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marikosenwrites · 3 months

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

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

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

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

(starts under the cut!)

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ dazai osamu

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

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

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

୨୧ likes preparing you first (using his skilled fingers)

୨୧ when you're all wet he just invites himself

୨୧ pm!dazai would have done gunplay occasionally

scenario:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"shall the show officially begin, now?"

‧₊˚⋅📃✎��..𖥔 ݁ edogawa ranpo

୨୧ into foodplay is the first thing i'll say

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

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

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

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

୨୧ loves when you top him

scenario:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"let's begin round two."

‧₊˚⋅📃✎ᝰ..𖥔 ݁ nakahara chuuya

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

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

୨୧ doesn't really have kinks

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

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

୨୧ loves giving oral

scenario:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"'s that so?" he smiled.

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

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seung-mong · 9 months

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shoot to kill - bangchan

includes: ex (?) bf! chan x fem reader, ANGST idk im in the mood to break hearts ig, fluff at the end, soft smut, mostly chan reassuring and praising reader

"alright fuck, then maybe we should just take a break."

the words leave chan before he can really think about it, hanging in the air like a knife that's been thrown and stops midair, your gaze ice cold and freezing it in it's track.

"really. thats your solution? a fucking break?" you scoff, your (chan's) shirt that usually hangs loosely suddenly suffocating you, wrapping you in a snake-like grip and making your head feel like you're going to explode.

"yea, i just dont think us being together is good for us anymore."

chan has a bad habit. he says shit he doesnt mean, blames the anger that builds in his chest and spits out words he knows will hurt. because thats what he wants to do. he knows its wrong, fucked even. the way he wants you to hurt the way he hurts.

"christopher."

its a plea. take it back, please. you stand there in front of him, defenseless. the way his full name falls off your tongue sounds wrong. it's devoid of all the emotions you'd usually call him with. where's the gentleness, the softness you usually regard him with?

"maybe we just.. need to stay away from each other right now." chan's voice is steady, betraying the way his insides seem to shake, he's not sure if he's shivering from the cold, or the way your eyes seem to look at him as if you're seeing him for the first time.

"you can't be serious." it hurts to speak, your words squeezing out of you as you struggle to breathe, tears freely flowing.

he should turn this around. surrender. no, he isn't serious. he's so stupid and he loves you and he's just so hurt by what you said a while ago and he's tired and- "i'll sleep at changbin's tonight."

your chest hurts, physically feels like its being ripped apart as you stare at your lover with empty eyes. "thats your solution? to run away? over such a stupid-"

"stupid?" chan laughs hollowly, running a hand through his hair, feeling all the anger rise in him again. "it isn't stupid, y/n. you're the one who keeps running away. you're the one who keeps pushing away this conversation every single time i bring it up." he's raising his voice now, can see how tense his body is from the reflection on the glass window.

"you're asking me to pick up my whole life and move to seoul with you. this isn't some silly request like asking me to pick where to eat for dinner, it's my whole fucking life, chris!" you raise yours in response, taking a step closer to him.

"that's what i did for you! i dont understand it, y/n. i moved to chicago. for you. picked up my whole fucking life and moved because i loved you. so why can't you fucking do that for me? this is my work, y/n." he takes a step, towering over you.

"no, don't twist it like that. we made plans, chan. we talked about it for months. it wasn't some spontaneous decision. we both wanted this-"

"well maybe i dont want this anymore."

oh.

...

"you don't mean that."

...

"channie? please. you don't mean that." your voice is breaks, shaky as you step away from him, clutching at your chest.

he can feel guilt eat at his stomach as he watches you, whole body shaking as sobs rack through your frame. he needs to apologize, he knows it. but you've hurt him too.

"i just... i need a break, y/n."

you sink into the couch behind you, shaking your head when chan hesitantly approaches you, kneeling on the floor in front of you. he places a hand on your knee, and his chest tightens when you flinch away from him.

"love-"

"don't." you spit the word out, refusing to even look at him.

"love, please-"

"a break's what you want? you fucking have it. tell changbin to expect you." you push his arm away when he makes a move to reach for you. you unfurl yourself from the couch, stepping aside from the man who holds your heart, ignoring his calls of your name as you walk into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you.

sleep comes quickly when you cry yourself to sleep, curled into a ball in your bed, heart empty as the overwhelming scent of chan sticks to his pillows. you faintly hear the soft click of the front door, and then complete silence.

it's hard to remember how you fell asleep, almost as if there was a smooth transition from sobbing heavily into your pillow and breathing into a deep sleep. your head is pounding when your eyes open, puffy and sore from your tears. your throat is dry, stomach aching, and heart heavy.

there's a chance chan will never sleep beside you again.

you push aside the bitter feeling, letting out a painful groan when you stretch your limbs, swinging your feet off your bed. the floor is cold, and you have to tiptoe to the bathroom to freshen up.

you look as horrible as you feel. you try not to spend too much time looking at yourself.

the thought of spending your whole day alone in your big apartment makes you uneasy, part of you wishing you could stay cooped up in your room forever. but you know deep down that's not what's truly bothering you, not when the uncertainty eats at you from the inside.

how is he?

is he thinking about you?

why hasn't he messaged you?

...... is it really the end?

you walk to the door, taking a deep breath as tears brim just below your waterline, promising to be productive today, and not to wallow in self pity all day. your scream leaves you before you can register what exactly is sitting by front of your door, large frame leaning against the door toppling over in his sleep.

"what the hell!" you scream, heart suddenly beating too fast at your liking as you finally take the scene in.

"baby?" chan's voice is croaky, as if his throat had been scratched raw. he's still wearing the clothes from last night, shoulder leaning against the doorframe before you swung the door open, causing him to lose balance.

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you sigh, guilt tugging at your heart when chan stands up, groaning and rubbing at his back.

"i- i didn't...."

you stare at him in silence, unable to control the way your brows furrow in anger. he stares back at you, lips suddenly going dry when he sees the way that you look at him, as if he was a bother.

"i thought you went to bin's." you push past him, heading straight to the kitchen as if you had no worry in the world, pretending to busy yourself with dishes despite there not being a single dish in the sink.

"i..... i couldn't leave you." his voice cracks as he takes another step toward you. you turn your back to him, denying him of your attention as you pretend to busy yourself with breakfast, pulling open drawers and taking out pots.

"wow. that's rich." your voice is laced with pure venom when you bite back, sinking deep into chan's heart as he shuffles awkwardly to stand by the kitchen counter.

"you locked the door."

you only hum in response.

"i.... i tried to go in, thought i'd apologize to you but.... it was locked."

"yea. you don't really expect anyone to go in your room when you're on a break."

the silence is heavy on your shoulders, but you know if you say any more the tears will start pouring. you're too mad at chan to break down in front of him, pride and ego wrestling as you maintain your unbothered facade, working your way around him as if his presence meant nothing to you.

"i turned down the job offer last night."

you drop the spatula you were holding in your hand, letting it clank against the metal pot.

"you what?" you finally turn to face him, disbelief etched onto your face.

you finally soften when you see chris mere feet away from you, eyes red and puffy a sign that he had been crying too. his hair is a mess, and his clothes from last night look rumpled, as if he had been restless all night.

"i- you have to know, my love. i will always choose you, nothing else. i was stupid and-"

"christopher, i never said no." you feel irritation rise in you again, but you take another step closer to your lover. "i never said i didnt want to go. i needed time to think, chris. time. to process. and now you've turned down your dream job and i-"

"i know, i know." chris reaches out to you, letting out what you think is a breath of relief when you dont push him away as he wraps his fingers around your wrists. "but i.... this job, it's going to be demanding and i'm constantly going to have to move and.... look, chicago is your home." he raises a hand to cup your face, wiping away the stray tear that had slipped down your cheek.

"and seoul is yours." you argue back.

"no, you are."

you let out a sob at that, allowing yourself to fully melt into chan's warm embrace. he immediately scoops you into his arms, pressing your face into his chest as he kisses the top of your head repeatedly, patting your hair down.

"it doesnt matter what im doing or where i am, as long as you're there." chan starts to choke up, pulling your face away to properly look you in the eyes. "i dont know what the future holds for me, love. all i know is that i want you by my side. in ten, twenty, thirty years." he plants soft kisses all over your face as you sniffle.

"but i- i feel so bad. i dont want to stop you from doing what you want." you groan, but chan simply giggles lovingly at you.

"i dont want you to think that, i dont even think that. its just a job, y/n. its not even a job i really want. it pays well yea, but it's not something id drop everything for. especially not you." he wipes away the tears that are still falling, cooing at you when you hiccup.

"i love you, chan. i'm so sorry." you sob, pushing your face into his shirt.

"don't apologize. i should be the one saying sorry. i was such a dick last night, i-" he sighs, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "you know i dont mean what i say, right?"

god he hopes you say yes, he prays to any god, even those he doesnt believe in that you know he never means those things. he doesnt think theres anything worse than the possibility that you could actually think he doesnt want you or a life with you.

"i- i know. but... still hurts when you say it." you sniif, wiping away your tears with the back of your hand.

chan pulls away to look down at you. "i know, my love. im sorry. i'll work on that, i promise. can't stand it when you're sad. i hate knowing im the one who hurts you." he leans down to kiss you, the salty taste of your tears making his chest hurt.

"let me love on you, yea? let me take care of you baby, please."

you nod, jumping up when chan taps at your thighs. he catches you, wrapping his hands around your thighs as he carries you to your bedroom. "need to feel you," you sigh when chan gently places you on the bed.

he stands in between your spread legs, quickly throwing off his hoodie and letting it fall to the floor, leaving him half naked. he leans down to hover over you, lips instantly finding yours in a messy, heated kiss. his hands find their way under your shirt, tips of his fingers grazing your underboob.

"wanna fuck you in my shirt." chan hums against your cheek, squeezing your sides when you squirm against him.

"wanna feel your skin on mine though, please baby?" you beg, holding onto chan's shoulders as he kisses down your chest. he hums in agreement, rolling his shirt off so it sits on top of your breast.

"i'll give you whatever you want, baby. just ask me. promise i'll give it to you, i'll take care of you." he presses soft kisses across your stomach and chest all the while, only pulling away to lift the fabric off you. chan eyes you hungrily, only dressed in your underwear.

"you're the most beautiful girl ive ever seen, my love. so perfect for me." he sighs, fingers tangling in your hair as he kisses you deeply.

"want your pants off, need to feel all of you." you whine, fingers already flying to undo his pants.

"such a good girl, using your voice. you know id do anything you asked." he hums, kicking everything off until he lays bare against you, cock already hard as it rubs against your thigh.

"enough with the teasing, channie. need you in me."

"there's no rush, baby." chan hums, fingers dipping down to see how wet you are, surprised to find you already soaking.

"huh. guess she was crying for me too, hmm?"

you lightly slap at his shoulder, fighting the scolding smile that threatens to paint your face. "just put it in already, please."

"hmm. since you asked so nicely." he kisses your cheek, lips still against your skin as he pushes in you, holding your legs as par apart as he can. your breath catches in your throat at the feeling of him stretching you, fingers digging onto his broad back as he settles deep within you.

"feel good?" he asks, pillowy lips trailing across your face.

"so deep- love you, channie." you babble, and chan can't help but giggle. he presses his bare chest against yours, feeling satisfied when every inch of his skin is met with your own. his hands find yours, interlocking them before he dips down to kiss you on the lips.

"lets go slow, kay baby? need to feel all of you. every inch." he coos, hips slowly pulling back before he sinks back in, keeping the same torturously slow pace.

you whin when it starts to get too much and yet not enough at the same time, heels digging into his lower back to push him in quicker everytime he pulls out. "please, channie. need it faster."

"greedy," chan tuts, rubbing his nose against your jawline. "but, what my love wants, she gets."

his pace starts to pick up, lewd sounds of skin against skin filling up the room aside from the occassional moan you let out. chan grunts against your ear, letting out deep sighs and high pitched whimpers everytime you clench around him or reach up to kiss at his neck.

"m close," you whine, throwing yoru arm around your lover's neck to pull him closer. he easily complies, keeping the same rhythm as you press yourself against him.

"wanna feel you cum, baby. wanna feel that pretty pussy clench around me." he groans, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles on the bud.

you let out a silent scream when you cum, legs shaking against chan's waist as he fucks you through your high, letting out a breathy whimper when he feels how tight you've become.

"fuck! love you so much, channie." you sob.

that's what pushes him over the edge, shooting his load deep inside you as his hips stutter, groaning lowly with every thrust. he buries his face into the crook of your neck as you hold him, back sweaty from all the movement.

your breathing seems to sync as you both calm down, chan's hands rubbing up and down your sides as yours curl into his hair, holding him snuggly against you.

"i love you more than anything, y/n." chan suddenly breathes against your neck. he pulls away to look at you, and your breath catches in your throat when you see his eyes are brimming with tears.

"channie?" you pout, gently carressing his cheeks with your thumb. he leans into your touch, quickly kissing the palm of your hand before he nuzzles into it.

"don't wanna lose you. hurts so fucking much just thinking about it."

you're caught off guard by his sudden vulnerability, but you coo at him all the same. "you won't lose me, baby. we'll get through everything." you promise, heart squeezing when his tears start to fall.

"almost did. hate myself so much for hurting you." he sniffs, quickly wiping away his tears.

"baby, listen to me, okay?" you sigh. you try to sit up to look at him better, but chan whines, resting his head in between your chest and tightening his hold around your body. you giggle at him, hands quickly finding its way to his hair as you play with it. "you won't lose me. we just gotta... talk through everything, okay?"

"but i hurt you.... i dont think when i get mad. say things i dont mean."

"and you said you'd work on it. i trust you." he lifts his head up so he looks up at you, chin resting on your stomach.

"i love you. i hope you believe me when i say that. honestly, i dont think those three words can even begin to describe how i feel for you." he sighs, pinching at your side.

you giggle at him, thinking back to how he called you his home.

you push away the curls that cover his eyes, smiling down sweetly at him. "i know what you feel for me channie." you reassure him, pulling him up by the shoulders so he hovers directly above you.

"'s exactly what i feel for you, my beautiful boy." you coo, pulling him down for a kiss.

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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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ok ik i said I'd stop bothering you but here's the fic !!

aether x amab!gn!reader <3

cw : angst to comfort(?), handholding while fucking :( <3, cumming inside of aether cause i said so!!, uses of the word cock, also crying. he is a crier, i stand my ground!1!1!!!11! also probably some other stuff idk im tired

was too lazy to format this tbh,, also this takes place after he gets tied into saving inazuma. didn't proofread, we die like real men /hj

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Aether walked into your shared room in his teapot, eyes angry and tired. He saw you sitting up, book in hand, and he assumed you didn't hear him enter. That is until he hears you pat the spot on the bed next to you.

"Tell me Aether, love, what's got you so worked up already?"

timeskip🫠

"A-and then Paimon— UNGH! [Y/N]--" He moaned out, tears swelling up in his eyes as he continued to bounce on your cock.

"She what, love?" You cooed, running your hands through his hair.

"She managed t-to hiccup get me tied into all this nat- mmph-- nation s-saving stuff ag-gain... I don't want.. to.." He sobbed as he came again, his eyes rolling up and hot tears dripping down his face.

"Mmm.. I see. You should learn how to say no more often, you seem to be overworking yourself." You whispered in his ear.

"Do me a favor, be a good boy, and take breaks. I don't care what breaks you take, infact, we can do things like this—" You tugged his hair a little, making him whine and tighten around you— "during them. You've worked so hard for things that don't really help you out on your journey just to help people. You deserve a reward," You whispered into his ear pulling him impossibly closer.

"What do you think, my beautiful little prince?"

"mmmgh..." He moaned, leaning close to you, and you smiled, untangling your hand from his hair and down to his hand. You intertwined them and started bouncing Aether harder on your cock.

He moaned, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out as you hit everywhere he loved and more.

You both could feel yourselves getting closer to your high, and soon enough, you did.

"HNGGGHH! [Y/N]!—" He cried, feeling you fill him up just the way he loved it.

"Shhh now, my love, you did so well. Rest now." You whispered, pulling him onto your chest softly, and his free arm wrapped under your arm and onto your shoulder.

"I love you, [Y/N]... so please take care of yourself too.." He said, his eyes slowly closing.

You chuckled, running your hand through his hair again, "I will. I love you too, Aether."

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aether :((( <333

AETHER!!1!!1!1!!1!!!1

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kiestrokes · 7 months

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i like had this thought in the back of my head of like what ateez would be like with an S/O who has a physical illness bcs i actually have one which causes a lot of pain to my bones and i'm like in a constant state of pain and discomfort, been going on for about 12 years HELL YA ✊🏻, if i don't keep up on my meds (currently don't have the proper meds so it only tides me over for a little while-) then im basically fucked so IDK i feel like there isn't a lot of stuff written about this kind of stuff (im a sucker for shit i hardly ever am able to read abt) ALSO IM NOT 100% SURE IF YOUR REQS WERE OPEN BCS I DIDNT SEE ANYTHING POSTED ABT IT SO- YA- if you don't want to write it obviously you don't have to !! no pressure at all lovely

ATEEZ Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition | SFW

Pairing: ATEEZ x Gender Neutral!Reader/You/Yn Rating: SFW Genre: fluff, slice of life, headcanons, imagines, scenarios. Warnings: chronic illness + immunocompromised talk.

🗝️ Note: Hey atiny anon! You actually asked the right person; I have fibromyalgia combined with a few other annoying chronic illnesses. Because you can't just have one 😓 I hope that you can find a decent fucking doctor and get on the proper medication soon. That's the biggest part of the struggle, finding a physician that will listen and is competent enough. I hope this was enough, I tried to assign each member a caring task that I felt fit them! Has not been beta-ed.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

Seonghwa

He’s here to help you prevent all the chronic pain that he can. Booking you massage visits. Trips to the hot springs. All the arnica rubs. Silly little games the two of you play, to keep your mind off the pain and depression spirals. His favorite is seeing who can build their new Lego set the quickest. Hwa is the biggest advocate for you, he would never return a dish at the restaurant when its wrong. But he will fight for you at every appointment, every pharmacy, wherever you need him to. Because he knows you've grown tired of fighting all the time.

Hongjoong

HJ's specialty is flexibility. You have a sudden burst of energy? He’s down to go explore that new pop-up market with you. You’ve come down with a bout of bone numbing pain? That’s cool, you’re getting changed into comfy clothes and piled up on the couch. Swaddled in your heating pad with all the snacks. Where he falls asleep on your shoulder. HJ never gets frustrated with your rapid change in mood or plans. Nothing but the most understanding partner you could ever have asked for, and boy is he so cute and snuggly when dozing on you. Small hands seeking your face for drowsy kisses that soothe your aches just a smidge.

Yunho

The quiet presence, the one who knows what you need before you say it. Passing you tissues, making you a cup of tea and most importantly holding you so that you can cry. Shedding angry tears about how frustrated you are with your own body for betraying you. For feeling weak. For missing out on things. He's gently calming every frayed nerve in your brain. Reassuring you that you're exactly where you need to be in this moment, and he will bring all of the fun to you. And he does, in small, manageable doses.

Yeosang

His way of caring for you is through caring for your outside. All the skin masks, hair treatments, skin softening lotions because if you feel cruddy, at least he can make you feel cute and comfortable. They do heal though, in their own way. The extra moisture of the humidifier and every cream and essence he buffs into your skin helps keep some of the aches away. Subsiding the itchiness of the nerve pain, just a little. And you can’t get over how cute Yeosang looks in each animal themed headband or with his hair tied back into teeny space buns or how nice his hands feel every time they glide over your skin.

San

Where Yunho is quietly attentive, San is passionately attentive. You cry, he cries (while holding you). Quite literally your pain, is his pain and he’s here to be with you through each step. No judgment is ever passed when he has to pick up your extra chores around the house. Because to him, that is the smallest act of service he can perform for you. San is the one who wishes he could take on your pain, that he could fight it and destroy it and it pains him that he cannot. So he will simply have to do everything else.

Mingi

He thrives on making you laugh and smile through tough days, because he understands feeling burdensome. Mingi never wants you to feel that way, he wants to make sure you verbally know that your presence is needed and welcome. His favorite thing is cuddled up in bed with you wrapped in your heated blanket watching shows. You looking so small in his arms, giving him the feeling of protecting something. He reassures you constantly, because he himself seeks constant reassurance. Mingi never tires of this, he will reaffirm every single self deprecating thought with a compliment even on his worst days.

Wooyoung

He cares for you with his skinship, which is incredibly healing. His happy heartbeat encourages yours. His strong hands make you feel loved and needed. Who would cuddle him if not you? Woo often reminds you, whispering the phrase into your ear as he traces his nails through your hair, or while rhythmically drawing circles on your spine. Making you float into dream land and anchoring you in the moment with him at the same time. Woo also loves making you whatever dish you’re craving, knowing you need energy to fight off fatigue and pain. And cooking is one of his many, many love languages.

Jongho

Needing to hoard all the extra rest you can get; you seek out solace at Jongho’s place for nap time. Jongho has taken notice, he’s also taken inventory as to which blankets of his you prefer, the pillows that keep you asleep the longest, what temperature you prefer the room to be based on what you’re wearing. All your favorite snacks before or after. New blackout curtains. He’s made his place your ultimate nap zone. New heated blankets. Duplicates of your fave lounge wear and socks. And he takes his payment in cuddles. Holding you tightly in his bed or sprawled on the couch. Sometimes he falls asleep himself and flips you onto your back to bury into your side like a full-sized teddy bear.

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littledollll · 1 year

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Hii can i request r experiencing a subdrop and the next time larrisa and r has a rough scene, r stays in subspace during aftercare like calling Larissa mistress/ma'am still and being all spacey and Larissa gently non-sexually doms her idrk how to explain it but yeah personally it helps me prevent subdrops because Im eased out of my subspace haha

Anyway I feel like Larissa would be so soft and sweet about it like if r didn't want to sleep, Larissa would whisper reassurances like r is her good girl and r is so pretty for her and so on

HHHHHHH I'd kill for the fluffiness

Beautiful one

Larissa weems x reader

A/n: Idk if this is any good but I tried, I’m open to criticism and I’m always down for doing re-writes

Warnings: brief description of a tiny bit of subdrop but nothing else, comfort comfort comfort, non-sexual D/S, after care, fluff

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Your cries are something Larissa has grown quite used to, the tears escaping your eyes when you lost yourself in pleasure. Whines and mindless babbles when your mind felt so fuzzy you could barely get a word out.

But not this, never like this. How you’d cling to her yet flinch at any slight movement, the chills that she could feel in her hold, the sobs that racked through your body that seemed never ending.

That was the very first and last time you experienced such a difficult subdrop with Larissa, she swore it would never happen again.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

“Breathe my love, breathe.” Her words would’ve went unheard from the tone of her voice had she not been right next to you. You obeyed, of course.

Larissa hummed in approval watching your breathing calm. “Good darling, you’re being so good.” Your spacey mind had you giddy at the praise and you held your arms out reaching for her.

“Two seconds my darling.” You knew it was clean up time just like after every scene, though it never stopped you from whining and pouting at her. “Be good.”

Just as promised Larissa was gone and back in two seconds, she was gentle cleaning you up, using various wash cloths for different areas, she laid kisses over your clean skin after she was done and you hummed, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Alright beautiful, drink up.” She handed you a cup of water, and went off to throw the cloths in the wash.

Routine. You knew every step that went after the other, there was never a moment where you stressed about it since the very first time she guided you through it. She would litter kisses across your skin, telling what she was going to do, and what you needed to do. Which was mostly consisted on doing nothing other than just laying pretty and being patient.

She happily complied to your earlier silent request when she came back, arms coming to wrap around and you hid your face in her shoulder with a giggle. “How do you feel my darling?”

Her soft hands trailing your skin, drawing patterns and some times tracings words you could barely make out. You hummed, nuzzling into her neck. “Words, my love.” She reminded you with a light squeeze.

“m sorry ma’am. I feel really good, tired too..” she could tell, clearly. Placing a sweet kiss on your cheek she laid back with you on top of her and you immediately cuddled up to her side.

“I think you should get some sleep then, my love.” You whined yet again. Her hand came up to play with your hair, successfully getting you to quiet down and close your eyes.

Larissa smiled at that, how easy just a little bit of extra comfort swayed you. You heard her soft voice yet again, “Come on pretty one, you’re exhausted, I’m right here if you need me. get some well deserved rest, my good girl.”

Now why would you ever disobey Larissa, specially when it came to such an easy task.

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #wednesday larissa weems #gwendoline christie #larissa weems fluff #principal weems x reader #principal weems fluff #larissa weems wednesday #larissa weems nevermore #larissa weems x reader

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mari-the-bimbo · 2 years

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Bro, you got me OBSESSED with dormmate Sukuna (I read it all in one go)! You're so talented, god fucking dammit I love your writing!

I do have a request though but please feel free to say no if you don't like it, but I'm a thirsty bitch for some angst so could you make a dormmate Sukuna where he gets into an argument with the reader and say some mean stuff in the heat of the moment and she leaves? Like, she takes the car as leves, vanishing without saying another word and he doesn't know if she's okay or anything like that, and you can finish with some fluff idk I just had this idea while taking a shower lmao

Dorm mate Sukuna: the storm brewing

A/N: Is it even a series if I don’t randomly add angst before the confessions? 😼Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy! <3

“Oh boy” Yuuji sighed as he exited the dorm. He knew the storm was coming, Yuuji already heard the news about Sukuna beating up one of your male friends and as he watched you make your way over to Sukuna, he knew it was best to stay out of the incoming mess.

“- you can’t just beat people up Sukuna, all he did was talk to me”

The tatted, unbothered dorm mate shakes his head. “Everyone knows he’s a fuckboy y/n, it’s not that deep”

“No he’s not Sukuna. And he wasn’t even flirting with me! He was asking about my day because he’s my frie-“

“Aren’t you the one always complaining those college boys annoy you? Shouldn’t you be thanking me?” He asks dryly as he takes a puff of his cigarette tiredly.

“No Sukuna! I won’t thank you for beating up of friend of mine!” You snap.

Sukuna is stunned into silence. Then a crease formed in his eyebrows, why were you getting so defensive? Can you not just have some trust that he did it for a good reason and leave him alone?

But that was the problem. Sukuna himself knew there was no good reason.

Only a bad reason. The reasoning of him wanting to kill any man that looks your way lately. The reason that repressing his romantic feelings for you was starting to consume whatever pieces of sanity he had left.

“Why did you do it?”

Why did he do it? Because he doesn’t know how to process his feelings for you? It confused him, frustrated him and your insistence was only driving him more mad. He needed to be alone and figure it out. Your questions started to sound like a headache.

But he wasn’t the only one going mad. Rage filled your body as you watched your dorm mate ignore you and groan as he rubbed his head instead. It’s almost as if he saw your feelings as irrelevant. If only you knew the real reason.

“Sukuna hello???”

He squeezed his eyes shut trying to cancel out your voice, it’s the last thing he needed right now. God please just stop-

“Sukuna im asking you a question!”

“AND IM ASKING YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He roars, throwing his cigarette on the kitchen floor.

Now it was your turn to be stunned into silence.

“YOU’RE SUCH A FUCKING WHORE YOU KNOW THAT? I HELP DRIVE THOSE BASTARDS AWAY FROM YOU AND YOU COME BACK CRYING LIKE A BITCH NOW THAT YOU CANT GET THEIR ATTENTION ANYMORE” he screams.

Silence fell upon the room. All that could be heard is Sukuna heavy panting after his string of vile words. Vile words that he knew weren’t true.

You stare at the man in front of you. You don’t see your loving, manly dorm mate who you have feelings for, just a selfish, violent man. And suddenly you realised you didn’t want to be in a room with such a man.

Before you turned away, you saw the instant guilt in his red eyes as he watched a tear fall from your eyes, but it was too late.

“Y/n-“

“Save it”

And those were the last words Sukuna heard from you as you left the dorm without a word.

Sukuna slumped back into the chair in defeat at the sound of the door. What has he done?

Rough fingers pulled his dishevelled pink hair in frustration as his mind flashed pictures of your teary eyes.

Sure, he’s made you cry before, whether it was pulling your hair, or eating your food, but never heartbreak. Never that. He was supposed to be your hero, not the villain. He was tired of being the villain. For once he was just supposed someone’s beloved. But now he ruined that too.

He wasn’t going to look for you, he’s done enough damage already. He always knew he wasn’t good enough for you. Today he proved it.

To think all of this could’ve been prevented if only Sukuna understood love.

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slvt4elliew · 4 months

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in a good way (1)

"i didn't know that i was capable of being happy right now...but you showed me how."

cw: angst, mentions of death/su!c!de, mentions of self-harm, marijuana usage, drinking, explicit language, slow burn (im so sorry), panic attack(??), dad joke near the end, idk what else

a/n: this isn't really my first time writing angst (not on here) buttttt im still nervy. idk how to feel. i spent a dumb amount of time on this and it still sucks!! this series is also gonna be long so i apologize. but its necessary i promise! i just feel like ppl don't write about ellie falling in love enough. all of it. i wanna see and write all that stupid lovey stuff, from the start. idk how to write so be nice (ori'llcry) also listen to this song i love it sm.

you shoot awake, beads of sweat forming on your forehead and your breath quick. in out in out in out in out. for the past month you've been plagued by nightmares, making you wake up hyperventilating nearly every night. earlier this month marked the one year since your best friend passed away.

lucy meyer, the only person who truly understood you, took her own life last year on november 3rd. there's no word in the entire dictionary to express the pain you constantly felt. you tried so hard to cope, therapy sessions after therapy sessions. nothing helped. nothing could replace the comfort of being with lucy, just knowing she existed used to bring you happiness. lonely wasn't even a good word to describe how you felt, it was so much more than that. you felt so empty without her.

you had been doing "good" before now. you made a few new friends, dina, jesse, abby, and you left your house more. but the sudden reminder of lucy's absence sent you tumbling down again. it had only been a year. how were you meant to live a whole lifetime without her? without your best friend? the dull ache you felt in your chest worsened every day without her.

your eyes stung with tears as you slowly caught your breath. you were sitting up in your, almost overwhelmingly so, cozy bed. your eyes blinked quickly and rapidly, your eyes darting across your pitch black room. you eventually shoved the suffocatingly thick duvet off your body and stood from your queen bed. you lumber over to your bathroom, flickering on the warm lights and squinting from the brightness. you slowly adjust to the nearly blinding light, rubbing your tired eyes.

what you see in the mirror looks like a whole different person. you frown, seeing the dark under eye bags and sunken face. your hair's all frizzy and messed up from the terrible sleep you were having, you flatten it with your hands. your weary eyes glance down at the picture frame that sat on the sink, picking it up to get a better look at the photo in the frame. the photo was one of you and lucy two years ago in june, it was a selfie of you both in a pool. her long and curly black hair was pulled up into a high bun on top of her head. her dark blue eyes store into yours as you examine the photo, making you let out a choked sob as a tear runs down your face.

lucy was always beautiful. she was the most beautiful person you had ever met, inside and out. she had fairly pale skin and soft features. some acne was on her chin and left, rosy cheek. she had fluffy, arched eyebrows with a slit in her left one. you remember the day she put it there. she claimed she wanted to "look more edgy" with a giggle as she lifted the razor to her eyebrow, exposing her slit wrists when her long sleeves accidentally slipped down a little.

you set the picture frame back down and wipe the tears that must've fallen from your face at some point. you didn't exactly remember when they did. you quickly piss and wash your hands before you shut off the light and walk back into your bedroom, flopping onto your warm bed. the time on your phone said 4:24 am in a bright white font. you laid on your back in your bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. you didn't fall back asleep that night.

you were so glad you had no classes today, you rarely had fridays off but you just so happened to today. you were fucking lucky too, having something as drastic as your best friend dying happen and being a busy college student wasn't for the faint of heart. currently, your closest friend at the moment, dina, was dragging you to a party with her boyfriend jesse and one of their friends, ellie, who you've never met.

"damn...i'd hit. seriously though, you look hot." she winks at you after you exit your closet, dressed in a tiny jean skirt and see-through, hot pink, long sleeved shirt. since it was fairly see-through, you could see the pink bra you paired with it underneath.

if you were being honest, you didn't want to go to this stupid fucking party. you wanted to stay home, and maybe cry a little. most of all. you wanted lucy. you needed lucy.

while you fix up your hair for the party, dina's phone buzzes. the message was from jesse, telling her that he was there and ellie was gonna meet you guys there. as you stand, dina gives you a wink and playfully smacks your ass as you roll your eyes and walk out the doorway. walking up to jesse's black jeep ranger, you slide into the back seat and dina sits in the passenger seat, dina mumbling a small "hi, babe" with a giggle. jesse smiles at her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before he turns his attention to you.

"yn! you hoe! i missed you, where've you been!?" jesse practically yells at you, making you flinch slightly before chuckling. you really had missed jesse.

"y'know...i have a mysterious reputation to uphold. gotta go ghost every now and then." you jokingly huff out, looking down at your lap and flattening your jean mini skirt. the words them both chuckle out a small laugh, it was comforting to hear that noise again. but you knew dina knew. she always did.

already feeling nauseous, the car pulled over and parked on the street near the house. the cool night breeze burned your exposed legs, making you shiver slightly. people were spilling out of the front door and sitting on the lawn, most people smoking with a drink in their other hand. the base boosted music could be heard from outside the house, making your head hurt already. you felt sick, you needed a drink or something.

walking past loads of drunk young adults, all three of you make it into the house, finding it fairly crowded. jesse goes off to find a place to sit while you and dina make your way to the kitchen, finding it slightly less crowded. dina poured you both shots, which you downed immediately, cringing as the liquid burned your throat. you perk up when you notice a stack of red solo cups, quickly grabbing one and pouring whatever drinks there was out into your cup, making a brown drink that hurt to swallow.

dina leaves you to find and probably make out with jesse, leaving you alone to babysit your drink. bad idea. you never could drink responsibly, finding it impossible to stop once you've started. the warm feeling that grew in your lower stomach and how your mind melted into mush was unbeatable.

"hey, you were lucy meyer's friend right?" a voice rang from in front of you, urging you to look up at the stranger. it felt like you've been here for an hour, your heels aching from the constant standing. "were". your chin quivered at the reminder of your best friend's permanent absence. you look up at the stranger, blinking away the haze in your eyes.

"uh, yeah...w-why?" you mumble out with a chuckle, tripping over your words. while drunk, everything was funny, letting you feel something good for the first time in a while.

"oh, no reason, you just looked familiar. um...sorry about what happened n' stuff.." and suddenly nothing was funny anymore. it was too crowded, too many people. you found yourself overwhelmed and suddenly you felt like you couldn't breathe. constantly breathing in warm, used air, you thought you might choke.

you don't even reply before stumbling away, almost frantically trying to get to the back door. you elbow your way through the crowds of people, not bothering to apologize to the people who curse at you. you quickly slide open the glass door to try and get fresh air. you plop down on the top step of the back porch and attempt to catch your breath, completely unaware of the person who was sitting beside you, curiously eyeing you up and down.

your elbows rest on your knees, your face in your hands as you try not to cry. maybe you were overdramatic, but just hearing lucy's name made you tear up. still unaware of the girl next to you, you sniffle and huff into your hands. suddenly there was a soft tap on your shoulder, making you jump a little as you pull your face out of your hands, looking over to your left at the mystery person.

"hey, uh...you alright?" the girl asks, scratching the back of her neck. you want the world to swallow you, bury you in a hole to never be found again.

you take a moment to take in her appearance. she had auburn hair that stopped a little above her shoulders, the layers made it almost look like a mullet and it was styled in a half-up half-down bun. she had mossy green eyes, the kind you could easily get lost in. the way her right eyebrow was slightly raised made you notice the small scar through it. you immediately thought of lucy. you wonder how she got it. her face was covered in pretty freckles, clusters of them painting constellations across her face. she had a half-burnt blunt in her left hand, her elbow resting on her bent knee.

you stare at her with wide, teary eyes, mouth slightly agape and seemingly out of breath. you blink a few times before haphazardly wiping your eyes -- trying not to smudge your makeup -- and looking away, looking up at the night sky. "fine... sorry, have you been sitting there this whole time?" you ask, your eyes drifting over to her again.

"kinda, yeah.." she responds with a quiet chuckle, huffing a small laugh through her nose. her smile makes a warm feeling flutter in your stomach. even though you literally just met her, you felt sorta comfortable around her. she had some weirdly nice presence. "you look familiar, what's your name? i'm ellie."

ellie. what a pretty name for such a pretty girl... seriously, she was crazily handsome. wait. suddenly it clicked in your head. "ellie? as in ellie williams or...?" you asked hesitantly, snapping your head to look over at her. she was already looking at you, silently admiring the way the moon hit your face.

"yeah... how'd the fuck you know that?" she asks with a laugh, her eyes narrowing at you. she shifts on the step slightly, turning to face you a little more. your knees almost touch, both of you angled at each other. there's a small smirk playing on her lips, a playful glint in her jade eyes.

her smile makes you dumbly smile as you explain, "dina and jesse told me about you, they really wanted us to meet." you're not sure why you're smiling. there isn't really a reason to smile, especially not when you think about the whole reason you came out here in the first place.

"oh shit! are you y/n?" the blunt in her hand was completely forgotten about. she put it out on the spot next to her on the old wooden steps. she shifted to face you even more, her body nearly completely turned. you did the same. you nod at her, a small smile still on your lips.

you both talk. and talk. and talk. for what feels like hours. strangely enough, being around ellie made you forget about everything. all the shit that went down last year, this dumb fucking party. all of it. you felt sorta free. you didn't think about lucy, about what you two would be doing right now, if she was still here. no. none of that. you're in the present for once in your fucking life. you didn't even think about how cold it was outside, you didn't care.

ellie made you feel free. even though you only just met her. thinking about it too hard made you feel a little crazy. 'you only just met this girl, how do you already feel so good around her?' so you don't think about that either. a loud buzz buzz came from your handbag, pulling you away from the conversation you were having. you open your phone to a text from dina.

dee 🩷: wgere tf r u girl

you: outside

you: r u guys trying to leave?

dee 🩷: yss

dee 🩷: hrry my feeet hurt

you look back over to ellie, frowning. "i gotta go."

"aww, you didn't even get to hear the rest of my cool dad jokes."

"i knowww. this stinks."

"can i at least get your number... y'know, to show you all my cool dad jokes?"

you huff a laugh through your nose and wait for her to pull out her phone. you quickly put in your number as you hear your own phone buzz again. dina was so impatient. you save your contact name as "y/n :)"

"can't wait to hear 'em all!" you joke to her as you walk back into the house.

the drive home was fine. they blasted some pop music dina loved, she screamed along to the lyrics, still plastered. they quickly arrived at your house.

you walk up the carpeted stairs to your apartment room, keys jingling in your hand. as you open the door, you flicker the lights on and kick off your shoes. fuck high heels.

home. a lot of people say "home is where i'm happy." or whatever. but its kinda the opposite for you. home is where you allow yourself to feel, where you think. your mind's not mush anymore, you can think and feel again. and all you feel is hurt. that stupid ache is back. the dull feeling in your chest that just won't budge. at home you feel like you're slowly being sucked into a black hole.

you huff and toss your bag onto the table, phone in your other hand. you shuffle to your bedroom, turning off the main lights and on your bedroom lights. you strip from your uncomfortable clothes and into comfy clothes, sleep shorts and a big t-shirt. you flicker the lights back off and flop onto your big bed, letting the comforters consume you.

you sit there for a few minutes until your phone buzzes. it's a text from ellie. she texted you on your ride home so you already saved her contact.

you stupidly smile at your bright phone screen, shaking your head and turning it back off. you plug it in and set it on your bedside table. you lay back in your bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. your hand reaches up and grabs the necklace you were wearing. it was lucy's. you rub the L shaped charm between your pointer and thumb, turning to lay on your side.

that night you dreamt of green eyes and short, auburn hair.

#the last of us #tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #tlou #tlou ellie #tlou dina #slvt4elliew

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beebotea · 8 months

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☁️ ˖⁺ lonely together — geto suguru

pairing: geto x gn!reader genre: fluff, a smidge of angst word count: 1.8k cw: post hidden inventory arc, reader is referred to as “darling”, morally gray reader, slightly suggestive joke at the end (idk geto insinuates u shower tgt), geto calls non-sorcerers monkeys i.e.: “i can fix him.” nah. he's perfect as he is

“so if youre lonely, no need to show me. if youre lonely, come be lonely with me.”

“suguru!”

you called out from the bottom of the hill, staring up at the entrance to the temple you had seen pictures of in yaga’s office. a board filled with pins and red rope connecting to other pictures related to geto suguru’s disappearance.

the man dressed in monk’s clothing with cascading raven hair done into a half-do stopped and turned towards you.

you noticed how his eyes widened upon seeing you. he looked healthier since you last saw him.

“suguru! did you sleep well last night?”

“it was enough. shouldnt you be preparing for your mission?”

“suguru! i got us some snacks from the bakery on the way home! do you want to try them with me and gojo?”

“no, it’s alright. im going to take a shower and rest in my room. you two go ahead without me.”

“suguru! i havent seen you in days, come out of your room, please? i miss you. everything’s been so boring lately…”

“im a bit tired. i have a mission tomorrow morning. goodnight.”

“suguru. tell me whats wrong… you havent hugged or kissed or even looked at me in weeks.”

“i dont really want to talk about it right now. i need to go soon, y/n.”

“be safe.”

“suguru? so it’s true?”

“it is.”

“youre leaving us?”

“i have to. dont you think we, those who are gifted, deserve more than the reality we live in?”

“what?”

“i want to thank you for worrying about me all this time and trying to make me feel better. i’ll miss you, goodbye, y/n.”

you remember returning to your dorm that day in a daze, tears long dried during your walk home, pondering his last words to you. apparently he’d been a lot more harsh on satoru than with you or shoko in his parting words.

you wanted to hate him for leaving you and everyone behind as if none of it ever mattered. as if everything he’d said to you in the past few years was a lie.

it had always been the four of you. but now, more than ever, you felt alone. you, satoru, and shoko all had a void that no amount of cigarettes or alcohol could fill. nothing could make you forget how warm the world used to be. how beautifully the moon used to glow. how bright the stars used to shine. now, all you could see was the vast darkness in between.

although your time was spent with two others as often as you could make possible, you felt inexplicably lonely.

we deserve more?

for the first few months, you were convinced he’d gone crazy, lost his mind, didn’t know what he was thinking.

but the more missions you took and the more casualties you witnessed, you started to understand what he meant. jujutsu sorcerers walk on a thin sheet of ice separating them from life and death. all the work they do and all the sacrifices they make for nothing more than monetary compensation.

we must protect those who cant protect themselves, satoru had said. but who was there to protect us? you thought in rebuttal.

haibara yu was only 17 when he passed. amanai riko was 14 when she was assassinated. gojo and geto were 18 when they were hunted and barely survived.

was it really all that worth it?

you remembered walking through the next few months of your last year in high school barely responding—as if it all went by in a blur.

nanami dropping out of jujutsu high, gojo mastering his domain expansion, shoko getting into medical school, you receiving your sorcerer’s license. did any of that mean anything if you all just died soon after?

the only thing you could recall clearly from your last year was bejng called to yaga’s office and offered a job as a teacher at the school.

you remember getting a glimpse of his board, filled with intel and pictures noting geto suguru’s activities. you recognized the temple and the trees surrounding it in a picture.

it was near your childhood home in the mountains where an old religious took base.

“i’ll have to decline, principal yaga.”

“dont get me wrong, you’ll still be sent on missions, you wont be cooped up here all the time. you’re a first-grade sorcerer after all—“

“really, principal yaga. i dont want to be a teacher here.”

“y/n?” suguru didnt take his eyes off of you as you bolted up the staircase, wrapping your arms around his shocked body.

“i missed you.” you smiled at him, feeling him instinctively wrap his arms around your waist as you pulled away.

“how did you find me?”

“i have my ways.”

he let out a gentle chuckle, one that youve been wanting to hear so badly for the last 14 months. “of course you do.” he tucked a strand if hair behind your ear, reminding you of the sweet and gentle young man you fell for in the beginning of high school. he took a moment to take in your appearance. he hadn’t seen you in so long and would be lying if he said he didnt miss you as well.

“i missed you too, y/n. why are you here?”

“well—”

“if youre here to convince me to come back. its not going to work.”

“wasnt really planning to.” you shrugged.

“oh?” he raised his brow, taken aback by your response. it was almost as if a weight was taken off his shoulders. it was hard enough to push you away once, a second time would probably break him entirely.

suguru couldnt help but let out a relived sigh, showing you the smile youve been dreaming of since he left. “so if youre not here for that, then i take it youre still sooo in love with me then arent you.”

“hey! im still mad at you, dont act all normal with me just yet.” you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. in all honesty you should be a lot more upset, livid perhaps, by the way he left it all behind. leaving your life without so much as saying ‘i love you’ or even sharing a kiss in the 3 weeks before his sudden rampage driven departure. but the thing was, your mind couldnt seem to care anymore. your tears and anger had long run out the first three months. your grieving had come to an end almost a year ago and now, you couldnt help but just be happy to see him again.

“right. im sorry.” he never took his eyes off of you as he spoke. “i didnt want to leave so abruptly like that. its just— i dont think i could stay in that world and continue to be happy.”

“i don’t completely understand what happened, suguru, but i know how you feel…” he nodded at your reply and began to guide you into the building.

“i wouldnt change anything even if i went back. except, maybe wait for you to come to the same realization. but believe me when i say this, ive always loved you. it just didnt feel right to say anything when i couldnt even love myself.” he said, holding your hand as the two of you walked through the traditional temple halls.

“was it lonely?”

“a little at first. but not so much anymore. ive found a new family and now with you by my side, i think i can finally call it complete.” he smiled at you, stopping by two large doors at the end of the hallway. “i want you to meet them.”

“theyre in there?” he nodded.

two months had passed since you arrived on the doorstep of his temple. two months for you to feel at home and with purpose beside your new family. two months was all it took for you to be completely by his side at all times, not that it was difficult. sure he was a bit more cruel and less kind to non-sorcerers than he had been in the past. but really, who was to blame him?

in any case, you knew that you fell in love with how he treated you and how he made you feel. him being relentlessly kind to others back then had only been a bonus, really. you couldnt care less about how he treated those ungrateful animals anymore anyways.

“y/n-san! geto-san said he’s too busy to take us to the shopping district right now! we really wanted to buy new shoes this weekend.” mimiko pouted at you, bursting into your room without knocking, barreling straight into your arms and sending the brush out of your grasp.

“cant you two wait a little bit longer? then all four of us can go to town together.” you opened your arm to welcome nanako as she dejectedly followed behind her sister.

“y/n’s right you two,” you looked up to see suguru standing at the doorway, fondly smiling at the spectacle before him. “i have maybe three more clients, a shower, and then i can take us all there, alright?”

the girls perked up at his voice, cheering and running over to him.

he took a step back from the running children and held his hands up to stop their advances. “no, no, dont get too close. i still have the monkey smell on me. i cant get you two dirty, now can i?” he looked back up to where you were sitting at the vanity. “y/n, dear.”

“yes, suguru?”

“would you like to help me with my last few clients? its awfully boring without you, you know.”

“do i have to?”

“well, if youre there then i mught be able to finish even earlier than expected and we’ll get to leave sooner too. right girls?” he winked at mimiko and nanako.

they excitedly nodded and begged for you to go with him. “yeah! please, y/n-san! we’ll be good while you’re helping out!”

“alright, alright, fine. i’ll go. but no playing on my phone alright? i bought you two plenty of nice books the last time we went out.”

“we promise!” they pushed you out of your own room and towards geto before slamming the door behind you.

suguru let out a soft chuckle as you walked towards his extended arm and linked your arm with his.

“hmph. using the girls against me. you play so dirty, suguru.”

“well how else would i get what i want darling? and besides, that just means you’ll have to rid of the monkey smell by taking a shower with me.”

“perv.”

the world you lived in had started to feel lonely. those worthy of suguru’s new world were few and far between compared to the vast population of animals surrounding you. but right now, your heart feels full. even if the world outside your paradise is bleak and lonely, the least it could do was to let you stay with your perfect family and be lonely together.

a/n: yeah best reality is when geto is happy and gojo is happy and everyone is happy because no one turned evil… but if evil why pretty? our boy can do no wrong!!

#beebotea*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jjk x reader #suguru geto #jjk season 2 #geto suguru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk geto #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader

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shy4turcs · 10 months

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can you write crouching to your eye level while they cup your chin, wiping your tears, "tell me what i can do for you." "stay." & "I can never get tired of you." with markkk

“Im Here” Mark Estapa

(This is me self projecting 🧍‍♂️I’ve had a shit couple of weeks)

Warning: lose of friendships? Idk Iil Angst but mostly fluff

Life had just not been going good recently, with summer just starting of course you’ve made plans with your girlfriends right? No just two week in both girls had suddenly needed “a break from you” leaving you alone for the first month of summer until tonight when your boyfriend mark was finally coming home from his boys trip.

Mark on the other hand didn’t know about any of this, he was left in the dark with you not wanting to ruin his vacation and feeling guilty as if you weren’t good enough and maybe just like your friends, mark was eventually gonna get tired of you too. Mark took notice to this instantly, he knew you to well to not know if something was up so he grab your favorite candy and flowers before driving down to your house.

Perking your head up to the sound of knocking your tiredly walk over pulling open the door, eyes shooting open at the sight of you boyfriend holding what he had gotten for you with a smile on his face

“Surprising bab-“ mark getting cut off as you jump onto his body almost knocking him over and sighing in relief that he was really there, your eyes slightly getting teary as you finally let go of all the emotions you pent up for the last month.

Mark tighten his arms around you feeling the shift in the mood as he just held you in silence before putting you down to look at you

“I missed you so much Marky” you spoke out in a hushed tone because pulling his face down for a kiss

Mark pulled back and look at you for a minute, “I miss you too lovely, are you okay baby”?

That was the last straw before you broke down leaning against the wall be eventually crumpling down. Mark stood there in shock still clueless to what been going on but then snapping out of it crouching down in front of you, cupping your chin and gently wiping your tears

“Oh baby what happened” he gently spoke

Not ready to talk about you just shook your head no and he took the hit reminding himself to bring up later

“Tell me what i can do for you” he looked at you before pulling you into his arm

“Stay please” you whispered burying your head into his chest, he kissed the top of you head then picked you up and carrying you to bed.

He left you there for a second pulling his shirt off before climbing in next to you pulling you to his chest while he rubbed you back

“If your ready to talk about it I’m ready to listen” he whispered afraid to scare you off again as he looked down at you, you just nodded you head

You spoke about what happened between you and your two friends and how you’ve been alone the passed month and how you were afraid of ruining his trip so you didn’t tell him until now

“I was afraid that just like the girls you were eventually gonna get tired of me that’s why I never said anything I thought it would be easier” you spoke out in between sniffles tears coming to you eyes again

“Oh pretty girl I’m so sorry, I wish you would’ve come to me I hate seeing so upset” he softly spoke pulling you into him even tighter now playing with the ends of your hair

“I can never get tired of you” he whispered as he lifted your face to look at him

“How could I get tired of this beautiful face and your awful dad jokes” he laughed trying to lighten the mood, knowing he succeeded when you smiled and let out a breathy laugh before looking at him funny

“What” you gasped lightly smacking your chest

“I’ll have you know my dad jokes make everyone laugh even you sometimes mister, don’t hate” you laughed out before pecking his lips and laying back down on his chest

He laughed as he gently stroked you hair making you sleepy

“Thank you” you quietly said sleep slowly taking over

Mark just smiled kissing your head and whispering he loves you before falling asleep with you.

Tags: @drysdalesv (I cannot believe your asleep rn 🧍‍♂️)

#umich #umich hockey #mark estapa #mark estapa fluff #shy writes!

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whumpasaurus101 · 10 months

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hi !! first off, happy belated birthday !

second, idk if you remember me lol, but i had requested like 2 !yandere whumpers x a hero whumpee, not too long ago??

anyways it was amazing hajswjwja, and i was wondering if it would be possible to get a pt 2 of it?? possibly with hero getting whumper for trying to escape??

thank you!! :DD

OMG THANK YOU SMMMMM!!! YOURE SO SWEET!!! i do of course remember you!!!!! AND THANK YOU EEE IM HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!! IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO ANSWER AND IM SORRY IT ISNT GREAT, LMK IF YIOU WANT ME TO REWRITE IT OR ANYTHING <3

cw: drugging, failed escape attempt

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It was later that day, Hero was laying against Villain’s chest, their mind somewhere else. Villain watched closely at every move. Every rise and fall of Hero’s chest. Their fingers lacing through Hero’s hair. They couldn't believe SuperVillain would ever lay a hand on their hero. Theirs, not SuperVillain’s.

The front door opened and closed, Villain’s eyes roamed to the door of the room, half asleep. A smile pulled at their lips as they met with Villain 2’s. “Hey, my love.”

Villain 2 shrugged off their jacket and hung it up. Hero blinked their eyes open with a sigh. They stretched before tensing, their eyes falling to the collar of Villain 2’s shirt. Blood.

They sat up quickly, “Wh-what did you do??” Villain gently shushed them, hot breath catching their ear as they subtly held the Hero closer to them, “Don't worry, love, you don't have to worry about anything for a long while.”

Hero went to jolt up, quickly stopped as arms wrapped tighter around them, “Hush, darling, you're tired, it’s alright.”

Hero sobbed, their eyes not leaving the blood that stained the cotton. Blotching like watercolour against paper. They didn't notice the tears until Villain 2 stepped forward, cupping their cheek and wiping Hero’s cheekbone with their thumb.

Villain 2 slowly knelt down to the plush carpet, smile full of sympathy, “It's alright, all you have to focus on is us. We are all you need, sweetheart.”

Hero melted into the touch, hating themself for it, “M-’m safe here?” Villain smiled, looking up at Villain 2, “The safest. We’ve got you. We are all you need. With us, you're safe.”

Hours had passed, Hero had fallen fast asleep once more. Villain 2 hummed as they worked away in the kitchen, stirring the pasta sauce, “My love, can you give me a hand dishing up?”

“Of course!” Villain smiled, they gently rolled Hero off of them and to the couch as they stood up, tucking a pillow underneath their head, “Just a second,” They smiled, whispering to Hero before walking to Villain 2 in the kitchen. Hero blinked slowly, taking in their surroundings. Coffee table, fireplace, a tv that murmured quietly, an abstract painting which hung on the wall.

As they rubbed their eyes, they thought for a moment. Their eyes darted around the room. No villain in sight. They felt their heartbeat fasten before they slowly stood. There was distant talking of the two villains. Hero waited a second before pacing towards the front door, their hand reached out towards the metal of the door. Freedom. They needed to ignore the villain’s words and focus on freedom.

Their fingers wrapped around the handle and-

“Where do you think you're going, dove?”

Hero tensed. There was not even a drop of kindness left in their voice. No false sense of warmth. Just anger.

“I-I-” Hero didn't even turn around to face them, they didn't want to- they couldn't. They had kept their calm until they felt Villain close in on them. Hero spun around, yelping out as they realized they were trapped between the door and the city’s worst but greatest Villain. Villain leaned in close, soaking in how the frail Hero flinched back, “I really didn't want to do this, dove, but you have left me no choice,” They cooed, the flick of their switchblade going unmissed.

Hero flinched, their head hitting the door with a wince, “Nononono-” Useless pleas flooded from their mouth as their eyes met Villain’s. “No- no, please don’t do this I-”

“Dinner’s ready, my loves,” Villain 2 smiled, two bowls in their hands. They didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the sight before them. They continued towards the table and placed the crockery down. Hero gulped hard, a tear rolling down their cheek, throat closed up. Villain paused, knife just resting beneath Hero’s chin.

Villain took their time as they leaned in, whispering against Hero’s skin, “Oh, my little hero, do not be afraid. I’m just trying to protect you. If you go out into the big scary world, think of all the wrong and evil. But here, with us? You're safe. Now…let’s dine.”

Hero stilled at the arm that wrapped around the waist, pulling them in tight. They let Villain guide them towards the table. They sat when two heavy hands rested against their shoulders.

“So,” Villain 2 smiled, pulling their chair closer to the table as they began to eat, “Doesn’t this feel better…here….with us?” Hero gulped, unable to get rid of the lump in their throat, “Yeah-yes…” They jumped slightly as Villain cleared their throat. “Tha-thank you..”

“Well mannered and all,” Villain 2 smiled.

Hero forced themself to pick up their fork, playing around with the spaghetti, twirling some around their fork before dumping it to the other side of their bowl. Villain tutted disapprovingly, “Honestly, Hero, I thought you were more mannered than that, do not play with your food.”

Hero’s bottom lip wobbled before they dared to speak, “I..’m not hungry.. I’m so-sorry…” Tears were spilling down their face once more, Hero could feel their cheeks darken from embarrassment. They felt so weak.

“Do you not understand how long Villain 2 took to prepare this meal for us? You could at least eat to show how grateful you are.” Hero bit their bottom lip in desperate attempt to stop it from wobbling so much as they forced the fork to their mouth.

The food tasted bitter in their mouth but they forced themself to continue to eat, their chest heaving with a silent sob. Just think of the freedom.

On their second forkful, they felt their head tilt forward. They quickly caught themself before their head fell fully into their dinner. Villain’s head tilted, “Everything alright, dear?” Hero blushed, clenching their jaw, “M-mhm..s’rry..” Their movements felt sluggish, every word felt trapped inside their mouth as their lips moved in slow motion.

“Honey, you don’t look well,” Villain 2 cooed, making Hero blush darken, “‘m fi-fine! I-I..” Then it hit them.

Their eyes darted down to their food, the sour taste stuck in their gums. Then their eyes met the two villains’. Their stomach dropped, “Y-you didn't…”

They went to stand up quickly but their knees buckled and in a flash they collapsed to the ground. When Hero’s eyes cracked open Villain knelt by their side, their hand stroking through Hero’s curls, “Hush, little hero, just remember this is all for your own good. We are going to protect you.”

Hero’s not sure if anymore was said, but slowly, their vision was swarmed by black dots. Villain’s voice echoing through their ears. Hero tried to drown them out with their own thoughts but it was useless.

Just think about the freedom.

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justanamesstuff · 10 months

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ohmyGODDDD idk if you take requests but i might need this desperately… so i had a vision: very pregnant reader and matty showering together and he starts singing be my mistake and relating it to the baby?? eg. “you do make me hard but she (baba) makes me weak” uuggghhhh 😩🤰“the smell of your hair (vomity and gross) reminds me of her (little tiny) feet” BABAAAAA OMFGGGG. (btw hope it’s ok if i also ask other writers in case you don’t answer?)

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY!! i hope you like it :))♥

"Fuck." Y/n let her hand rest on the side of her big belly.

Baby had been kicking like crazy during the entire day, driving her mother crazy. She tried everything to calm her, but the little one wasn't having it...she wanted all the attention.

"What's wrong?" Matty asked from behind her, his hands resting his hands on Y/n's hips while he left a kiss on her shoulder.

Y/n huffed. "She refuses to stop."

"Kicking?"

"Mhm."

Matty made Y/n turn around without uttering a word. She obeyed, too tired to complain. Matty's girlfriend looked how he kneeled down, touching her belly button with the tip of his nose.

"Are you bothering your mama?" he whispered, making conversation with his daughter. A new kick in front of his eyes.

Y/n whined a little, throwing her head back. She loved their daughter, even when they hadn't met her yet. The mother to be was tired, growing a baby inside her body wasn't an easy task.

"You have to stop, my love." he kissed the stop on Y/n's belly. The unborn was stubborn...she moved again. "Okay, let's try something else then."

Matty cleared his throat before he began to sing, "And be my mistake, and turn out the light..." his lips brushed against Y/n skin. "She bought me those jeans, the ones you like." Y/n couldn't help to touch his wet curls at the top of his hair. He looked up, "I don't wanna hug, I just wanna sleep." he left a kiss staring at his girlfriend's eyes."

Matty moved slightly backwards, waiting for the baby to stop...but her tiny foot pushed out again. The singer chuckled, resting his forehead on Y/n's stomach.

He started again with impetus, "The smell of your hair" Matty made a face checking Y/n's hair. "Vomity and gross...reminds me of her feet" The singer pushed his finger on the skin he remembered was the last spot the baby pushed. Y/n hit him slightly on his shoulder. "So don't wait outside my hotel room, just wait 'til I give you a sign. 'Cause I get lonesome sometimes"

Y/n was trying to contain some tears polling on her eyes. The song always got her, although everything felt deeper with the hormones travelling around her body.

"Save all the jokes you're gonna make, while I see how much drink I can take."

The frontman stood back up, kissing Y/n's cheek and drying the drops of water travelling down her face.

"Then be my mistake….I shouldn't have called, 'Cause we shouldn't speak."

Matty's face found a place to rest on Y/n neck. The vibration on his voice soothing both mother and child.

"You do make me hard, but she.." his palm travelled to the side of Y/n's bump. "makes me weak." The mother laughed. "And don't wait outside my hotel room, just wait 'til I give you a sign..." Matty kept singing, until he reached the end. "Then be my mistake."

Both parents stayed in silence, expecting another kick from the baby. Even though, Matty's attempt was successful.

"Thank you." Y/n mumbled.

"Any time." Matty answered, kissing her shoulder once more.

They swing from side to side under the water, enjoying the intimate family moment.

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fluff #matty healy imagine

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insomniackae · 2 years

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- When I was your man -

(Neglected F!Reader x Albedo)

Summary: You're married to Albedo, at least thats what people think. He was almost never there for you. You're just his sick sister's caregiver to him. Maybe it's time for you to go.

Warnings: Klee is sick, ooc, terrible, angst, im frustated with this one, Albedo is kinda mean but not that mean, word crime,theres barely any pronouns referring to reader, GAWD IM SO TIRED, might do a part 2 idk, THERES ALOT THAT IS WRONG BUT IDC

It's a marriage of convenience, with you helping Albedo while also getting benefits such as protection. Albedo, your husband, married you for the sake of his sister who got an incurable disease. He needed someone to take care of her since he is too busy for that. Luckily, there's you.

It's a marriage out of love, well at least for him. For you, this marriage is a golden opportunity to become closer to Albedo. An opportunity to steal his heart. Even though your true intentions are different, you still took care and love Klee. She is like a daughter to you.

You both lives in a small house prepared by Albedo in Mondstat since Klee can't handle cold temperature with such conditions. Because of his works and projects, he was rarely there. You can't blame him since he is the Chief Alchemist after all.

At first you don't really mind the lack of presence of your husband as you're well aware of how busy he is but as the days pass, you started to be self conscious, aware of the loneliness that even Klee can't cure.

He doesn't even touch you, not even once. Isn't that supposed to be the responsibility of an husband? You can only see his beautiful grayish-blonde hair when he comes to visit his sister.

You knew it's a pure loveless marriage, yet you can't help to wish.

Oh how you wish you can be closer to him, be more intimate and spend more time together. Oh how you wish to be by his side when he is drowning in work, giving him words of encouragement. Oh how you wish you can help him relief his stress, just like how any other husband and wife would.

"Sister! Do you miss Mister Albedo?"

The cute voice of Klee snaps you out of your nonsensical dilemma, you cocked your head to your left to see a cute blonde girl in red, which despite of her poor condition, are still very bright and happy.

Do you miss him? It's been a while since you last saw him. Maybe you did.

...

"Of course I do, my dear. I miss him very-very much"

"Awh! Don't be sad sister. Here, you can help make this cute exploding dessert!" Klee offer. She knows that you're feeling sad so she wants to help you forget about it. There's nothing that a dessert can't fix right?

Well, she is right. You had lots of fun baking with Klee. It was lovely- But at the same time chaotic. You both made a bombed shaped dessert that sparks in your mouth- made with a special ingredient. It was delicious so you decided to go to Dragonspine to let Albedo try. I mean, his sister baked that! He should at least try a bite. You're aware that Albedo doesn't need to eat, but it doesn't hurt to try.

After alot of struggling and hardship of going to the harsh snow, you finally arrived at his lab.

There you saw him, Albedo, your husband is there with Sucrose experimenting together sitting oh so close to each other. As his wife, there's a spark of jealousy and insecurity in your heart, burning it to ashes.

"He probably think of her as a friend."

"Of course he needs to be with her, their co worker"

"Experimenting is very dangerous, he will need her by his side at all time"

"He's doing this for the sake of his career"

You tried and tried to calm yourself, denying all your intrusive thoughts. But, you're still just a human.

"Maybe he deserves someone who's better, who understand him"

And with that, you put the desserts on a table near you quietly, trying not to get caught and left. As quiet as how you first came.

You goes down the mountain in tears flooding you cheeks, almost frozen.

I guess you just lucky being married to him huh?

You wanted his attention but he doesn't want to give you want. Deserved.

Well, fast forwards to 3 months later, you finally started to accepted the fact that Albedo will never love you and that made your mood gloomy. Lucky that there's Klee.

She begged you to go for a walk around Mondstat with her. Despite her sick body, Klee is still the same Klee. Who could say no to a cute blooming smile like that?

Klee's sound of laughter and cheery smile lights up the day, washing away your pain bit by bit. But as always, the joy doesn't last long.

"RUN KLEE! LET ME HANDLE THIS!"

You shouted with all your might as a group hilichurls approaches you. You can't risk Klee using her vision because of her currently weak physique due to her illness. Her body won't be able to handle it. So you take matter into your own hand.

Klee ran, as fast as she can to seek for help despite tears flooding hard down her cheeks. "Trust your big sister."

You launch yourself at the group and try your best to slow them down. The quantity was unnatural, it was suspicious. You brushed your thoughts away and focus on slowing them down despite being weak.

Right. You're weak. You don't have any vision nor any sense of combat to fight those monster. What were you thinking?! You must be stupid. But you rather be stupid and die, than having them hurts your little sister. You are her big sister, her mother, her bestfriend, her guardian. And she is your everything.

This is your time. To protect Klee. To complete Albedo's task. To free yourself.

" Maybe it was not the time for us."

By the time the knights arrive, it was already too late. You were nowhere to be seen. There was only your bloodied shirt with a ring covered in blood, sparkling under the sun of Teyvat even with it's terrible state.

It's your wedding ring.

Klee was crying hysterically and the knights tried their best to calm her down. Like it or not, she had to accept it. You're gone.

Albedo's was notified of this later on, but he has no emotion. Monotone. Heartless.

" I suppose it's time to find Klee a new caregiver."

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#angst #albedoxreader #genshin #genshinimagines # genshinimpact #genshinselfinsert #kae.fic

You open your eyes, droopy and sleepy after what it felt like days of laying down. You found yourself laying on a soft bed. You groaned a bit, putting you arms on your forehead as you turn your head to the left.

(JK SORRY)

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There's a tall ginger figure sitting near the window, looking out to admire the view of a foreign place. You sit yourself up and then it hits you, you're in a foreign place, in a foreign man's house, almost half naked.

"AHHH!" Sharp scream shoots out from your mouth. Shocking the unknown man as he quickly approach you. You pull the sheets that were covering you up to your chest.

'Wait, this isn't covering enough.' You then decided to move as lightning, wrapping the sheets around your body like burrito to fully cover you except for your face. "Who are you and why am I naked?!"

A loud annoying laugh bursts from the man, it went on for long to the point that the ginger had to cover his beautiful&hard abs stomach and tears starts to prick out of the corner his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?! What's so funny huh?!" Your face turns red from anger and embarrassment. You can just imagine fumes coming out of your ears like it's always described in books you read before.

You took a peek from under the cover and just stared at the glass. The ginger just sigh with your behaviour. "You do you, girlie. Don't search for me when you want something."

"Hahah- Calm down stranger! I saved you from dying in a river you know! You were so injured you might've died if I didn't saw you earlier! You should've thank me. Plus, you're not naked. They're still bandages on your body, unless you want me to remove th-"

"STOP" You yelled, face covered in the red of embarrassment. You hide your face in the sheets, in an attempt to save yourself. He just chuckles, walking away from the bed to grab something and putting it on a small table near the bed. "Here, drink this. You must be thirsty."

You reach out for the glass and drink the cold refreshing water slowly considering he saved you. "So, may I know your name sir?"

He looked as if he was expecting the question. I mean what's more important than knowing you saviour's name?

"Ah! Glad you asked. I'm Childe, also go by Tartaglia. It's yours to decide which is what you desires to call me. Pleasure to meet you." His self introducing is quite flowery, I guess.

"I'll just call you Childe" Since he acts like a child *eyes roll emoji*

"Alright! Childe it is. And may I have the honour of knowing your name?" He requested with a cheeky smile decorating his face. Right, talking about his face, you must admit he is quite handsome. His beautiful blue eyes, locking eyes to eyes with you. His masculine and exquisite face shape makes his handsomeness pops out. His smile is cheeky and annoying, yet charming. Oh, his physique is good too.

"Ehem- Stranger? Are you done staring now? Are you a pervert?" His words snapped you back to earth. Realizing that you, a stranger to him, are fucking staring and scanning his whole body is so unacceptable. You're embarrassing yourself a lot today.

"Oh! R-right! My name is [name]. Sorry for my rude behaviour."

"Haha! Don't be, [ name ]! I can't blame you for being attracted to my charming self." You' re too annoyed to tolerate him. Not today. "Where is this? What happened? Why did you save me?"

Questions upon questions fired from your mouth.

"Woah there stranger! Calm down now, would you? Well first of all, we're in Liyue. Second of all, I don't know how you were injured and ended up floating on the river. And to answer your last question, I rescued you simply because I thought you look pretty. I wouldn't have the heart to leave such a pretty lady all injured." He answer, with a quite honest expression. You believed him as he is you saviour, but that last answer really is unnecessary.

"I don't remember how I got injured. I only remembered running somewhere and falling into a river. Maybe I was being chased. I felt a really sharp pain in my abdomen and after that the world turns dark and I somehow ended up here." You explained to him.

"Huh, you must've lost your memories. But now worries [name]! I'll take care of you until you fully recover. It's dangerous to let you go unauthorized in your current state." He offers, looking happy to help. You were reluctant at first, but considering he was kind enough to help you, you decided to stay with him. After all, if he ever dare to do something bad or inappropriate, you'll just kick him in the crotch. No biggie.

"Why are you so nice to me, Childe?"

" I already told you so, you're pretty. I wouldn't let such a pretty woman miserable. I'm a gentleman" You just smile at his words. Hoping that you will recover soon so you can pay this ginger back.

"Eh, btw Childe, where's my clothes? I don't want to stay here only covered by bandages." You want to get your clothes back as quickly as possible. Being naked here with him feels dangerous. For you, atleast.

"Oh about that, I found you topless at the river. I didn't look of course. As I say, I'm a gentlemen. But I did took a peek and whew, you're quite sexy in my eyes." He blurted out in honesty. Too honest. His comment made you flustered as fuck and immediately hide yourself under the cover again.

"CHILDE! THAT IS THE OPPOSITE OF GENTLEMAN!!!"

Childe's laugh decorates the atmosphere. In Childe's heart, he wonder who are you to be able to make him genuinely happy. And on that first encounter between [name] and Childe, he finally feels real joy after a long long time of being lost in emptiness.

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(Childe x F!Reader?)

HE IS NOT A PERVERT I SWEAR HE WAS JUST TEASINGGG

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Sorry for not posting!! I was fairly busy these days. Im sorry if the fic wasnt your cup of tea since i am quite new in the art of writing. Im doing a part 2 for this since I wont leave my readers on a cliffhanger like that. Please look forward for it! Also, reblogs likes and critism are very much welcomed!! Please tell me how I did this time! Btw, requests are appreciated! I will do my best to fulfill you requests :D

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luveline · 2 years

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first of all I’m somewhat new here but I absolutely adore you and your writing I come back and check for new stuff everyday<3

alsooo there was a quote that goes something like ‘taking care of me is rotten work’ ‘not to me. not if it’s you’ can you do something like that with Peter or Remus with a reader who struggles with depression or anxiety or Remus/Peter is struggling idk you’ll make it beautiful either way

Hi! thnak so much im so happy to have you 🥺 Gotta love our beautiful boy Peter and taking care of him has been on my mind lately so this request was the loveliest excuse <3

Awful things have happened to Peter. They weigh on him heavily most of the time. He can't always carry it.

You're more than happy to carry it with him. Only, Peter Parker is a hard boy to convince. He hides everything like that from you the best that he can. His mood swings are dealt with well; sometimes you can see it on his face, that switch from happy to upset, to irritated, to tired. He's very clear that it's not your fault. That's his driving point.

You've just asked him if he's eaten today and it rubs him the wrong way. You catch the edge of his frown as he turns from you quickly. There's a small silence where he composes himself, before he says, "Baby, I'm gonna go to bed. I love you, I'm just really tired."

You frown. "Okay. I can bring you some dinner, if you want? You can eat it in bed. By yourself," you add on softly.

His shoulders tense, rise. "Okay."

He moves quietly through the house and you hear the bed springs shift as he gets in. You make dinner for the both of you quickly and leave yours on the table, carrying his tray through the hallway and into your bedroom.

"I got dinner for you." You put his tray down on the bed quickly, eyes searching his tense body for any signs of distress, anything you can do. "Peter, if you need me I'm gonna be in the kitchen, okay? I'm gonna do laundry, and-" his shoulders, again, tense, and you stop talking abruptly.

"Okay," you whisper, turning to the door.

He calls your name before you leave. You look down at your hand, flex your fingers around the door handle and look over your shoulder. He's sitting up now, looking at his own hands uncomfortably.

"What?" you ask.

"Come sit with me?" he asks. Then, quieter, "Please."

You sit down next to his dinner tray, tucking your legs underneath you. You push the tray towards him. "Eat something, baby. You'll feel better." You don't know if that's true, but it feels right to say. You always feel better when he cooks for you even though this is different.

He does what you ask, takes the fork in his hand and chews, every mouthful looking like its hard work. You realise that he's only eating because you asked him to and you hold out your hand, palm down.

"You don't have to eat it if you're not feeling well. I'll wrap it up. No worries."

He puts down his fork, and swallows, and you're horrified and heartbroken and so, so sad when a tear rolls over his cheek.

It's silver in the light. Peter sniffs almost silently. You move slowly in case he doesn't want your touch and wipe his cheek with the pad of your finger. He turns his face, letting you press your palm over his hot cheek. After a moment he covers your hand with his, pushes it tightly to him. You can feel the hard ridge of his cheekbone.

"Bub, it's alright," you murmur. You pull the tray out of his lap and shift so you can put your free hand on his other damp cheek.

He hangs his head.

"It's not alright. I can be so awful to you," he says. He sounds morose.

"You're never awful."

"I am. You're offering to make me dinner and all I can think is that I want to be left alone. I hurt you, all the time." His breath hitches. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" you ask, words drawn out carefully, lightly, trying to calm him down as your own heart rate climbs.

"For everything."

You work your fingers into his hair, heel of your palms pressed to his skin. "Can I ask you something?" He nods, sniffling. You wipe at hot tears with your thumbs and lean your head down so he can see you're close. "Do you think it's hard for me, to take care of you?"

He sighs. You ask again, angry but not at him. "Do you?"

"It must be fucking awful," he says finally, choking on his own tears. You bite your lip to stop from crying in sympathy, because he's yours, and he's hurting so much.

"It's easy. It's more than easy. Because it's you."

He calms down a little. He's still crying, but the heart hurting sounds quieten.

"To know you is to love you, understand? To know you, know your heart. Know your unhappiness. Taking care of you is really fucking easy, I swear. I swear."

"How can it be easy?"

"'Cos I love you. I know you." You move your hands from his face to his neck, trying to be as gentle as you can be. "Because you try really hard to do right by me, even on your worst days."

"You shouldn't have to look after me," he says. "I'm supposed to look after you."

"How's that fair?"

His hands, limp in your lap, come to life, traversing the curves of your legs and then your waist. His fingers push into your sides. "I'm sorry that I can't be better and that you have to deal with me."

"I'm not." Loudly, and then with a little more subtlety. "You're not something I have to deal with, you're my boyfriend." You wanted to say, you're my everything. You're the love of my fucking life, but you're trying not to get too corny.

"Shitty boyfriend," he says weakly.

You titter and take his shoulder in your hand, massaging his tight muscle in a way you hope shows your disapproval. He laughs under his breath at your spiteful squeezing and begs forgiveness, "Sorry, I'm sorry. Ease up, pop-eye."

"You're the best boyfriend ever."

He nods. You're not pleased with the extreme lack of eye contact right now, so you dip down and catch him before he can look away, his light brown eyes darkened by upset and shiny with tears, lashes all sticking together in dark triangles. You give him an earnest smile.

"The best ever."

He smiles begrudgingly, less begrudging as you work a small kiss into the corner of his mouth, dry cheek rubbing against his wet one. You pull away, take his closed eyes as an opportunity to wipe his cheeks clean diligently with your sleeve, best pleased when they stay dry. He opens his eyes, looking at you with guilt and shame but love, too. You know he's gonna be alright.

You disentangle your limbs, breaking the little sphere of closeness you'd made. You hadn't meant to overwhelm him.

"I'll leave you alone now I've set the record straight," you say, feeling a little bit embarrassed by how intense you'd gotten.

He gets a panicked look on his face. "Can I come eat dinner with you?" he asks.

Like you'd ever say no.

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nishayuro · 7 months

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Cloud 9 - Obey Me! Barbatos

Collection: My spotify playlist of songs that play in my head at the most unconventional times

Genre: Fluff, a bit of hurt/comfort

GN! Reader

A/N: Lmao im back with this, enjoy. Kinda self indulgent? Idk, midterms are coming up lmao

Synopsis: RAD has been too much for you, but luckily you have Barbatos by your side.

“I don't wanna seem the way I do, But I'm confident when I'm with you”

You’d think after 6 months in Devildom you’d be able to adapt by now, but well, things don’t always go as planned. It’s not that you’re dumb, it’s just that RAD is very much so different from what you’re used to in the human world.

The normal English, Math, History and Science subjects have all been replaced with Curses and Hexes, Potions, History of the Devildom and Alchemy and Astronomy of the three realms.

For someone who prides themself in being a good student, RAD was just stressing you out. You had no background with these subjects, not even knowing these things were real 6 months ago. And now you’re expected to go to classes which are on par with demons who have probably been taking these classes for years.

You have no clue how you’ll do now that finals are coming up. You did kinda okay on your midterms, but they let it pass since you’re still adjusting. But now pressure has built up. Luckily, you have the wonderful demon prince’s butler who decided to help you out.

“Lately all I feel is bad and bruised, Tired of tripping on my shoes”

“Hmm, how about we take a quick break? Relax yourself, MC. You’ve been too tense this whole session. Maybe some tea will help you loosen up. I’ll be right back.” Barbatos said, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. You’re now left with your notes and books alone, as you stare at the pieces of paper, your eyes begin to well up with tears.

Your little crying session was not ignored by the demon butler, you were taken aback when a pair of arms went to hold yours. “Mc, talk to me. What is on your mind?” He asked, voice softer than what you’ve expected from someone like him.

“I… I don’t want to disappoint Lord Diavolo or Lucifer if I fail my tests. I’ve been trying so hard and yet I still can’t understand or memorize the topics. And I don’t want to disappoint you, you’re helping me study even though you already have too much on your plate. I don’t want you to see me as a burden…” you trail off, voice cracking as you sobbed.

“Mc, look at me.” he said, warmth in his voice. “I understand that you feel pressured, that your habits of aiming for the top are weighing you down. As much as we appreciate you trying your best for the exchange program, we understand if you’re not on par with the others. They’ve had years to learn these lessons. If anything, you should pride yourself that you’re able to catch and keep up with your classmates.” He replied. A finger wiping away at your tears.

“But when he loves me I feel like I'm floating”

“And you can never be a burden to me, I enjoy tutoring you. The demon brothers are always either with you or around you, so spending time alone with you is a rarity.” He admits, a smile forming from his mouth. “Just take it easy, MC. You will get the hang of it in the long run, you have more days here with us in the devildom.

“I… Thanks, Barbatos. I needed that…” You answered, sobs coming to a stop. Barbatos leaves the room for a minute and comes back with the tea and other snacks. “Here, drink this. It will help with the nerves.” he says, offering the porcelain cup to me. The taste of Chamomile enters your tastebuds, anxiety calming down as you sip the hot beverage.

“When I start to tumble from the sky, You remind me how to fly”

Days later, you are seen walking around RAD, seemingly looking for someone with a big grin on your face. “Hey, Solomon!” you shout, approaching the white haired sorcerer. “Oh, hey, MC. You look excited, what’s up?” He said, “I’m just looking for Barbatos, I wanna show him my finals!” you exclaimed in glee.

“Oh?” a familiar voice reaches your ears, “Barbs!” you squealed as the butler approached. “How did your midterms go? From the looks of it, it went well?” he asked, standing next to Solomon.

You happily showed the two men the papers, all scoring above 90. “Wow! Impressive, especially for someone who has just been exposed to all of this in six months, you’ve even beat the scores of the other demon brothers” Solomon praised, a smile on his lips.

“It's all thanks to Barbatos who helped me study,” you replied, looking at said man who was currently holding your papers. “Well done, MC. I knew you would do it. I’m proud of you” He smiled, an aura of pride that could rival Lucifer’s surrounded him.

As Solomon left you two, Barbatos approached you and placed his hand on your head, giving you a head pat.

“Well done, my love.” he whispered, love falling out of his words, leaving your heart fluttering.

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