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mamayan · 8 months

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Aaa!!can I request NSFW with Yandere! toji? I was thinking... Reader is binding from Toji and he's taunting her even though he already knows where she isz going "here,kitty,kitty" thank you for reading!!💗💗

Yandere Toji is 100% into the neko franchise. Absolutely I will! Darling in this will already be broken by Toji. Enjoy★彡

★ RUN BUT DON’T HIDE ☆

Yandere! Toji x Fem! Reader

Warnings: NSFW•Implied kidnapping•Stockholm Syndrome•Dom/Sub relationship•Edging•Fingering•Size Kink•Penetration (V)•Patronizing•Pet Names•Spanking

What started as something that should’ve been fun has now turned into a small nightmare.

He’d been smug that morning staring down at you, arms crossed and eyes narrowed with a familiar mischievous glint in their depths. Standing barefoot in the kitchen wearing only his silk pajama pants, he’d made you a proposition you couldn’t turn down. You evade capture for 10 minutes, and he’ll take you out to the mall for the entire day tomorrow. It’s clearly impossible to win against him, and you were suspicious in accepting such a deal because even 10 minutes seemed to too long… but he offered a head start of 5 minutes.

Foolishly, like always, you believed for just a moment you stood a chance.

You were given one rule though. Toji told you very specifically, “Run all you like baby, but don’t you dare try and play hide and seek with me. I’m not in the mood for that.”

He blindfolded you and drove silently to an unknown destination, and when you’d taken off the blindfold, you realized you were at some sort of abandoned factory surrounded by forest.

Toji was dressed casually, but even then his muscles strained beneath his black shirt and jeans, his sunglasses pushed on top his head as he eyed his watch and then you curiously.

“Not gonna run? Time has already started baby. If I catch you before ten minutes… well, you’ll find out won’t you?” You didn’t waste anymore time, his smile telling you he’s up to nothing good, taking off in a pair of sneakers not meant for this sort of activity. Your goal was to make it to the forest line and use the trees as cover.

You had severely underestimated your own stamina and how big this site actually was. How could you possibly run the entire time? You barely walked around the house, because despite Toji’s insistence that you’re a little brat, he never hesitates to carry you and baby you.

You really intended to listen, you weren’t trying to disobey him, but you had panicked the first time his voice had sounded close, it’d been instinctual to hide.

You’d ducked inside one of the warehouses, enormous and filled with heavy machinery haphazardly hidden by yellowing tarps. You’d unintentionally trapped yourself, and when you realized it too late, you’d heard his voice.

“What’d I say kitten?” His normally cool or somewhat boastful voice was deathly neutral and had you struggling to pull air into your lungs. The fight or flight instinct within you choosing flight despite knowing what happened last time you’d disobeyed so blatantly. You fled deeper into the warehouse, passing equipment and conveyer belts and the like until you reached an area with a plethora of crates and forgotten trash.

It was so silent in the building it made you briefly wonder if he turned around to search for you elsewhere. You knew better though, Toji is a careful man and by no means foolish. You could only pray he was being lax in this game, his senses not sharpened like when he works. You could just hide for a little, until you’re sure he’s not inside anymore, and then escape out to the forest as planned and pretend to win.

Easy enough, in theory.

You really can’t be faulted. Whether intentionally or not Toji Fushiguro is a man who radiates danger. You running and hiding is as natural as a rabbit avoiding a fox.

Crouched down between some crates that concealed you very well, you held your breath for a moment and waited. You’d count to 100 and then you’d-

“Here Kitty Kitty…” Despite the playful twist of his words, you felt your spine tingle in anticipation as sweat dotted your hairline. It was slightly humid inside, no cool breeze blowing like outside. The musky scent surrounding you hopefully concealed your natural odor, Toji quite familiar with it. Heavy footsteps and a casual pace, Toji searched leisurely. You just wished he’d hurry up and call a quits to look somewhere else.

He started whistling.

A soft little tune, he paced just around your little hiding spot. You wished you could keep an eye on him, but it’d give your location away immediately.

“Not gonna come out?” He asked as if you had a choice. You would be getting punished no matter what now, and even as tears pricked your eyes a little at the unfairness of the situation. His punishment severity usually rested on his mood but today it was hard to get a read on him. You just didn’t know. It left you shaky and uneasy inside.

It was deathly silent for a moment, and as you finally counted to a 100 and found no more signs of him, you took a small peak around the crate to your right.

Empty. Your head barely had time to turn before Toji’s face appeared right before you, ripping a small shriek from your throat as you fell back on your ass in panic.

“What’s wrong? Don’t look so scared. This is what you wanted, I was pretty clear on the rule wasn’t I?” He’s standing to his full height, looking down at you with a condescending sneer.

“Get up” you’re scrambling to obey, shaking lightly and eyes watering just a hint as you keep your head down. Eyes glued to his dark sandals, anything to not look at his face right now.

“Turn around, hands on the wood.” Confusion and fear mingle as you turn to face the stacked wooden crates, putting your hands on the one directly in front of you.

Nothing happens for a moment, dread sinking deeper as you try to fathom what he’s planning. He’s likely going to fuck you, his favorite pastime using you as a cock-sleeve isn’t anything new, but he’s sadistic on occasions like this. You squeak pathetically when his large hands grip your hips and manhandle your pants down to your knees, underwear included. A hand is placed in the middle of your back, pushing you forward to lean slightly against the crate in front of you. “Put your thighs together” he’s kicking your feet despite his order, not giving you time to really catch your balance as you fall further forward.

His own clothing rustling alerts you, and you wonder if he’s really planning to shove all of himself inside you when you’ve had zero prep like this.

Toji can certainly be cruel, but he’s never done that before. It’d likely tear you-

You’re sniffling and crying before you know it. Shaking like a wounded fawn, so much it draws a deep frown on Toji’s lips, scar pulling, as he eyes you. What was going on in your head? It was irritating to him.

“Stop fucking crying” his crude words punctuated by a hand weaving into your hair and gripping tight enough to sting. Toji spits on his already aching hard cock, lubing it up a little, before slotting his cock not inside you, but between your closed thighs. You startle for a moment, whining as he twists your head back around to prevent you from looking as he pulls back and pushing forward again.

“T-Toji-”

“What’s got you crying, hmm? You sorry for something?” He sets a slow pace, just letting his cock slowly grow more lubricated from your dripping cunt by the second. His tip so generously brushing your clit but only lightly and nowhere near enough to get you off.

“I-I didn’t mean to…to hide, oh…” a little sigh leaves you, as does the adrenaline rush you’d been on. It was leaving you slightly limp in his hold as you calmed. Toji uses it as a chance to yank you softly back against him. His hand leaving your hair and moving to circle your waist, hoisting you up to dangle in his hold. His thick thighs cage your own, forcing yours together so your soft inner thighs become an even tighter place to fuck. Your back to his chest allows him to watch his fat leaking tip poke out as he thrusts forward between your slick soft thighs. Groaning, his pace increases, and as do your whimpers and the need to cum. Your hands hold onto his forearm keeping you up, and you feel like a doll for his pleasure more than ever. He moans and pumps his twitching cock in between your thighs over and over, riling you up as your own hips move to grind back against him. It’s not enough, but it feels good and has you heating up and craving just a little more than he’s giving. As you wiggle and whine in his hold, Toji merely chuckles and enjoys the sight as he uses you.

“Need something kitten?” He’s teasing, his free hand moving to touch lightly just above your clit. You jolt in pleasure as he so softly brushes your puffy little bundle of nerves. A sweet moan filling the musky air and echoing. You can’t get enough, your muscles tensing up and clamping even tighter around his cock sporadically, rubbing and trying for any sort of more.

“Please!” You break, finally begging despite knowing what would come next.

He chuckles, not changing a thing as his finger just barely applies pressure to your clit, somehow pulling away even as you buck and try to get more, keeping it constant. “I don’t think that’s how I taught you to beg.” As if to show you how pathetic your plea was, he leaves your clit and moves under your shirt to pinch your nipple harshly.

It has the opposite affect as your pussy seizes and gushes over his cock, soaking him enough it causes his hips to stutter as he takes a moment to process what you just did.

Your shaking in his arms, your whiny moan lessening to a small whimper as Toji stills between your legs.

“Did you just cum?” He’s not angry, more amazed and shocked than anything that this small amount of stimulus was enough to have you squirting all over his cock and down both of your legs.

“I-I’m sorry…” you wanted to die of embarrassment, but it was too late as Toji burst into a boisterous laugh.

“Fuck, you came so much, did that feel good kitten?” His tone shifted, causing you to tense up. It didn’t matter, he was marching you forward and pushing the heavy crates off one another until a flat surface was created. Ironically it was perfect height to fuck you while he stood.

He was stripping you naked and throwing you on top of the crates, yanking your poor hips to the edge and bringing his face to your sloppy cunt.

“You don’t deserve a reward for disobeying, but you just can’t help yourself can you?” He’s breathing directly over your sensitive wet cunt, causing you to shift and arch your spine. Dragging his thumb over your drenched hole, he brought it slowly through your folds to your clit, softly swirling and chuckling as you jerked against his iron hold on your hip. He repeated the motion a few times before becoming silently impatient, finally sinking a thick finger inside of you. The noises you were making sounded louder due to your location, causing an odd sort of embarrassment.

It wasn’t long before Toji was leaning over your form, pumping two fingers inside your pussy while crashing his lips to yours. His kisses were always dominant, possessive, and filled with hunger. His tongue invading every inch and turning you stupid beneath him as he stole your breath. Only when you become a panting sweet mess beneath him does he let up as you come for the second time on his fingers.

He looks sinful staring down at you, watching you fall apart and cling to him for comfort as you do.

Licking his fingers clean, Toji can’t help groaning, reminded of his neglected cock that didn’t get to finish due to your little surprise.

“Spread your legs, yes fuck, just like that.” He’s slotting himself easily between your thighs held open by your pretty hands. Lining his cock up with your entrance, Toji is enraptured by the way you stretch and suck him in. He slips into you easily due to the mess you’ve made.

“Still so tight, made to take my cock, aren’t you?” His teeth are gritted and bared as he finally sinks all the way inside you, loving how your little cunt looks stuffed of him. “Keep your legs open, don’t fucking close them.” You don’t have a choice anyway, as he grips your thighs himself and keeps your spread as he begins a slow rolling pace. His hips angling to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

“F-fuck Toji-!” His name on your lips sounds sinful moaned like that.

“Poor thing… you can’t even run properly, are you struggling to take my cock now too?” He meanly sinks a little too deep, causing you to squeal in surprise before he drops the act and begins to fuck you for real. Watching in fascination as your tits move with each powerful thrust inside you, ignoring the way you claw at his chest. “T-Toji gentle p-please!” He’s not listening, instead one hand drops from your thigh to your clit to begin rubbing circles.

“You disobey and now you want to give me orders?” You can’t think as he jackhammers his cock inside you and stimulates your clit at the same time. Your eyes cross a bit as another fierce orgasm rips through you, clamping down on his cock and eliciting a sharp hiss from him. He doesn’t slow down, too drunk on the feeling of your tight hot gummy walls massaging his cock to care that you’re clearly overstimulated.

“I’m gonna fill you up fuck” Toji’s head rolls back before he’s leaning over you and taking your lips again, rutting into you with shorter thrusts now to stay as deep inside you as possible. He doesn’t let your voice escape, devouring your mouth as his cock twitches and he stills to come deep inside you. His hot seed shooting in spurts as he coats your walls.

You’re a sweaty tired mess as he finally peels himself off you, looked at your fucked out form so cutely struggling to regain composure he’s already obtained.

He doesn’t want to admit how adorable you look, limp and compliant under him, still hot come dribbling out of your pussy as he lets your legs drop and observes.

He’s hard instantly again at the sight, chest heaving for a different reason than being out of breath.

You’re flipped on your stomach, realization dawning too late again before he’s sinking inside of you once more.

“N-no! I can’t anymore Toji please- ngh!” His hand comes down hard across your ass, your pussy clamping down around his cock and causing your stomach to ache from the stretch and burn.

“You can’t?” He’s laughing as his hips pull back, cock nearly popping free from your tight embrace before slamming so deep your toes curl and nails dig into the wood. His hand comes down again on the other cheek as he thrusts inside again. You’re a whining pathetic mess as Toji pushes your head down, smashing your cheek against the wood too and holding you there as he picks a brutal pace.

You have no where to go, trapped by the crates and Toji behind you, forced to take all of it. You feel like you’re breaking as his huge cock bullies your insides.

It’s not your fault you come again, unable to resist the pleasure and pain of Toji’s passion.

“You keep that pretty cunt gushing baby and I’m gonna fill you again.” It’s not a threat but a promise but it hardly matters because you’re forced to come again before he finally finishes.

“Fuck you take me so well…” his forehead rests against your back as he composes himself.

He’s not the least bit concerned that you’re so overstimulated you’re crying. Softly sniffling as he slowly drags his sticky cock from your messy cunt. Strings of your combined release still attached to him before breaking as he takes a step back to admire you.

“Now… since I’ve caught you before the ten minutes…” you tiredly turn your head a little to eye him. He doesn’t look the least bit tired, if anything he looks too good. His hair slicked back now to keep it off his face while fucking you senseless.

You make eye contact. “Don’t I deserve my reward now?”

Your eyes widen, connecting the dots immediately as you realize this was a trap and you’d foolishly fallen into it all.

It’s useless even as you struggle onto the crate to crawl away. He’s got your ankle instantly, yanking you back on your stomach and positioning his cock back at your entrance even as you beg.

“I-I’m sorry I d-disobeyed! I promise to do better, promise, please Toji, I’m sorry-hiii!” He’s sinking back inside before you’re done pleading. You’re left to grit your teeth as the pleasure and pain mingle so deliciously it has your mind and vision going fuzzy.

“I know you’re sorry kitten, but not sorry enough.” You can’t see the victorious grin on his face, you don’t know about his internal bet he’d placed either.

If you ran and did as he told you, he was going to take you to the mall regardless if you won or not.

If you ran and hid though? He was going to have his complete fill of you. Your body not able to handle as many rounds as he normally can, he was eager to really show you how long he can go.

This was your punishment and his reward.

Still, sweetly petting your head and moving the hairs in your face away, he’s kissing your cheek and murmuring in your ear soft praises. Fucking you slower and more sensually than the last two rounds.

He’s so gently holding you in his strong arms as you sob and come apart beneath him.

Eventually, the sun sets and the warehouse is dark. Illuminated only by the moon.

It’s pity that releases you, not his stamina.

You’d fallen unconscious after the fifth round, and Toji was kind enough to put your clothes back on and carry you back to the car.

You would really be sorry tomorrow when you couldn’t walk.

At least you’d gotten out of the house he kept you locked up in without any broken bones this time.

#toji fushiguro #yandere toji #jjk #18+#mdni #fem reader #drabble #toji x reader #yandere toji x reader #x reader #request filled #not proof read

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eightantseatingapples · 3 months

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Aizawa X TeachingAssistant!Reader

Summary: Aizawa helps you feel less insecure about your role in protecting 1-A

Content: hurt/comfort, fluff, him being the best boyfriend

AN: this was actually supposed to be smut but I got carried away and it turned into this lol

Stacks of mismatched papers fell slowly from your desk as you desperately searched for the one paper you needed, Kaminari had finally submitted the ethics essay you assigned and you had lost it. After weeks of telling him how important it was, how you needed it otherwise it would be a fail, he finally and sheepishly handed it to you just before the day's end. You put it somewhere on the desk, you’re sure about that.

In the vague panic of trying to find the damn essay, you didn’t hear the door to your classroom open, and you certainly didn’t notice the silent figure making its way towards you.

A paper appeared in front of your face, being held by familiar, calloused hands. Moving your eyes upwards, you noticed who the hand was attached to — raven hair and scarred skin, soothing grey eyes with heavy bags, Shouta. His brows were furrowed ever so slightly and there was a tenseness in his jawline, but he wasn’t angry.

You took the paper with trembling hands and read the words, the handwritten letters with smudged ink — Denki Kaminari. With a disbelieving huff of air, you looked back up to Shouta and smiled.

“Thank you, I’ve been looking for that.” You mumbled, not bothering to seem put together in front of him, he’s seen you at your worst, this doesn’t even come close to that.

“You need to start putting things in their proper places.” Shouta’s low voice grumbled, tilting his head in the direction of the basket of essays on your desk — something he had added to avoid this specific situation. He wasn’t being rude, it had taken a long time to figure that one out, he was simply trying to help you. He just struggled to verbalise things in a kinder way. Your mouth opened to defend yourself before you just sighed and shook your head.

The hero let out a small huff of air through his nose before he crouched down and started to pick up all of the discarded papers and trinkets that had managed to end up on the floor.

“It’s, it won’t happen again, promise.” You swore, both of you knowing just how forgetful you were and that this would happen again within the next few days. It wasn’t your fault, everything was just so much, you were the only staff member who wasn’t a hero, and you were barely a teacher. Shouta recommended you to Nedzu to be a teaching assistant for the hero course given your natural charm and qualifications. Unfortunately, that came with the side effect that you just didn't have experience dealing with stressful situations, your biggest issue for years had simply been not making enough money. Now you had a class of mismatched children, all traumatised and aged well beyond their years, all training to fight and lay their lives on the line. Their biggest fear was death, yours was not marking the papers correctly.

It rubbed you the wrong way, the way these children — your children — could defend you better than you could defend them. Sure, with legal issues and the press, you were like a fish in water. But actually defending them? Fighting for their safety and security? Making sure they didn't die? You couldn't do that.

“I can hear you thinking, love, talk to me.” Shouta whispered, looking up at you from his crouched position on the floor, a stupid little octopus trinket in his hand, engulfing it. Midoriya had gifted you that one, after noticing your love for silly little decorations like that, he was a sweet boy. Too much on his plate. Your eyes didn't leave the small, green octopus as you spoke up in a shaky voice.

“It's… It's really stupid — nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine.” Your voice was shakier than intended, and the burning in your throat from unshed tears was annoying you. Shouta glanced down at the octopus, before handing it to you and raising a brow. He still hadn't gotten up from his crouch, sometimes he really reminded you of an overgrown cat. Inhaling a calming breath, you continued. “These kids, Sho, they don't… I dunno. It's too much for them, every moment they’re alive and breathing fighting for their lives, and I'm here demanding essays from them! I'm writing words on some paper, correcting mistakes and watching as they stare down at their papers with that look. Like they know that they've done shit even though they haven’t. They're doing so well.”

A pregnant pause.

“It's so unfair,” your fingers traced the seam lines of the octopus as you continued, “I just… I feel like I should be doing more, you know? I can't throw a punch, or use a flashy quirk to protect them. All I do is grade papers and—”

“They love you.” Shouta cut in with a soft voice, placing a hand on your bouncing leg. He glanced to the side, eyeing your desk and the various trinkets and silly photos. After a silent moment, he locked eyes with you, an unspoken command to listen. His free hand waved in the direction of your messy desk. “And you love them. I've just seen you panic for 5 minutes because you couldn't find an essay that Kaminari did. Any other teacher would just demand he rewrite it, but you know better. You know how much he struggles, so you extend his deadlines, don't give me that look, it's very obvious. And you know what? This class is the only one where he submits good essays, or any at all. Todoroki likes to nap in your class, he doesn't do that in any others because only this one feels safe. Midoriya never hesitates to ask questions like he does in most other classes. Hagakure always mentions how you ask her opinion every lesson, she likes feeling seen and you know that.”

Shouta let out a small laugh, seeing your bewildered expression.

“You may not be able to punch bad guys, or save them from burning buildings, but you are their safe space. You can grade their essays and leave little doodles with reassuring messages, you can give them gold stars when they exceed your expectations, and you can hug them and tell them that everything will be okay. They feel safe with you.”

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks as he spoke, his voice was so sincere and genuine that you couldn't even question it. Standing up, he shuffled your papers to be neater, grabbed the octopus, placed it down, and turned off your laptop. Wordlessly, he pulled you up from your seat and wrapped his arms around you, letting you lean your head on his shoulder. Your hands wrapped around him, grasping his shirt desperately as your face scrunched up.

It was hard not to compare yourself to those around you, considering the school was filled with people who had years of experience and knowledge about what was going on. Your kids even had more experience than you put in the field, and on multiple occasions, you had to ask them to explain certain things to you as they rambled on about their day. It got worse when the dorms were introduced, hearing them scream or whimper in their sleep, watching as they refused to stay alone for too long and would opt to do a sleepover in the common room (something that you would always pretend to not notice), or even just seeing the scars that were produced because of you. Because you couldn’t protect them.

“The kids, they don’t really talk to me,” Shouta murmured into your hair, kissing the top of your head before continuing, “it hurts a bit. I don’t mean to be so… me, I’m always worried they’ll keep it bottled up and explode one day. But you know what I heard Iida telling everyone the other night?” Shouta asked, specifically waiting for your response. You furrowed your brows and hummed, prompting him to continue. The raven-haired man rubbed his thumb against the small of your back.

“He said that if anyone was struggling, that you would listen and help. We have a literal guidance counsellor, and Iida, who is a stickler for rules and procedures, didn’t mention Hound Dog. His first thought was you. In times of crisis, his first instinct was to go to you for help. That’s important. It’s no use being able to take down bad guys if the students don’t trust you.

“The kids like your inexperience, they like that they can feel smart and brag about silly things while you spur them on and get them to explain. They like that you are there and that you will always be there.”

You choked on a sob, and Shouta shushed you with a small smile.

“Your kids love you, baby.” He whispered, and just like that, the dam broke. Your breath hitched and your whole body shuddered as you sobbed into his shoulder. Your mind was a giant concoction of shame and despair and pride, that the kids loved you. Because that’s all you could really ask for.

None of the kids commented on how doting you were the next day, they just smiled and preened under the endless compliments. Kaminari got his essay back, with a personal note so long it belonged on a separate sheet of paper. Iida was given your personal phone number for ‘emergencies’, saying the rest of the class would need it. Todoroki was given a small pillow to rest on in class.

And you? You were given an A3 card filled with kind messages and personal anecdotes about how you helped 1-A.

Shouta watched from his sleeping bag, a small smile on his face. He definitely didn’t tell the kids you were feeling sad, definitely not. He was confident everyone would be okay as long as you and he continued working as a team, protecting your children in all the ways they needed.

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grapejuicestyless · 2 months

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Orange Juice

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summery: High school sweethearts, the picture perfect pair whose story crumbled as quickly as it started. All because of a reckless boy and his addictive nature and an emotional girl and her growing tiredness.(warning: Mentions of addiction(alcohol).)

“I need you!” He pleads, words broken and grass stuck to his knees as he stands from his spot on the ground where he lay face down, passed out in the front yard of the chateau once again.

He held her hands in his, pulling at her fingers until her knuckles seemed to stretch at his sheer force and determination to keep her put in place, to keep her with him.

“If that was true you would have stopped!” Her voice was shaky, tears burning into her cheeks and her throat constricting with each choked up breath. Still, she couldn’t look at him in the eyes, the same deep blue eyes that held her youth and captured her heart with nothing more than the twinkle of innocence and play.

She knew if she were to look back she would try to keep fighting it, and as much as she longed to always be there to help, it was obvious her help was nothing more than something that delayed his progress. JJ was his father’s son, whether they admitted it or not. No, he never laid a hand on Y/n’s skin, but when he drank his words shot to kill. He carried the same fire in his soul and a pent up rage that seethed through the cracks in his teeth each time he held a solo cup in his palms.

No amount of comfort or persuasion would stop the boy from sending himself six feet in the ground. He had drank them both dry and Y/n hated to admit that she had lost the fight, she had to throw in the towel. He wouldn’t get better until she was gone, and she knew it, even if he refused to admit that he needed to let the harsh slap of reality to beat him senseless for him to find his feet.

“You know it’s not that simple, baby! Please, tell me you know it, I’m trying, I really am. Please.” He cries, lips trembling all ugly as his nose runs and his cheeks become blotchy. He’s a mess, looks it and smells it too.

His boyish smell of sweet cedar and the sandy beaches covered with vanilla are masked with the stench of whatever he pours into his cup and day old cigarette smoke. His blonde hair isn’t messy in the cute way that he wore it when her hands would ruffle through each lock, but because he hasn’t made it to his bed in days, choosing to pass out somewhere from the front lawn to the living room if he ever makes it that far.

“Don’t bullshit me, Jay. You and me both know it, I’ve tried, and I’ve tried and we’ve wasted all that potential to get better and we’ve fought this before. We win the fight, but what about the war? What about me, the bed I sleep in and the pillow that doesn’t even smell like my fiancé anymore because he prefers to be face down passed out in our lawn!” Y/n rips her hand away from JJ’s like it’s poisonous, a bite that stings and slowly works its way into her blood.

Y/n’s not angry at him, her lover, her sweetheart fiancé. No, how could she ever be when even at his worst she can only ever see the good hidden deep inside of his abusive behaviors and dependence on all the wrong things.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home for so long, so long JJ and you never come back anymore. You’re too far gone to even remember that theres a warm bed waiting for you.” She cries, eyes closing and head falling into the boy’s shoulder as she sobs out sentences aimlessly.

The worst part is that it’s his own fault. His whole life he tried so hard to finally break free of his family’s name, the bitter memories of his abusive father and absent mother leaving him with a motivation to be better than they ever could have been. Yet, here he is half drunk with the same smell stuck on his breath and some half-assed apology ready to spew out at his lover.

“I’ll get better, for you, I will. I’d do anything for you.” She pulls away, looking at him with big doe eyes and a scrunched up nose. He thinks he finally has a chance to change for a second, to fix all his wrongdoings until she shakes her head, looking down at her feet and stepping away from him.

“No, no. Jay, no.” Wiping her cheeks, Y/n seems to finally let go of the innocence that once masked all of his imperfections.

“Your heart has changed, your soul has changed and you aren’t the man I love anymore.” Watching how she fiddles with the ring on her finger breaks his heart, no it absolutely crushes it. Reality is a sour taste to be swallowed down and JJ just can’t seem to get it down now that it’s all right in front of him.

“And I’ll always love you, and if you ever need me I’ll still be here-“

“No, Y/n/n, no.” He tries to follow her, the ring in his palm burning a circle on his skin. A symbol of their eternal love that seemed to redefine what ‘forever’ really meant.

“But I can’t be the one you rely on anymore, it’s not healthy for you.” She tries to reason with him, but he doesn’t want to hear it, he only wants her to hold him again.

“I love you!” JJ tries to make her see it, how his blood only keeps pumping even when he should be dead by now because in his heart he knows he’ll feel her touch against his forehead in the hot summer mornings and her hips against his in the late afternoons that seemed to always slip away far too quickly.

“You’re not your father, Jay.” She reminds him, making JJ stop in his tracks where he debates whether or not to cry or laugh in relief or anger.

“So thats it?” He decides to be angry even if he really isn’t, even if it’s his own fault for driving the girl away. Even if they both recognize that she needs to go away for some time.

“You’re just going to go ahead and carry on? Leave me here alone like I don’t even matter? What, was I pulling you down? Was it just too much?” He spits it like fire at her heart and she tries not to take it too harshly. Y/n knows he gets mean when he’s tipsy, and the empty bottles hidden in the long grass tell her that he’s well beyond that point now.

“I need you to get better.” She begs quietly, looking down as she speed walks down the old dirt roads that lead to a better part of town. She feels naked without the ring adorned on her finger or the weight of her soul hanging over her shoulders.

Y/n swears she can hear his sobs from across town, the broken cries wondering where his lover went in the late afternoon and the even louder ones in the early morning once the fog clears and he comes to terms with his faults.

It’s all in her head, their friends remind her, and they send her photos of him in the mail to tell her how he’s getting better. But the polaroids become further and farther in between, and soon the eyes she swore she never wanted to leave her life became those of a strangers, a stranger who knew everything there was to know about her.

“I haven’t drank in six months, on the dot.” He leans over the kitchen table, indents from his rings and scratches from pen evident in the wood. His hair is just the same as it was when they first met, a blonde mop of waves that sit perfectly around his tanned face. Only now he doesn’t look so tired and he doesn’t smell so sour.

She can only smile at him, letting the crowd fill in around them and filter out through the door as time passes and the moon sets underneath the horizon. She still thinks about how light her finger feels without the handmade ring on her finger, the promise that was within the bent metal weighing more than any diamond any man could ever buy her.

“Can I get you a drink, to celebrate? Theres orange juice in the kitchen, bought it for our friends. It’s yours if you want it, just glad you could visit.” JJ doesn’t know about the piles of photos she keeps of him, the photos that she never had the heart to unpin in her room in the chateau. He’s acutely aware of the fact his friends had been sending the girl updates, he had even asked them to at some points, just so she wouldn’t carry so much worry and guilt as he put on her all those months ago.

“I’ve missed you.” He says it softly, hoping partly that the faint music and the dying chatter from the outside will drown out his confession of love for the girl in front of him, but the sad smile on her face tells him otherwise.

“Feel’s so empty here without you, like I’ve been waiting for you to come home.” He kicks the splintered wood, hands in his pockets and his eyes darting to the orange juice sat warming on the counter like it was placed there just for him. He knew it was, and he knew who did it too.

But Y/n started to cry before JJ could even begin to thank her for all she has done for him, for sacrificing everything just to see him get better.

Shes blubbering something about regretting how she just up and left him like that, how she keeps his memories with her and still wakes up smiling when she thinks of him in her sleep. But more importantly, she cries about how she doesn’t think that she can ever have him again.

Of course, it’s not her fault that she associates his condition with her. Each relapse happened in her company and each stage was only worsened by her staying. She had to leave for him to get better and now to her, it was evident it was for the best.

JJ knows she’s wrong, but how could she? It’s his own fault for what he’s done to her but it’s really not even his fault. Falling dependent on a substance that only ever caused harm was something he started to do for fun, he never intended to become addicted to it, to become mean. They were both just victims in an incredibly cruel situation.

“It’s like you said, Y/n/n, just like you said. My heart has changed, and my soul has changed, and this town has changed, and this world has changed!” He takes her hands in his, showering her his ring and offering a new beginning to their tangled love story.

“But I have not.” It’s so quiet when she says it, JJ almost misses it. She hesitates, flinching away from the ring and refusing to put it back on for the fear that the reoccurring nightmares she had conveniently left out of his condition would come true again.

“The last time you were drunk you were face down, passed out in our lawn.” She looks at him, closing his fingers around the ring and standing from the table.

“Theres orange juice in the kitchen, bought it for you. It’s yours if you want it, I’m just glad you could visit.” She admits softly, slipping past him as calm as she can keep herself, hoping that he can’t hear the way that her heart cracks with each inhale of air.

He whispers something about still loving her, and even though she never says it back, the fact that she’s just admitted to buying the drink specifically for him with the hopes of him showing up gives JJ hope, a hope that he secretly knows will only leave him more devastated in the long run, but one that keeps him going.

He pours himself a glass of the orange juice later that night, the crowd long gone and empty solo cups scattered along the lawn. The ring in his pocket weighs down his cargo shorts pockets and burns through the fabric to his skin, but deep down he knows that he’s changed, he’s been better.

Like she had told him the day it all came crashing down, he is not his father, so he will try and try until he can mend what he broke and the wound is nothing but a scar left behind to show his strength and resilience.

JJ prefers apple juice over orange juice, but as he takes a sip of the tangy liquid, he decides it tastes sweeter than usual, and he really likes orange juice better than any other drink.

#jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jjmaybankangst #maybank

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greenmansgrove · 8 months

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“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”

—Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg.

#stone butch blues #leslie feinberg #lgbtq+#queer #druidry #druidism #butch #gender noncomformity #gender #one of the quotes that helps me feel most at home in my body and out in the world as a trans masc and historic social reject #if i find no other place in the world to be myself then i know nature will always be where i belong #really defines my druidic practices

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bellysoupset · 1 month

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Bella was really tired and ready to call it a day by the time she made it home. She desperately needed to shower after nearly getting puked on twice by Vince, but all she had the energy for was to collapse on the couch and close her eyes.

Vaguely she registered the noise of the TV in her and Luke's bedroom... Then soft footsteps... "Hey," Lucas shaking her awake, gently. Light green eyes right in front of her.

"Uhmmm..." Bella groaned, closing her eyes again, "let me sleep."

"Yeah, but in bed, how about?" Luke whispered, grabbing her arms, "c'mon, baby..."

He wrapped her arms around his neck and Bella's head floated as she felt him lift her up. She let out a little groan at the movement, curling up further around him.

A couple more steps and then they were in bed, "help me here, Bell, you need to change out of these clothes."

Bella let out a whine, but forced her eyes to open. Lucas looked wide awake, which was surprising given it was nearly 10 PM and he now fell asleep at 8 most days.

He opened a smile, "back to the land of the living?"

"Just barely," Bell groaned, rubbing her eyes and letting Lucas help her strip down her clothes.

"Where were you? I thought you were only gonna have lunch with Wendy..."

"Still at Wendy's," Bella yawned, curling up under the blankets as soon as Luke helped her inside one of his old t-shirts, that she always used as pjs, "Vince was there."

Luke's soft smile all but fell as he cringed, "Bell you didn't do anything stupid, did you?"

She glared at him, yanking at the front of her husband's shirt for him to join her in bed, "it's not stupid, he hurt you. He hurt Wendy-"

"Wendy literally took him back," Lucas said, turning off the lights and rolling on his side, illuminated just by the television, "and he didn't do anything, baby, I'm just... I'm just sad, it's not Vin's fault."

"Part of it is," Bella scoffed, moving so much closer their noses were almost brushing, "whatever, I didn't do anything."

"Not sure I believe you," Lucas chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, "so you were there until now doing what exactly? Having tea?"

"Uhm... Vinsssick..." Bella slurred, sleep pulling her under as Luke held her to his chest, her favorite spot in the world. She heard him say something else, but whatever it was, her brain completely tuned it off as she fell asleep.

She woke up around 6 AM, still in Luke's arms, but now shivering violently. Bella groaned, blindly reaching for the blankets, only to find that she was already wrapped up in them.

She let out a whine, pressing against Lucas even more and causing him to groan, "Bell, you're suffocating me-"

"I'm freezing," she answered, pressing her nose to his neck. He was so warm.

"Uhm-" Luke mumbled, sleepily planting a hand on her back, but not doing anything besides that. She could feel his deep breaths...

Suddenly she was burning up, like all the cold was out of the window. Sweat made her hair glue to her nape and Luke's hold was suffocating. She pushed back, kicking the blankets, causing her husband to let out a groan.

"Isabella, really?" he whined, turning his back to her, and Bella sat up on the bed. The room seemed to tilt as she did that, her head suddenly really heavy as it hit the headboard.

Bella gulped down the sudden queasiness, rubbing at her face and slowly pushing out of the bed and making her way to the bathroom, slumbering like a drunk.

Her face was a weird shade of olive-white. Bella wasn't snow white like Luke or Leo. Her tone was naturally darker, a light brown shade with golden undertones, that got even tanner during the summer. The gold in her skin tone had turned to green now.

She washed her face, brushing her teeth and slumping over the sink when the toothbrush caused her to gag fruitlessly. Her stomach squeezed, but nothing came up aside from the foam of the toothpaste and some tears stinging her eyes.

"Morning," Luke said gruffly, a minute later as he slipped into the bathroom still half asleep and patted her ass on his way in, not paying any attention.

Bella dried her face, clutching the hand towel, "morning..."

He lifted up his head from the sink bowl, the cold water running down his neck and soaking his shirt, a lot more alert, "everything okay?"

"Yeah," Bella nodded, which was a bad idea because her head swam at the movement. Lucas straightened up, much more awake now.

"You're a little pale, babe," he noted, reaching for his toothbrush but still watching her intently.

"I know, I'm not feeling too hot... I think I caught Vince's bug."

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that last night," Luke made his best to sound nonchalant, but failed miserably. Bella smiled at that, he was so transparent in his concern, "is Vince okay?"

"Well, he's sick as a dog," Bell pointed out, "but Wendy's with him, so he'll be fine."

She really wanted to sit down. Her legs were starting to feel like jelly.

"What sort of bug?" Luke sounded suddenly much louder and Bella startled as she realized she had let her eyes drift off and that he had stepped closer. He wasn't holding his toothbrush anymore, it was nowhere in sight, "Bell?"

"Stomach flu," Bella mumbled, her face feeling all tingly, body suddenly cold again, "Luke..."

"You definitely caught it," he sighed, a big hand coming to feel her forehead and stayed there once Bella leaned against the comforting touch, "you've got a fever there, Bells."

"Vince is such an asshole," Bella grumbled and he chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her back to bed.

"How's your stomach?" Lucas raised the blankets so she could slip under them once more and Bella gladly fell against the pillows, sighing in relief.

"It's okay..." Bella forced her eyes to stay open, "how are you...?"

Luke frowned at the question, flicking a curl away from her eyes, "I'm fine, baby..." he tucked in the blankets around her, "if you're feeling alright, I'm gonna get you some meds for this fever, ok?"

She nodded, not bothering to answer and closing her eyes again.

Not even a second later Lucas was shaking her awake. Bella groaned, curling up. She was freezing and she only wanted to sleep, "leave me alone."

"Sorry, baby, but I can't," Luke, cupping her nape and holding her slightly up, almost sitting, "big swallow."

"Uhm-" she scrunched up her nose as a sweet liquid met her lips, trying to turn her face as the smell made her stomach churn and Lucas let out a huff.

"C'mon, one gulp-"

Bella swallowed down the shot of medicine, before coughing and forcing her eyes open. Their room was much brighter, the sunlight slipping through the curtains. She was clammy with sweat and Luke was wearing a completely different outfit.

"Did you give me children's medicine?" Bella groaned, gagging at the overtly sweet taste and Luke blushed, shrugging.

"I was scared you'd choke on the pills," he said, his ears turning pink, "how are you feeling?"

"Like I was run over by a truck, twice," Bella curled up again, "sleepy. My head hurts. I'm freezing."

"It's a low fever, baby," Luke said, brushing her hair and Bella let out a scoff.

"I'm dying of plague," she grumbled, hiding a smile against his wrist as he petted her hair, "be sympathetic with my plight and come cuddle me."

He let out a surprised chuckle, "you? Dying of plague? Bella, please," Luke rolled his eyes, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her brow, "you severely downplayed Vince's illness, by the way."

"Did I?" Bella scoffed, scooting on the bed so she could press her cheek to Luke's thigh, "he's a big guy, he'll live."

"I called Wendy and she said it hit him pretty hard, he's been pretty unresponsive..." Bella could hear the crystalline concern in Lucas' voice, "Jonah's over there to help though..."

"So you were ready to leave your sick, dying wife, to go coddle Vince?" Bella dug a finger on Luke's ribs, causing him to squirm and try and bat her hand away, "you're terrible. I want a divorce."

"I wasn't gonna leave you," Luke chuckled, stroking her cheek, "I was just worried, I would swing by if they needed meds and-"

"Oh shut up," Bella groaned, turning her face away, "go away," she rolled on the bed, kicking Luke weakly, "I don't wanna talk with you anymore."

The bed shook as Lucas jumped on it, grabbing her wrists and forcefully rolling Bella back to him, grinning the whole way, "green isn't your color, Bell."

"I'm a ginger, of course it is," she glared at him, but then grimaced, as the room continued to spin since Luke had pulled her so suddenly. She pressed her eyes closed, breathing through the nausea that churned in her stomach.

"Bella?"

"Give me a minute," Bella moaned, grabbing on his shoulder to push herself up on the bed, in a sitting position. Luke's playful smile had all but vanished, worry coloring his face.

"Are you gonna throw up?"

Bella shook her head no, but she didn't dare open her mouth. It was as if she was in a funhouse, everything distorted and weird. She gulped down nervously, "Luke-"

"Okay, okay, I got you," he cupped her face, pushing her curls back and forcing Bella to look up at the ceiling, "deep breaths, babe. You just moved too fast."

Her stomach rolled and Bella pressed her lips tightly together, before a gag shook her frame and she darted a hand up, shielding her mouth- "Bucket-"

Luke let go of her in a second, skipping away. Bella gulped down as another gag sent the super sweet medicine up and she was forced to swallow it back down. She whimpered, curling up-

"Here, I-"

Bella lurched for it, all but burying her head in the plastic bowl and easily coughing up the medicine, with a horrible gurgling noise.

"Shhh, I got you-" Luke whispered, pulling the hair away from her mouth and bunching it up in one hand, the other one steadying the bowl, "calm down-"

Bella panted over the bowl, groaning loudly as her stomach continued to churn, "now I'm dying."

"Nah, nowhere close," he answered her playfully, "done? Do you think you can handle some water?"

"Do- done," Bell punctuated the word with another empty heave, but all that came up was some purple colored saliva, "water sounds great."

"I'll be right back, lie down," Lucas instructed, helping her against the pillows and Bella groaned as a fierce cramp hit her. She pulled her knees to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut and shivering in disgust as she could still taste the sweet liquid in the back of her throat.

She felt utterly miserable and, sadly, completely awake. Despite feeling drained and woozy, she couldn't fall back asleep. Bella was still curled up, trembling, when Luke came back into the room, holding now the packet of pills and a bottle of water.

"Bottoms up and if it stays down we can try the pills in an hour," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed and handling her the plastic bottle, "small sips."

"I'm not a child," Bella grumbled, taking one tentative sip and making sure it settled, before taking a bigger one, "did you take your meds?"

"Quit worrying about me, you've literally just thrown up," Luke rolled his eyes, "that's probably how you got sick in the first place."

"How are you making this your fault, Atwood? You cannot have given me the flu," Bella raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"No," he pushed her back against the pillows, "but you've been worrying about me since November, it's no wonder you'd crash. That's one hell of a honeymoon."

Bella let out a frustrated huff, rolling on her side, "nu-uh, as soon as you're better we're going to the beach. I want to get so fucked up on mojitos I'll forget my own name."

He let out an amused scoff, "you already don't remember your name most days, Isabella Martinez-Atwood."

Bell opened a pleased smile at that, "I love it when you say it..." her smile morphed into a grimace, "I'm gonna puke again."

"You're so romantic," Luke teased her, reaching for the now clean bucket.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #isabella martinez #isabella martinez-atwood #using her new name so i can easily tell which fics are post wedding #stomach flu #some sickee bella for all the people asking for my girls to suffer

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kteezy997 · 3 months

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Between Two Strangers//t.c.

Warning: slightly suggestive material

Time to get up. Work. Again. It was Wednesday and you hadn't been to the coffee shop all week, so you were going to treat yourself this morning. If you were late to work, so be it. They could fire you, sure, but good luck to them in finding your replacement. It was a crappy job, kinda crappy pay, but it was close to your place, and it wasn't super demanding.

This was going to be the highlight of your day. Iced caramel coffee with extra espresso. It was so damn good. They got it so right every time. You gave the workers a nice little tip in their jar and made your way out of the shop, suddenly smacking right into something-or someone, rather. Your coffee spilled, the other person's coffee spilled, it was an absolute mess.

"I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, the Midwesterner in you was always the first to claim fault and apologize, not matter who caused the issue.

"No, no it was all me." said the young, curly-haired gentleman you had bumped into.

Your leg was cold from your ruined drink, but you felt worse for him. His coffee was hot, and it was splattered on his shirt. But he took it well and didn't say a word about the discomfort.

The workers were kind and came over quickly to help you both up off the floor. They insisted on cleaning up the coffee mess, and that it happens all the time.

You and the stranger thanked them most humbly and looked at each other. Wow, he was really cute. The kind of attractive that almost demands you to stare. He had the type of beauty that you don't come across often. Rich, dark curls, laying naturally on his head, black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and tall white socks tucked over the pant legs with sneakers. So normal, but somehow you could tell that he was so unique at the same time.

He was pretty for a man, eyes that screamed the color green, high cheek bones, sharp jawline, pale, nearly flawless skin, but he had a contrast of faint, dark stubble along his upper lip and chin that did a fine job of reminding you of his masculinity.

You smiled at him, and he smiled back, and you noticed a small smear of coffee on his cheek. "Oh, here, you got.." you took your napkin, folding it some and dabbing at the liquid spot on his cheek.

"Coffee." he finished for you, letting you blot it away.

"Yeah." you grinned. Wow, the eye contact. Fuck.

"Let me buy you a new coffee, please. It's the least I could do for running into you like that." he laughed softly.

"Okay," you nodded, "sure. Thank you."

..........

You hoped that the staff wasn't too annoyed by having to remake both drinks. But hey, they were all paid for, and Timmy gave them a hundred-dollar tip. You didn't know anyone who left that big of a tip for anything, much less a couple of cups of coffee.

Timmy. He told the cashier that the name for the order was Timmy.

You walked out of the coffee shop together and prepared to go your separate ways.

"Well, thank you for the coffee. It was nice meeting you." you said, sort of reluctant to leave this beautiful stranger, but you did have to work.

"Yeah, of course, of course. I'm sorry for all that in there. I'm Timmy, by the way." he held his hand out to you.

You smiled and shook his hand lightly. His hand was soft, which was a bit odd for a man, but perhaps not a man living in New York. Maybe he had an office job, like you. "I'm y/n. It was great meeting you as well." I wanna see you again.

He smiled too, showing you his cute and slightly imperfect teeth. "Enjoy the day, y/n." He said kindly, turning away to leave the coffee shop storefront.

"Wait, Timmy." you blurted. Maybe he'd want to hang out?

He turned back and looked at you, a tiny smile again.

"Would you want to grab lunch? I mean, you probably have plans today, and probably a girlfriend, but... I don't know, you seem really nice."

He chuckled, "Well, I don't have a girlfriend, um, but I have a meeting today, but yeah, I can do lunch. How about 1:30? You live around here?"

"My office is like five blocks away. 1:30 works for me."

"Okay, cool, give me your number, and I'll text you the address. I know a great place for us to meet." he put his hand out.

You happily handed your phone over. You were certain that he would probably leave you hanging, and not text or anything at all, but it was worth a shot.

He took your phone, furrowing his brow as he typed away, "You like sandwiches?" he asked.

"I love sandwiches." you answered.

"Perfect." he handed your phone back to you. "I'll be seeing you, y/n, gotta run."

...........

You felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on the new kid in class. Your brain was foggy at work. You couldn't think, at least not about anything work related.

Your phone buzzed at 1 in the afternoon. It was from your newest contact: Timothee. It was an address to a local sandwich shop. You were so ecstatic that he was going through with it. He seemed so genuinely nice that you believed that he would really meet you for lunch.

You got to the place a tad early, maybe it was just because you were excited to see him again. You hoped it wouldn't come across as tacky, being so early. you picked a table and waited.

1:30 came, but he was nowhere to be seen.

You ordered a drink to keep you occupied, but your spirits went down as the minutes kept passing, and you remained alone at your table.

Your phone showed 1:45 on the clock. No message from him, no sight of him. Disappointed, you sighed. You did one last look around the restaurant, before you stood up to leave, and you were completely shocked. There were the pretty, dark bed of curls.

"Hey, y/n!" Timmy called to you, rushing over to your table. "I am so sorry." he said, sitting down across from you. He seemed out of breath. "My meeting ran over and I pretty much ran all the way here."

"I thought you just decided not to come." you said with a shrug and a kind smile.

"Oh, no, no, I'm sorry. Please, let's get some food. I wanna make it up to you afterwards."

"That's really nice of you, but really, it's not necessary. Lunch is totally fine." you insisted.

"No, please, let me bring you over to my place this evening. I'm sure you have to get back to work soon but let me pick you up after. I promise I won't leave you hanging again."

You giggled, "Timmy, I don't even know you. You'd really pick me up?"

"Yes, I want to. We'll hang out, we'll do whatever you want."

"Hmm." you pondered, maliciously, "Whatever I want, huh?"

Timmy shrugged his shoulders, smirking, he said, "Look, I'm available for whatever service you might need."

You pursed your lips, "Okay."

He smiled, "Great. Have you ordered?"

You shook your head 'no.'

"Alright, I'll go order two of my favorite sandwich. Don't worry, I don't like any weird condiments or vegetables. You'll like it, I promise."

A/n: this isn’t my best but if I do a part two, it’ll be better lol

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

#timothée chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee x reader #timothée imagine #timothee fanfic #timothée chalamet fanfic #timothée chalamet imagine #lil timmy tim

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almost-poetic-assumptions · 4 months

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“Nature held me close and seemed to find no fault with me.”

Stone Butch Blues, Leslie Feinberg.

#stone butch blues #leslie feinberg #poetry #musings #inspiration #words #not my writing

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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I'm not sure if reqs are open, buy if you, can you please do something like this, but the reader is a teen? (15/16?) (Just like me irl lmao) (sorry if reqs are closed and for my blindness) ._."<3

still too young

a/n: straight up had no idea what to do for this one, so heres a vague assortment of headcanons about it. thank you for your request, and yes, they’re open!

word count: ~1.5k

-> warnings: spoilers for inazuma and the first sumeru archon quests, spoilers for albedo and razor lore, uhh people are unnecessarily rude to you, they kinda don’t see you as a person due to the nature of this situation—not all of them, but a major chunk. they’re simultaneously very obsessive and very lax. bad format.

-> lowercase intended!

taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky || @valeriele3

< masterlist >

right off the bat, things are going to be a lot different even as they’re very similar. when your main—who will be referred to as the favored for simplicity—finds you in the field, they still behave the same. theyre still going to be convinced that you’re the key to their god’s forgiveness, and though they’re surprised at your age, they don’t miss a beat. you’re too old to be so easily convinced, but you’re still too young to be wise enough to say no.

you’re tucked in the corner, a hilichurl’s club held tight in your shaking grip.

for the sake of this, we’ll say that you’ve been intentionally avoiding them, unwilling to taint your opinion of them. now youre cornered, and you doubt that teyvat can knit the bushes behind you tight enough to delay them. you don’t want to fight them, you don’t, but their weapon was still on display, shining in the early morning light as their shoulders heave with exertion.

they follow your eyes and dismiss it, carefully approaching you. the blessing of their god is lesser this time, but still powerful enough that they’re on the right track.

“hello,” they say, and introduce themselves. it’s useless, considering you know them already, but it’s not as if they know that.

when they prod for your name, you don’t answer, not even to give a fake one, and they frown. you do seem scared.. maybe they should try this from a different angle?

“i’m not here to hurt you,” they whisper, taking another step closer. “i promise.”

you’re too tired to think of resisting.

sumeru

• starting with this one first: no way in hell the akademiya is taking you seriously once it registers

• not a chance.

• the sages are welcoming(ish) at first, willing to allow this version of their savior—for who else could save them from their ‘god’s wrath?—to be… like this, but that must be because you want to better influence the young, right? you want to be relatable? this, all this is because you want to better be able to understand and talk to the newest generation, right?

• they’re like a corporation on twitter. that’s the nicest way to put it

• once they realize, through one mean or another, that no, you’re just young, this isn’t an alteration to your form, you’re being dismissed. you’re not their god, they don’t have to pay attention to you. they don’t have to pay attention to your odd sense of humor and whatever ‘based’ means in your eternally complex context. all they have to do is make you happy and keep you safe.

• (you’re not. to either.)

• to the sages of the akademiya, you’re a means to an end.

• if, by chance, you’re a tighnari / collei main, you’re a lot better off! they’re kinder, protective to a fault. you quickly become commonplace in gandharva ville, and integrate a lot easier. they’re probably two of the few to register you as the actual creator, but that’s mostly because theyre the ones who patch you up most often. it might take a while, but stick it out.

liyue

• more people who will laugh at you </3

• ningguang is the leader of liyue in every way that matters, and i just… i can’t see her taking a teenager seriously. you could lay out a 3-page, mla formatted—not that she’d recognize it—essay with cited sources, but she’d dismiss it all under the grounds of a minor grammatical error in line 4 of paragraph 5. oh, and it’s below the required word count for a report submitted to the qixing, so jot that down. you could use the words.

• in her mind, you’re just another task. something else to take care of, one that admittedly takes priority since you’re from their god, but still. she feeds you, makes sure you have clean clothes and aren’t sick, she keeps you safe, but it’s all hollow. keqing doesn’t care for you all that much—her creator’s on thin ice anyway—and though ganyu is kind, she can’t do much outside of bringing you a bundle of qingxin whenever you’re down(always). to the liyue qixing, you’re an assignment. one they can’t fail.

• if you’re a childe main, i’m sorry.

• if you’re a xiangling main, you have a chance at normality. she’s pretty strange but will be unlikely to turn you in or be harsh about it.

• if you’re a hu tao main, you also have a chance, just do your best to convince her not to bring you to zhongli. please.

• if you’re a zhongli main i’m sorry.

• can’t believe i almost forgot xiao, but i don’t feel i need to say much on the topic except for asking what color you want your shackles to be /hj

inazuma

• WOOO BOY

• R.I.P. to you, you had a nice run, good luck ever being able to leave the tenshukaku. the second the shogun sees you, it’s game over. to her, the people and environment are too inconsistent, too changing, too dangerous for somebody of your caliber. she’ll insist with iron eyes and a steel hand that you’re to stay there, where they can keep you safe. to her, the creator was the ultimate symbol of eternity—after all, what else is constant but creation? what else is certain besides the fact that new life will flourish, live, then die again?

• i’ll be one of the first to insist that ei =/= the raiden shogun, but it still stands that ei was still the one to give the shogun her commands. when she said to enforce eternity, her word was law, and when she says to keep you from leaving, she still carries that weight to her voice. what she says goes, and she says that you are to stay there.

• if you’re a kamisato main, rip.

• similarly, sorry to all the thoma mains.

• kazuha’s technically from inazuma so i’ll put him here: you have the best chance with him alone. the crux seem kind, but beidou is.. close with ningguang.

• if you’re a heizou main… play your cards right.

mondstat

• honestly? your best chance at living an okay life.

• they’re a nation of freedom! that isn’t to say they won’t vehemently press against you leaving the city—or springvale, if you’re smart about it—but you will have the most freedoms. they keep you from the kitchen and training grounds, but if you’re really interested then kaeya and jean might set up a very, very child-proof mock training set up for you. lisa also has a giant library, so guess what hobby you have now. sucrose and albedo may or may not let you watch—from a very safe distance with 10ft of protective barriers—and it’s a toss up as to whether diluc would even let you leave the manor, let alone mondstat.

• albedo mains are royally screwed. like you have a negative percent chance of ending up okay in this certain hyper-specific au. either he’ll keep you for evaluation and minor experimentation, or he’ll find out some way to keep you in the city / monitor your location. as a master(?) of khemia, he has a heavy interest in the creator. if you’re his chance to understanding it, them, and himself better, you are not leaving.

• quick fire: lisa mains have no chance, jean + noelle mains have an okay shot, and amber mains have a ~32% chance, diluc and kaeya mains are on the thinnest of ice. if you’re a diona main i have several questions but the only important one is who do you think she’ll turn you in to?

• if you’re a razor main 1) i love you keep up god’s work 2) you have one of the best chances! he’s not really involved with many people, just pray that lisa doesn’t find out about you. same goes for bennett, though he may be suspicious after a while and turn you in(his bad luck fades when you’re around sorry i make the rules)

• if you’re a venti main…. uh.

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Anything Can Happen In The Woods

Naga!Leviathan x Male Reader

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

Summary: Reader wanders into Leviathan’s woods and gets lost, but the naga is friendlier than the urban legends let on

Genre: Smut

content/warnings: medieval-ish time period(i think?), slight use of hypnotism, Naga Levi has two dicks, size difference, belly bulge, Naga Levi has a long forked tongue, outdoor sex, coming inside, slight mating/breeding kink, Leviathan holds you the whole time, reader is really innocent and kind of dumb tbh but it’s cute, Levi is low key OOC but it’s for the sake of the AU, slight overstim at the end, biting with slight blood

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Leviathan had never found humans agreeable. One too many times they had branded him a monster, an abomination, tried to burn down his woods or kill him when all he wanted was to be left alone in his wonderful solitude. He had one too many scars from humans, both mental and physical, and he’d been forced to embrace the “monster” label to chase off anyone who wandered too close, though his naturally sweet nature prevented him from really hurting anyone.

That was until you came along.

He had initially huffed with annoyance when he realized he was smelling a human somewhere nearby. He grumbled to himself the entire time he was hunting for you. He supposed it was his fault for being naive enough to think that the humans had finally wised up and left him be for good. Seems he would have to put on the scary monster facade once more.

But when he laid eyes on you, the first human he’d ever seen not carrying a weapon, he was more than intrigued.

“Oh gosh, oh no…” He listened to you repeat to yourself as you turned around and around, clearly lost. He chuckled at your comical misfortune.

He only got a few seconds to really look at you with the way you were running about, but it was more than enough. The way the last few rays of sun made your lips shine, the way your eyes reflected the evening light, the clumsiness of your unsure steps…

Cute. That was the one word running through his head. Cute in the way a frightened animal is cute.

Upon closer inspection, not only did you not have any weapons, you didn’t have much of anything besides a small leather satchel only big enough to hold a single book and quill.

You paused and glanced around, impulsively running this way and that as you tried to find your way back to the path you were on just a few moments ago. Unfortunately this less than favorable approach didn’t work, and you were only becoming more and more worried with each passing second. The sun was setting fast, and you couldn’t navigate in the dark, not to mention the array of predators that come out at night.

Leviathan watched from the trees in silence, merely observing you for a long while although you were oblivious to his presence. Eventually you had to stop to rest, slumping against a tree and catching your breath.

You sighed and pulled out your book, flipping through some of the pages as a way to take your mind off your current situation. Leviathan peaked over your shoulder from above, looking down at the book.

It held many sketches and notes about the flora and fauna of the woods, all of which Leviathan could recognize. Each page had a date and a note of the area the organism was found in, and from these he could gather that this was not the first time you wandered into the woods like this. You’d been through many forests, gathering information about the plants and animals you could find, what their uses could be. That must’ve been why you were here.

You’ve never gotten yourself lost quite like this though.

Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for you to stray from the paths a bit, but you always found your way back. This time felt…different, though. In your panic you’d gotten completely turned around, and you had no compass to speak of.

Looking over your book could only satiate you for so long. Soon you were tucking it back into your satchel, preparing to stand when suddenly a low voice called out from somewhere unknown.

“Going somewhere?”

You jumped up, looking all around you as you tried to figure out where the voice came from. All you saw were the dark trees, blocking out the fading sun.

“I asked you a question, human.”

Yet again you did not answer, hardly processing the words over the distress of being taunted by something you could not see. The voice seemed to be coming from all around you, distant one moment then mere inches away the next, but no matter where you looked there was nothing.

“Answer, human.” Leviathan growled, growing frustrated.

“I…I-I…” You stuttered, desperately searching for any words in your racing mind.

“I was just….leaving.” You finally managed, beginning to back away. That was when you looked up.

You saw him. He knew you saw him. You froze when you locked eyes, mouth going dry.

“Is that so?” Leviathan hissed in response. How he loved intimidating you. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he would never, but you didn’t need to know that. After all the hurt humans had caused him, he deserved to have a bit of fun.

“It’s been a long while since a human was unlucky enough to get lost in my woods.”

“Your woods…?” You echoed in a whisper.

Leviathan nodded, slowly extending a clawed hand down the tree trunk, lowering himself just a bit. His eyes shone in the last few rays of sunlight, giving them an ominous glow.

“Yes, mine. I thought I made it clear many times that humans are not welcome.”

You were frozen in place as he slowly climbed down, overgrown purple hair falling over his face and shoulders. His seemingly endless tail was tangled in the branches behind him, making the trees shift as he moved.

“I-I’m sorry!” You blurted out, “I-I didn’t know, really! I was only here to look. I’m making a-a guide, you see—“

You began pulling out your book, shaky hands fumbling with the buckle of your satchel.

“A guide?” Leviathan inquired, quirking a brow.

“Yes sir! A guide to the native flora and fauna— a-and not just to this forest, I’ve been all around!” You opened your book to a random page and turned it to him. He pretended to be interested, as if he hadn’t already seen it.

“I’m not here to hurt anything, I swear! I-I’ll leave, and never come back. Or, I will if I can, uh, figure out how to leave…” You added the last part in a mutter, stowing your book away once more.

“Oh, I know that, little human.”

Suddenly Leviathan was down from the tree, and for a moment you thought he was about to strike. On instinct you crouched with a yelp, covering your head. When you looked up, though, he had circled around you, looking you over.

“Hmm…I haven’t seen one of you in a while. And it’s been even longer since I’ve seen one so…”

Suddenly he was rising up, towering over you as his shadow engulfed your form.

“…Defenseless.”

You gulped, trying to back away but you tripped over one of his coils and landed flat on your ass. Leviathan laughed under his breath.

With lighting quick speed he was hovering over you, hands on either side of you and face mere inches from yours. His brows were furrowed tightly, his eyes looking over and closely examining every part of your face. He stayed this way for what felt like an eternity.

“…H-Hello.” You squeaked, breaking the heavy silence in an attempt to be friendly. Anything to convince him not to hurt you.

“Hello.” He replied quickly. “You reek of your human village.“

“I…I-I’m sorry?”

He didn’t reply, seeming deciding we was done with your face and moving on to your body. His hand rested on your shoulder before moving down your arm, grabbing your wrist and turning it over in his hands.

“Hm. Small.” He observed aloud, pressing your palm to his.

“Wha— What are you doing?” You asked sheepishly, a little unnerved by his suddenly comfortability with you.

“Inspecting. I’ve never gotten this close to a human without being attacked. I want to see everything.”

“E-Everything…?!” You squealed, flinching as his hands moved down to your chest.

“…Yes? What’s wrong?”

“W-Well, that’s a bit, um…intimate, dont you think?” You tried your best not to sound too defiant, still trying to stay in his good graces.

Leviathan tilted his head in confusion.

“Why?”

“Well, uh…humans dont usually lay hands on another unless they’re, well, partners…a-and I don’t even know your name.”

“Leviathan.”

You replied with your name, intending to keep speaking but he went right back to what he was doing. He even leaned in to smell you a few times. It was completely normal to him; this was how nagas greeted each other, getting familiar with each other’s scent and feel. Why were you so tense?

“W-Woah, woah! Watch it!” You scooted back quickly as his hands dipped a bit too low for your liking.

Leviathan simply stared at you in confusion. There were a few moments of awkward silence as you merely stared at each other, your mouth hanging half open as you tried to find words. Leviathan beat you to it.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only nodded, eyes never leaving his face.

“I’m serious,” He continued, “I never fight humans unless they fight me first.”

You nodded again.

“I told you, I haven’t been up close with a human before. You’re the first to come in peace.”

He began crawling nearer once more, but this time you made no move to pull away.

“It’s…it’s okay.” You replied, slipping your satchel off your shoulders and setting it to the side as you pulled your knees to your chest.

“Are all humans this…small, now?”

“Hey! ‘m not small…you’re just big.”

“Aha, my apologies. Humans usually send their best warriors after me. I’ve seen ones three times your size.”

Cautiously he reached a hand out, watching for you to move away, but you didn’t. Slowly it came down to rest on your head, combing through your hair. He leaned in once more, his nose brushing over your neck as he inhaled your scent. His breath was so warm, and it sent shivers down your spine.

Internally you were screaming at yourself. You should’ve been running away from this monster! He appeared out of nowhere! And he stalked you! And he was getting way too into your personal space!

And yet…

“What are you doing?” You asked in whisper.

“Getting used to your scent. Do…do you humans not do that?”

“Not really, but…i-it’s fine…”

If this was his custom, who were you to deny him? He wasn’t hurting anything, he was just greeting you like he would greet another one of his kind, and that’s okay. Right?

“Let me ask you something, human. And I want you to be honest.” He said lowly into your ear. He pulled away slowly, eyes catching yours and refusing to let go. You tried to break the eye contact, to just glance away, but you could not. He was so oddly entrancing.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“Yes sir.”

You meant to say no. Why did you say that? You were supposed to say no. And yet when you tried to go and correct yourself, you had no voice. Something in the deep orange of his eyes told you you were under his spell.

“Figures. I suppose I can’t blame you.”

Then his arms were wrapping around you, lifting you into the air as if you weighed nothing. You might as well have.

“Woah woah, wait—!”

Leviathan tucked an arm beneath you while the other laid over your back, not quite pushing you against him but not allowing you to fall back either.

“Shhh, it’s alright. Don’t struggle, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

His voice sent a wave of calm through you, filling you with odd warmth that bloomed in your stomach and sprouted up your body and down your arms and legs.

“I told you, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re…interesting.” He explained, a hint of heavy breathing behind his voice.

Something about the way he was speaking was making your face feel hot. You weren’t sure why you felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Maybe it’s his piercing gaze, the way he’s looking right into your soul. Maybe it’s his voice that had suddenly gotten a lot lower, reverberating in your chest. Maybe it’s just the feeling of being so minuscule compared to him, yet being oddly assured in his arms.

For the first time you really looked over him. Messy purple hair that fell to his shoulders and half concealed his pointed ears which flicked about, a muscular torso littered with scars that faded into purple scales that seemed to go on and on forever behind him, strong arms connected to blackened clawed hands that could hold you as if you bore no weight. He was holding you so close as well, his grip firm but not tight as if he thought you may crack under too much pressure.

His human half was…oddly attractive.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Leviathan’s voice.

“I have a proposition for you, human. I think we can help each other. You will go back to your little village and tell everyone that I’m dead, do your best to erase any record of my existence. I’ll even give you some scales as proof. That way, I can live out the next couple of hundred years in peace. In return, I’ll give you whatever you’d like. Maybe some new plants or beetles for your little book?”

That definitely wasn’t a fair trade, but he figured you could come up with something better on your own.

You considered his offer. You weren’t really sure why it took so long; you weren’t losing anything. In fact, this was a best case scenario.

And yet something in you hesitated. You’re just supposed to…go back to your village? Just leave? After meeting a real life naga? Especially one that looked like him?

You didn’t want to. You couldn’t.

Leviathan sensed your hesitation, sighing to himself as he shifted you a bit in his hold, adjusting your position.

“What’s the matter, human? Hm?”

“I…I-I don’t know.” Something was wrong, but you simply couldn’t put your finger on it.

“I’ve offered you quite a lovely deal.”

“Yes, yes you have, but…”

“…But?”

You swallowed, words escaping you as you tried to place your feelings.

“But…I don’t— I can’t just go back. I can’t just pretend like this didn’t happen, and I-I don’t even know what I want…”

A smug grin broke out across Leviathan’s face, his fangs poking out just slightly.

“Humans never do. But something tells me you want more than what i’ve offered, yes?”

You didn’t get a chance to reply. Once again he was at your neck, breathing deeply and taking in your smell. A small squeal slipped through your lips.

“Mhm. Don’t answer,” Leviathan said, “I can smell it on you…”

“Smell…? Smell what?”

Arousal. He could smell your arousal. It was subtle, but certainly there, and he could pick up on it in an instant even if the feeling was subconscious.

“Never mind that. I could offer you something even better. Something you’ll never, ever forget, little human. Something I know your kind loves.”

The sound of ripping fabric nearly made you scream.

Leviathan had hooked a claw under the collar of your shirt and dragged it down, tearing through the material like it was tissues paper. It fell to the ground soundlessly.

“L-Leviathan—!”

The sudden force had you gripping onto him to steady yourself.

Without skipping a beat his hand moved to the waistband of your pants next, ready to slice through it when you stopped him.

“Wait, wait wait!”

Leviathan paused, not moving his hand but looking up at you.

“Shhhh little human, you’ll be okay.” Once more he was locking eyes with you, capturing your gaze. “You can trust me to keep you safe.”

You didn’t know why you believed him, but you did. Something in your soul told you he was telling the truth. And yet, you couldn’t help but voice your concerns.

“Y…Y-You’re not really gonna…”

“Fuck you?”

You winced at the vulgarity.

“I…I-I don’t know if I can…” You said meekly, “You’re just so…so….so much bigger…M-Maybe we shouldn’t—“

“Aw, little human,” Leviathan interrupted with a laugh, “Don’t worry. I always take good care of my mates.”

And with that he sliced through your pants and underwear in one go, pulling the scraps of fabric off the rest of the way and tossing it down.

His forked tongue darted out to lick his lips and he looked over your small body. You almost moved a hand to cover yourself, but instead you threw your arms around his neck and gazed up at him.

He brought a hand up to your chest, drumming his claws against you for a moment before retracting them, leaving behind rather human looking hands.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I seem…eager.” Leviathan said as he hand traveled down, just barely brushing against your now rock hard cock as it passed on its way to your back. “I won’t lie; the second I saw you, I thought you were adorable. Stumbling ‘round like a fool. It was….endearing.”

You wrapped your legs around him to hold on, allowing him to hold you with one arm around your back. Meanwhile his other hand was teasing your entrance, bringing a whine out of you.

“Oh, little human. You’re going to be so much fun.“

Then he was pushing two fingers into you, quickly pulling you into a kiss before you had a chance to scream, though it didn’t stop you from trying.

His hand was so big, and his long, slender fingers hit all the right spots. If he could hit this deep with just his fingers, you could only imagine how amazing his dick would feel.

“My, my,” Leviathan muttered as he pulled away, “If you’re this tight around just my fingers, I can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my cocks…”

You nearly choked.

“C…Cocks…? A-As in—“

“Two? Yes.”

“Oh, god…”

Suddenly your nerves were amplified tenfold. Leviathan noticed immediately, taking pity on his poor human mate.

“Now, now, you’ll be alright. I promised I’d take good care of you, didn’t I?”

You merely nodded in reply, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He could feel you shudder against him as he added a third finger, spreading you out as best he could. There was only so much he could do with his hands.

“You promise you’ll be careful..?” You whispered meekly into his ear.

“Oh, I promise, little human.”

Your grip on him only tightened, your nails scratching up his back and one hand coming up to tangle itself in his hair. You tried not to be too tense, hoping it would aid the process a bit, but it was far too difficult to relax completely.

His lips brushed against your neck as he nestled into your neck, sighing against your warm skin.

Slowly he worked in a fourth finger, and he can feel your nails digging into his back. He certainly was not complaining, though.

You were struggling more and more to contain your voice, pathetically whimpering against his shoulder as his fingers thrusted in and out of you. He wasn’t being terribly rough, but he didn’t want to be too gentle either. Partly because he really did need to prepare you, and partly because he simply loved the way you mewled when he hit just the right spot. He could feel your cock twitch against his stomach.

“Oh, please…” You whispered, “Deeper…”

He gladly obliged, putting even more force into his thrusts. It made you arch your back for just a moment before you relaxed against him once more. The way you constricted around his digits only made him crave to be inside you more.

He really should’ve kept going, but he was getting so impatient.

“Mm…taking my fingers so well. Think you’re ready for my cocks yet?” There was an odd shake to his voice, a crack in his facade telling you that he wanted this just as much as you.

“I…I think so…” You replied as you sat up, hands braced against his chest. After one last thrust he removed his fingers, and the second they left you already felt empty. Fortunately, you would not stay this way for long.

Suddenly you felt something warm and wet rub against your backside. You glanced down to see that both of Leviathan’s erections had unsheathed from a slit on the front of his tail, and they were more than you could’ve ever asked for.

“Oh, no—“ You whimpered as Leviathan’s hands moved to grip your legs. You instinctively tried to squirm away from them, but he held you firmly in place.

“Oh come now, you’ll be alright.” Leviathan insisted, but the look in his eyes made you more than nervous.

“I-I…I just don’t know if I can…”

Leviathan merely pulled you tighter against him, his face intimately close to yours.

“I said you’ll be alright.” His voice was oddly stern, but he sounded sure.

He could see the way your eyes widened as he lifted you, the way your breath labored as your eyes lowered. He couldn’t blame you for being nervous, really, but he promised to keep you safe.

He leaned in to pull you into a soft kiss, distracting you as you were lowered. You yelped against his lips as his cocks teased your entrance, just barely breaching it.

He never pulled away from the soft kiss, a tender distraction from the way he was forcing himself into you. It was slow; it had to be, after all. He couldn’t risk breaking his precious human.

He paused about halfway, finally breaking the kiss and giving you a moment to really breathe.

“Leviathaaaaaan…” You whined, your thighs trembling in his strong hands. The pain wasn’t nearly what you were expecting—possibly due to a bit of magic work from Leviathan—but you weren’t used to being this full.

And yet, as he filled you the rest of the way, something about the feeling of his thick cocks resting in your stomach was absolutely blissful.

“See, human? I told you you’d be alright.” Leviathan said with a grin. You nodded in a daze, hardly processing the words.

He put a gentle hand on your stomach, letting a groan out under his breath as he felt the bulge his cocks made inside of you. He pressed on it just a bit, savoring the whine it brought out of you.

“Th…That feels weird…” You whimpered into his neck.

Slowly you were able to relax against him, growing accustomed to feeling him inside of you. Leviathan was not particularly patient, although he allowed you a minute or two of rest as he stroked your back. It didn’t take long before he was adjusting you in his hold, preparing to lift you.

“Are you ready for the fun part, human?”

You didn’t reply, but he felt your grip on him tighten as you braced yourself against him.

You tensed as he lifted you, only going a couple of inches before pushing you back down again. It was slow, careful, a cautious start to ease you into things. The second time he lifted you he went a bit further, and a bit further the next time.

He was rather uncoordinated at first, focusing more on your safety than anything else, even if the feeling of you squeezing around his cocks was overwhelming. Soon, though, he found a steady pace, rhythmically pushing in and out of you. Each time he got a little faster, and he hit a little deeper. He left no spot untouched, but he still craved more.

You kept your face hidden in the crook of his neck the entire time. He could feel how your cheeks burned against him.

“Mm…faster…” You muttered through heavy breaths. Leviathan’s ears twitched, his grip on you momentarily tightening. He obliged, sucking in a breath as he picked up the pace a bit.

His breath shook at the small, barely audible “oh”s and “mm”s you murmured into his ear. They were so quiet, so pathetic, so wonderful. He wanted more.

A particularly hard thrust hit right at your sweet spot, making you arch you back and let out a broken moan.

“Th-There—! There, please—!” You begged, “Please! S-So good…”

Once more he lifted you, slamming back in with all his strength. It worked just as he’d hoped, and the delicious whine of his name you gave made him shudder.

He couldn’t wait anymore.

Suddenly he was lifting you almost all the way off his cocks, just the tips still remaining. There was a split second where you were held like this, a split second where you realized what was about to happen, but it wasn’t enough time for you to protest before he was slamming you back down in one go.

“Oh, mercy!” You shrieked, nails digging into his back with full force. They left angry red marks as they scraped his flesh, ones that Leviathan hoped would never fade; a constant reminder of you.

Again he lifted you, a cry of his name beginning as you rose and crescendoing into a scream as you were forced back down. You could feel him deep in your stomach, every thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

“L-Levi….Levi—!” You choked out, unable to say anything else. Your head was spinning, heart racing, and all you could feel was him.

Leviathan was holding it together a bit better, but his low groans and the way his fangs dug into his bottom lip was more than enough to tell you how he felt. He’d had a few mates in the past, sure, but nothing could compare to you. It was like your fragile human body was perfectly molded to fit his cocks. He never wanted to let you go.

He growled your name into your ear, his long forked tongue darting out to lick a long stripe up your neck. It was wet, warm, and the feeling made you yelp. He sucked on your flesh, his tongue running back and forth over it. You were absolutely delectable.

He nipped at you just a bit, careful with his fangs. He knew they were sharp; a bite in the wrong place could be fatal, and he wanted you around for much, much longer.

You squealed at the pinch of his teeth, but made no move to pull away or even protest. The pain was washed away quickly by the pleasure of being pounded by Leviathan.

The longer he went the quicker he got, and every time you thought he couldn’t possible hit any deeper or go any faster he found a way to. It was rapidly becoming overwhelming, all of your senses completely overpowered.

“Levi, I-I can’t—“ You stuttered in a whine.

“Cant what, human?” Leviathan replied with a rumble to his voice. Normally it would be intimidating, but the way his words shook gave away his desperation.

“I-I can’t take…m-much more…”

You gripped onto him for dear life, mouth hanging open as you panted.

“What are you saying, huh? You’re gonna cum? Is that it, little human?”

You couldn’t reply, but you didn’t need you. The way you tightened around him was more than enough of answer.

“Come on then, little human,” He teased, “Cum for me, and I’ll fill you up nice. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Mhm, mhm—!” You hummed with a nod. Your release was fast approaching, and each sharp thrust was pushing you closer to the edge, although you couldn’t tell when you’d inevitably topple over.

“Levi, Levi—! I’m gonna…Oh, my stars—!”

“Come on, little mate—“ He panted, “Cum for me. Be a—fuck— be a good boy and show me how good it feels when I breed you. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to breed you, make you mine forever?”

“Yes, yes—!”

It didn’t matter what he was asking, you’d agree to anything that would keep him pounding into you.

You practically chanted his name as your orgasm quickly built up inside you, making your stomach flip in the most delightful way. Soon though, the words devolved into slurred moans, and you hardly managed to utter one last warning before all at once your climax hit you like a truck. Your entire body trembled like a leaf, toes curling and back arching as you gripped onto Leviathan.

“Good little mate,” He praised in a growl, “Good good boy…and good boys get rewards, don’t they?”

He wasn’t even sure if you’d heard him. He hadn’t given you a moment to rest, ignoring your cries of overstimulation as he mercilessly pounded you.

You could feel his cocks twitch inside of you, a sure sign that his release wasn’t far behind.

“Levi, please—! I-I can’t take it…!”

“You can and you will! You’re my mate, mine! And I get to decide what to do with you.”

He bit hard into your shoulder, sinking his fangs into the tender skin and making you shriek.

“Fuck, fuck— g-gonna fucking…breed this boy cunt…” He drawled, though his words were muffled by your flesh between his teeth.

At the last second he pulled you into a kiss, shoving his forked tongue past your parted lips and further down your throat than any human could ever reach. It almost made you gag, but something about it was wonderful. It squirmed in your warm mouth as Leviathan moaned into the kiss.

He didn’t give a warning before he came, merely a small squeeze to your thigh and suddenly it all rushed into you. If you could make any noise, you would be screaming. Two cocks meant twice as much cum, but even one of his loads would be too much to fit inside of you. It seemed endless as he thrusted into you the last few times, releasing more and more of his seed that there simply wasn’t room for. It spilled out from your hole, down Leviathan’s cocks and your quivering thighs.

He didn’t release you from the kiss until he was completely done, quickly retracting his tongue and making you cough. He was panting too hard to ask if you were okay.

You collapsed against him, trusting him to hold you. Gradually your whines quieted, and the warm feeling of being so full settled inside of you. Leviathan bounced you in his hold, doing his best to soothe you.

“There there, little human. You’re alright, aren’t you?”

“Mhm…’m okay…”

“Good, good…”

He sighed when he noticed the terrible mark he’d left on your shoulder, small dots of red spilling out and rolling down your skin. He ran his tongue over the bite, muttering an apology for tarnishing your perfect skin. You assured him it was alright, but he still felt a little bad.

Finally he pulled back to look at you. You were sweaty, exhausted, eyes glassy and hair awry.

God, it was beautiful. Practically a work of art.

“It seems we may have…digressed a bit, hm?”

“I’ll say…” You replied with a breathy chuckle.

“Satisfied, human?” Leviathan asked as he slowly lifted you, his cocks retracting into their sheath once more. He didn’t set you down, though, at least not yet.

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have a human man again…”

Such high praise was unexpected, but certainly welcome.

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t have to. You have me now.”

Your face lit up at this, and your lips curled into a clumsy half smile.

“You…You mean you’ll let me come back?”

“Of course, little human. I can’t just kick my mate out. Speaking of which, the sun has long set. You’re not getting home til the morning, i’m afraid.”

You nuzzled into his neck lovingly, exhaling slowly.

“That’s okay…I don’t wanna leave just yet…”

Leviathan bent down to retrieve your satchel and what was left of your clothes, handing you the bag and draping the torn garments over his shoulder.

“That’s quite alright. My den isn’t far from here, and I’ve got some winter clothes you can borrow.”

“That sounds nice…”

You yawned and stretched a bit, clearly more than worn out. Humans and their limited stamina.

“It’s alright, little mate,” Leviathan assured you. “Go on to sleep. I’ll take good care of you.”

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