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lovifie · 2 months

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Hormones Pt.3

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(little note at the end that if you read I'll really love you)

“What?!”

“It's me, can I come in, love?”

“What do you want, Ghost?” You ask with your face buried on the pillow.

The door opens, just long enough for him to enter and then he closes it behind him, locking it. You turn your head, a questioning look on your face, and he raises his hands to prove innocence.

“It's just to keep Johnny away.” He says, sitting down on the bed behind you and pulling your legs over his lap. “I wanted to apologise”

That gets you interested, because the man may be many things, but he is prideful and doesn't apologise too often.

“Why?” You ask, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking back at him.

“For being an asshole, and talking to you as badly as I did.” He admits, his warm hand engulfing your calf caressing it with his thumb. “It had never happened to me before, you know? Not being able to say what I meant to say, and just saying something stupid instead.”

You think for a moment, about risking it with a stupid question, but it's not like you have anything to lose and your brain is still too focused on thinking about his crotch before he covered with the pillow.

“It sounds like you have a crush on my, Ghost.” You try softly, looking at his eyes.

“Feels like it, too.” He says without breaking the eye contact. You are a bit surprised by his straightforward approach, not hiding behind words.

His hand travels up your thigh when you turn around, sitting up to face him; legs still over his lap and his hand on the side of your leg. You look up to him, waiting for him to say that he is joking; but he doesn't.

Still, inside of your head, there is this voice that reminds you that this is the same person who has treated you like garbage, that he is your superior and that until mere minutes ago he has never shown any kind of interest in you.

It is a nice thing your brain tells you these things, but it's not like you are going to take them into account; not when you can feel the heat radiating from Ghost’s boner against your leg, feeling it twitch when he sees you looking at it.

“I saw the way you were looking at me this morning, love.” He says, making you peel your eyes away from his crotch and up to his eyes, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “It is not nice for a soldier to have her mind occupied with thoughts when they are working, you know?”

“Is it not?” You ask, clearly reading his intentions, moving to sit yourself on top of his lap.

“Yeah… thinking about fucking your CO, sergeant.” He says, griping your hips and starting to grind you against his crotch, slowly and without real strength, letting you get away if you would want. You don’t. “I could get you in trouble, you know?”

“I don't want to get in trouble.” You mutter, unable to speak more loudly, as you feel his hardening dick rub against you, annoyed with the clothes in between.

“Of course you don't, you are a good girl, right?” He asks lifting his mask, up to his nose so his mouth is exposed. You lean in, suddenly desperate to kiss him, only for his hand to grab your jaw forcing you to look up as his mouth finds its way to your neck. “Speak up, sergeant.”

You struggle to do so when he starts to kiss your neck, feeling like lava dripping down your skin with how hot his breath is. “Yes, sir.” You respond breathlessly, feeling him smile against your skin satisfied with your answer.

“Are you going to be a good girl for your lieutenant and let me have a taste, love?” He whispers against your neck, making you whine as an answer, earning yourself a hard slap on your asscheek. “I don't like to repeat myself, sergeant. Speak up when I ask you something.”

“Yes, sir.” You respond quickly, still whining, too turned on to bother about embarrassment, you’ll care about that tomorrow morning.

Ghost takes the hem of your shirt, pulling it up your head in a smooth motion; he doesn't bother to take off your bra, simply slips your arms out of it and pushes it down which pushes your boobs up and out just for him. He doesn’t waste time before biting the side of your boob, making you groan at the sting before he licks over it.

You move your hand up to the back of his head, wrong move because he quickly grabs both your arms moving them behind your back holding them in place and causing you to arch your back, pushing your chest more against his face. He hums satisfied with the outcome and starts to suck your nipples into his mouth nibbling on it softly.

You moan pulling your head back, letting him guide your hips with his other hand; helping you grind against his growing erection. Ghost’s mouth travels from one boob to the other, leaving a wet trail of spit in the process across your chest.

There is hunger in the way he keeps eating you, you can feel him bite down on the skin of your chest; most of them are soft just satisfying the need to feel you, but there are a couple of them that you are sure will leave a mark on your skin. Not that you mind, with the way you can feel your hips stutter each time he does it, clenching around nothing and making you grow desperate for more.

“Ghost… please” You moan, looking down at him and you see his pupils dilate when he makes eye contact with you. Something about the image of you looking down at him, while he feels you in his mouth truly makes him lose the little bit of restraint he had.

He let go of your arms, moving instead to undo your belt and your trousers. He moves his face up to your neck again, before he whispers urging you to take off your trousers. “I want you to sit on my face, love. I want to feel you suffocate me. Fuck my face, please sweet girl.” He groans, grinding up hard against your cunt making you moan, just for him to lift you up enough to pull your trousers down, getting stuck on your ankles because of your shoes.

He smirks, an idea crossing his mind and he looks at you with mischievousness that makes you shudder. He notices you try to undo your laces to take off your shoe and he quickly slaps your hand making you look at him with a confused expression. He moves so he can lay down on your bed and pulls you with him; you try to complain that you need to take off your trousers or you will choke him and it is then that you realize his plan.

With you kneeling over his face, he raises his head and lays it back over your scrunched-up trousers on your ankles. His weight causes your ankles to pull closer together, which makes your knees pull apart and your hips to go lower. You realize then that you are stuck, unable to move your legs apart or your hips up without falling back.

Ghost smiles when he notices you realize and pulls his hands up to rip apart your panties making you gasp at the sudden movement, feeling lightheaded with the way he rips the fabric as if it was a piece of paper.

He doesn't let you complain any further, too desperate to launch himself at your glistering cunt. He groans at the same time you moan when he finally gets a taste of your arousal on his tongue, automatically getting addicted to your taste only urging him to eat you harder.

His hand grab your thigh at each side of his head as if you could actually move away from his face. You grab the headboard, needing to grab something for some kind of support. He has barely started to move his tongue and your legs are already shaking with the desperate way he is eating you out.

You feel his tongue move flat from your leaking hole up to clit, the tip of his tongue catching on your hood and giving it a flick which makes your legs twitch against his head making him groan satisfied with your reaction only for him to repeat the movement again and again.

Ghost starts to get too pussy drunk to really think about what he is doing, only caring about the taste of your fluids in contrast with the taste of your skin; and it makes you grow frustrated with the lack of attention where you really want it. This makes you need to take matters into your own hands, and you move your hand down to grab his mask hard enough that you know you are grabbing his hair under it as well.

He looks up to you, offended you would dare to bother him when he is having the feast of his life; but the look on your face quickly shuts him up before he can say anything. “I thought you wanted me to fuck your face, sir. Stick your tongue out.” Your order, his dick twitches behind you at the dictational tone and he immediately follows your order.

You grin down at him, satisfied with the way his body betrays him; and you grab his mask and hair harder pushing his head slightly back before you grin down on his mouth moaning throwing your head back.

You move back and forward, delighted with the way his nose catches your clit with each thrust and the way his tongue twitches with each grunt and moan that exits his throat. You turn your head to look at his crotch and chuckle when you see the way his boner is being constricted with his trousers.

You pity him and undo his belt, getting your hand inside his trousers and grabbing his cock with only the fabric of his boxers in between his and your skin, the wet spot of precum doesn't go unnoticed. “Are you going to fuck me nicely with this, Ghostie?”

You feel him nod against your fold which makes you moan softly, but you want to give him a taste of his game and you grab hard his dick. “Speak up, leiutenant.”

He whines against your cunt, and you already know how the rest of the night is about to go. “Yes, fuck, yes, love. I’m going to fuck you so fucking nice you are not going to want to be with anyone else. I promise, love.”

You chuckle at the desperation of his voice, and go back to grinding his face leaving his dick unnatended and leaking precum, making the wet spot on his underwear only grow wider. You grab his hand from your leg and move it behind you, sticking two fingers up and sinking yourself on them.

Ghost feels like a human dildo with the way you are fucking his hand and mouth with no remorse for his needs, and he fucking loves it. The only thing keeping him from wishing you would last forever being the feeling of his dick about to burst.

You keep a hand on his head, your other hand moving to grab his wrist to keep his hand just where you need it. And it doesn't take you long to cum all over his mouth, clenching tight on his fingers. He moans, almost as if he was the one who just finished, and you look down on him; the sight criminal.

You push yourself up, leaning forward, and taking his fingers out of your cunt; your arousal still dripping from them. He slips from under you, sitting on the floor and looking back at you as you finally take off your shoes and the rest of your clothes. Once naked and sitting on the bed you look at him, chuckling softly as you extend your hand to him. “Give me your belt, Ghost.”

He frowns for a second, but obeys, taking it off from the belt loops of his trousers. You take it from his hand and get closer to him putting it around his neck, buckling it at the front. You are not sure of the safety of the make-do collar, and the only reason why you do it is because the man kneeling in front of you could rip it to threads without breaking a sweat; the belt only works as a physical form of the psychological effect you have found to have over Ghost.

You lay your feet over his crotch, making him grunt when you press down; he grabs your leg unconsciously grinding against your feet making you smile. “Tell me, Ghostie. Are you going to fuck me nicely or am I going to do all the work again?” You ask, you know it is not fair, you were the one that chose to do all the work of fucking his face. Still, the way he whines when he feels the ball of your feet press harder makes it worth it. “Yes! Yes, I will. I’ll fuck you nicely, love. I will.” He moans making you groan, going on a little power trip yourself.

You let the belt rest down his chest, taking notice just now that he is still completely naked; just his belt out of place and it only turns you on more. You turn around, getting on your knees and hands, and raise one of your hands back to him.

He takes your hand in his, making you frown and slap his hand away. “The belt, Ghost.” He looks down when he sees you pointing at his chest as if he just realised you had collared him. He leans forward, letting the end on the belt on your hand; you twist it around your wrist tugging at it and making him lean more, kneeling behind you on the bed. His hips collide with yours making the two of you moan softly and you look at him only to whisper. “Take your dick out and fuck me until I forgive you for being such an asshole to me, lieutenant.”

“Yes, my love” He whispers back, pulling down his trousers and underwear, only to take his thick veiny dick out, so heavy it can’t stand up; forcing him to fist it to align it with your cunt. When his tip catches with your hole, his hips pushing it the slightest, you lay your head on the mattress, arching your back and tugging the belt over your head to urge him forward getting deeper.

Ghost grunts on your ear as he does, pushing his hips forward slowly, stretching you slowly; his two fingers that you previously fucked being far from enough to stretch your cunt to the girth of his dick.

It leaves you with your mouth open, the air of your lungs being pushed out of you as you feel his dick up to your stomach when he finally bottoms out. The two of you stay still for a second, you needing it to get used to the stretch and Ghost needing it to not cum at the feeling of your wet, warm pussy clenching on him like a vice.

He peppers your shoulder and the back of your head between moans, asking for some kind of feedback to know he can keep moving; wanting to let you get used but desperate to keep moving. You give him a slight tug of the belt, already lacking strength and moan through gritted teeth when you feel him pull back slowly and shove it back inside just as slowly.

His arms go around your middle, hugging you from the back, the weight of him on your back pushing your face harder against the mattress but loving the crushing weight of his body against you as he starts to pick up his pace. The way his dick keeps hitting against your cervix should be painful if it wasn't because of the way he keeps rubbing that spot inside of your cunt that makes your eyes roll back.

You feel him plant his feet down on the mattress, pulling his chest back; the belt slipping out of your hand feeling too limp to grab it harder. It gives Ghost the room to stand behind you, grabbing your hips to anchor himself to you, and the moment he starts to actually thrust into you, you know you are done for. He quickly finds your soft spot, hitting it not stop with the tip of his dick making your toes curl and his heavy balls begging for a release hitting your clit with each thrust.

Your second orgasm of the night feels like hanging from a rope and it suddenly snapping, you moan his name like a whore, your cunt clenching down so hard it pushes him out as you gush over his lap. Your hips convulsing, unable to remain still because of the force of the orgasm.

Simon groans pulling back to see your pussy clench around nothing as you cum, not able to say anything with the way all his blood is on his dick, his brain unable to form a whole thought further away than to get back inside your warm cavern.

He turns you around, leaving you lying on your back as you look at him astonished. He grabs your ankles, pushing them down beside your head bending you in half at the same time he gets his dick back inside of you moaning and making you whine at the new angle he is hitting.

“Grab the belt, love.” He reminds you, to fuck out to feel cocky about you forgetting it. You quickly grab the belt hanging loosely around his neck, giving it a tug pushing him forward and kissing him messily. Your first kiss with Ghost and you have already come twice and are close to a third time.

Ghost moans against your mouth, teeth clashing against each other with the force he leans forward. You struggle to keep kissing him with the way he is fucking you, thrusting like an animal, hitting deeper than anybody else ever has, clutching the belt more for your own support than to tug at him.

You tug it down, making him push his face against your neck and leaving your ankles resting over his broad shoulders. You feel him suck the skin of your neck, knowing perfectly fine that he is going to leave a mark and it only fuels you to scratch at his back, making sure you leave the same marks back.

His thrust starts to grow sloppier and his moans whinier. You pull your hand down, touching your clit to cum before he finishes it, and he takes it like an insult that gives him a new run of energy, enough to start to thrust hard and deep again, his thumb replacing your hand in playing with your clit.

You throw your head back when you finish for a third time in the time and Ghost bites down on your leg on his shoulder, moaning against it when he finally spills over inside of you making you shudder.

The two of you stay still for a minute, getting your breath back from the strain. Your legs start to cramp and you lightly tap his shoulder for him to get up. He does, groaning when he pulls out and after another second he goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a damp towel to clean you up quickly and throws it on the floor, lying down and pulling you against his chest as he does.

“Lovie?”

“Hm?”

“If this is the outcome of being a dickhead to you… I take back the apology.”

You slap his chest chuckling. You'll think about the feelings and emotional part of today's acts tomorrow, right now, you are too exhausted to think. And Ghost agrees, because before you can even fall asleep you hear him softly snore beside you, hugging you tightly as he sleeps.

The next morning, when the whole team is having breakfast, there is this awkward silence around everyone. Everybody knows Ghost and you fucked last night, both because your room is between Price's and Soap's but also because of the love bites on your neck and belt mark on his.

Fraternization is not something the military looks forward to, but the both of you are adults and you are not technically a member of the team. So Price can't say anything about it. Soap, on the other hand, always has something to say.

“So… I didn't know you had condoms on your room, bonnie. I would have stolen some if I knew you did.”

“I don't have condoms in my room, Soap.” You sigh.

“So, the Lt came prepared yesterday to my room. That's positivity, sir.” He jokes.

“Johnny, cut it out.” Ghost simply says.

Soap looks between the two of you before a grin appears on his face.

“Wait… wait, wait, wait. You didn't hit it raw, right?” Gaz asks, and when neither of you responds he knows; laughing harder.

“So you are telling me, that you did it raw, with you ovulating and with you being pent up for the last month.” Soap asks, laughing as he does.

You look up at Ghost, reality sinking in and blaming your fucking hormonal brain too horny to think about the most basic stuff.

“That's fine, guys. I always wanted a nephew… or a niece.”

And with this, ladies and gentlemen, we come to an end. 💗

I guess we could call it a mini-series, but honestly just because I uploaded it in different parts, I'll probably uploaded to AO3 as a single part if you prefer to read it like that. On my masterlist is the link to my AO3, but you can find me as Lovifie.

I hope you enjoyed a bit more subby Ghostie, and that it wasn't a jump scare.

And to the person who sent me an ask, I'm working on it and I'll upload it soon. 💗

As always, I hope that you guys enjoyed if you did make sure to drop a comment or a message as I love to read you guys. 💗

Also, I may have written a bit something of Dark Gaz this morning, like, quite an asshole, manipulative, selfish Gaz. Let me know if you'll like to read it. 🩷

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charliemwrites · 5 months

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Hi :)

You should not be doing this.

It rings like church bells in the back of your mind. A funeral toll for each damning decision that is killing your divinity.

Finding the ritual. Dong!

Drawing the circle. Dong!

Spilling your own golden essence over a twisting sigil. Dong!

Tongue tripping over unfamiliar vowels and consonants. A language you know but have never spoken. Dong!

“Well,” a low, rough voice drawls, “isn’t this something special.”

You close your eyes, steel your spine. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your nerves. Tilt your head just enough to watch him from the corner of your eye, a dark and hulking shape. You’re almost startled by the size of him. Have never seen a demon like this before.

His horns curve back from his head, rams horns. You jolt a bit. A higher demon than you expected - than you meant to summon.

“Such a pretty thing,” he coos, stalking closer. “I haven’t eaten an angel in millennia….”

You nearly gasp as rough hands brush your wings. It almost burns. You twist, find him suddenly much closer than you thought. A massive hand captures your chin, jerks your head up to look at you this way and that.

“And here you serve yourself to me on a silver platter.”

He smirks, a hint of viciously sharp fang peeking out. You gather your courage, smack his hand away. The bracelets around your wrist chime.

“You are the one who’s here to serve,” you remind.

He moves faster than you can ever hope to match, crushing you to the wall, your wings pinned beneath you. A clawed hand is around your throat, tight enough to threaten oxygen if you needed it. Still you gasp, squirming and struggling, frightened by his strength. Why is he so much stronger than you?

“Mind yourself, dove,” he growls, eyes glowing like hot coals. “You may have summoned me, but that does not entitle you to my power.”

You grunt softly as he flicks at your halo, eyes stinging a bit. You’re unfamiliar with pain; Heaven is soft and kind.

“Please,” you manage.

His eyes narrow, a smirk turn to his lips. “That’s more like it. Now tell me, why would one of the host call upon a demon.”

“T-to make a deal.”

His eyebrows arch, but there’s a flicker of genuine fascination in his eyes now. The grip on your throat loosens a little, but he presses closer just a quickly, one burning line of inhuman muscle along your front.

“A deal…” His voice has dropped even lower somehow, rumbling in his chest. “Oh dove, you have no soul to sell. What did you plan to bargain with?”

“I-I don’t know,” you admit. The desperation that brought you here, made you do all this, yawns open inside you. “You name the price, but please.”

His laughter fills the room, genuine amusement this time. “You’ve no idea what you’re offering.”

You frown. “I do. I know… I know what it means. But what I’m asking for…”

He tilts his head. “And what are you asking for, angel?”

“There’s a man, a human man. When his mother passed I brought her soul to Heaven and she asked - she asked me to watch over her son…”

He arches his eyebrows. “You’re no guardian.”

“No,” you agree. Guardian angels are fierce and beautiful, a balance of warrior strength and guiding patience. They carry swords and shields, iron in their feathers. “But… I couldn’t deny her.”

“Let me guess, he’s slated for death now.”

“Hes a soldier.” Death then damnation. He has made himself a machine of suffering and it has charred his soul.

The demon hums with understanding. “You want me to save him.”

“From death,” you clarify, “the rest.., the rest I will try to do myself.”

The demon makes a little “ah” noise. “And so you’ll offer me anything to defy death. For one mortal?”

You can hear the disdain in his voice and it sparks your ire. The scent of ozone seeps into the room as your feathers ruffle.

“I don’t need to explain myself. Will you take the deal or not?” You demand. “I need to know if I should summon another - ah!”

You flinch as your head is wrenched back, throat exposed. Hot hair brushes the skin as he looms over you, fangs so so close.

“Your Heavenly Father didn’t bend you over his knee enough,” he snarls. “We’ll have to correct that.”

You swallow down a whimper, sense that it’s best you don’t push your luck.

“Very well, dove. You have your deal. I will keep your precious mortal alive.”

“And in exchange?” you ask.

He chuckles. “That is not for you concern yourself with.”

And then white hot pain explodes through your shoulder, fangs sunk deep into your shoulder. He moans at the taste of your blood on his tongue, hips jerking roughly against your stomach. It feels like a small eternity that he bites into you, leaving his mark. The contract of your unholy deal. His tongue laves cruelly over the marks as he pulls away. Gold drips from his chin as he grins at you.

“Fly home now, dove,” he says. “I will see you very soon.”

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noproofread · 1 month

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Contagious

"I don't care if you're sick, I don't care if you're contagious. I would kiss you even if you were dead"

Inspired by I Don't Care If You're Contagious :)

Caretaker Sanji, taking care of sick reader, Sanji gets sick, fluff.

word count: 1,190

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You rolled over in your bed, going into fetal position as you clutched your comforter close to your neck. You felt cold still, shivers running down your body. You didn't have the energy or strength to move further than your bed. You kept your eyes closed, begging for sleep only for it to never come. You sighed, exasperated. You felt like absolute death. A knock at the door made you open your eyes, exposing your sensitive pupils to the bright sun that entered through the small gap between the curtains. “go away” you croaked as you covered your face with the comforter. You heard the door open slowly, followed by the sound of footsteps coming from the dress shoes worn by the blond chef.

You listened as he shuffled closer to your ill ridden bed, carefully setting down what sounded like a bowl with a spoon. “Tsk tsk, if I don't feed you you’ll never get better. Eat some soup.” Sanji cooed, gently lifting the comforter from you. You looked up at him through squinted eyes as you groggily sat up. “Sanji you have to leave. I don't want to get you sick… Please?” He chuckled, taking a seat on your bed next to you. He picked up the bowl of soup he had set down on your bedside table and grabbed some of the hot soup with the spoon. You watched as he blew on the hot contents softly before putting it to your face. “Eat up” He smiled. “Sanji-” you tried to speak but were interrupted by him shoving the metal spoon into your mouth, forcing you to eat the soup. The savory taste of the broth mixed with a little sweetness from the carrots and the citrusy flavor of the lime juice swirled around in your mouth.

Sanji smiled at you, watching you enjoy his food. “No illness is gonna keep me from you. I don't care if I get sick as long as you get better.” He said as he picked up another spoonful. “You know I can feed myself.” You teased, his company was making you feel better already. He laughed lightly, holding the spoon out allowing you to eat more of his food. “I know, but when am I going to get another excuse to feed you myself?” Sanji said as he stirred the soup slowly. You smiled, hitting him softly. Much to your surprise Sanji grabbed your hand before you retracted it from his shoulder. He looked into your eyes as he massaged your hand with his. “All you have to do is let me take care of you.” He spoke as he moved closer to your face. “Sanji, I’m sick-” “I know. That's why I’m here to make you feel better.” You didn't know if the heat you felt on your face was due to his words or a fever. Sanji smiled, seeing you visibly flustered and he leaned back.

He chuckled under his breath, offering you another spoonful of soup. You focused on simply complying and allowing him to feed you. You were worried he would catch whatever disease had taken you hostage and you didn't want to see him like that. You figured you’d just kick him out once you finished eating. But that wasn't the case. As you swallowed your last spoonful of soup you tapped Sanji’s shoulder, asking for his attention. “Sanji, I don't want to get you sick. Please just go.” Sanji looked at you, taking a hold of your hands. “I love that you're worried about me.” He spoke in a hushed tone, low in timbre. The kind of tone that made your heart flutter for a second. He stood up, letting go of your hands and grabbing the now empty bowl. “As you wish. I will go and let you get some rest. I have to wash this bowl anyway.” He was facing you, looking into your eyes. He leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. “Get better quick.” He whispered. You bit your lip as you watched him leave your room.

After a couple of days you were beginning to feel like yourself again. The color had returned to your face and you no longer felt weak and frail. The same could not be said for your beloved chef as he seemed to be depleted in energy. His lips were chapped and he had lost his appetite. Sanji spent the day tucked away in his room. Much to the dismay of the crew, he had no energy to cook. Nami had taken over the cooking for the day and you helped where you could. You had made some soup to take to Sanji. It was your turn to take care of him now, you wanted to repay him for taking care of you.

You entered his room, the air was thick. Sanji was completely covered under a mountain of blankets. He turned around to see who had entered, making eye contact with you. “Good morning, sleeping beauty! Time to eat!” You exclaimed, hopping over to his bed with the bowl in your hand. Sanji groaned in response, sitting up and allowing you to get close to him. “I told you to leave me alone and you didn't. Now look, you're sick.” You pouted. “I miss my cute little blond chef.” Sanji smiled at your words. “I had to take care of you. I’m happy you feel good enough to tend to the sick.” He smiled, opening his mouth to let you feed him. “You just wanted me to feed you like this huh?” You teased, continuing to feed him spoonfuls of soup.

“Yeah. When am I going to get another excuse to ask you to feed me?” He laughed. “And what a delicious soup you made for me. I’m afraid you’ll take my job.” Sanji joked, eating the last bit of soup. “Yeah~ Be careful.” You set the bowl down, using your now free hands to fix his messy hair. Your fingers softly brushed against his face with every movement. Sanji had made it a habit to grab onto your hand or wrist whenever he wanted. This was one of those moments. He looked into your eyes as you felt his hand wrap around yours. “How did I get so lucky to have such a cute caretaker?” He flirted, the words rolling off his tongue so effortlessly you almost wondered if he was really sick or if he was pretending just to get you in this position. You blushed. Sanji smiled, his eyes trailing from your eyes to your lips. He let them linger there for a moment before meeting your gaze again.

“I’ll leave you to get some sleep.” You got up to leave. Sanji let go of your hand and let out a small whine. You laughed at his childish behavior, slowly leaning down to kiss his forehead gently. His skin felt warm on your lips. “Get better quickly.” You whispered, straightening up and turning to walk out of his room. “Yes nurse!” He called out behind you, laughing breathlessly as he laid down and covered himself with the mountain of blankets.

#one piece #one piece fic #one piece fluff #opla #x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader

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greenlaut · 23 days

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death of the divine ✸

as your flatter talk shivers down my spine i hear the Holy One exposing all the lies (Lord, forgive me, i know my flesh needs to die) x

baal / lucifer / michael from angels before man and angels & man by @nicosraf

close-ups + work progress under the cut

og sketches

cleaned up sketch (i can't perceive my own messy sketch's coherency ok)

1st version. didn't like how thick the lineart and the colour palette isn't clicking with me. is so i scrapped it. decided i want to do frame/illuminated manuscript thingy so i added frame and re-centered michael.

i kind of winged it for the final version, so i don't have progress of me picking colour palette or compositions. idk how i did it, i just did it, it was hard. i had a bad day so i blanked out the entire day to just lose myself in this illustration. and then uh. tada.

now some close-ups:

and some notes:

i know i want lucifer's skin to come across as "gold", so i keep picking his colour in the orange spectrum. bcs yanno--the sun (morningstar). naturally baal is more red leaning, which i think also suits his lion associated imagery well (because lion -> strength card (in tarot deck) -> red. idk, it's how my brain is)

originally michael doesn't wear an armour. i decided last minute to put him in one because fuck it; (1) armour cool and (2) i am a masochist ig

both baal and lucifer wear lipgloss. this is entirely dedicated to rafael's (the author. not the angel.) suffering. they share lipgloss by kissing, you fools.

michael has "jellyfish" hairstyle because. the front bob kinda reminds me how catholic friars/monks in certain schoolings cut their hair in that bob hair? yknow the one?? ya?? anyway it's for that imagery.

both baal and lucifer's legs are caging michael. bcs they're what ground him (vices/temptations) ahahahahaa

i actually asked rafael (author not the angel) and he said he imagined baal is a brunette, which is the same like i had in mind. except that baal asked that he got depicted as a wizened old man/wizard. so now he gets a beard and his hair is white. (he also insisted i gave him a stylish beard)

if u look closely at the jewelries the demons wore; one of lucifer's rings and baal's visible earring have gemstones the colour of michael's eyes

in return, michael's sash is the colour of the demons

baal has a ring with heliodor (yellow) for lucifer, and lucifer has a(nother) ring with red ruby for baal

baal's other gemstones are topaz and lucifer's are yellow jasper

both demons have pearl necklaces. they're supposed to represent michael('s wings ahahahahahaahaha)

my headcanon is that michael's wings are brown like sparrow's actually. BUT during the war, god gave him more power and authority and my understanding is that he got tempered into a perfect sword; so his wings turned white. when book 3 came out and they finally bang (I FUCKING HOPE THEY DO. RAFAEL. THIS IS FOR YOU RAFAEL.) his wings will turn brown againehehhehe

lucifer's coat has wing-like cut at the ends to represent his no longer existing wingsbye

michael is blue because one time i shared this imagery with rafael; michael wearing blue because of the same reason virgin mary is depicted in blue. god's favourites are in blue; fated to suffer and be left behind.

fin.

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xzaddyzanakinx · 5 months

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I Crybaby I final part

Mean Punk/Grunge Anakin × Naive Femme Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: hurt/comfort, pure smut, absolutely no plot just porn. Oral, unprotected PinV, praise, breeding kink if you squint.

Info: Anakin was an ass, it’s okay tho cause he’s recovered. Pierced and tatted Ani, he plays the drums, annoying rude neighbor, modern AU (90's), cocky and super arrogant Ani

I will not apologize for how out of hand this got, I got carried away oops

He whispered, his voice low and husky. "I've made so many mistakes with you. I haven’t been kind, and I know that. I’ve been a fucking jerk.”

“But if you’ll let me, I’ll make it up to you. Please?” His gaze intensified, his eyes locking with yours.

You opened your mouth to speak and he quickly stopped you, “wait, wait. Just let me show you?”

“Oh-okay?” You gulped, looking up at him with a new curiosity.

“Please don’t punch me.” He hesitantly moved to close the space between you, his hands shaky as he gently touched the exposed skin on your stomach. Settling his warm palms on your waist.

“I like you for you. Cute little stuffed animals, pepto pink and frills, all of it. I promise.” He whispered, thumbs brushing against the softness of your stomach.

You heart pounding in your chest as desire sparked between the two of you. Anakin slowly allowing his lips softly to brush against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, a tender exploration of each other's lips. But as the heat between you grew, his kiss deepened, and your fingers instinctively tangled in his shaggy hair.

He pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours as he spoke. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

His hands slid up your sides, his fingers grazing the curves of your breasts, teasing you with their touch. His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red than yours as his lips descended on yours once more, his tongue sliding against your plump lower lip, seeking entrance. You eagerly welcomed him, your bodies molded against each other, his firm chest pressed against your softness, the heat between you intensifying so much that he gripped you in his arms with such strength that you stumbled backwards, hitting the wall behind you.

He laughed against your lips, feeling you smile beneath them. Hastily he opened up your front door, urging you inside.

“Anakin?” You whispered, “I’m not all that experienced, I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“No need to be embarrassed, alright? Just be yourself, that's all I want." He reassured you with a peck to your forehead.

Anakin's touch paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked into your eyes. He cupped your face gently with his large hands, his thumb brushing against your soft cheeks.

"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I won't push you into anything you're not ready for." His words washed over you, bringing a sense of relief and reassurance.

“I know, I trust you,” you smiled, leaning into him. “But, I’m not complete prude despite your prior beliefs.”

“Oh c’mon, baby” He rolled his eyes and tutted, "I want this to be special for you.”

“So then make it special.” You challenged.

“You’re sure?” He asked, pierced eyebrows raised. “I don’t want you to regret this, I don’t think I can handle it if you do. I know I won’t.”

You nodded, feeling a tinge of relief. Anakin's touch on your waist tightened and felt comforting. The nervousness that once consumed you now mingled with excitement as he backed you into your room.

His breath ragged as his hands moved to the short hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it up, exposing your bralette to his hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over your body, a fire burning within them, and you felt a surge of confidence swell within your stomach. You shed the rest of your clothes, leaving you in just your panties.

A wicked grin spread across his face, and he wasted no time. His hands eagerly roamed over your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His touch was electric, setting your skin ablaze with desire. And as his lips found your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, you gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation.

Heat pooled between your legs, body aching for his touch. You hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. But with Anakin, there was no room for hesitation. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked with yours, waiting for a response.

“Anakin?” You asked tentatively, reaching out to brush your fingers across his bare stomach.

A low groan escaped his lips, and without another word, he quickly kicked off his jeans, the sight of his toned body sending a shiver down your spine. His lips claimed yours once more, his hands exploring, his touch sending you farther and farther under his spell.

The room felt charged with desire as the soft lighting cast gentle shadows across the walls, creating an intimate ambiance. His body was a work of art, revealing the contours of his muscular form. The sight of him stirred a deep longing within you, and you couldn't help but admire the tattoos that adorned his skin, each one a testament to his journey in life.

Now that you were so intimately entwined, your hands trailing over his pecs you realized he had something you’d never noticed before. It’d had been dark outside, you were too caught up in your emotions to notice before, but now it the dimly lit bedroom the tiny metallic bars were easily visible and warm to the touch.

“You pierced your nipples?” You giggled and he waggled his eyebrows.

“I’m offended that you just noticed.” He chuckled licking his lips and descending to your breasts. “want me to do yours?”

Nipping sharply before letting his lips close around one hardened nipple, sucking gently as he teased the other with his fingers. A gasp escaped your lips, and your fingers found their way to his hair, tangling in the shaggy strands as you arched into his touch, yearning for more. Anakin's touch was skilled and attentive, the neediness that coursed through your body was almost unbearable.

He kissed his way down the expanse of your stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses until he reached the waistband of your panties. His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it down your legs with agonizing slowness, exposing your dripping heat to his hungry gaze.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with adoration as he positioned himself between your legs.

Anakin guided you to the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and adoration.

"Be a good girl and lay down for me baby." He cooed, his voice silky smooth.

You immediately complied, laying down in the center of the bed and watched him crawl up and lay between your legs, his head dangerously close to your cunt.

"W-what're you gonna do?" You asked nervously as he kissed and licked and sucked the plush skin of your inner thigh. His fingers still toying with your peaked nipples.

“You’re joking.” His head jerked up in shock. “You’re telling me no one has ever eaten your pussy before?”

“No?” You said confused.

“That’s a fucking crime.” He groaned, spreading your cunt open with his thumbs. “What kind of guys have you been with?”

“Is that an actual question or?” You laughed.

“I asked didn’t I?” He said, not looking at you, just mesmerized by the slick covering you.

“I’ve only ever been with one other guy.” You shrugged, “he never even tried, I mean I didn’t really ask but-“

“What a fucking idiot.” He interrupted. “Lemme taste you, lemme give you what you need baby.”

His gaze locked with yours, seeking permission that you eagerly granted, body pulsating with anticipation. And as he leaned in, his tongue tracing circles around your aching core, the world spun.

You clung to the sheets, breathing erratic as you got lost in the feeling of him eagerly nuzzling into you. Anakin was relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure, his tongue skillfully flicking against your clit. Time seemed to lose all meaning as pleasure washed over you in waves that threatened to consume you entirely.

Your body writhed beneath him, moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.

"Taste so good. So fucking sweet." Anakin’s husky voice muffled by your thighs.

His hands caressed every curve, every dip and swell of your body leaving tingles in their wake as he devoured you.

"Every inch of you is perfect." He moaned.

Anakin's eyes darkened as he gazed up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. His tongue left you momentarily, leaving you breathless and wanton. His teeth grazing your thigh as he bit down, marking you as his while his middle and ring finger breached your entrance.

You couldn't tear you gaze away from Anakin, his intense stare, he parted your legs even further, his warm breath dancing over your soaked core.

His tongue teased along your folds flicking gently before delving deeper, exploring the depths of your slick desire. A moan escaped your lips, the sound of your racing heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Unable to resist the urge any longer, Anakin's mouth claimed your clit, his lips encasing it in a delicate embrace. The world around you faded as a wave of pleasure crashed over you, rendering you a trembling mess. His tongue danced skillfully over the sensitive bud, alternating between soft flicks and firm licks that elicited sweet moans from deep within your chest.

Hands in his shaggy hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more. As his mouth worked its magic, his fingers gently curling and pressing against that spot that made you see stars. Each movement sent sparks of ecstasy radiating through your body. The white hot lighting coiled tightly within you, spiraling higher and higher as Anakin's ministrations pushed you closer to the edge.

Sensing your nearing climax, Anakin intensified his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect sync. His sloppy lewd noises that filled the room, mingling with gasps and moans of unadulterated bliss.

Finally, unable to hold it any longer, you shattered into a million pieces, a powerful orgasm capturing you. Your body convulsed with pleasure, Anakin never stopping despite the crushing pressure of your thighs against his head.

Once you’d released him he crawled up beside you holding you through the aftershocks, his touch a grounding force amidst the blissful chaos. His lips found yours, kissing hungrily, savoring the taste of your juices of his tongue.

“Well?” He asked, actual concern in his tone.

“Well what?” You gulped down air, trying to regulate your breathing.

“Was it- did you like it?” He asked nervously, toying with his lip rings.

“Are you serious right now?” You giggled.

Anakin's eyes softened as he looked down at you, his fingers gently brushing strands of hair away from your flushed face. His lips curled into a tender smile, tinged with a hint of mischief.

“Guess I just like to hear how great I am at everything.” He shrugged.

“You’re full of it.” You laughed, smacking his arm before getting serious again.

You looked up at him, skin flushed and sweaty in the after glow of orgasm. Your fingers tracing the waist band of his boxers.

"Let me see... please?" Your fingers slipping beneath the elastic and feeling his hard length.

It was thick and long… With something hard at the very end that made him groan when your fingers brushed against it. You pushed his boxers down, getting on your knees in front of him, watching in awe as his cock bounced against his stomach.

"What? Oh my god did you pierce your dick?" You squealed, shocked and curious.

Anakin smirked down at you, his eyes burning with desire. He enjoyed the way you looked at him with a mix of curiosity and excitement.

"Yeah, babe, got a little something extra in there. It’s a Prince Albert. You wanna play with it, huh?" His voice was low and rough, filled with anticipation.

He leaned back, spreading his legs wider, giving you full access to his throbbing cock. Anakin's breathing hitched as your fingers trailed lightly up and down his length, slowly inching closer to him.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, arching his hips forward, encouraging you. "It's all yours, baby. Take a good look at what you've done to me."

His grip tightened on the sheets as you delicately placed a kiss to his tip. Your lips igniting a surge of electricity down his spine. Anakin's cock twitched in response, it was clear he was extremely sensitive and you planned to exploit that.

"God, yes," he hissed through clenched teeth.

Anakin couldn't help but let out a low growl of anticipation, his hand instinctively reaching out to rest on your head. He pushed lightly, hoping to spur on your movements. Your sloppy kisses down his length were torturous, he needed your mouth around him now.

"Go ahead babydoll. Show me what you can do." He challenged you, voice rich with desire.

He hissed, gripping your hair gently, his eyes closing tightly as you finally took him into your mouth. The metal ball of his piercing clicking your teeth before hitting your tongue. His breath hitched at the feeling, you could see his stomach tightening. His eyes now open, locked on your face, wanting to savor every moment.

"You like that? You like playing with my pierced cock?" he murmured, his voice a husky whisper.

Bucking up into your mouth causing your eyes to water. His other hand reached out, caressing your hollowed out cheek, his touch tender despite the raw intensity of the moment. A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face as he focused on your tongue sliding the metal hoop back and forth each time you dragged your lips back up his length. Each time as you bobbed your head down you tried forcing him all the way into your throat.

His voice grew darker, filled with a mixture of awe and playful arrogance.

"Fuck, baby," he murmured. "Look at you, taking it all in. Such a dirty girl, showing me how well you can handle me."

Anakin's fingertips grazed along your stretched lips, his touch electric against the soft skin. He bit his lip, fighting back a moan, as your fingertips danced along the length of his shaft, marveling at the ridges and veins that pulsed with his arousal. The combined sensations of your touch and the way you were suctioned around the head of his cock, viscously flicking the metal hoop with the tip of your tongue sent shivers of pleasure cascading through his body.

His gaze never left you, he couldn’t bare to look away the sight of you on your knees, your attention focused entirely on him. The way you were so dedicated to showing him what your pretty mouth could do only intensified his arousal. His length throbbed against your tongue, savoring the taste of his precum that coated your tongue. The weight of his cock sent a ripple of need through your core.

With each slow and deliberate suck, Anakin's hips rocked forward, matching the rhythm you had set. The intensity of his desire grew, building like a raging fire within him. His grip on your hair tightened slightly, a mixture of possessiveness and a silent plea for more.

"Fuck," he groaned, his voice filled with a raw need. "That's it, babygirl. Take me deeper. Suck me just like that."

In response to his plea, you took him deeper, your tongue lavishing attention along the ridges of the pulsing veins beneath the thin skin.

“Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, his voice laced with desperation. "I'm close. Gonna cum right down that pretty little throat babydoll."

You nodded, both hands trailing up his thighs to his stomach. Splaying your fingers across the taut and tattooed flesh. His large hand guiding your movements, his piercing grazing the back of your throat as your nose nuzzled into his pubic hair. You hollowed out your cheeks and gagged around his thickness.

He kept moving you, faster, harder down his cock and you responded by digging your nails into his abdomen as tears pricked your eyes. Just as you though he couldn’t make this any more difficult for you, he did. Rutting up into your mouth and bruising the tender flesh of your throat.

“Say my name, beg for my cum.” He growled, his voice getting weaker.

You mumbled, trying not to choke as you hummed nonsense around his twitching cock. You looked up to meet his gaze as he forced you to deep throated his cock. He doubled over at the sight of your disheveled face, legs tensing while he came in heavy spurts down your throat.

He instinctively bucked his hips, thrusting into your mouth as his orgasm overtook him. The intensity of his release washed over him and he groaned through gritted teeth.

"Fuck, princess," he managed to utter, his voice strained "Take it all. Swallow it. You're doing so fucking good."

His grip on your hair tightening almost painfully, as he watched, captivated, as you eagerly drank down every drop. Anakin's breathing steadied as his orgasm subsided, his body slowly relaxing. He gently released his grip on your hair, his fingers smoothing it back into place behind your ears.

"You tasted good." You whispered against his thigh, licking his tip playfully, his cock jumping in response.

Anakin chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he pulled away slightly to meet your gaze.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice tinged with arrogance.

He regripped your hair gently, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pulled you up into his arms and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue teased at the seam of your lips, seeking entrance as he deepened the kiss. The flavors of him still lingered on your tongue and he savored the sensation of tasting himself on your lips.

His tongue danced with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth with a hunger that matched the desire simmering between you two. The kiss was filled with a fiery passion, a sweet exchange of intimacy that left both of you yearning for more.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. His fingertips traced tantalizing patterns along your skin, eliciting shivers of anticipation from deep within you. His touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, a testament to the effect he had on you.

Pulling away for a moment, he smirked and trailed a trail of heated kisses along your jawline, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“Lay back down.” His words were a low, gravelly whisper against your ear.

You were quick to comply and you could see that Anakin enjoyed how willing you were to obey. He wasted no time in gripping your hips, hands trailing down your thighs to wrench them apart.

“Shit, you’re this wet from sucking my cock?” He moaned, sliding his finger through your soaked folds.

“Mhm.” You mewled, arching into his touch.

He bit his lip, pressing his nose into the junction of your thigh and pussy, breathing you in deeply. The action was so dirty yet so sexy, watching his eyes flutter as he committed the scent of you to memory. You couldn’t help but buck up against his face, needing something, anything.

“Please?” You whined, pawing at his idle hands on your waist.

“Please what?” He smirked.

“I need you Ani.” You moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You sure babydoll?” He grinned widely, “s’not gonna be too much for this tight little cunt?”

You were willing to do or say whatever he wanted at this point, your desire reaching a boiling point that threatened to spill over into feral neediness.

“Please!” You groaned, pulling him up by his hands. “Anakin please I need you.”

“Tell me how you want it sweet girl.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Want you inside, please.” You responded, shamelessly wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, need you so bad it hurts.” You whined, pulling him down with the strength of your legs so that his cock would graze your wet cunt.

Anakin's eyes darkened with desire as your words pierced straight through him. The raw need in your voice, the desperation in your plea ignited a fire within him that burned with a white-hot intensity. He couldn't deny you, not when you begged so readily, matching the undeniable want that radiated from every pore of his own body.

A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he surrendered to the craving, the hunger that consumed him. He crashed his lips against yours once again, his kiss filled with a hunger that mirrored yours. His body pressed against yours, his hardness evident against your heated core, a delicious friction that made your head spin with delirious pleasure.

His hands roamed greedily across your body, aching to feel every inch of your skin beneath his fingertips. He cupped your breasts, teasing your hardened nipples between his fingers, drawing out teasing gasps from your trembling lips. With a primal need coursing through him, he broke the kiss and positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked onto yours.

Anakin's eyes darkened with a mix of lust and adoration as he entered you slowly, savoring every inch of the exquisite tightness that enveloped him. A shiver of pleasure ran through his spine, his breath hitching at the overwhelming sensation of finally being enveloped by you.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as he began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure surging through both of you. His pace was steady and deliberate, expertly angling his hips to hit every sensitive spot within you. The room filled with the symphony of your moans, unfiltered pleasure that echoed through his ears and spurred him on.Anakin's thrusts grew harder, faster, rocking your bodies together with a primal rhythm.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice husky and filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.

His hands squeezed your hips, his grip possessive yet gentle as he guided you to meet his thrusts, intensifying the euphoric feeling that consumed you both.

You could feel yourself clench around him, his thick cock almost visible through your stomach as it pumped in and out of your soaked cunt. His piercing dragging along the sensitive walls in a way you’d never experienced. Each languid movement was bliss, you were reduced to a moaning mess beneath him, pussy gushing slick arousal.

"Don't. Don't stop, please please don't stop."

You clutched onto him tighter, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to anchor him to you. One hand fisted in his hair to tug gently at his locks. You rocked against him, trying to get some extra friction on your neglected clit.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, his own desire mirroring yours as he thrust into you with an unrelenting fervor. Each deep and powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure cascading through your body, leaving you breathless and craving more. His groans mingled with your moans in a way that only served to drive him further into a frenzy. Feeling your inner walls clench around him, he couldn't help but let out a feral growl of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his voice husky and strained. He gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he maintained a commanding rhythm, his thrusts becoming more urgent and desperate.

The room was filled with the heady scent of sex, your slick arousal coating his cock as he plunged into you again and again. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead as he fought for control, his focus solely on bringing you to orgasm. Anakin ground himself against your clit, providing that extra friction that ignited the fire within you. The fire burned at the base of your spine, growing hotter and hotter.

His voice was barely a growl as he spoke, his breath hot against your ear. "You're close, baby. So fucking close, I can feel it. Let go for me."

The words were the trigger, pushing you over the edge as an eruption of pleasure consumed you. Your body tensed, your walls clenching around him in a vice-like grip as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Anakin's own release wasn't far behind, his rhythm faltering as he neared his tipping point. The room was filled with the heavy sounds of your ragged breaths as you came down from the heights of ecstasy, now completely at his mercy.

Anakin's body tensed as he felt the pulsating grip of your tightness around him. His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts deep and relentless as he took you past the point of pleasure and into the torturous grounds of ever stimulation.

Feeling your hand in his hair, the gentle pull sending sparks of pleasure through his body, he moaned against your neck. The sensation of your slick arousal coating his cock, the sound of your desperate cries and the way your teeth sank into his shoulder in blissful pain fueled the fire within him.

“Anakin, I can’t.” You whined, hiding into him for dear life.

“You can, I know you can baby.” He nodded, cupping your face with one hand as he rose to kneel between your legs, the position allowing him to move quicker, more aggressively.

“Just give me one more babydoll, just one more.” He panted, reaching between your bodies, “Fuckin’ love it when you cum on my cock.”

His fingers danced skillfully over your throbbing clit, expertly applying pressure in all the right places.

Anakin growled, pulling one of your legs up over his shoulder, sloppy kisses placed along your ankle. It was then that you heard him make a new noise, a whimper. His eyebrows knit tightly, his grip on you was bruising. His fingers relentlessly rubbing your clit in tandem with his cock bullying your walls.

Your cunt squelching with lewd wetness, unbelievably soaked with slick all from his touch. Clamping down on his leaking cock once more.

“That's it, princess. Come for me. Show me how fucking good I make you feel." He grunted.

Your body quaked, pleasure seizing every inch of your being. The sounds of your muffled cries of his name beneath your hand only further fueled his own pleasure, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

With a possessive grip on your hips, Anakin's thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing with need. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with your moans. His eyes locked onto yours, a swirling with passion and possessiveness.

"You want it, baby girl? You want me to fill you up? To make you mine?" His voice was husky and laced with a raw hunger.

As he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, the impending release building within him, he was desperate to hear you.

“Please, please.” He let out a high pitched whine, “let me cum in your pretty pussy please.”

“You can, you can cum Ani.” You nodded, clutching his sweaty locks of hair.

He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, guttural groan, Anakin gave in to the inevitable. He pressed himself deep inside you, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed, claiming you as his own. His body trembled against yours as he rode out his orgasm, his grip on your hips firm and possessive. The warmth of his cum filled you, leaving you with a delicious sense of fullness. The primal act of marking you as his in this way would be etched into every fiber of his being from now on.

Anakin's gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, affection shining through.

“Mine, all mine.” He mumbled, his lips attacking every inch of your soft skin.

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fandom-chic · 5 months

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Please Please Please: Chapter 12

Summary: Y/N is only a child when she and Tommy Shelby meet. The two quickly become best friends as they grow up in Small Heath. As the years go by, Y/N and Tommy know there may be more to their friendship than they originally thought.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Y/N

A/N: One more chapter after this. Apologize for the grammar, will go through with a fine tooth comb later.

Previous chapter

Her words got caught in her throat, and even if she wanted to say something, she knew she couldn't. The man before her left her speechless. It all brought her back to the night she confessed her love to him. This must've been what it felt like to be on the other side of that door, seeing someone who took up all your heart being completely exposed.

These thoughts swirled through her mind, not allowing Y/N to bring herself to shut the door. Her limbs were stiff, and her bones felt like they were fused together. All she could do was stare at her old lover as his frame took up the doorway.

“Can I come in?” He was calm, acting as if the events of last night had not happened. As if he did not follow her into her husband’s office, trying to use warm words to make her turn away from her life. The one she built without him.

Her grip tightened on the doorknob, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Her eyes narrowed as she refused to avert her gaze.

“Well,” Tommy ran a hand up and down the pine exterior of the door, assessing the strength, “I can imagine this door wasn’t very expensive. It could come down with a kick or two.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she said behind a clenched jaw.

“Try me,” his eyebrows rose, accepting her challenge. Y/N knew another expense was not something her family could afford right now. She cracked the door open far enough for Tommy to slither in. Tommy tried to maintain his suave exterior, but it was hard for him when he had to wiggle through the now minuscule entryway. Once he was finally in the house, he smoothed down his front coat, “Now that wasn’t too hard, was it?” he grumbled.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Y/N said, a haughty twinge to her voice. She shut the door with a light push, letting the sound of it closing reverberate throughout the house. She refused to take her eyes off of this man. She crossed her arms, taking him in more holistically now. Last night, all she caught was glimpses of him as she avoided him at all costs. Now, she can truly examine this new version of Tommy. There seemed to be an air of wealth that wasn’t originally there. His gloves appeared to be made of leather and his jacket seemed to be made of superior cotton.

Tommy noticed Y/N’s eyes scrutinizing every detail of his exterior and began to remove his cap. There was a sophistication to him that was not there back in 1914.

“I can take your jacket if you would like, Mr. Shelby,” she said, a coolness set in her tone. Tommy let out an exasperated sigh as he slipped off his coat. Y/N took it in her arms and walked to a spare chair, tossing it on top. It was a simple act of defiance that gave her the smallest sense of superiority.

“I could have done that myself,” he noted, motioning toward the chair.

“Well,” Y/N dusted an invisible piece of lint from her skirt, “We wouldn’t want Tommy Shelby to have to exert himself now, would we?” The poison in her words made the air darken.

“Y/N, can we just-”

“Tea?” She asked, not wanting this part of the conversation to happen quite yet. Maybe if she pushed it off long enough, it may never happen. Tommy leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.

“Do you have anything stronger?” She couldn’t help but snort.

“I can leave the tea bag in for an extra minute if that’s what you’re looking for.” Her hands went to her hips as if she was scolding Tommy.

“Then I guess I’ll have tea.” His voice finally gave a bite to her, as if not having the option to have some kind of liquor impeded him. Something that the old Tommy could have lived without but this new one seemed to lean on.

The two wandered into the kitchen as Y/N set the kettle on the stove. Tommy took a seat, letting his elbows rest on the wooden table. She could not shake the feeling that Tommy’s eyes were analyzing every aspect of her home, creating a hypothesis about the kind of life that Y/N was living.

As if on cue, Tommy noted, “Small kitchen.” Y/N gripped the side of the counter, putting her anger into the pine.

“It’s good enough for me,” she said between gritted teeth. She heard Tommy scoff as she tried to keep all her attention on the water coming to a boil.

“I’m just saying I never expected to see you in a place like this,” there was a nonchalance to his voice that made her want to chuck something, anything, at it. “I always expected something-”

“Something like what, Tommy?” She interrupted, spinning toward him, making eye contact with the reposed man.

He throws his hands up, feigning losing the battle, “Just making observations.”

“Well,” The kettle began to sing, and Y/N began to pour little streams of water into the waiting mugs, “maybe you should keep these observations to yourself.” She picked up the two mugs and placed Tommy’s in front of him with a thud.

“What good will that do, Y/N?” He says, blowing on the piping hot drink.

“It will make me not want to kick you out of my house.” He chuckles at her response.

“Feisty tonight, aren’t we?” He noted, taking a sip of his tea. At this, the clatter of a teacup echoes throughout the kitchen, and shards litter the floor. Y/N’s face is a blotchy red as the anger rises from her stomach, through her throat and out her mouth.

“Why are you acting like this?” She screeched.

“Like what?” His aloof demeanor is beginning to slip.

“Like a childish asshole,” Y/N spat, wanting her words to stick to his expensive shirt. She couldn’t bear to sit anymore, letting her legs lift her from her spot at the table.

“Look who’s talking, at least I’m not throwing shit around the kitchen,” He stands to her level now. She runs a hand through her hair, wondering how to respond.

The words slip out, “Tommy, you broke up with me,” they were a whisper but they felt like a yell, “Why can’t you just let me be happy?” He immediately softened as he took a step toward Y/N.

“It’s not that simple.” This was the first time he couldn’t meet her gaze.

“It sure seemed simple when you told me I would never see you again,” she grumbled. This caused him to meet her eyes.

“Don’t say that.” His words were curt and cut like a knife.

“Tommy, you obviously were done with me because you know I would’ve waited for you forever.” She said that part before she could stop herself. A beat passed between the two before she felt a hand entwine with hers. She looked down to see Tommy closer than she had imagined he could ever be again.

He leaned in and rested his forehead upon hers. She knew she should run, tell this stranger to leave, but she knew she couldn’t. Her body was stuck in that spot as she stared into the blue eyes in front of her.

“Do you think I wanted to do that? Do you think I wanted to never see you again?” There was a quiver in his voice, but he continued, “I was stuck, Y/N. I loved a perfect woman and I just kept making her life shittier and shittier. I left because I loved you.” And there was her answer. The words she wanted to hear for so long.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I was damaged goods who would either die on the streets of Small Heath or honorably in France. I decided to do one kind thing I could do and…” He needed to catch his breath.

“And what, Tommy?” She stuttered.

He took a deep breath before saying, “I let you go. Gave you a fighting chance. You deserved better.” He pulled away from Y/N, keeping her hands in his as he took in her kitchen for a second time, “so maybe I am a little spiteful because I got exactly what I wanted.”

Exactly what he wanted. That’s what he said. He gave her what he wanted. A home. A kind husband. A beautiful child. Stability. Something he could never give her.

So, Y/N did the only thing she could think to do at that moment. That was when Tommy’s chest was pulled into Y/N’s. Their first embrace in four years. She felt his body stiffen as she brought it to her, but she didn’t care. She needed this. She needed to know why.

“Tommy, I loved you.” His body loosened, and she felt a hand graze her back. Y/N could barely hear the next words, but she knew she couldn’t ask him to repeat.

“I’ll always love you, Y/N.”

And in that moment, she knew she could play pretend. She knew she could pretend this home was bigger, cleaner, and fancier. She could pretend that Tommy was the one coming home to her every night and sharing her bed. She could pretend that they held each other close every night as they drifted off. She could pretend this was their life. So she gave in.

“Can I show you something?” She asked, pulling away from the broken man in front of her. He smiled in response as she motioned for him to follow her lead. She brought him to the living room where a phonograph was the centerpiece. Next to it, a pile of records lived.

“Quite the collection you have.” He noted, she smiled to herself at that.

“Thank you, but there is one I think you should see.” That was when she plucked an old dusty 45 out of the pile. She blew the dust from the cover before examining it. She took in the image of the singer and the way the words lived on the sleeve.

Tommy looked over her shoulder and smiled, “It’s our song.” She felt his hands touch her shoulders and she leaned in.

“I couldn’t get rid of it,” she said, turning toward Tommy, “how could I?” His hand goes to her cheek, caressing it.

“Why don’t you put it on?” And that’s what she did. As soon as the crackles turned into a melody, she faced Tommy, giving him a curtsy. She received a theatrical bow in response. No words were exchanged as Tommy held his hand out to Y/N. She floated into his arms and swayed as the crooner’s voice filled the room.

And there she was. 1914, telling Tommy to never leave and he listened. 1915, the wedding happened. 1916, they bought their first home. 1917, their first child was born. 1918, peace. And now, dancing in their living room like they were 15 and 16 again. Maybe they both were still those people.

“I’ve always loved you too, Tommy,” Y/N whispered at a volume no one could hear, but he did. She didn’t have to look up at him to know he was smiling. Maybe for the first time in a long time.

The song ended and the crackles filled the room again. Their eyes met and she didn’t have to question what happened next. His lips were just as soft as they were the last day she felt them. Warm, comforting and saying words he didn’t have the ability to speak. She couldn’t say them either, only her body could. And they were at peace.

At least they were until the dream was over.

A wail echoed throughout the home as Y/N pulled away from Tommy. She knew this couldn’t last forever.

“Excuse me,” she murmured before scurrying up the rickety old stairs. Standing in her crib banging on the bars like a prisoner stood Jane. Her face was red and blotchy as cries and screams too loud for her small body left her mouth.

“I’m here sweetheart,” she comforted, picking up the small child. Jane burrowed into her mother’s arms, immediately calming down. Y/N rocked the child, trying everything she could to calm her. A hum started to sound from her lips as the tune of the song she just danced too filled the room. It was only interrupted when a new presence made itself known.

“Who is this?” Tommy uttered, but he knew the answer.

“This is Jane,” Y/N voiced, “my daughter.” The baby finally noticed Tommy, looking at the man with the astonishingly blue eyes. Y/N could see the gears in her daughter’s brain moving as she took in this new man.

“Jane,” Tommy said, approaching the mother and child, “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” Y/N smiled as Tommy held out a hand to the baby. She took one of his fingers in her tiny hand and examined it. Tommy cannot help but mirror Jane’s curiosity, taking in every detail of the baby.

“She looks just like you,” he noted, moving his gaze to Y/N. “I always imagined our first child would be the spitting image of their mother.”

That’s when words she thought she would never utter exploded from her lips, “I cannot help but think if that would have happened with the baby, or if he would’ve looked like his father…”

A silence falls upon the room as the lovers gaze upon one another, imagining what could have been and what could still be. Because, deep down, she knew, she would follow him anywhere.

“Y/N,” she moved a step toward him, putting a hand on his cheek.

“Tommy,” she replied, he stiffened against her touch.

“I’m sure you know why I’m here today. I thought maybe I could convince you to run away with me. To finally leave this godforsaken place. Get married and live the life we deserve. But,” There it was, the but. She knew there was always a but, “I think someone else needs you a bit more than I do.” That was when Tommy’s hand moved from Jane’s to the baby’s face, taking the plump cheek in his hand.

“But, why?” She knew she sounded like a petulant child. With him here, that part of her truly seemed to shine. Tommy chuckled, pulling away from Jane.

“A child needs their father and mother, especially if that mother is you.” That was when it all became clear. Jane needed her mother but she also needed William. The stable and kind father any child deserved. Tommy was right, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t yearn.

“I just wish I could rewind the clock and run away from all of this with you.” At her words, his arms moved around her waist, pulling both mother and child into his embrace.

“Maybe in another life,” those words came out wistfully as his chin rested upon her head.

“Maybe,” she echoed, gazing past the room into the unknown. A beat passed before she turned toward Tommy, his chin leaving her head so he could get a good look at her. They both knew it might be the last.

“Can I ask something of you?” he questioned. She nodded, and he smiled. “One final kiss?” Before she could respond, her lips were pressed against his. She held it for as long as her lungs could bear. This was goodbye, and it had to count—or at least last forever, but she knew that was impossible. He pulled away sooner than she would’ve liked and rested his forehead against hers.

“In another life,” he whispered, placing a light peck on her forehead before leaving as quickly as he came.

His words repeated in her head, in another life. Little did she know, that life may not have been too far away.

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anonymousbardd · 2 months

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┆𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫

— °✧.* 𝙂𝙪𝙣 𝙭 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

"Come join me, I'll turn you into my greatest masterpiece!"

I looked at the man in front of me, his eyes were wide and dark, it felt like I was looking into the void.

I had just finished getting beaten into a pulp by this man, and now he wants me to join him?!

"Why would I want to join you?" I asked, panting heavily, I was pretty sure I lost my eyesight on my left eye.

The man grinned, "I can give you anything you wish for, Mister (L/n)," he said.

"Money, fame, strength, a crew, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be feared by many!"

I exhaled and collapsed down on my knees, "Those are some options but... None of them are really in my interest," I replied.

He frowned and stared down at me, "What do you want?"

I paused, a warm memory flashed in my eyes, "I... Want..." I softly chuckled as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

I couldn't even finish my sentence before I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar place.

My head ached as I slowly sat up, the smell of cigarettes filled my lungs, causing me to cough.

"You're awake," Gun said, he was sitting near a window, his chest was completely exposed, I felt a bit embarrassed and looked away.

"Where am I?" I asked, letting out a quiet grunt as my muscles ached.

"You're in a hotel," he replied.

My cheeks flared up and immediately checked if I was still wearing my clothes, the touch of relief came to me when I saw that I'm still very much wearing the same thing I've been wearing for three weeks.

I looked back at Gun and frowned, "What did you do to me?!" He sighed and put out the cigarette, "Calm down you shit, I didn't do anything."

I eyed him suspiciously and he let out a sigh, "Do I look like the type to touch random men I just fought?" He asked, a bit agitated.

I shrugged and hummed, "Kind of..." I muttered.

"Enough, I'm not here for games," he said, I sighed and stretched my body, instant regret.

I coughed out aggressively and Gun groaned, "You are so un-serious... You remind me of a person I'm not quite fond of..."

"Why am I here?" I asked, Gun put out his cigarette and threw it out the window, "Listen, think about my offer," he said, he grinned and clenched his fist.

I looked away from his gaze and sighed, "I'm sorry... But... I don't know if I'll meet your expectations."

Gun hummed and walked towards me, he leaned down, his hands in his pockets, "Worry not about it, I have more than enough time to exceed your expectations," he said.

He then grinned and looked down on me, "I'm quite a man filled with surprises, you see."

Gun and handed me his number that was written on a piece of paper, "If you have a change of mind, call me, I'll be sure to mold you into a monster."

I sighed and looked at him, "Fine... I guess I don't really have anything to loose," I said, he grinned widely and held out his hand for me to shake.

"You will be one of my greatest masterpiece."

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weebsinstash · 10 months

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God devout protector Miguel after the you two incident would be AMAZINGLY AWFUL. Man will full on strap your ass to him in like a baby carrier kind of fashion, you wouldn’t leave his sight, let alone his reach.

And the other spiders would be crossed between being mad jealous but also relived because if anyone can keep you on lock, it would be Miguel.

If you did try and leave again tho I FIRMLY believe man would go full feral, foaming and running on all fours, just to get you again.

But also? He’s totally crying the first time he gets to fuck the real you. Man will swear there’s a diff between you and your dopple.

(Post contains across the spiderverse spoilers for Miguel's backstory/family)

Bruh I keep thinking of tons of ways to torture Miguel/the Reader, why do I have a fetish for writing fucking drama like this is some lifetime movie real housewives levels of drama, and I was thinking of a really specific scene sort of idea. So imagine a big reason YouTwo starts trying to steal your identity, really THE reason, is because YOU didn't realize "the severity of your surroundings" in the sense that you don't realize your spidey sense is going off half the time because a big portion of this community is stalking you, but YouTwo DOES. Like lmao, it's not even, totally out of spite against you that they steal your life either, YouTwo may just also share some of your massive insecurity issues and they see how so much of the Spider Society outright adores you and wants that for themselves, they want to feel important and loved, shit maybe YouTwo is even an anomaly who was never supposed to be a Spider but you were and that furthers their own mental health issues

I really like the idea of like, Reader and Miguel having kind of a slow burn undefined relationship which actually plays a role in exposing YouTwo or. Something lol. Idk I kind of struggle sometimes, tone wise, with writing yandere who are just like outright delusional and not at least partially lucid and, I typically don't go for those "I was drooling at the mouth the second i saw you" characterizations myself (not because I don't like them but, I'm apparently obsessed with "having emotional tension build up")

So, imagine if one point in the past Reader had gotten drunk and Miguel was taking them home because a super drunk and clumsy Spider who can crawl up any surface with super strength could be a potential disaster (did yall know Miguel can lift TEN TONS, that's 20,000 pounds, uh, uh, uh, sir thats actually terrifying i think you could deadass One Punch Man, fucking, Doomfist punch an entire fucking skyscraper) and at some point you just kind of. It's a little earlier on in how you know him and imagine you just kind of very extremely sloppily come onto him, just kind of a "fuck it he's handsome and I'm drunk why not just go for it" moment

you kiss him on the lips, and he just totally freezes and, you know, despite him actually having some developing feelings for you, unhealthy obsessive feelings gradually increasing over time, he's not exactly at the Having Sex With You stage yet, or, perhaps he already is but, you're too drunk for him to be comfortable sleeping with you because He's A Good Catholic Boy And Your First Time Together Must Be Special or, he has to be more drunk too so it feels a little less uhhhhh dubcon-y (I also keep thinking about, as a separate concept separate from YouTwo stuff, what if you both got drunk to the point both of you kind of forget who you slept with last night until Miguel remembers but you don't and he's like "oh shit did I actually remember to use protection or was i too drunk and excited in the heat of the moment" and, oh hey wouldn't you know it, Reader just missed their period, when applicable obviously)

But anyways Miguel just gently rejects your advances and, actually is, emotionally vulnerable for a while, like he respects you enough to explain his reasoning and then some, telling you, hey, it's been kind of a long time since he's, you know, been with someone In That Way, he DID used to have a fiance who had been pregnant when she died, and after losing them both as a canon event, and then losing "them" a second time, his heart is just. Still healing after all this time. And I imagine Reader is embarrassed as fuck but also you're crying but it's actually a good crying because you're like "dude i think its so beautiful that you love them that much that they're still kept close to your heart after all this time" and it actually makes you love and respect him MORE, his strength, his devotion, and the two of you just sit there and talk until you eventually pass out and THIS is a huge moment that furthers his obsession with you because he gently set a boundary where he's technically rejecting you, denying you something you want, and you're basically like "dude that's so fucking badass of you, you're like the strongest man I know, sir its an honor working with a man like you"

For one, imagine the fucking pain if after that experience with you, he winds up eventually having his "first time" with YouTwo and you walk in on it and that like, completely breaks your heart because it's like. Wow fuck we've been coworkers and, weirdly defined not-dating-but-everyone-jokes-we're-married status for like maybe a year and a half even, and he just suddenly, in your perception, replaces you with some... cheap copy? What was wrong with you? What did they have that you don't? Why weren't you good enough 🥺 like I imagine at this plot point Reader is already SEVERELY depressed and you just find a man you, you like genuinely LOVE seemingly replacing you with someone who looks and sounds just like you but somehow YOU aren't good enough. Like. Bro it hurts you so fucking bad, part of me thinks you just go to your apartment and don't come out for like a straight week and that makes you feel even worse because YT is still running around fooling people and not everyone notices your absence so one comes to check on you and it furthers your mental illness that "no one cares about me" when that couldn't be farther from the truth

Absolutely torturing this man with the concept of, you guys never sleep together (yet) but YouTwo just kind of automatically assumes from The Vibes they get from the pair of you that SOMETHING must be going on and, during what I'll call the big confrontation, where YouTwo is cornering you with other Spiders who accuse you of being the fake and they're kicking you out, you weaponize that you know things THEY don't. You're standing there desperately trying to think of how to prove your innocence and you take one look at Miguel and the way he's absolutely glaring you down, almost looking at him in a sort of "wait, I want you to see this" kind of way before you look at YouTwo and fall into a character of your own "so how long have you been sleeping with my man? What, i warm him up for you and you steal my boyfriend?" Or something to that effect, and YouTwo is just kind of like, "oh PUH LEASE, Miguel and I have a much deeper relationship than just the physical, you have no right to talk like you know him" and they sidle up to him rather intimately and meanwhile Miguel's expression just DROPS. He looks to you while you stand there glitching out without your wristwatch and you're looking at him with the biggest saddest fucking boo boo eyes and you just kind of like, solemnly bow your head, "it was an honor working with you, sir" and he's just like OH F U C K, man is RUSHING, he scrambles to try and put his own watch on you but it's too late, there's not enough time, he reaches out to save you and your form disappears from this reality just as he's about to snap the cuff on your wrist

Like deadass it isn't your fault, but, you RE-TRAUMATIZE this man. His wife and unborn child, the replacement family, now YOU, and YOU were totally innocent and this was even more his fault than the first two things, like, he is one more major incident away from becoming an addict or a barely functioning alcoholic by the time you stumble back into his dimension by accident

I imagine he and the other betrayed Spiders deadass put scars on YouTwo's face and body so there can never be any mistaking who they are ever again and they're exiled back to their home dimension (and I mean if they kill themselves Miguel just kind of shrugs like "that was their choice" and also I wonder if that would break canon for that universe and kill everything in it or deadass there would just be another replacement Spider and suddenly everyone is like oh wow YouTwo was a fake anomaly all along)

But gooooodddddd, thinking of both Reader and Miguel after the return. Both of y'all are traumatized and you're basically scared of him now, it's hard for you to trust him or anyone else at all, meanwhile Miguel is DESPERATE to try and make things up to you while you're flinching when he reaches for you. I imagine the man starts being more openly affectionate with you. More hands on your shoulder, a pat on the head, he asks Lyla to watch you while he goes to refill his coffee and gives you a kiss on the temple on his way out, meanwhile Reader is just, you know, probably desperately needing therapy at this point, thinking "do I or don't I trust him", but also still having all of those happy memories with him and everyone else and you're just, even if you wanted to you're too physically weak from being lost in the multiverse for several months to really escape if you wanted to

Deadass think at this point the man would microchip you like a cat. Oh, so Miguel has to worry about fakes of his loved ones showing up now, as if he isnt dealing with 2099 other things right now? He'll show them! He'll microchip your ass so he can track you and confirm your identity at all times! Maybe he'll just microchip everyone! Or he'll put some sort of system feature in all the bracelets where they all have ID numbers and such so no one can pretend they aren't who they say they are! He's not mentally ill, he's just well intentioned, promise :)

While you're recovering from bouncing around all the different universes, healing any fractures or broken bones, overcoming any fevers or infections, he is INVOLVED in your care. He's constantly asking any doctors and medics for updates, and really, he's like a genius geneticist, would he actually be directly involved in administering any of your care? He doesn't like seeing other people give you shots or draw any blood because it hurts you so he insists on doing it. He creates a little nook in his office and on his brooding platform (almost typo'd that as breeding platform, but, I mean, it COULD be) so that he can keep his eyes on you once you've recovered enough to be let out of bed. Miguel just, finally getting an actual chair or bench and he's sitting watching all his monitors in the dark while you're in his lap and he's occasionally gently petting your hair. If he sees anything upsetting he just settles himself closer to your body and it brings him peace like no other and suddenly, yeah he just straight up is toxic codependent on you. He wants to protect and fawn and obsess over you and you're scared and vulnerable and start depending on him for protection again, like imagine if you're actually too scared to try running away because you just spent several months being catapulted between universes and you just need to rest, there's so much danger out there you didn't even comprehend before and, at least here with Miguel, it's safe for you, so, you accidentally kind of feed into all his problems

Could you even FUCKING IMAGINE if a THIRD YOU shows up and they might actually have distinguishing features from you that make it like impossible for you to be mixed up BUT STILL the second you see them you literally begin bawling your eyes out IMMEDIATELY and cling to Miguel, SHAKING, "please don't get rid of me please don't get rid of me please I don't have anywhere to go please please please" and like You3 could be the nicest person ever and not want to fuck up anything in any way and the whole ass Spider Society is just still like "nah fam you gotta go home, there's only room for one of you here" which is ironic coming from a a society where 70% of them are like the exact same person, like gee let me go fetch a coffee with Peter Parker and Peter B Parker and Peni Parker and Peter Porker and Peter Parkedcar like. You see what I mean?

Miguel and Reader sharing living quarters after your return and like, do you think he has a decent living space or do you think like nah he's living in a bachelor pad. He's actually the CEO of Alchemax in his universe so I assume he'd be like absolutely loaded, and he's in a futuristic cyberpunk dystopia so like, presumably he'd have a fully kitted-out penthouse apartment, and yeah while there IS room for you to have your own space and own bedroom, for sleeping, you're REQUIRED to be in the same room or bed as him. The entire place is bugged and wired and he has things meticulously organized so even if there were cameras he would know when you touch things or potentially snoop around. Oh, those papers on his desk were a few centimeters to the left before he went to the bathroom kinda attention to detail

And of course he eventually wants to take your relationship even further and finally be with and hold you, the real you, join his bodies with YOU and not some fake this time, and if it's not outright noncon, maybe you're so traumatized at this point you just decide "at least he thinks I'm me, at least someone still loves me enough like this, at least he's devoted to me even though he's totally crazy" and, you know, participating. He's murmuring all these praises and endearments and you're just so anxious and shy while his hands roam your body and he just totally worships you with lots of kisses and nuzzles and teasing little bites and you're holding onto him and are affectionate with him back, basically cuddling the entire time during sex, like man could have you folded into a mating press and you just, reach and intertwine your fingers and look up at him like 🥺 so insecure and scared because is he going to stop and leave if you mess up? What are you supposed to do? And he can sense your anxiety and gives you plenty of compliments and praise and encouragement while showering you with little smooches

You're lying there post-coitus and he's got his huge muscular arms caged around you as he tucks you into his chest, rubbing his hands over your back, telling you how amazing it was, how you did such a good job, and he basically fucks you the entire night until you can't take it anymore and are passing out in his bed while he's holding you, practically purring until both of you fall asleep as he idly wonders what your ring size is.

#yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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666writingcafe · 20 days

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Virtue and Sin

Simeon

"What happened earlier?"

Given the situation that happened in the kitchen earlier, I thought it best for MC and me to share a room in the sleeping car so that I could have a proper conversation with them about it. I know that means having Luke continue to be exposed to Mammon and risk having another episode, but I don't know if I'll have another opportunity to be alone with MC, and there are some things they need to know.

"What you witnessed was greed's energy bouncing off Mammon and Luke," I answer. "The more they wanted to go on that trip, the stronger that energy became."

"And the more dangerous."

"Exactly."

"But why would Luke experience greed?" There's the million dollar question. Thankfully, MC seems smart enough to understand the answer.

"An angel's power is connected to one of the seven virtues. Obviously, we're supposed to practice all of them, but the strength of the individual connections differs from person to person. Less experienced angels tend to think that virtue and sin are complete opposites, but in reality they're merely two sides of the same coin."

"Kind of like yin and yang. Good and bad are intertwined; you can't have one without the other. And since Luke's very charitable and kind, he's more likely to experience greed and envy than some of the other angels."

"Correct." MC's following along quite nicely.

"Does the electricity happen to everyone that experiences a sin around a demon?" I shake my head.

"It's a phenomenon that only occurs between angels and demons. The effects are more internal for humans. Any signs of that electricity will be in the eyes, and even then it's so subtle that those that don't know what to look for will dismiss it as a mere trick of the light."

"I see." MC pauses to stretch their arms. "What would have happened to Luke if you didn't step in?" I sigh.

"An angel's tolerance for sin is like a rubber band; it can stretch pretty far, but eventually it will snap. Luke was moments away from throwing a temper tantrum, and those tend to be more violent than a human's."

"That makes sense. I mean, you might say that the flood that Noah experienced was the result of God throwing a hissy fit."

"How so?" I'm genuinely interested in MC's response, but I'm also testing them a bit with my question.

"Well, if something I poured my heart into creating didn't work the way I intended it to, I'd be pretty upset. Not just at the creation, but at myself. The possibility that I wasn't as good as I thought I was would hurt my pride, and I'd end up lashing out at my creation, potentially destroying it in the process."

Bingo.

"That certainly is an interesting take, MC." As much as I'd like to tell them that their reasoning is sound and that it partially explains how Lucifer turned out the way he did, I have a feeling that I'd get my ass chewed out for agreeing with the idea that God is capable of sinning. That kinda defeats the whole "He's perfect" thing.

"Do you think Luke's going to be okay bunking with Mammon?" I shrug.

"He has to learn how to control his greed and envy, and he can't do that if he doesn't know what he's up against. 'Know thy enemy', as they say." I sigh. "I hate to think of the brothers that way, especially since we were once family, but they are the Avatars of Sin for a reason. It'd be foolish of me to not take that into account."

MC appears deep in thought. I can tell that they have more to say, but for some reason they're hesitating. Are they afraid that I'll end our conversation if they keep talking?

Michael and the other seraphim would tell me that I should. A human has no business knowing this much. I know a few angels that still hold humanity in contempt for what Adam and Eve did in the Garden of Eden, and that's ancient history at this point.

However, I want to know exactly what MC's thinking. I find their intellect to be one of the most attractive things about them. Not that they're bad to look at--because they're not--but there are plenty of pretty people that don't have any complex thoughts in their head. It makes for rather boring conversations. At least I don't have to worry about that with MC.

"Hey, Simeon?" I hum in acknowledgement. "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I was wondering what sin you're most susceptible to experiencing."

Oh. We're going there.

If it were anyone else, I would change the subject. Knowing an angel's weaknesses is powerful, and people have used that against us too many times for me to count.

But I don't think MC would do that. They've behaved too honorably.

I take a deep breath to ease my nerves.

"Wrath."

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me simeon #obey me luke #today's world building has been brought to you by glow sticks #(if you know you know)

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Do you think it had to be rengoku who died? Or could it have been a different character or hashira and still give the same effect?

AA THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!! Okay im likely gonna go back and edit this later once i think of Better Words, but prepare for a Long Ass Leon Analysis Post

I think that while a similar effect could have happened had it been another Hashira, the fact that it was Rengoku affected not just Tanjiro, but the rest of the Corps in a massive ripple effect. I’m assuming that by asking this you’ve read my “why Rengoku’s death impacts the outcome of the series” analysis post, but regardless, im gonna start rambling now lol

Let’s turn it into a cause-and-effect formula. If [Hashira] dies after the Mugen Train Incident, it affects Tanjiro with [x] and the rest of the Corps with [y]. When Rengoku died, it devastated Tanjiro because of both his personal connection to Rengoku (Flame Breathing vs Sun Breathing, as well as Rengoku’s infectious brotherly attitude) and his respect for the Hashira as a whole. X is Tanjiro’s devastation and his exposure to the Actual Strongest Demons. Y, on the other hand, is much more powerful, because of Rengoku specifically. He was like an older brother to Mitsuri. He was an icon of strength and persistence for Tengen. He was a beacon of encouragement for everyone he encountered, and Rengoku was uniquely inspiring in that way. Rengoku, specifically. The latest link in the Flame Hashira chain, the Rengoku family legacy, he was really more legend than man. He was an unfalteringly blazing beacon of constant courage and flaming strength, and his loss hit especially hard, because of how unstoppable he always strove to be. Even the surlier Hashira like Sanemi and Obanai respected him, because he’s just that bright. He’s open, and approachable, and kind. He may be a legend, but he’s a human, living legend. He was friends with everyone, and impacted everyone’s lives just by being in them. The unceremonious and sudden nature of his death is what causes X to hit so hard for Tanjiro, and what causes Y to extend far beyond him.

If, for example, Sanemi was the one who dies at Mugen Train, things would’ve turned out much differently. Sanemi never accepted Nezuko, and probably would’ve died scorning her. This would cause X to be much less impactful for Tanjiro. He would still be devastated, because he’s Tanjiro, and because he holds a deep respect for all the Hashira, but Sanemi’s refusal to acknowledge Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact of his death. X would still hit hard, because Tanjiro is exposed to an immensely powerful warrior being unceremoniously taken out by a demon like Akaza, but Sanemi’s generally unapproachable nature as well as the fact that he stabbed Nezuko would significantly dampen the impact on Tanjiro. Additionally, Tanjiro doesn’t know Genya yet, so he wouldn’t have any personal motivation for sympathy. In the case of Rengoku, when he mentions Senjuro, that hits hard for Tanjiro, because they’re both eldest brothers. As for the rest of the Corps, they’d be devastated for the same reasons as Tanjiro- a Hashira has fallen, and that’s a rare and devastating casualty of war. But Sanemi doesn’t have the same social impact that Rengoku does, so ultimately I think neither X or Y would hit as hard.

Honestly im trying to stop myself from plugging every Hashira into this equation just for the sake of analysis, so I might come back to this later when I’ve gotten a bit more sleep lmao

Now let’s take a Hashira that Tanjiro has a personal connection to, like Shinobu or Giyuu. If Shinobu had come with Tanjiro to personally investigate Mugen Train, he would almost certainly blame himself for her death, and X would be a different flavor of powerful, because of her conversation with him in about Kanae’s dream. The death of any Hashira would cause Y to have some ripple effect, purely because it’s a Hashira, but ultimately, the only Hashira I believe could even start to rival Kyojuro’s influence is Gyomei, purely because he’s been a Hashira for so long. But no other Slayer had the same warmth and personable character that Kyojuro had, and that’s why his death in particular hits so hard. If Giyuu had died, Tanjiro would likely have been just as upset as he was with Rengoku- he’s witnessed Giyuu’s strength on multiple occasions, and Giyuu has staked his life on Nezuko. That’s something that Tanjiro won’t easily forget, and if Giyuu had died, it would easily devastate him to push himself harder, giving X the same emotional weight as Kyojuro’s death. However, because it’s Giyuu, Y would be MUCH less impactful, because a lot of the Hashira actively dislike him. ( @princeblue actually has an excellent analysis post on why he pisses the other Hashira off, I would recommend reading it, they make some excellent points!!)

Anyway, to restate my thesis, Rengoku’s death was as impactful as it was not just because he was a Hashira, but because he was Rengoku. He’s an infallible beacon of hope and warmth, and his unceremonious death sent a ripple effect through the entire Corps. He touches the lives of everyone he meets, intentionally or not- it’s just who he is. Much like Tanjiro, his passion is infectious, and his spark and drive spread to everyone who loved him after his death. It would still devastate Tanjiro to no end to watch a Hashira die in front of him, but it was Rengoku’s personal connection to not just Tanjiro, but the entire Corps that ultimately made him as impactful of a character as he was.

That last paragraph was a little shaky, I have a nasty habit of only doing analysis writing when it’s 4:30am and I should be sleeping, please ask me to clarify anything if I fucked up! I promise it makes so much sense in my head lmao

Thank you so much for this ask I’m literally happy stimming sitting here poking away at analysis posts nothing makes me happier than media-dissecting my blorbos

#leon rambles #leon askbox #rengoku kyojuro #demon slayer #analysis #demon slayer analysis #kny

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baki-tiene-un-simp · 10 months

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Hey, I know that i've already asked agood amount of hc but could you please make an hc for retsu, musashi, mumon, sukune and jun with an S/O that was almost killed by someone like their enemy or something (like a very graphic and bloody injuries that are basically exposing the bone or the whole body is basically fully bruised) but they get to the hospital and they are in a coma and they wake up after 3 to 6 months or so moments before their S/O is umpluged from the life support and everyone thought that they were basically dead.I would like to know about their thoughts, feelings and plans after they thought they were going to lose their S/O and their plans for the future, also what they would do the person and how would they react to their S/O coming back and some aftermate.

Thanks for having the patience to deal with so many asks.

Heres a kiss for my FWACCOF(Favorite Writer And Content Creator Of Tumblr)

P.S.(I know that this kind of reads "fuck off" but I liked the acronym so I'll let it stay)

Hope you have a nice second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year/life/eternety.

Situation: Baki's men's train of thought when an enemy attacks their S/O. / Tren de pensamiento de los hombres de Baki cuando un enemigo ataca a su S/O.

Characters: Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Mumon Katsuragi and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevaru.

"These months have been exhausting without them, so stressful how everyone seems to go on with their lives while I feel lost because they didn't react, but they have finally come to their senses. They have opened their eyes and looked at me after so long, I really missed those beautiful eyes.

Who could even think of hurting you, mi amor? What kind of monster could hurt you, mi ángel?

I must make sure that your house is protected so that this incident does not happen again. A couple of my men could regularly hang around there just to keep the perimeter clear, I'll be with them anyway so I can protect them. Oh how I've missed you…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"It's ridiculous to take it out on someone who can't defend themselves, what logic is there in attacking others when the target is me? The discomfort in my chest hasn't disappeared since they were attacked a couple of months ago, now that they woke up I felt less… Uncomfortable, but that feeling is still there.

Is it some kind of desire for revenge? Revenge doesn't taste so bitter, besides, I'm satisfied when I use my katanas on the offender. I don't understand what happens.

I don't understand how they are still here either, their slow breathing and their lack of mobility during these months only gave me an image of what I thought was the future, I don't know how they managed to come back to life, but I will stay with them until they can explain it to me…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"They opened their eyes, heaven has finally heard my pleas, maybe God got tired of hearing me cry at night to get them back to me. I stopped myself, I wanted to jump on them and kiss them as if I hadn't seen them in years, but I I held back; her condition is delicate and I must be careful.

The doctors haven't stopped talking about her treatment and diet from now on, that old cookbook I found at her house should help me a bit. They probably don't mind me staying at their apartment, I spend most of my time there and they need help right now.

I have to go home before them, I have to clean and change the sheets so they can rest as soon as they get out of the hospital, maybe they want to eat something after a long time? Probably, I'll take care of bringing today's dinner so that I can regain my strength after all these months…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"They are fine, they are fine, they have finally woken up and just in time, just when I lost hope of one day being able to see their eyes looking at me once more. If only I had been by their side when they needed me most, maybe if would have paid more attention to their surroundings they would not be here, they would not have suffered as they did.

The wounds have healed, but they need therapy and periodic checkups to make sure they are better. Maybe I should ask them to move in with me so that I can take care of them properly during all the remaining time of recovery and therapies, that would also allow me to be around for them when they need to do something and their injuries do not allow it.

A good diet is also vital, it could supply the pantry with foods rich in vitamins and nutrients, meat and fish, reduce sugar and bad substances for a period of time. The tea is medicinal, surely they will manage to calm your discomfort and help you sleep. I should take out the inflatable bed and offer them my bed, the important thing is that they are comfortable and rested…"

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

"Estos meses han sido agotadores sin ti, tan estresante como todos parecen seguir sus vidas mientras yo me siento perdido porque tu no reaccionas, pero finalmente has vuelto. Al fin abriste los ojos y me miraste después de tanto tiempo, realmente extrañaba esos hermosos ojos.

¿Quién podría siquiera pensar en hacerte daño, mi amor? ¿Qué clase de monstruo podría lastimarte a ti, mi ángel?

Debo asegurarme de que tu casa esté protegida para que este incidente no se repita. Un par de mis hombres podrían pasearse regularmente por allí solo para mantener el perímetro libre, de todas formas estaré junto a ti, así que puedo protegerte. Oh, como te he extrañado…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"Es ridículo desquitarse con quien no puede defenderse, ¿Qué lógica existe en atacar a otros cuando el objetivo soy yo? La incomodidad en mi pecho no ha desaparecido desde que fue atacado hace un par de meses, ahora que despertó me he sentido menos… Incómodo, pero ese sentimiento sigue allí.

¿Será alguna clase de deseo de venganza? La venganza no tiene este sabor tan amargo, además, quede satisfecho cuando use mis catanas en el causante. No entiendo que sucede.

Tampoco entiendo como sigue aquí, sus lentas respiraciones y su falta de movilidad durante estos meses solo me dieron una imagen de lo que creía era el futuro, no sé cómo logro regresar a la vida, pero me quedaré a su lado hasta que pueda explicármelo…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Abrió los ojos, el cielo al fin ha escuchado mis súplicas, quizá Dios se cansó de escucharme llorar por las noches para que me lo devuelvan. Me contuve, quise saltar sobre el y besarles como si no le hubiera visto en años, pero me contuve; su estado es delicado y debo tener cuidado.

Los doctores no han parado de hablar sobre el tratamiento y la dieta que debe seguir de ahora en adelante, ese viejo libro de cocina que encontré en su casa debería ayudarme un poco. Probablemente no le moleste que me quede en su apartamento, paso la mayor parte del tiempo allí y necesita ayuda justo ahora.

Debo volver a casa antes, debo limpiar y cambiar las sábanas para que puedan descansar tan pronto salga del hospital, ¿quizá quiera comer algo después de mucho tiempo? Es probable, me encargaré de traer la cena de hoy para que pueda reponer fuerzas después de todos estos meses…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"Está bien, se encuentra bien, al fin ha despertado y justo a tiempo, justo cuando perdí la esperanza de algún día poder ver sus ojos mirándome una vez más. Si tan solo hubiese estado a su lado cuando más me necesitaba, quizá si hubiera puesto más atención a su alrededor no estaría aquí, no hubiera sufrido como lo hizo.

Las heridas han sanado, pero necesitan terapia y revisiones periódicas para verificar que están mejor. Quizá deba pedirle que se muden conmigo para que pueda cuidarles debidamente durante todo el tiempo restante de recuperación y terapias, eso también me permitiría estar cerca cuando necesite hacer algo y sus heridas no se lo permitan.

Una buena dieta también es vital, podría abastecer la despensa con alimentos ricos en vitaminas y nutrientes, carnes y pescados, disminuir los azúcares y sustancias malas durante un periodo de tiempo. El té es medicinal, seguro que lograran calmar sus molestias y les ayudaran a dormir. Debería sacar la cama inflable y ofrecerle mi cama, lo importante es que esté cómodo y descansado…"

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Lyle finds Querl in the bedroom, drenched in golden morning sunlight and standing a little too close to the full body mirror. From what he can see he seems to be studying his own face, a task that the deep scowl it’s set in must make a lot harder.

"You good?" Lyle asks. The way Querl twitches but does not quite startle tells him he’s at least not too deep in thought. Or bewitched by some kind of mirror demon. It has been that kind of month, after all.

"Since when do I have freckles," Querl says in place of actually replying. He sounds annoyed, like he can't believe his skin would dare do this without his permission.

"I don't know. Don't you usually?" Peering over his shoulder Lyle tries to see what has offended him so greatly, but what he can see of Querl’s face in the mirror is about as unblemished as usually, an even tone of soft lime green.

"No."

“I’m not seeing anything.” Lyle closes the distance between them, loosely wrapping his arms around Querl’s waist and resting his head on his shoulder. Querl leans into his touch, the annoyance on his face softening slightly. Up close Lyle can see a faint trail of freckles over the bridge of his nose, a barely perceptible darker shade of green against his skin. But seeing them is a bit like trying to stargaze in the middle of Metropolis.

"Oh, those freckles. They’re pretty cute. But you are pretty cute in general, so that’s kind of a given." Querl snorts and grabs one of Lyle's hands, squeezing it gently. The way he blushes almost hides the freckles entirely.

"That doesn't change the fact that they're new."

"See, I have this theory about that. There's this thing called the sun — you might have heard about it before — and I’ve heard it shoots all this scary radiation at people who are exposed to it for more than four seconds at a time. For example, people who actually go outside."

"Unbelievable."

"I know, I can hardly believe it myself. So anyway, this radiation is really scary and your ski- don't roll your eyes — your skin wants to protect itself from it, so I think it tries to create a pigment that'll reflect the radiation away from your cells."

"Thank you, Lyle, I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Glad to be of service." He doesn't want to pull away, and Querl seems content standing there, studying them both in the mirror now. There’s a sense of contentment in the warmth of their entwined bodies.

"I don't think I'd realised how much I'd changed until recently," Querl eventually says, a small wrinkle settling between his brows.

"Compared to what?"

"A few years ago. Before the Legion." Lyle tries to nod, to no real use. He can imagine that'd sneak up on Querl, whose total awareness of his body often seems to amount to an annual semi-drastic haircut.

"Yeah, that's a bit of a change. I used to be taller than you back then, for one." To be fair to Querl, Lyle isn't sure when that particular change occurred either. He'd just woken up one day and been the shortest guy around again, and then he’d moved on with his life.

"I can't say I took particular note of that, but it would be logical, considering my increased height is one of many changes I have noted. Alongside, well…" As Querl trails off his gaze returns to his reflection in the mirror, like he’ll find the right words to say there. There are many differences of course, some that are probably too subtle for even Lyle to notice, but some things are obvious. He used to be so sharp, all points and protruding bones, like a baby bird that hasn't started sprouting feathers yet. Now there's a lean strength there and even a little bit of softness in places, by no means a massive difference in appearance, but the kind of difference that sees him rarely struggling to carry equipment by himself, or getting winded after two or so flights of stairs.

And then there are parts that are visibly different. Like his arms. Or the way his complexion has taken on a more lively, verdant note and half the time he doesn’t even have dark circles under his eyes anymore. He looks good, not just to Lyle’s perhaps slightly rose-tinted eyes, but in a much more general sense. "I look much healthier. I feel healthier," Querl eventually notes, clearly taking a similar train of thought.

"The things you can achieve when someone periodically tells you to eat, sleep and at least pretend to go outside, huh?" Querl grimaces, squirming in Lyle's arms, a token effort judging by the hand still firmly in place over Lyle's. "No need to be thankful." Querl sighs, but does look genuinely unsure for a second.

"I am thankful for what you do… I just… I wish I didn't struggle this much in the first place."

"You're good. Nass happens and I don't mind."

"It's simple to say that."

"Except I really don't! It's nice to be able to care for someone you love, even if it's just making sure they take care of themselves."

"That makes no sense."

"It does though. People feel like they've accomplished something good when they take care of others, thus: endorphins." Lyle angles his head upwards and presses a quick kiss to Querl's jaw. "Also, much more fun to bang someone who has the energy to bang back."

"Grief, Norg," Querl whines. His complaining would be easier to take seriously if he didn’t smile in that croaked way he does when he’s trying and failing to not find something funny.

"Apologies, my liege, I will refrain from making any reference to our nightly activities. And our daily activities. And-" Querl groans loudly and Lyle can't help but laugh. "But seriously, you're good. Both about the being reminded to do stuff thing and the freckles."

"Thank you." He gives Lyle's hand another squeeze. "I'm not sure about the freckles though. Maybe I should just never go outside again."

"Brilliant solution, but wouldn't it be a lot more convenient to experiment on yourself until you figure out how to get rid of them for good?"

"You would do that, wouldn't you?" Querl rolls his eyes again, but presses his back into Lyle’s body in a way that in no shape or form feels like a complaint.

"What can I say, I work with permanent solutions," Lyle says, his voice just a little less steady than he’d want it to be. The sense of warmth he’s feeling suddenly feels like it both has very little and everything to do with his partner’s body heat, and he can’t keep his mind from drifting back to those freckles. He lets out a shaky breath. “Or,” he murmurs, raising his lips to Querl’s ear. “We could just see how far down they go instead.”

#and then Lyle finds out that it's literally just that because his bf never takes his shirt off where the sun shines #this mini fic brought to you by 'Querl should be capable of having freckles but never goes outside'#and 'being with the legion probably did wonders for his physical health and having people who care about him specifically particularly so'#dc comics #losh #querllyle #querl dox #brainiac 5 #lyle norg #invisible kid #my writing

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imthefemalemonster · 1 year

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⸻Our time

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader (smut)

⸻ Summary: A lovely morning routine alongside Prince Aemond Targaryen.

Tags: Shameless Smut, PWP, Dom!Aemond, Female reader, Masturbation, Degradation/Humiliation Kink, (if you blink faster than light), Orgasm, Aftercare, No beta I need sleep

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Notes: I have writer guilt so I gaslighted myself into writing. 1K2 unhinged smut I do not know what this is but I missed Dom!Aemond, hope you enjoy it. ♡

(just a little bit of soft at the end, as a treat)

Tumblr for ideas/requests: @imthefemalemonster

Smut & fluff prompts: here & here

⸻Words: 1212

Aemond woke up early again, the sun was still shyly showing in the sky, the air was cold against his naked skin, only having a few sheets and the sleeping body at his side to heat him up. Despite the very long night punctuated by several sexual intercourses, moans and orgasms, he still couldn’t sleep longer than a few hours. The reason for his early awakening was pretty clear, a very visible morning hard-on. He sighed heavily, turning to lay on his side, it happened often and the motions were now almost mindless. He knew how to satiate himself and the delightful body of his wife resting at his side would be just enough. You wouldn’t refuse him anything, and especially not a morning jerk-off like he loved.

However, Aemond felt vile today. Most of the time you would be awake at the same time or he would wake you up to satisfy himself. But today felt a bit different, your sleeping and innocent figure resting at his side had a hundred of improper thoughts running inside his mind. But he wouldn’t quite give you what you always loved, today was all about him.

Nonchalantly, your back still turned against him, he raised your leg, moving closer. The contact had him smirk, low gasp leaving his lips, finger digging in your soft skin as his erection rubbed against your back, the friction delicious. Cunt exposed to his hunger, a vile smile on his lips, he grabbed the base of his hardened shaft, rubbing it slowly against your folds. He was surprised at the contact, a rest of sweat and cum from last night being his only lube as he moved up and down your lips, slightly brushing your clit but making sure not to put pressure on it. His other hand moved under your body, groping your breast, thumbs circling the skin, pinching. He wanted his pleasure, not yours, not yet.

You shifted slightly, breaths getting louder as you emerged from deep slumber. You felt hot, your skin stinging, hot like it had been thrown boiling water on.

“Look what you do to me.”, he mewled in your ear, feeling you wake up and move against him, biting your earlobe with much strength, his cock rubbed painfully inside your lips, pushing but not going inside.

Still half asleep, half awake, you slowly started to understand what was happening. It was often that the day would start with Aemond buried so deep inside you it was hard to walk for the rest of the day. You would either be on your knees for him to take you from behind or to take him in your mouth, both as deep as you could because nothing was more exciting than the malicious smile on his lips as he sunk down into you. But this was quite new.

“Aemon-”

You felt his right hand tense against your breast, pressing so hard it sent jolts in your whole body.

“Shut up.”, he rasped against your neck, teeth nibbling at the skin, more like a warning than a tease, “Bite your fucking lips until it bled but don’t you dare make a noise.”

You obeyed, aroused by his guttural voice against your sensitive skin. You could feel his broad presence behind you, like a threat. A single movement, a single word and you could be in trouble. Aemond wasn’t the kind to be gentle when you weren’t obeying, and it was not the ‘not gentle in a sexual’ way but the ‘I won’t give you release and touch you ever again’ kind of way. So you obeyed, always, because it was always more pleasurable to be held in his arms, like something he possessed, and see his little satisfied smile when he got off on your submission.

“Show me how much you need me, pretty girl.”

You knew the rules, don’t talk, move to communicate. You felt his cock, steady against your burning core, hips rolled to meet his body as he hummed pleasingly. Fingers pressed against your breast, playing with the sensitive buds, you dug your teeth so hard in your lips to try and muffle your moans.

“Do you think you deserve this?”, he husked, biting your neck, teeth sinking into the skin. There would be bruises and he would fix them all day until finally people saw them. Your face would be flushed, legs squeezing, core twitching as he would murmur the most insane things in your ear in public about what he was about to do to you later.

“Touch yourself there. Right there.”, he breathed, air setting your skin on fire, as he rubbed the top of his length against your clip, pleas entrapped in your throat. Your digits moved lower on your body, between your parted legs as they met with his shaft. He groaned at the friction, pushing further against your fingers but still not in, hips thrusting his crotch meeting your ass in obscene motions.

You rubbed your clit in haste, breaths erratic but still silent as he asked. Your digits rubbing against the top of his leaking cock, legs intertwined and hips pounding now. You could feel his hand harshly moving up and down his member, jerking himself off against your drenched cunt. His movements irregular as his breaths against the back of your neck, lips and tongue traveling up and and down your skin, your body squirming, overwhelmed from face to toes. Your chest moved in his palm, nipple brushing inside his rough skin. His length was buried in your wetness, jerked-off by your fingers, his own hand and the lips around it.

Everything felt delicious, overwhelming, panting in your ear, whispering the sweetest insanity that sent you over the edge, biting back moans as best as you could as Aemond hips were still crashing into yours, cock rubbing and head hitting your clit in a blissful assault. Your body jerked, dissolving into pleasure as fire burned in your lower belly, like you were going to melt into Aemond’s embrace.

“Good girl, good girl!”, he laughed, cock slapping between your thighs, hitting your clit as you screamed his name, “Getting off her husband masturbating is she?”

Your teeth leaving your lips, they curled in a pleased smile. Vision fading to black your continued to meet his thrusts, hearing him ground as he chased his own pleasure, hand, cock and hips hitting your cunt with obscene and wet noises. You could feel every veins, every hit, every time his head pulsed against your clit as he came. Spilling on your cunt, your fingers, your thighs, the sheets.

Erratic breaths filled the room as you both panted, mixed with discreet laugh and tender smiles. You could feel his smirk against your skin, softly kissing your neck and shoulder. You moved slightly to rest on your side, still soiled in sweat and seed. His arm around you, you rested your head under his, cheek on his shoulders. His single eye staring down at you gently, like he waited for approval.

“Do that again next time.”, you whispered, hands on his chest, caressing the skin kindly as your fingers met his, digits intertwined in a loving embrace.

“Should I wake you up, love?”

“No”, you smiled against his cheek, “I like surprises.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #fics #smut #**mine #This is not the thing I said I was working on #I daydreamt about Dom!Aemond and had to write it

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AITA For trying to take over the world?

Okay so I (M 11) believe I'm an asshole but my friend (also M 11) thinks that I was just "misguided and alone."

I had everything I wanted. I was good at soccer and school. However, I was always grappling with the fact that I killed my brother (he would have been 13 M, died at 11). When I was much younger I was trying to play and goof around and my brother pushed me out of the way of a car, dying in the process. Ever since then I've known my parents hated me and made them at least able to talk about accomplishments instead of, you know, being an awful kid who killed his brother!

Anyways, before my brother died we got exposed to this computer game that we could actually go into. My brother always took the stuff away from me, and wouldn't let me go into the game without him or my online friend (9 M last time I saw him). But no matter what, I felt drawn to the little creature that was in the key to the online game. He was actually really nice and kind of cool, looking like a caterpillar.

After my brother's death and my online friend disappearing, I took it upon myself to just... play the game. I couldn't let my family worry about me after all the awful things I did, but I was already so awful I just kept doing awful things. I made the creatures of the world fight for my entertainment, forced them into creations that didn't work together, experimented on them, I even stole other's creatures when they began to show up and take down my control towers.

This all came together as one of the people who knew the world challenged me to a fist fight, and my caterpillar friend sacrificed himself to give another creature enough strength to beat the monstrous chimera I created.

It's all my fault that they died, not to mention how many creatures I forced to fight for my entertainment cause it was "just a game" to me. To top it off, while my caterpillar friend was dying, the game gave me this pink flower necklace that's supposed to represent "kindness."

Edit: So apparently there was something inside of me called a "Dark Spore" influencing me. But at the same time I killed and abused SO many things that I HAVE to be the asshole.

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality #child death mention

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Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

(Why? Why all of a sudden?)

Drake: "Haa..."

Mitsuki: "Ah! Stop."

My thoughts dissipated as he sucked my skin, and a terrifying pleasure ran through my entire body, making me moan involuntarily.

(No, stop...)

Mitsuki: "Wait, Drake..."

I tried to push his chest, but...

Mitsuki: "Ah!"

He sank his fangs deeper, and my strength gave way, causing us to fall to the floor.

Drake: "Haa... Don't run away."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

Drake: "If you want to curse someone, curse yourself for chasing after me."

He held down both my wrists and hovered above me.

His aquamarine eyes, filled with a ferocious gleam, seemed to be driven solely by desire.

Drake: "Nn..."

Mitsuki: "Ah...mnn..."

Once again, he buried his face in my neck and licked the bitten spot with his tongue.

The wet sounds reverberated in my ears, sending shivers deep within me.

(It's scary, but...)

(Why does it feel so good?)

I'm scared of the overwhelming pleasure that is stealing away my rationality.

I'm scared of being swept away by the desire being dragged out of me.

And I'm scared of his beastly nature.

My mind and body are in disarray, and when my tears welled up一

He looked down at me with blood-stained lips, his face twisted in a frown.

Then he wiped away the tears that had welled up at the corners of my eyes.

(Drake...)

Although his touch was far from gentle, my chest tightened.

(Can't he resist the urge?)

Seeing him furrow his eyebrows in pain, a different emotion welled up inside me.

(I want to ease his pain.)

(I don't want to push him away.)

(I don't want to betray him.)

More than fear or pleasure, these feelings overwhelmed me, and I tightly embraced his back.

Drake: "Mitsuki, why?"

Drake: "Haah, damn it."

His hot breath brushed against my ear, and he sucked on my neck again.

Amid my intoxicating pleasure and feelings for him, I lost consciousness.

Drake: "Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki was completely unconscious under his body, and her hands that had clung to his back were now weakly sprawled on the floor.

Her once neat white blouse, forcibly disheveled, had lost several buttons, and her exposed neck bore bite marks with blood seeping out.

Even though it was such a pitiful sight, he swallowed hard again.

Drake: ".........."

He clicked his tongue at himself and turned his face away, trying to avoid looking at Mitsuki.

While the impulse had somewhat subsided, he clenched his fist to suppress the lingering urge, then looked up at the moonlit sky beyond the window.

Drake: "Having this body stuck between being human and a vampire is really annoying."

The maddening full moon shone brightly in the night sky.

My consciousness slowly emerged from the abyss-like darkness.

I tried lifting my eyelids, but my body was too lazy to even do that.

(What happened to me?)

I found myself lying on a sofa, and when I tried to sit up, I felt dizzy.

Drake: "You're anemic. You should go back to sleep."

I shifted my gaze and noticed that he was leaning on the neighboring sofa.

(That's right. He bit me.)

Drake: "I've already treated your neck. I want to take you back to the mansion, but for now, it's better if you don't move."

Drake: "Also, the full moon is still out. I don't know what will happen if I touch you again."

Drake: "Stay here until morning."

Drake relayed this calmly while averting his gaze from me.

(I wonder what's happening to him.)

(And what is this place?)

Many questions came to mind, but what I really wanted to ask was:

Mitsuki: "Are you okay?"

Drake: ".........."

Mitsuki: "Are you feeling better now?"

Drake: "You always focus on others, and that's why you often draw the short end of the stick."

His response, which wasn't really an answer, drifted away as I fell back to sleep.

???: "What kind of situation is this?"

I woke up to someone's voice echoing in my ears, not sure how much time had passed.

Still unable to move as I wished, I gazed vaguely at the dim world through the narrow gap between my half-opened eyes.

Drake: "Galileo, sorry. I messed up."

Drake: "She saw me in the city and followed me here."

Galileo: ".........."

I saw the figure of a man talking to Drake.

(Huh?)

Drake: “I came here because of my urge, but then this girl appeared. I have no choice.”

Galileo: “She’s not dead, is she?”

Drake: “Yeah. How are you?”

Galileo: “I’ve taken Blanc to keep it under control. It’s almost dawn.”

I couldn’t think properly, but there was one thing I noticed:

------------Flashback-----------

???: “Be careful.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Was he the person from back then?)

The memory quickly faded away, and I was once again pulled into a deep sleep.

???: “How is Mitsuki doing?”

???: “She’s still sleeping. The doctor examined her and said there were no issues with her body.”

(This voice...)

A familiar voice brought my consciousness back, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in my room.

Mitsuki: “Comte? Sebastian?”

Comte & Sebastian: “----!”

Comte: “You’re awake, Mitsuki. That’s good.”

With the help of Comte and Sebastian, I sat up in bed.

Sebastian: “How are you feeling?”

Mitsuki: “I feel somewhat lethargic. Also, I feel like I slept a lot.”

Sebastian: "It's more like you fainted."

Comte: "Don't push yourself. Let's talk slowly."

The two of them, who were peering worriedly into my face, let out a sigh of relief.

Sebastian: "Everyone was worried."

Mitsuki: "Sorry for worrying you."

Mitsuki: "Um, what happened? I don't remember much, but I think I followed Drake in town, and then..."

As I started to speak, the events after following Drake in town flashed through my mind. Comte, observing my expression, quietly began to explain.

Comte: "Yesterday, both you and Drake didn't return to the mansion even after it got dark."

Comte: "We were worried, but in the morning, Drake came back carrying you in his arms."

Comte: "You were exhausted and had a wound on your neck."

I put my hand on my neck and found it covered with gauze.

Comte: "That wound... Drake bit you, didn't he?"

I stared directly into his golden eyes.

Mitsuki: "Yes."

Nodding, Comte lowered his eyes solemnly.

Comte: "Drake said he was suddenly overcome by the urge to drink blood and accidentally bit you."

Comte: "Then he treated your injuries after you passed out at the inn and waited for morning to come."

(Inn?)

(That place didn't look like an inn to me.)

The trivial question that came to mind was swept away by Comte's stern expression and his next question.

Comte: "Did Drake forcefully attack you?"

(Ah…)

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: “Don’t come any closer!!”

Drake: “Of all days, why now?”

Drake: “Get out of my face, Mitsuki.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

I remembered Drake's appearance at that moment.

(If I think about it, it might have been forceful.)

It was so sudden, and I couldn't even say anything, but...

Mitsuki: "Even though Drake was overcome by his urge to drink blood, he tried to keep me away, but I still approached him."

Mitsuki: "I was surprised to be bitten, but I accepted it willingly. So it wasn't forceful."

Comte: "I see."

He responded and softened his expression.

Comte: "I was thinking that if Drake scared you, I would have to figure out how to deal with it because living under the same roof might be difficult from now on."

(So he was genuinely worried.)

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Comte. Um, is Drake okay?"

Mitsuki: "He looked like he was in a lot of pain back then."

Sebastian: "After returning to the mansion, he seems to be back to his usual self. He's currently in his room."

Mitsuki: "That's a relief."

Recalling the pained eyes I saw while being bitten, I asked Comte.

Mitsuki: "Can I see him?"

I heard a knock on the door.

I answered “Come in”, and the person I was waiting for showed up.

Drake: “Mitsuki.”

Drake sat on the chair next to the bed and peered at my face.

Drake: “Are you feeling okay?”

Mitsuki: “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not dizzy anymore.”

Mitsuki: “Thank you for bringing me back to the mansion.”

He slightly furrowed his eyebrows as I expressed gratitude.

Drake: “You don’t need to thank me.”

Drake: “Sorry for attacking you.”

I shook my head lightly as he bowed his head.

Mitsuki: “It’s fine. More importantly, are you okay? You seemed off yesterday.”

Drake: “The bloodlust has subsided. If it hadn’t, they wouldn’t have let me in here.”

Mitsuki: “That’s not all, though.”

Mitsuki: “I saw you fighting in the street yesterday.”

I remembered what happened yesterday and hesitated a little.

He displayed overwhelming strength, taking down the men who attacked him one by one like a completely different person.

Drake pondered for a moment and let out a sigh.

Drake: "It looks like deceiving you won't work."

Drake: "I rarely talk about it to anyone, but on a full moon, I become like that."

Drake: "I get impulsive, and it's hard to control my instincts."

(Come to think of it, yesterday was a full moon.)

The moon was said to influence human emotions, much like the tides.

I guess what happened to him was an extension of that.

Drake: "Because I lose control, I used to be feared by both enemies and allies."

Mitsuki: "So, did you disappear from the mansion without anyone noticing to ensure our safety?"

Drake: "……..."

Drake: "Well, yeah. I can't let everyone know about it."

He muttered in a low voice, seemingly reluctant to touch on the matter.

Mitsuki: "I see. Thank you for telling me, Drake."

Although he might have revealed this because he bit me, I couldn't help but feel a little happy that he chose to confide in me about his hidden circumstances.

At that moment, he reached his hand toward me.

He brushed aside the hair that hung over my shoulder and gazed at the marks on my neck.

Drake: "The bite marks will probably linger for a while."

(Ah...)

His gaze focused on me, and his fingertips lightly touched my skin.

Just that simple contact brought back the intoxicating euphoria from last night, making me blush.

Drake: "Mitsuki? Sorry, did that hurt?"

Mitsuki: "No, it's not that. I, um, just remembered something."

He gave me a puzzled look, and I felt even more embarrassed.

Mitsuki: "I didn't know being bitten would make me feel like that."

Drake: "Yeah. The one getting bitten feels good."

Drake: "After a momentary pain, they are overwhelmed by a numb pleasure."

Drake: "Last night, you were making such sweet sounds that I've never heard before."

(He remembered that!?)

My face was probably as red as the setting sun.

Just like the time he put the earrings on me, he brushed my hair behind my ear, and his gaze became intense.

Drake: "Did you feel it?"

Mitsuki: "........."

Once again, my face turned hot.

He wasn't teasing me but simply looking straight at me, which only fueled my embarrassment.

Mitsuki: “Don’t ask me things like that.”

Drake: “Haha! Sorry. You really haven’t been bitten by anyone, huh?”

Drake: “Sorry for taking your first.”

He let out a wry smile and sat back in the chair.

Drake: “Hey, why did you hold me when I bit you?”

Suddenly, he asked me.

Drake: “You must have been scared of me. So why?”

He frowned as if he were facing an unsolvable puzzle, making it seem like he didn’t have the missing piece from the start.

Mitsuki: “Yeah. I was scared because it felt like you weren’t yourself.”

Mitsuki: “But you seemed in so much pain that I wanted to do something to help you.”

If there was anything I could do for him, even just a little, I would. That's why I wrapped my arms around his back and accepted his fangs.

Mitsuki: “I couldn’t and didn’t want to push you away.”

Mitsuki: “I didn’t want to betray you.”

Drake: “..........”

Drake’s eyes widened in surprise.

Drake: “Even though you were being attacked, you still showed compassion for your attacker.”

Drake: “You’re scared, yet you don’t want to betray me. You really are...”

Mitsuki: “A softy?”

Drake: “Hey.”

I teased him about what he often said, and he chuckled softly.

Drake: “You’ve done me a big favor.”

Mitsuki: “It’s not a favor. It’s just something I wanted to do, so don’t worry about it.”

Drake: “No, I want to worry about it because I want to.”

He looked straight into my eyes.

Drake: “Next time, it’s my turn. If something happens to you, I will definitely help. I promise.”

(Drake...)

His clear aquamarine eyes conveyed a sincerity that went beyond words.

Mitsuki: "Yeah. You won't betray me. I believe in you."

Mitsuki: "It's our promise, okay? Like a pirate's code."

Drake: "Yeah, okay."

A while ago, we echoed each other's words by the Seine River and exchanged smiles.

The sense of distance that seemed uncertain somehow returned to its usual closeness.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki. I'll leave this with you. Keep it as a charm."

Mitsuki: "A charm? Wait, what?"

I widened my eyes at what he gave me.

The beautifully decorated object, reflecting a golden light, was none other than the gun Drake usually carried at his side.

Drake: "It's for self-defense. Because you're always getting yourself into trouble."

Mitsuki: "I can't accept something like this. I don't even know how to use it!"

Mitsuki: "Besides, isn't this your precious weapon?"

Drake: "Yeah, yeah, it's precious, so take good care of it."

Drake wrapped his hands around mine, holding the gun.

Drake: "Even just pointing it at someone can be intimidating. I'll teach you how to shoot, so use it if you need to, even if it's against me."

(What?)

Mitsuki: "What do you mean by that?"

Drake: "There might be a situation like yesterday where I end up attacking you, little fawn."

He flashed a mischievous smile, so I lightheartedly responded, asking him not to tease me.

Even though I only caught a glimpse, his eyes didn't seem like he was joking at all.

Drake left Mitsuki's room and looked up outside the hallway window.

Drake: "Consider this as a deal."

Drake: "It's uncomfortable to leave a debt unpaid, so I'm just returning the favor."

If that were the case, there would've been no need to say "promise".

He muttered this in his mind and left the place.

The moon, which changed its shape every day like the human heart, shone on his back.

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