noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #noritoshi kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #idk what tag more lol #noritoshi smut #noritoshi x reader #jjk smut #writing: fics

[free-pool-trash]

utopia- peter maximoff

yeah... im back being in love with Peter <3 enjoy loves <3

word count: 3k

warnings: angst and fluff, wandavision spoilers

id be open to writing more parts if anyone was interested <3 (I wrote this at 4am if it’s all over the place im sorry)

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You didn’t know much, but one thing was for certain; you didn’t belong here.

This morning you had opened your eyes and were met with a town that seemed like the very definition of the suburban dream. Your mind screamed at you as soon as you came to in the strange and indisputably new environment, telling you that this town was your home. The fact that you couldn’t remember anything before your eyes had fluttered open didn’t fill you with the utmost confidence about the legitimacy of the voice in your head, or the utopia that surrounded you.

All you knew was that you came here to look for someone. This someone was someone very important to you and you had a feeling that you were exactly where you needed to be to find this someone. There was one minor problem though; you didn’t have a clue who this special someone was, just that you needed to find him.

Cautiously, you found yourself wandering the town that seemed to be lost in time. All of its residents dressed like they were all attending an 80s themed party, yourself included. You couldn’t recall pulling on the ridiculous getup but that voice told you not to worry about it. It wasn’t long before you were in the middle of the town square, people bustled around you happily, all of them eerily going about their day as if they hadn’t a care in the world. Nobody looked stressed or sad or anything other than animatedly happy.

The realisation caused a slight panic to begin in your chest, there was something very wrong happening here and you didn’t know what. The very second you began to show anything that didn’t come across as positively blissful, the voice you’d been hearing since you opened your eyes sounded in your brain, louder than ever.

You are happy here. WestView is home. You are home.

Despite her soothing tone, you weren’t convinced.

“Who are you?” You demanded out loud, whipping your head in all directions, eyes set in a glare as you watched the citizens of the town acting none the wiser to your question.

Within seconds a woman appeared before you, a sweet smile on her face and two children by her side. “Hey there, you must be the new neighbour.” She spoke kindly, something familiar about the woman caused you to immediately relax in her presence although that relaxation felt somewhat… forced.

With a hesitant nod you looked around again, you brought your eyes back to the little family and offered them your best friendly smile, “It seems I must be, yeah.”

The lady giggled and held her hand out towards you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Wanda. And these two are Billy and Tommy.” You took her hand in yours, suddenly overwhelmed with an influx of thoughts that didn’t seem to be yours. Suddenly you were giving Wanda the most sparkling smile you could manage, not entirely sure why your mouth had formed such a smile for a complete stranger.

“Pleasure to meet you all.” Were the only words you could manage, still riddled with confusion as to what was going on.

Wanda returned your smile, Billy and Tommy seemed almost enamoured by you as they both stared at the new arrival. Glancing at her boys, Wanda knew she’d have to keep a very close eye on you, you were a mutant and stronger than even you knew, hard to control. But she had let you through her barricade as soon as she realised who you were and why you came.

“What’s your name?” Billy had asked and Wanda grew nervous as she noticed your eyes lose their smile for a second as you blanked on the simple question.

What was your name? It took you a moment or two before you regained your composure and extended your arm to the little boy in front of you who shook it excitedly, “Y/n. My name is Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you two.”

“Say, would you like to come and have dinner with us?” Wanda offered and you nodded your head gratefully.

“Dinner would be lovely. I’m feeling quite airy today, a good feed might help.” You told her with a laugh.

You walked to what you assumed to be Wanda’s residence, Billy and Tommy spoke excitedly to you as you walked, the pair of them strolled on either side of you fighting for your attention and entertaining you as they constantly tried to one up each other.

“You’re so cool! I can’t wait for uncle piet to meet you!” Tommy commented, prompting a soft smile from Wanda and an agreeing nod from Billy.

With a laugh you ruffled the boys’ hair, “Uncle Piet, huh? I bet I’m way cooler than that guy.”

“Don’t let him hear you say that.” Wanda laughed, her hold on you lessening as you began to relax on your own accord.

It only took a few more minutes until the four of you arrived at their house. As you entered you took a second to take in the interior, the 80s theme not as glaringly out of place to you as it had been earlier.

“Vis! Pietro! I’m home and I’ve brought a guest!” Wanda’s sweet voice sounded from the kitchen.

“Uncle Piet hurry up! Come meet our new friend!”

“Come on! Come on! Hurry up!”

Billy and Tommy yelled up the stairs impatiently and you smiled fondly at the boys, crossing your arms over your chest as you anticipated meeting ‘the funnest guy in the whole world’.

“M’coming! Jeez.” The deep voice made you freeze. For the first time since you arrived in WestView you could finally say you recognised something.

The thumping of feet running down the stairs had your heart beating out of your chest and when you finally came face to face with the man the twins had praised so highly you thought your ribs were at risk of breaking from how rapidly it was pumping.

The man looked at the twins, expectantly, “Alright. Where’s the one making you two so excited?” He hadn’t noticed you yet.

With a shaky breath, it bagan coming back to you, he was the someone you were looking for. He wasn’t just someone special, he was your love. And there he stood, silver hair unkempt as usual and his signature grin painted his lips.

“She’s-“ Billy started but Peter cut him off.

“She? You guys get yourself a lil girlfriend? Huh?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t help the breathless laugh that left you. He was still your Peter. Funny, lighthearted, great with children and not completely thoughtless behind his gorgeous doe eyes like the rest of the town’s residents.

The airy laugh caused a shiver to run up his spine. No, you couldn’t be here. Not you. But he knew without even turning his head that it was you, his girl, the love of his life. The loyalist person he’d ever had the privilege of being able to love. Of course you’d follow him to a whole different reality.

He whipped his head in your direction, his mouth falling open as his eyes landed on your form, your eyes shining the way they always did when you’d see him after a long mission.

“Peter?” The boy felt his heart crack as your expression dissolved into something between confusion and panic. He quickly zoomed over to you and pulled you into him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck to hide your expression from Wanda who had yet to return from the kitchen.

His lips hovered close to your ear, “Pietro, you have to call me Pietro. I’ll explain everything, I promise just act natural for me, alright?” He murmured, moving his hand comfortingly up and down your back, aware that the twins were watching Peter pulled away but wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you forced yourself to smile as the pair of you faced the boys.

“How’d you guys manage to find my girlfriend in this dump?” He asked jokingly, smirking proudly as their faces dropped.

Billy glared and raised his little eyebrow at his uncle, “Your girlfriend?”

“You were right, you two. He definitely is the funnest person but I still win in the cool department.” You said, laughing nervously and hoped you weren’t being too conspicuous.

“Oh come on,” Peter groaned, “I haven’t seen you in forever and you’re already making fun of me in front of my nephews? That’s cold.” He pressed his lips to your temple, keeping them there for a few seconds, they were firm and sure and they let you know that he was really with you, you’d found him and he was real.

When Wanda re entered the room you felt your shock ebb as if it were being drowned beneath the surface before you could calm it naturally. You allowed your body to melt into Peter, your unintentional, sitcom worthy smile making his way across your lips again.

“Oh good, so you two have met then?” Wanda grinned, knowingly. Peter gave her a grin of his own.

“We’ve done more than meet.” He told her suggestively and you poked his ribs gently.

“You should’ve told me you were a Maximoff,” You giggled out as Peter littered your face with kisses while the twins gagged, the silver haired man pulled away from you for only a second to stick his tongue out at his nephews before he returned his attention to you as you chastised Wanda softly, “I would’ve been able to prepare myself to see this loser.”

Peter scoffed and gently pushed you away before speeding to catch up with your body. He wrapped his arms around your torso from behind and rested his chin on your shoulder, “She loves me really.”

Peter knew exactly what Wanda was after; a perfect family. He understood that’s what she wanted but he didn’t know how far she would go to achieve that goal. He had to make sure you played along, he couldn’t lose track of you again.

Your next words caused a stir in the hearts of both the siblings, your head was turned and your gaze was locked on Peter’s face, eyes free of any outside emotion as you broke out of Wanda’s hold and what Wanda read off your face wasn’t fear nor confusion, it was nothing but pure adoration for her brother.

“I do. I really do.” You told him, eyes becoming glassy before Wanda managed to regain control of your mind. You cleared your throat and gave Peter an airy smile, gently placing your lips against the curve of his jaw and he bit the inside of his cheek as he held you, allowing the conversation to flow easily and trying his best to support you as you unknowingly exhausted yourself fighting against his sister's hold.

He had a feeling you hadn’t remembered your mutation yet. You were one of the most powerful mutants Xaviers School had ever seen, your powers similar to Jean and Charles himself. Telekinesis was a tricky game, especially when you weren’t aware of it.

He remembered when he’d met you, you were with Charles and Hank, in his basement and asking for his help. He smiled to himself when he thought of how you’d been just as confused as him at the time.

You had no control over your telekinesis back then, similarly to now as you sat playing a board game with the twins, lights would flicker when you laughed and the very ground you walked on would shake if you got angry enough.

“Her mutation, it’s strong.” Wanda commented breezily as if it were nothing, floating through the kitchen going about her business as Peter’s eyes never left your form.

With a sigh he murmured, “She’s powerful, Wands. Trust me when I tell you that this whole thing could come crashing down if you don’t let her access her mutation.”

Wanda paused, her jaw clenched. With a flick of her wrist the panel that was allowing Peter to gaze at you from his place in the kitchen shut in his face. He turned to face Wanda then, an incredulous look on his face.

“What do you mean.” Peter only let out a tired laugh.

He shook his head, “Why did you let her in in the first place? You could’ve kept her out if you didn’t want her here.”

“She came for you, Pietro. You were the only thing on her mind. I didn’t realise she had power until I’d let her in.” She seethed, glaring at Peter.

“Maybe this was a mistake…” Wanda began, clenching and unclenching her hands as she considered her next actions. Noticing her uncertainty, Peter stood up and approached her as she spoke, “I should send her back.”

Panic flooded the speedster and before his sister could so much as move a finger he grabbed both of her hands in his, “No!” He shouted, desperately.

“Please don’t. I’ll look after her, just… just don’t take her away from me. Not again.” He begged, shaking his head frantically and Wanda knew in that moment that sending you away would create more problems than it would solve.

With a steady nod Wanda squeezed her brother’s hands, “She’ll stay here. But she’s your responsibility now. If she becomes a problem she’ll have to go.” His sister explained causing Peter to once again nod his head frantically.

“There’s an empty house next door. It’s yours, take her home, she’s tired I can tell.” Peter left the kitchen without another word, a smile on his face as if the conversation with Wanda hadn’t shook him to his core.

When he entered the living room he watched fondly as Billy tried to impress you and Tommy sat contently beside you. Wanda had released you from her influence and you were simply fighting sleep while simultaneously keeping the twins occupied. Even without your mutation, Peter knew you were a superhero.

“Alright, nerds. Stop bugging my girl.” Peter walked casually to the couch and pulled you up gently, kissing your temple like he had done earlier, “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

When he pulled away you were looking at him, your expression somewhat defeated, “Home?” That’s right, he reminded himself, you didn’t know where home was.

He nodded gently, interlocking your fingers with his and led you to the front door.

“Bye boys!” He called over his shoulder, not bothering with a proper goodbye tonight.

True to her word, the house next door was vacant and ready for the couple to move into. As soon as the front door was shut Peter attached his lips to yours, feverishly moving his hands to your cheeks as you melted against him.

“I’ve been looking for you for so long.” You croaked, pulling away, select memories had began to return upon meeting his lips.

Completely overwhelmed you nuzzled your cheeks into his palms when tears began to leak from your eyes. Peter pulled you closer, bringing his forehead to rest against yours, “I know, baby. But I’m right here, I’ve got you.”

His words had only served to push you further towards the edge and you gripped his wrists to keep his hands in place, using him as an anchor. He shushed you gently once the picture frames nailed to the wall began to clatter against the plaster while you struggled to even out your breathing.

“I couldn’t think, Pete. I couldn’t- I couldn’t keep her out. There’s something so wrong here, we need to get out- we have to get out.” You rambled, tears streaming down your face now as the panic Wanda had pushed away from you earlier now manifested into a full blown panic attack.

“Hey, hey, hey, Y/n, look at me, okay? Neither of us are under her control right now, you’re safe, you’re with me and I’m not going to let her so much as flick her wrist at you, do you understand me?” He spoke steadily and sternly, caressing your face so gently as if he was afraid you’d break.

After a second or two, the walls stopped shaking and you let Peter guide you to the stairs and into a double room. Carefully, he undressed you and redressed you into the shirt he’d been sleeping in, something in him just knowing being surrounded by his scent would calm you down.

Your hands snaked around his waist after he finished getting himself changed, with a content sigh you pressed your lips against his shoulder before pulling away to look into his eyes, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Peter nodded his head, eyes softening at your concern, “M’better now.”

Before you could respond Peter had zoomed the pair of you into the floral double bed. He lay on his back, his silver hair sprawled against the pillow and his eyes looking at you contently. You gazed at him from your space against his chest, your body completely flush to his, the arm he had wrapped around your waist making you feel safe.

He hummed in approval as your finger lazily traced his jaw, he grinned dorkily, he watched your eyes fluttering open and shut as you struggled to stay awake. Peter wrapped both arms around you tightly, pulling you up ever so slightly to let your face rest against the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered when he felt your fingers toying with his hair gently.

You hummed, pecking the skin of his neck, “I love you, Peter. Or should I say Pietro?” He couldn’t stop his chuckle when he felt your lips form into a smirk as you continued to peck lightly at his neck.

Peter shook his head, his hands moving up and down your back, slowly and softly as he told you, “Nah, I just wanna be Peter with you. You’re the only person in this wacko town who knows who I am.”

“We’ll get out… and then we can go back to being whoever we were before we ended up here.” You spoke sleepily, but honestly, he knew you believed what you were saying.

He wanted to ask why you’d put yourself in this situation but he knew why. And he knew he’d follow you into anything like this too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have been proud of the love the pair of you shared, considering it had landed you in a borderline tyrannical suburbia. But even a barrier that wiped memories, a witch who could bend time, space and the very reality around her couldn’t keep the two of you apart.

Neither of you knew what would happen in the future but that didn’t matter so long as you had each other. As your breath evened out against his neck Peter promised himself that he’d find a way to get you both out, get everyone out.

#peter maximoff #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wandavision

[frogtanii]

WRITTEN BIT BABEY :)

you leave the room with a heavy weight sitting on your heart that is only amplified by the serious look on kenma’s face. you ignore it in favor of turning on the tv and going to disney+, queuing up the original mulan knowing how into the story hinata would get. still refusing to face your friend, you move to the kitchen digging around the cabinets to find snacks.

“yn,” the sound of your name jolts you out of your focus even though you were expecting it. “can we please talk?”

it feels like the air has been sucked out of the room, the only thing remaining being a heavy blanket of tension draping over the two of you. when you chance a look at kenma, you’re taken aback by the unreadable look on his face--it's overwhelming and you have to take a step back.

you turn away from him, unable to look for long without your mind racing and heart clenching with unknown guilt. a hand gently touches your shoulder, the feeling sending a shock of discomfort down your spine.

"we need to talk about kuroo," kenma starts, his golden eyes desperately searching for your own but you refuse to make eye contact, too afraid of what his expression might hold. when you don't move to face him, kenma sighs and moves somewhere behind you. the sound of a barstool scraping against the tiled floors alerts you that he's probably sitting down which signals a long and emotion-packed conversation.

"he texted me today." the relatively innocent statement is weighed down by the many implications behind it. your mind begins to race--what could that even mean? did he talk about you? your childhood? what he had done to you and more importantly, why? "what did you guys talk about?" the question is out of your mouth before you can stop it, desperation creeping into the edges of your voice.

you finally, finally, shift to face him, mentally steeling yourself for the upbringing of things you'd much rather forget.

"he's playing with you yn. you know it, i know it, he knows it. you need to separate yourself from him," kenma says, his voice monotone and soft. "i-i love you, you know that right?" you nod but remain tight-lipped, allowing your best friend to finish his piece.

"i know you think he's changed but some people never do. i just- i wouldn't be able to live with myself if i didn't say anything and let him hurt you like before." he lets out a deep breath and runs his hands through his almost entirely brown hair. something glints under the soft kitchen lights and you recognize it as the bracelet you'd bought him back in your first year of high school. you smile to yourself, not noticing the look of admiration in his eyes and the soft smile gracing his lips.

the sound of a door opening startles the both of you from your silent reverie, your eyes trailing to the hallway where hinata stands bundled up in four blankets and looking absolutely miserable. "oh shō," you whisper, his puffy eyes already welling up with tears.

kenma moves faster than you, kindly (well as kind as kenma can be) moving the hinata burrito to the couch with you following closely behind. you plop yourself down right next to the redhead, his body coming to rest in your lap. you can't help but lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, running your fingers through his orange locks.

"w-what were y-you guys talking a-about?" shōyō asks, his voice watery and thick with tears. you shake your head at his question, not wanting to bog him down with depressing tales about one of his friends. "nothing baby, nothing. how are you feeling? do you need anything? water, snacks?" your fingers never leave his head, even when he turns to look at you frustratedly, his cheeks puffing in annoyance.

"i want you to tell me what you guys were talking about," he orders, fumbling his body burrito until he's sitting upright between you and kenma. "i'm not a baby, y'know."

kenma barks out a laugh, leaning over to ruffle hinata's hair. "says the one who's been crying all day," hinata giggles at the contact before kenma adds, "baby." you grin as hinata tries to force a pout on his face but it doesn't work, a small smile worming its way there instead.

"we can talk about it later, hm?" you say as you stand before moving to the kitchen to get snacks. hinata nods and snuggles into kenma's arms while mulan begins to play in the background. you're quick to join them, handing a bag of chips to kenma while shō presses a kiss to your cheek before settling in to watch the movie.

------

turns out the later was much later--you'd gotten through all of mulan, frozen one and two, and half of moana before hinata tried to bring kuroo up again.

"shō, you really don't want to hear about it," you groan while cleaning up the kitchen, carefully evading hinata as he follows close behind. "but you promised," he whines, finally grabbing hold of you and resting his head on your shoulder. kenma pops his head from around the corner with a mouthful of pocky's and shakes his head before speaking up. "you should tell him--he deserves to know why you transfered to karasuno in our third year."

you roll your eyes before bopping hinata on the forehead, sending him to the ground with a moan. "fine but if i'm going to be forced to relive the hell that was my high school years, i'm gonna do it over text." with that, you playfully stomp back over to the couch, bringing out your phone and lying down, determined to get this conversation over with as fast as possible.

© promiscuous boy ;)

storytime!!

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an: holy shit this took me FOREVER AND IT SUCKS ASS IM SO SORRY this is not how i wanted this explanation to go but my writing juice dissipated i am so sorry 😞 don’t worry abt feeding me idk if i wanna hear it for this trash LMAO

EDIT: I REDID IT SO KUROO IS LESS EVIL PLS DISREGARD EVERYTHING YOU MIGHT HAVE READ EARLIER GOMEN

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[bakugoulvr420]

taking care of bakugou when he is sick

yup yup thank u for the request!

“who the fuck said im sick!?”

he will never admit that he is sick

instead he will get more and more annoyed at how persistent you are

aizawa notices the change in behavior of bakugou and later finds out that bakugou is indeed sick so he sends him to his dorm

“BUT IM NOT SICK!”

“stop being stubborn and leave before you infect the rest of us”

“A COLD AINT GONNA KILL YOU!”

frustrated and annoyed at the world

all he can think of is how behind he will be left AGAIN just like when he had fought deku a few months ago

so when you visit his dorm, he wont be too friendly

“bakugou, you feeling any better?”

“the hell are you here for” *turns around on his bed to the other side to not look at your face*

“i brought you the notes from today. we didn’t actually learn anything new so, i hope it wont be too heavy on you”

*no response for a while*

“whatever. leave them on my desk”

bakugou is a responsible kid but sometimes his ego will get the best of him. to the point of not taking his meds because he is not weak

but of course he will force himself to take them just to recover faster

“bakugou, i’ll send you text messages whenever its time for you to take your meds, kay?”

“i’m not a kid. i can do shit myself!”

though he is harsh, do not mistake this with him being rude

he feels like a burden to you. he is frustrated with himself for getting sick like a weakling. afterall he gets rarely sick

spicy foods are known to increase the symptoms of nausea and stomach pain, so you will tell him to go easy on that

smartass bakugou already knows all of this information though so he feels like when his mom used to nag him

but he knows that youre doing this because you love and care for him

you would prepare something like a soup just for the sake of bakugou’s nutrition, you will get um... unnecessary attention

“woah! is that for bakugou? that looks delicious!”

“bakugou you lucky bastard! i have to do things myself when i’m sick!”

“is bakugou doing any better? he did look sick af earlier”

once you get to bakugou’s dorm safely, you will gently shake him to wake him up

baby was sound asleep :(

“i brought you food, eat up”

*bakugou eyes you up and down*

“why are you here again? god”

his heart is fluttering madly because he missed you

when he tries to get out of his bed to eat, you will give him a “nono” cus u want to feed him in bed

“who the heck eats in bed!?”

“bakugou please, relax and let me feed you”

*after a few minutes of arguing back and forth he gives in*

“if you create a mess on my bed im killing you”

this is when the spoon feeding action comes in 🙀😩

ohoho dont expect him to automatically let you feed him though

he cant really taste anything but based on the texture and how it looks, he knows that its good for him

once he is done, you were gonna stand up to put the plate back downstairs BUT HE WILL WRAP HIS ARM AROUND YOUR WAIST AND NOT LET YOU GO

“why are you in such a hurry? youve been leaving all day from me”

“bakugou im trying to take care of you. let me put this back and ill return i promise”

“no”

he is extra clingy because he had less opportunities to see you since he’s been in his room all day

soon enough when he realizes that he might infect you, he will sigh and let you go

“leave before you get this dumb cold”

“you think i care about colds ??? i wanna spend time with you”

“nonsense! leave”

a smirk would creep onto his face when you dont leave

eventually both of you would be cuddling (who knows if bakugou will let you spoon him)

both of you will fall asleep 💤

when you guys wake up it will literally be the next day

“oi wake up, you got class today”

you feel so comfy and you dont wanna leave his bed

when you stand up you realize how hot you feel. maybe its cus of bakugou 😏

nope. u got infected 😩

“what did i tell you dumbass!? god now we’re both sick”

he recovers faster and when he does, the tables have turned

bakugou doesnt like the idea of u being sick but if it means that he can take care of u, he would gladly accept

#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou x y/n #bnha x reader #katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha #kacchan #bakugou fluff

[virtualtoybox]

okay nobody asked however tho i may be cringe i am also FREE so heres the story beats for dark lady au -

-padme survived, tho is handicapped from injuries sustained during her fight with anakin on mustafar. shes in a leadership position in the rebellion, but stays disguised as a handmaiden to the queen of alderaan as a way to protect here identity from the empire. 

-luke and leia are raised basically co-parented by the organas as well as padme and sabe. luke and padme are extremely close while her relationship with leia remains strained and distant... being a mother to her daughter was harder than was to be one to her son. she saw too much of herself in leia, and it scared her, and i think it scared leia too. a ferocity and need to change the world around her but too young to do anything about it. padme wishes she had done more about it. she tries so hard to make up for hte mistakes of her past, creating a better future for her children based on the foundation she failed to build before. 

- its around 12 years old that the children are found out by vader, and leia is singled out just by being on the wrong planet at the wrong time, just because she happened to by the first he found ina vulnerable enough position. he never planned to take leia; it didnt have to be her. 

- middle middle ive been drinking and smoking, ALL NIGHT, so suck it up you dont get the intensive leia sith training meta. maybe tomorrow. 

- ....okay just a lil. so she is fairly easy to manipulate tbqh considering shes so hunger for more and better and any sort of satisfaction that can ease the burning in her gut for just a second. palpatine offers her that in the form of force training- something her mother forbade. 

- so leia very definitely like. feels like being a sith can get her where she wants to be- where palpatine is. doing better than him. 

- a new hope is different in many ways but the one i will talk at length about is Leias assassination of emperor palpatine. vader is tasked with stopping the hotshot pilot trying to destroy the death star and comes back to give his master the bad news only to find a mangled body and his daughter wuth blood on her hands. she wont tell him what exactly happened- but that she does expect a new title. 

- emperor vader and his daughter; the dark lady arfenia (the devoted) are a very intense hand in unlovable hand fucked up power duo who feed off each other in the worst most unhealthy ways - she hates him so much, knows she needs him alive for now, shaking deep in her bones to finally kill him. he loves and would die for her easily, knows its not yet his time so he  is basically a puppet leader for his extremely disturbed daughter. 

-during this time, padme takes luke to ahsoka for force training- desperate for some form of defense against her ex husband ... against her own daughter.

- leia and han end up meeting when han is taken prisoner by vader to try and lure luke ala esb, though things go quite a bit differently to the point of Han being stuck in the cells on Leias ship. she honestly just curious as to who wouldve grabbed her brothers attention to such an extent that she visits han a bit more often than she should. they only know each other for a month. theyre only together once. its enough. 

-jaina and jacen are born 9 months later. theyre both so strong in the force, leia can already sense the power rolling off her children in waves. but one of them, the boy... hes sick. no matter what she does, she cant get him to stop crying a sickly pathetic wail- something that scared her so so bad. she could only think of one person who might be able to help- her brother, a jedi. a healer in the force. 

-she leaves jacen with luke- hiding him away just close enough for her brother to sense and safe enough to wait until he did. she knows the boy will be safe there- maybe even get to know his father. 

-ive type 1k more words than discord will allow me to send about an au no one could possibly care about besides myself and im not even to the main part of the au. might write more later but for now i thnk im gonna go put myself in niche star wars au jail (timeout in the corner)

[shadyteacup]

HELLO..... i am absolutely going crazy at new aku content cuz there's barely any new contnt for him SO IM HERE.... to ask for more 🕵️🕵️🕵️if thats ok UEVDJF. can i msybe ask.... established relationship late night date.... a walk in the park.... or idk maybe some domestic stuff... or protective aku... THE POSSIBILITIES R ENDLESS 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️its ur choice BUT maybe... protective boyfie aku... me thinks very romantic SJDBF SORRY THIS ASK MSKES NO SENSE BUT THANKS FOR READING AND FOR FEEDING THE AKU NATION UR WRITINGS A BOP ❤️❤️🌷

Hiyaa! I made this around the idea of protective Aku. I hope u like it! I wanted to make it special and a little 👄spicy👄 for u.. sorry if it took too long!

Akutagawa Ryunosuke x gn! Reader|| Warnings: Slight nsfw(kissing), one swear word(I think)|| word count: 627.

My Eyes Only

"Ryu, what do you think?"

You stood in front of the mirror, turning from time to time to examine your outfit. Akutagawa was on a chair outside your room. You had invited him to sit inside, but he was too shy.

On hearing your words, he got up and peeped inside.

"You can come in, dumbass. You act as if you haven't seen me naked before."

He blushes at your words and coughs.

"Shut up."

Finally entering the room, he spots you by the mirror and freezes in his place.

You felt nervous. Did he not like it? Did you look stupid in it?

"Is this.. do I .. I look stupid, don't I."

You stated with a sigh.

He shook his head and walked over to you, grabbing your shoulders.

You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face.

Suddenly, he bent down to kiss you. You immediately reacted, tracing your palms along his chest to finally unite behind his neck. His hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer. You both were chest to chest, with absolutely zero space in between. His other hand snaked behind your neck to your head. He pulled your face even closer to deepen the kiss. It was all too much. You were lost in the sensations of his teeth, his tongue, but mostly his knee that forced its way between your legs. You mentally  applauded your knees for staying stable for so long. Given the intensity of this kiss, you had expected them to be mush by now.

Pulling back for air, the two of you gazed into each other's eyes. Your breaths fanned on each other, foreheads touching.

"W-what.. was that for?"

You asked, so turned on and out of breath.

"You look fucking gorgeous in this outfit. I can't help but want to tear if off of you."

You gasped. Your cheeks turned redder, if that's even possible, and your body agreed with him. Your body wanted him to rip all clothing off.

"We can't do that right now. We have to go out!"

Akutagawa grunts in response, too busy checking you out.

"Who cares, Y/N."

True, who gives a shit. But you were going out with Gin, and you both had been planning this for way too long to just abandon it.

"I can't not go."

He sighed.

"Whatever. Just don't wear that."

You were dumbstruck.

"I thought you liked it?"

He pushed you off gently, then made his way out the door. He stopped at the doorway to look back at you.

"If I wanted to rip it off, imagine what others would want to do."

You raised a brow.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He sighed, giving you a look.

"I can't control myself when I see you in that. And I get to have you everyday. Imagine what those starved souls would do when they see you like this. I'll have to sever their heads off to stop them from drooling."

He turned around and walked out the door, shutting it partially.

"I don't want to kill anyone, because I made a stupid promise to that Jinko. But if anyone even looks at you weirdly, I wouldn't think twice before pulling their intestines out."

You winced at his graphic words.

"Change into something else. Please don't make me break my promise."

You knew he was violent, but he did it for you. Your heart was thumping at a 1000 kmph, and you couldn't help but want to take him right there.

"Okay. Whatever you say, daddy."

His ears perked up at that.

"Don't."

You giggled, knowing full well what effect your little slip up had had on him.

It was going to be a long night for you two when you returned.

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[mochi-marie]

Hi! I saw that your request are open, If you don't mind could I request some headcanons for Tsukishima, Sakusa, Iwaizumi and Semi of how they act when they are jealous? ♡

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔�� ˎˊ˗

author’s note :: hi hi!! this is my first time ever actually writing for semi and for sakusa, so i hope it's not too ooc / awful? any feedback and advice for writing characters is greatly appreciated! also, realizing it now, i realize my gremlin brain interpreted it differently and im kinda mad at myself for what i wrote 🤡 ( re: i actually hate it now pff ) 🥺👉👈 hope you enjoy?

perspective :: gender neutral

characters :: tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, semi eita

⊰ 𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 𝗞𝗘𝗜 ⊱ 

♡ … will act unbothered! most likely won't be bothered at first, or at least it may seem like he isn't. yamaguchi would have a worried look on his face, calling it out to his friend, but he would end up shrugging. tsukishima would most likely be confident in your loyalty, depending on how long you've been together.

♡ … target: locked on! if things start to get a little too touchy, he'll easily insert himself into the situation once they start to get a little too close for comfort.

♡ … intimidation! easily slides his large hand onto your shoulder, hovering over the person testing tsukki's comfort levels of others practically drooling over you. his height and rather stern gaze easily makes a shiver run down their spine.

♡ … embarrassment! if his mere presence wasn't enough to have them backing up, his snide remarks and verbal observations of the person's clear interest in you will be enough to have them huffing with red cheeks and turning away, embarrassed and made a fool out of.

♡ … acts like you were the jealous one! don't tell me that he wouldn't turn this on you. if you're on the teasing side, if you go to try and taunt him for his ( in your opinion ) jealous outburst, before you could even choke out a word, he'd hit you with : "wow, i can't believe you would allow that, (name)." you would be left flabbergasted, confused as only a smirk is painted onto his lips as he turns away. he'll always insist that you get jealous, not him.

⊰ 𝗦𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗦𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗬𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜 ⊱ 

♡ … (*insert creative notion here*)! most likely will let you handle it unless he sees you grow uncomfortable within the person's flirtatious presence. he knows and trusts in your loyalty, despite the drop he feels in his stomach.

♡ … protection through intimidation! he might cringe visibly if the other person touches you in some way, but heads over ( trying his best not to rush ). the twisted fluttering in his stomach won't leave him alone, so he strides his way over, not touching you, but standing awfully close behind.

♡ … awkward silence ensues! his sharp gaze, paired well with the mysterious threat of wearing a mask and his intimidatingly tall stature and stoic appearance, is more than enough to get the flirt to cough awkwardly into their fist in a show of discomfort at the awkward silence that now draped itself over you three.

♡ … tainted! the moment they're gone, he'll most likely want to be able to comfort you in some way if the encounter really bothered you or made you feel unsafe in some way, but the fact that the flirt touched you irked him. he'll insist you take a shower to, "wash their disgusting germs off".

⊰ 𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ⊱ 

♡ … sweet, sweet haji! i think iwaizumi would be quicker to jealousy than others on this list, as well as second to semi at being the worst at hiding it. your sweet haji will observe from afar at first, trying to gauge whether or not you need him to intervene.

♡ … so proud! if you handle it yourself, he'll be beaming with pride for the rest of the day, the only thing managing to pull the smile off of his face being Oikawa and his little remarks on how worried he had looked.

♡ … intervening! if you end up not being able to get them to back off, hajime will have no problem with stopping whatever he is doing just to head over to where you and the other is standing, wrapping his arm around you to rest gently on your hip / waist, staring at the opposing person across from you.

♡ … immediate results! you won't have to worry much now, especially with the way the flirtatious newcomer eyes your lover's arms and body, rethinking their decision to try and flirt with you. quickly, they make a flustered exit, excusing themselves warily.

♡ … caring and calm! the moment you two are left alone, his grip on your waist never falters as he turns to look down to you, gazing over your form swiftly before asking a few questions, awkward grin on his lips and cheeks blushing a rosy pink when met with your small teases and thankful smile.

⊰ 𝗦𝗘𝗠𝗜 𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗔 ⊱ 

♡ … to the rescue! due to his hot-headedness, i personally don't think it would take long for him to both notice, and eventually insert himself into the situation; face cold, eyes sharp in a pointed glare, heart thumping in time with his feet as he jogs over.

♡ … a threat has approached! compared to others, he may not be the most intimidating, but his larger stature and his generally stoic resting face feeds into how scary he can appear. adding on the furious glare paired with a forced smirk on his stony face and he appears rather... threatening.

♡ … bark bark! if he doesn't manage to scare them off without saying anything to begin with, the beating of his heart that pounds in his ear as he practically barks at them to get lost does.

♡ … showing off! the moment you're alone again, semi will most likely drag you both away to spend the rest of the day alone together, enjoying each other's company publicly. he'll make sure to let it be known that you both are very much an item.

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[wishallthatiwant]

hi friend! do you have any “how klayley would deal with tribrid hope if they were alive for the events of s4” headcanons?

making s4 content for myself since the writers KEEP POSTPONING IT

(on account of me not remembering shit before 4x03) a very sporadic text chain informs klaus and hayley of "landon's been taken hostage by malivore, im doing some weird shit to save him, dont call it might interrupt our Creative Process"

klaus: creative process does not mean doing dark rituals young lady

klaus: not without freya there

hayley: ???

hayley: consider not letting our daughter do dark rituals at all??

hope: MOM IM NINETEEN I CAN MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS

josie calls hayley in a panic after she and lizzie agree to help hope and tell them to "get your asses up here bc you have a death dinner to attend"

after the tree ceremony with the twins that they DID NOT watch and cry at thank you very much:

they take hope aside and very gently ask her if she's sure about this because there's no going back

"you'll be stuck with us forever kiddo"

"will that be such a bad thing?"

freya's still the one to guide hope to death but klaus and hayley are right next to her, holding her hands and they don't leave her side for even a second

they're there when dragon!kaleb comes bursting in and they subdue him before he can even open his mouth

they're there when hope wakes up with the necromancer's name on the tip of her tongue

they're there when lizzie and josie come into the room with tea and a blood bag both, and they help her feed for the first time

when malilandon manages to sneak in, they've gone to shower bc "mom dad i don't know how long you've been sitting there for but you stink pls go shower"

they come in right when hope pushes the blood blade through landon's heart

come in as in, hayley's still drying her hair and klaus is combing his hair

the towel drops to the ground, as does the comb, and they're all frozen for a second

hayley starts to take a step but BOOM hope's jumped out another fuckin window and is gone

"she turned off her humanity, didn't she?" -klaus

hayley, looking down at the body of her daughter's boyfriend: "oh really. i would've never guessed."

alaric has zero brain cells and doesn't tell them he's going to meet up with hope, so when klaus goes out for a walk to clear his head the day after (not willingly, thank u very much) he finds alaric bloody and bruised and goes "damn it hope i wanted to do it first"

klaus is this close to homicide when lizzie plans for hope's murder, hayley being the only one stopping him

"chill she's not actually gonna do it"

hayley makes it her secondary mission anyways to burn every single speck of the unity tree and toss it into the indian ocean

hayley and klaus make rebekah and freya go talk hope while they Pull Out The Stops

rebekah, coming home with the necklace: you'll be delighted to know my niece is finally interested in someone other than a loser curly haired little chicken!

hayley: landon's literally dead rebekah

klaus: no no, she's right

they actually laugh at salvatore idol and the fact that they thought it would work, even if it was a sweet thought

josie still gets sent into the therapy box, but-

Pulling Out The Stops is really just tying hope down on a chair and making her read the letter hayley wrote her before she was born and all the unsent letter klaus wrote her during the Six Years

and then forcing the mikaelson crest necklace back on her ofc

because of this hope's humanity being turned back on josie has a different, more important epiphany: alaric saltzman sucks. the end.

klaus and hayley start treating lizzie and josie as their own bc alaric sucks

#i hate the way this ends but alaric does suck and everybody deserves to know it #legacies #the originals #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall