#till now he was perfectly still when he wasn't attacking

[sunny-mercya]

Swimming

Platonic! Mikey x Brother Reader | Ft. Draken

Fandom -> Tokyo Revengers

@reallyromealone — You deserve something in return, for the many things you had given us💗

Masterlist

Summary; Maybe Mikey bringing you to a waterpark wasn't such a smart idea, but he wanted to help to overcome your fears.

Mikey remembers the time when Shinchiro would take him and the rest of his siblings to the beach.

Always during summer it was, this season was after all prone for those kinds of activity and traveling.

Beaches were something Shinchiro had liked, no loved even. The salty air around, sounds of waves crashing gently into one another and the soft breeze were something mind calming.

Once you had been born and Shinchiro had brought you into their family, for a more safely environment, the visited to the beach had been more frequently than ever.

Your lungs weren't the best when you were a child back then and Shinchiro believed with the fresh, salty air it would get better with the time.

Till the moment you had turned five years old, ever since then you had refused to go with them and would stay with Grandpa at home. The reason for you refusing was due a traumatic event.

You were ready, bouncing almost, to go into the waters. Mikey should have keep a short watch over you, holding you off from running as Shinchiro wanted to suncream you first and get your floaties. Mikey turned just for a minute around to ask his brother something and when he looked back, you were gone.

Shinchiro had almost gotten a panic attack, telling his siblings to stay put as he quick scanned the era for you. When he saw a glimps of you in the waters and heard you scream, a shrill one, Shinchiro bolted into the Ocean to save you.

After that you feared every sorts of water. Be it beaches, rivers, pools or even baths and showers—you would get a panic attack from them all.

When you had to take a bath or shower, which you preferred more, one of your Siblings had to be with. No discussion.

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Now here was Mikey and already regretting his dumb decision of bringing you to the waterpark. Draken could barley keep you calm at all, you were on the verge of tears already and ready to cry any minute.

Draken glares at Mikey, he knows fucking perfectly how much you hated water and yet your dumb brother did this! Going with you into a water park and not even tell you!

Honestly, Mikey thought he could help you, to bring back that joy you once felt for water, but now the idea seems just as dumb as when he had given you crustaceans once—in naïve childlike thinking of curing you allergies. It hadn't ended well.

«Hey, hey, [Nickname], it's alright, we could just sit somewhere and enjoy some drinks? Sounds good right?» Draken at this point was about to bribe you and thank god, he could calm you.

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Sitting by the edge of the pool, your legs dangling in the water, was already making anxious. Draken reassured you that nothing could and would happen to you, when you sat at the edge and if something does happen, Mikey and he would save you.

You watched them both, how they keep swimming rounds for rounds and enjoying themselves. It was a bit boring, but going back to the stools and accidentally falling into the water? No way.

Besides you not going into the water, you were still wearing floaties. A teen wearing swim-wings, such a wonderful sight for every- and anyone. Mikey said it would make you feel safer and it was safety reasons.

«C'mon [Nickname]! You should get into the water too! For me~ I promise you, I won't let you drown!» Mikey asked again to join in and you would always shook your head.

Mikey swam towards you, holding onto the edge. He looks at you, smiling softly. It reminded you of Shinchiros smile a bit.

«C'mon! I will your hands and Draken gonna be there too to be your knight~»

Mikey took your hands in his, telling you to just focus on me, as he keeps pulling, slowly and gently, into the water. There was one thing Mikey keeps forgetting though; it was the deep end of the pool.

Draken had thanked the gods above, for Mikey being thoughtful and putting the swim-wings on you. Because if he had not, you would have drowned by now.

Draken keeps holding you, it would have been Mikey but you had giving him a accidentally kick and now he was a bit pouty.

«See? Your doing fine, [Name], the water isn't going to hurt as long as we're here,» Draken keeps reassuring you, with gently words and praising. He notice how your eyes started to brim with tears, your breath quicken and yet you were trying to keep still, to not fall into a panic. Believing, trusting in Drakens words.

Mikey at some point was showing you some swim moves and you repeating them. Still being hold though.

Mikey smiles, all in all, maybe he could help you, with time, to overcome your fear. What big brother would he be, if couldn't help and keeping you? A bad one.

#male reader #anime #x male reader #fanfiction #tokyo revengers #mikey sano #Mikey x brother reader #draken

[devotekuna]

User is a cursed womb painting, has blood manipulation and geto is in the midst of becoming a villain (before he burns the village down but after he meets Yuki)

Suguru had been assigned to exorcisea special grade curse user, an stolen death painting and extract the cursed object from them, which had been terrorising a secluded village in the mountains, most people ended up dead due to the cursed spirits outside which you had released with someone's help.

Sat on the floor waiting for your demise to come, already accepting your fate when you were given the prison realm and heard that Jujutsu sorcerers were coming for it. Most people would call it stupid, they weren't wrong, but you couldn't be bothered to waste your energy to fight, especially as you didn't even know how to use your cursed technique properly as you had just been in a glass jar since the Meiji era, then put into some dying person's body.

The footsteps which were differentiated from the panicked and terrified ones from the soon to be dead village occupants. More like a calm and relaxed pace, most likely a Jujutsu sorcerer, maybe a grade 1 at minimum, though there wouldn't be much of an option, either a special grade if they were available. The owner of the footsteps would most likely be the reason for your death. As the small cursed spirits eliminated the pathway for the person, sandals first coming to your eyes, then some baggy pants, hiding his figure perfectly, so you wouldn't know where to hit his legs.

A Jujutsu high uniform.

It was clear that it was, the exact embroidery of the uniform, same colour and logo on the chest.

"What do we have here?" His voice as calming as the waters you wished to visit, it could soothe anyone. You could've been mistaken for a non sorcerer if it wasn't for the immense cursed energy protruding from your abdomen. Eyes following the figure as your hollow eyes met with his matching ones, maybe 18 at most, it was clear he didn't want to be here from his drained expression.

"A cursed user.." he grumbles under his breath, clearly ready to fight it out at any sudden move, but he hoped that he wouldn't need to put up a big fight to excorisce you, despite every cursed womb painting being a special grade with an intuition to live long.

"Y/N Oso" staring directly into his eyes, sensing that he was a special grade, maybe the same level as you, but nobody would know till one of you left this world.

"Suguru Geto, but I'm not big on introductions" Already bracing from an attack from you, despite your exhausted appearance. "So let's get this over with." He implied that you two should fight right now, not daring to take the first move as he needed to know what he was up against and what spirit would be the best for you.

It was tiresome to exorcise then absorb a cursed spirit, just wanting to throw up from the taste, but judging by the village going an eery silence, either everyone was dead or his cursed spirits had killed the other cursed spirits. Maybe even both if you were unfortunate enough, as there had been over 35 different grades roaming the area.

"I'm not in the mood, you can end me right here, no fight or nothing"" you knew that your brothers wouldn't appreciate loosing their sibling, let alone the one with the most potential, but having to fight a guy with cursed manipulation wasn't on your list. Already being injured from a stupid villager attacking you, despite having blood manipulation, you had stopped healing as it takes too much energy plus you didn't know how to reverse the effects.

"A cursed user not looking for a fight?" Cocking his head to the side as he pondered, it sure would be a first but he couldn't be disappointed since it was an effort to excorisce a special grade. "That's a first, normally there itching for a fight" he informs you, still on his guard but he relays his muscles as he stands up straight, hands still not in his pockets incase it's a trap. But it was probably true judging by how messed up your physical body looked.

"I know" the words came out of your mouth in a hushed tone, you wanted to sleep for a really long time, like becoming fetus again but never needing to incaerate someone else. "But if your looking for the cursed object it's gone.." most of that lie was true, but the other half was a lie as your stomach gave a clear picture of where it was, from the immense cursed energy.

"I'm not stupid." Clearly offending him as he put his hands in his pockets, leaning on the wall beside him. Sighing in defeat, you gaged up a small box which would kill anyone else if their stomach acid touched the object, it was empty, but if cursed objects had emotions or senses, it was clear that it was frightened or in distress from how quick it's eyes were moving.

"You gonna excorisce me now?" You ask, not daring to bat an eye at him as you twirl the bube around in your hands, eyes for the numbers of dogs in a dice, red to supymbolise it being empty. You tried to hide a smile but it was so hard in that monotone voice if yours.

Nods coming from his direction, not even needing to say a word as you sighed. How easy this was, too easy.. why would a cursed user willingly give up a cursed object of this importance, it was bound to be a trap. Taking the cursed cube from your hands, weights transferring to his hands despite it being empty.

"Yep" inspecting the prison realm to make sure it wasn't a fake despite the cursed energy being there, he could lock you in at any moment he wanted, even himself if he wanted to. "Or.." he mumbled as his back faced you, he didn't want to excorisce someone who looked like they were in so much pain, having a small bit of humanity left for the cursed user despite all the screams from the now dead villagers.

His word had caught your ears as you looked at him, maybe he was plotting to trick you right now?.

"Or I could let you stay here, and say that I've killed you in return for this being so easy?"

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu sorcerer #suguru geto #jjk suguru #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #geto x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu geto #jjk oneshot #fanfic #fanfiction #part 1 #devoutkuna works #ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜᴛᴋᴜɴᴀ

[fireofjudgement]

Pretty in pink

Requested here

Fandom: All of us are dead

Pairing: Gwi-nam x gn!reader

Summary: You've never realised just how jealous Gwi-nam was, nor what the result of his jealousy would be.

Word count: 696

Warnings: established relationship, kissing, mentions of jealousy, slight angst but mostly fluff, ooc Gwi-nam

A/N: Good lord, this isn't my best work or my longest one but this past month has been quite bad and I didn't have the time, energy nor the motivation to write at all, but I also made this blog with the goal of posting at least one thing every month and I didn't want to break my streak so early on. I'm doing a little better now so I'll be writing more of the requests soon, hopefully 😌

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"Gwi-nam, stay still! I swear to God.."

"But it buuurns, how am I supposed to stay still? You're doing this on purpose, y/n!" 

"It will burn even more if you won't stop moving, you silly! Are you trying to get it in your eyes?" You pretended to be annoyed with his impatience and childish behavior, but in reality you had to try really hard to contain laughter and focus on what you were doing. You didn't actually want to hurt him, obviously. 

It was still hard for you to believe he agreed to do this. You and Gwi-nam have been together for almost a year now and you could, with all confidence, say that you knew him better than he knew himself. And yet, never in a million years would you imagine he'd let you dye his hair. Pink. Pastel pink to be more specific. But, as unbelievable as that fact itself was, the reason why he asked you to do it in the first place was even more absurd. 

It was no secret that Gwi-nam was the jealous type, possessive even. You were his and he was yours, you knew it and he made sure everyone around you knew it too. You didn't know however that his jealousy went far beyond the people you surrounded yourself with, or so happened to meet in your day-to-day life. Oh no. But it wasn't till a few weeks earlier that you learned your boyfriend doesn't like for you to look at any other man. Not even celebrities you've never met before and most likely never will.

One of those celebrities, a young actor from a very popular Netflix show, posted a few pictures of himself with his new haircut and without thinking much about it, you made a comment about it to Gwi-nam. 

"You know, he kinda reminds me of you a little. Just with a way cuter hair color."

You didn't think he'd react so emotionally, an innocent remark apparently hurting him more than either of you expected. It took a few days of radio silence, countless unanswered texts and missed phone calls for him to finally talk to you again. And when he did, it wasn't what you expected. He wasn't mad. He didn't want to break up with you. Instead, he asked for you to.. dye his hair. It would be nice to try something new, he said. And you didn't ask any questions. You were just happy to have him back.

"Okay, I'm done! Now you have to wait about forty minutes, then we can wash it off."

"Wait, forty minutes? That doesn't sound right. What if it burns my beautiful hair?" He asked, pretending to be genuinely concerned. 

"Well.." You hesitated, pulling him closer to you. "..I guess I'll still love you. We'll just get you a pink wig." You couldn't contain laughter any longer when he tackled you, leaving a bunch of kisses on your face and neck. It was adorable how careful he was to not get the dye on you or any of your furniture. 

You spent the next hour cuddling, trying to pay attention to the movie quietly playing in the background, completely forgetting about the timer. It was nice to have Gwi-nam by your side again, it was even nicer to feel his lips on yours, your bodies complimenting each other perfectly. It wasn't until you tried to brush your fingers through his hair that you realised you still haven't washed off the dye, dark pink stains forming on his forehead and neck. You could only hope his hair has survived this unexpected attack.

"And?" Gwi-nam asked, nervously shifting his gaze from the mirror to your face. He was trying to keep his cool but you knew how much your approval meant to him. "Don't be like that, just tell me what you think?" 

"I think..Well, pink is definitely your color." You answered honestly, before giving him another kiss. You could feel him smiling against your lips, your next words only causing his smile to grow bigger. "You'll always be the most attractive guy I know, Gwi-nam. And I wouldn't want anyone else by my side."

#all of us are dead #all of us are dead netflix #all of us are dead x reader #yoon gwi nam #all of us are dead fanfic #yoon gwinam x reader

[indigenouslabrys]

Please - Vi x Fem!reader

Summary: If you knew it all then, would you do it again?

Warnings: Harrassment, sexual assault (attempt and flashback), panic attack, vomiting, angst, some comfort and fluffy at the end.

A/N: Something like this happened to me last month so, here's a vent. This is the part 1

Your classes were over and now you were going to the library to draw like you usually do while your girlfriend still didn't come to pick you up. It's really late now, so the place is empty.

After a little while you'te drawing, a random guy sits beside you.

''Hey, pretty thing. What brings you here?'' He says getting closer to you.

''I'm just waiting my girlfriend.'' The distance between you and him bothers you a bit, but you ignore it and keep talking. ''What about you?''

''Just hanging out.'' He gets even closer ''This dress suits you perfectly, you know.'' He touches your tigh and starts to caressing it.

''Umm thank you, but can you stop touching me like this?'' You try to remove his hand of you.

''Nah I don't think I'm doing too much. You said you're waiting for your girlfriend, right?'' He draws up along your tigh.

''Please stop.'' You cry out feeling him touching the edge of your panty and play with it.

''Oh calm down, darling. I just wanna show you what a man can do.''

''I told you to stop, why don't you fucking hear me!?'' You cry louder.

Before he could say anything, you hear the door opening. He loses his grip distracted by the noise, and you pick up your stuff as fast as you can and run out of that place going straight to the bathroom.

When the booth door shuts, you drop your things and fall on your knees feeling sick of that situation. It doesn't take too long till you're throwing up, and while it happens you can't stop thinking about what just happened and about what could happen if you couldn't get out of there. A few seconds after you stop vomiting, you sit on the floor and feel the tears falling down your cheeks and your breath getting heavy.

You decide to call Vi. You need someone to calm you down, thank God she didn't take too long to pick up the phone.

Hey, Cupcake, where are you? I thought you would be in the library, but I can't find you.

I- I'm in the bathroom.

Wait- are you crying, Y/n?

I explain when we get home, just come already, please!

Ok, I'm on my way, don't move.

When Vi come into the bathroom, she tries to talk to you, but you can't do anything that isn't cry. Vi don't forces you to say what happened, she just get you in the car and take you to your shared apartment.

''What about you take a shower before we talk, hm?'' Vi whispers gently massaging your shoulders. You nod and head to the bedroom.

You stop in front of the mirror and stare at your reflection. Vi enters the room and hugs you from behind.

''I shouldn't have worn this dress.'' You say in a slightly cracked voice.

''Why? You look amazing in it.''

''But if I wasn't using it maybe nothing would've happened.'' You sob getting away from Vi's arms, sitting on the bed ''I shouldn't have go at that library by myself.''

Vi sits by your side and hugs you, placing your head on her shoulder. ''Someone harassed you before I arrived, didn't they?'' Her question makes you cry even more. ''Who the fuck did this to you, Y/n?''

''I- I don't know who he is. He just came and tossed his hand under my skirt.'' Telling Vi how everything happened makes you cry even more into her neck and starts.

Vi holds you until you stop crying and shaking, using one hand to rub your back and another to hold one of yours.

When you finally calm down, you grab your stuff to take your shower. It was hard to do, all the thing of taking off your clothes, then see and feel your body naked triggers you a lot, makes you feel extremely vulnerable, weak even.

When you get into the room, you don't see Vi there, only some of her clothes and a note on top of it.

'You can wear this clothes of mine if you want, I know you feel more comfortable wearing them when something like this happens :)'

You dress up and head down stairs; there you see Vi in the kitchen boiling some water. She notices you're at the door and goes to you.

"I'm making some tea for you."

''Oh, thank you, honey. That's sweet of you.''

''I don't think you have to thank me for this, but you're welcome.'' Vi chuckles hugging you as carefully as possible. ''Well, about what happened earlier... I know how part of this feels Iike, and I can't promise something like 'I'll never let it happen again', but I promise I'll be here if it happen one more time okay?'' Vi caress the back of your head all the time she's saying it. She only stops when you delicately push yourself from her.

''Okay. I know people don't it to you so often, but when it happens I'll be here too.'' You say holding Vi's hands.

''I'm glad to know it, darling.'' Vi giggles and kisses your forehead. ''I love you.''

''I love you, too.''

The way I cried writing this shit-

#vi fluff #vi x you #vi x reader #vi imagine #arcane x female reader #arcane imagines #arcane

[dolcid]

Cozy Nights | Star Wars | Fallen Order

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Nightsister Merrin

Summary: Cal and Merrin spend the night underneath the stars.

A/N: I have no clue if anything I say about Dathomir is right, so correct me if I'm wrong! :)

After being with the crew for a few months now, Cal noticed how intrigued Merrin was when she saw something new to her. Her eyes brightened and her brows lifted, sometimes she would even scratch her chin in thought. Cal thought it all was adorable, and as much as he hates the thought of a nightsister being adorable, he figured she was an exception. After only knowing Dathomirian customs and such, he also figured he could be the one to show her the vast beauty of the universe.

Tonight, Greez had taken the crew to Alderaan, a galactic hub of art, culture, and most importantly, freedom. While Merrin may have had free will on Dathomir, it was the only way of life she knew. Cal was determined to change that.

As the sun settled behind the clouds, the crew had already begun to hit the hay. Cal, however, was still wide awake and watching the sunset when Merrin found him.

"Cal? What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked, brows furrowed as she looked him over. Cal smiled as he turned to her.

"I'm watching the sunset, wanna watch it too?"

Merrin's face twists into confusion, the sun on her planet was beautiful yes, but she never thought of watching it set.

"Sun..set? Do you mean to say you watch the sun as it sets?" She asks carefully, stepping a bit closer to Cal now. Cal laughed gently at her question and motioned for her to sit.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. You've never watched the sunset?" Merrin sits as he asks, simply shaking her head in reply.

"Night was when Dathomir was the most dangerous. Creatures that hide during the day come out and hunt, most people did not survive the attacks," she explained simply, eyes focusing on the horizon.

"Oh, well I can understand that. But here? There are no creatures to hurt you. Only the sun, the stars, and you." Cal quips, leaning back onto the ramp of the mantis. Merrin hummed and took in her surroundings. Cal wasn't wrong, the sky was beautiful. A shade of pink and purple gently mixed with orange, the bright light of the sun slowly drifting underneath the clouds.

"It is beautiful," Merrin spoke, her eyes fluttering at the sight. Cal smiled and took in her looks. The sun casted perfectly onto her cheeks, the pink hues making her look almost angelic, the wind only adding to the affect. Cal mentally saved the image, wondering if she always looked this beautiful. Which he knew she did, he was just to busy to ever notice.

"Yeah, it sure is," he spoke, eyes still fixated onto her face. A red hue suddenly appearing on his cheeks.

"The sunset isn't the only thing that's beautiful, have you seen the stars?" Cal asked looking up briefly before turning to Merrin.

"The...stars?" Merrin questioned, her puzzles look from earlier returning. Cal chuckled again. She was unbelievably cute.

"Yeah, those orbs of light that appear after the sun sets?" He describes, watching as her face seemed to contort more.

"I don't think I have seen these...stars. The red sun on Dathomir is very different from regular suns. It makes the atmosphere appear dark red at night." Merrin explains dutifully, her finger resting on her chin before clasping together over her legs. Cal widened his eyes.

"You've never seen the stars? Oh Merrin, you're in for a treat!"

"Treat?"

Cal laughs again, a hearty genuine laugh. Gently grabbing Merrin's hand, Cal walks them down the ramp onto the soft grass.

"Here, it's better to watch them like this," he says, laying down onto his back before patting the spot next to him. Merrin arches a brow but follows suit, resting her hands over her stomach.

Slowly, the sun rests beneath the horizon and stars begin to pop out, taking Merrin by surprise.

"Are those the stars you are talking about?" She points, looking to Cal as he chuckles.

"Yeah! Aren't they great? Just wait till more come out, then I can show you the constellations," Cal says, already expecting questions.

"Constellations? What are those?" Cal smiles and holds up his pointer finger, pointing out certain stars that form the constellations.

"That's Orion's Belt, and that's the Big Dipper, there's also a small Dipper too,"

Merrin watches in astounment, utterly fascinated by the facts she's being told.

"I did not know other planets had these...customs, it is fascinating to hear about them," she says to him, absentmindedly leaning into his side. Cal visibly blushes but says nothing, secretly enjoying the action.

"Now's the best part," Cal speaks softly, his voice a mere whisper "falling asleep under the stars." Merrin hums.

"Sleeping under the stars? I had never imagined people doing something so...calming, usually on Dathomir, ne and what's left of my family had to search for shelter. A place where we could be safe from roaming creatures."

Cal listens carefully, interested in her culture.

"Don't worry, I won't let anything hurt you here," Cal says gently, staring at Merrin as she slowly looked to him.

"Thank you, Cal." Without question, Merrin suddenly leans into Cal's side, resting her hand over his chest. Cal blushes madly at the action, but simply drapes his arm over her own, both slowly falling asleep as the stars shone.

In the morning, Cere finds the two in the same position, figuring that waking them would be foul.

Tags: @bxmxtx @reader8679

#star wars #star wars jedi fallen order #jedi fallen order #cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #cal x merrin #merrical #fluff #my writing #cal kestis x nightsister merrin #cal kestis x merrin

[milesmolasses]

As Long As You're With Me

second story lets gooooo and it's peter parker (my man my man my man)

its an angsty one y’all (cause I love watching people suffer)

Peter Parker has been in my life for as long as I can remember; from that one time we were playing in the sand at the beach as kids, and he watched in awe as I built my small sand castle near the shore, to now, sitting in front of me on my bed, in a suit that looked identical to the masked super hero swinging around Queens.

For as long as I could've remembered, Peter had told me everything, so why couldn't he have told me this?

"Jesus Christ Peter..." was all I could say as I looked at my best friend sitting on the bed in front of me, eyes filled with shame and looking down at the floor below us.

I took a step back, looking at my dear friend in all of this glory, a deep, agonizing wound going straight through the very middle of his chest. "I mean, aren't you Spider-Man or something? Couldn't you have blocked the attack, or can't you regenerate or something? God, Peter, how long have you been doing this? How long were you planning on keeping this from me? Does anyone else know about this?" Questions flowed out of my mouth like a river, with a painfully hurt expression covering my face. Why in the world would peter do this to himself every day?

He stayed quiet with his eyes hooded as if they were going to shut at any time. It was only when I took a good look at his face and looked down to examine his body that I realized what was going on; he was bleeding out. Blood poured out of the wound to his chest like clockwork. The stab was barely inches away from where his heart would be.

"Peter, we have to get you to a hospital you can't possibly come back from this without medical expertise," as my voice shook, Peter finally looked up at me with a frown on his face and shaking his head frantically. I quickly ran to my bathroom and came back with a towel that was sprawled out on top of my sink. I ran to Peter and wrapped the towel around his wound as tight as I could. His mouth opened, and out came a silent scream, and he looked at me with wide eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

"Gah- my god!" he yelled out, clutching my arm for dear life; yeah, it hurt, but not as bad as whatever he was feeling right now. "I can't go to a hospital; they'll know who I am. Listen to me," he stood up, looking at me with a severe expression. He really didn't want anyone to know who he was. "All I need is a first aid kit. Just some thread, some rubbing alcohol, and a few bandages. Can you please do that for me?" He looked desperate, face pleading to me already as it is. He even seemed slightly angry. I didn't know if that was from the pain he was in or the fact that he wanted me to take him seriously; either way, it got his point across.

"Yeah yeah, I got it just give me two seconds to head downstairs," as I held his arms to guide him down to sit on the bed. I mentioned one thing to him, "don't move, it'll make you feel even worse."

As I ran downstairs to the bathroom where we kept the first aid kit, I stumbled into the one person who wasn't supposed to be here right now.

"Oh-! Uh, dad thought you weren't supposed to be home till twelve!" I tried putting on the best innocent smile I could muster and slowed my frantic breathing.

"Yeah, well, I figured I'd come back home to get some work done down here. Now let's get to the more important questions here, what are you still doing up at this hour? You know it's a school night, so c'mon, get your butt back upstairs and into the bed. Go, go!" He rushed me back upstairs as I looked behind me, pleading to go to the bathroom for just two minutes.

"Why do you need to go down here when there's a perfectly good one upstairs," he questioned me with his hand on my back, ushering me back to my room. "I have a project I'm working on with a few friends on Mesopotamians and their weapons'. I have to build a weapon with some household tools, and I need some bandages," the thing is, I wasn't lying, and he knew it. This morning at breakfast, I talked to him about some schoolwork I had to catch up on, making this, a quick and easy save.

He sighed and untensed his shoulders, "alright, but don't stay up too late. I need you to get to school on time tomorrow, understand?" I quickly nodded my head with a smile on my face and turned and passed him down the stairs and towards the bathroom. I opened the bottom cabinets beneath the sink in search of the med kit. As soon as I grabbed it, I ran passed my dad, sat in the living room, and up the stairs to my next destination; my room.

"Hey everything okay? I heard your dad and was debating on jumping back out the window," he pointed towards the open window he was standing toward.

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to move dickhead?" Gosh, all I wanted was to patch him up, and then we could talk about whatever the hell was going on here and what he was keeping from me.

"Okay, whatever I'm sorry, let's just get this over with so I can-" I didn't even let him finish his sentence before I started yelling at him.

"Have you lost your damn mind? So you could go do what? Back out there to fight crime and play superhero, huh? Peter, look at yourself. You think you can leave this room looking like that? Like your two swings away from fucking death?"

"You aren't listening to me I gotta go-"

"No Peter, you aren't listening to me! I see this masked spider guy swinging around fighting all sorts of shit; people with fucking bazookas, bitches who look like mutants, fighting WITH the mutants; I mean what the fuck man! Well, non of that fucking matters anymore now that I know it was you; you fucking lied to me. You've been lying to me for months!"

"Well it's not like you were the easiest person to tell! You haven't spoken to me in a damn year!" His breathing picked up as he stared at me with his lips agape like he had so much more to say to me. Instead, he sighed and came to sit back down on the bed as he looked at me.

"Look just patch me up, and we can go back to the way we were; not talking. Or I could just go do this shit myself, like I always have 'cause it seems like you just want me out of your hair." As he said that, he stood up from the bed and reached his arm out to the window to signal what he would do.

I stood there silent, not knowing what to say. I wanted to scream my lungs out at him, tell him I didn't think he felt that way, and say I was sorry. Hug him and tell him I love him and he could come to me for anything, that I'm his best friend forever and always, just like we promised in the sand at the beach. But nothing came out. I stood there with my head hung low as I looked up at him from my peripheral vision. Peter was one foot out of the window as he looked back at me for some sort of sign, a sign that showed him that I wanted him to stay cause he knew that if he left this room, it was over.

Instead, he was met with me facing with my back turned away from him, ready to put the med kit back in the bathroom.

oh man ☹️

this one got it bro :(

#peter parker #peter parker x you #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland #tom holland spiderman #andrew garfield #andrew garfield peter parker #spiderman #no way home #spider man no way home #tasm andrew garfield #tasm!peter imagine #tasm peter parker

[none-shall-caricature-me]

ATSUSHI'S SELFLESSNESS AND ABILITY EFFECTIVENESS ARE DECIDED BY HOW MUCH FAITH HE HAS IN HIS FUTURE

(An Atsushi character + ability analysis)

TW Death. Long post.

In Chapter 18, Kunikida when saving Atsushi from Kouyou tells him, 'How long will you keep letting others save you?', referring to Kyouka who had been fending off Kouyou till then.

Kunikida has a point - Atsushi was thoroughly injured before Kyouka took over, but after that he didn't heal himself so that he could continue fighting. Now an analysis I read says that Atsushi can only heal if he consciously makes that choice.

Upon being butchered, Atsushi's mind probably blanked out from stress, so he forgot to heal himself. And that is natural, but in his previous fight with Akutagawa, he didn't blank out and managed to win. So why not now ? Did Kouyou just beat him up more severely (she was ordered to kill him whereas Akutagawa wasn't) ?

I believe there's a psychological reason for this - Atsushi's hope for a good life had decreased before Kouyou's attack, reducing his willpower to fight. I'll elaborate on why this happened :

Before his first fight with Akutagawa, Atsushi's 'good deed' of saving Dazai despite starvation gave him the ADA family. So he believed doing good would improve his life, i.e. that he can live a good life. Hence, he was more tough minded and hopeful against Akutagawa.

In BSD, ability power is a manifestation of the person's psyche. A happier, more hopeful Atsushi resulted in better use of his ability, both for logical reasons, and due to the nature of abilities. Therefore he was able to heal himself and defeat Akutagawa.

WHEREAS against Kouyou, Atsushi was already mentally tired due to his previous fights with Akutagawa, Kyouka, Lucy. His good deeds of fighting resolutely against horrid enemies got him almost maimed and killed. In his heart he was viscerally fed up of his misfortune. So he lost some faith in the 'do good receive good' ideology. Therefore when he was incapacitated by Kouyou, his survival instincts kicked in and told him to stay safe by staying put. He lost the will to continue struggling, and so didn't remember or care to heal himself.

Earlier, he had saved Kyouka out of natural empathy AND his desire to prove he's not useless. He underwent extreme danger in doing so. He wasn't ordered to save her, and was discouraged from protecting her. Yet he did it, his hope hadn't been drained yet.

Then in the necessary fight against Lucy, he tries at first, but later considers it futile and tries to escape despite it jeopardising his comrades, thinking the ADA would figure out a way. He lost hope in his ability to help, so he very illogically gave up until Mori rekindled his hope.

He fails to save Kyouka in Chapter 18 and she goes missing. After that scolding by Kunikida, in Chapter 25 (the three - way war involving ADA, PM and the Guild. His mission is to escort Naomi and Haruno to safety) he says, 'I'll protect the agency this time!'. This is both due to not wanting to be useless, and also because on seeing that Kunikida and Tanizaki risked themselves to save the clerks, he got hope that the ADA will help him when he's in danger. His faith in his future is thus renewed, so he is determined to fight once again.

I believe, as @elia-de-silentio says ♧, that Atsushi had saved drowning Dazai because he was scared to steal, and thought a grateful rescued man would give him money. Which is perfectly fine since he would've starved to death otherwise. (That doesn't make Atsushi a bad person. He still never developed the guts and skills to steal - because the Headmaster's teachings and orphanage bullying affected him the most, due to his gentler nature.)

Also note that Atsushi never wanted to join the ADA because he knew it's a dangerous job. He only started considering it a home when they gave him shelter (hence why he felt moved to shield the bomb with his body), and became truly attached only when Kunikida told him that he's not a burden on them.

I believe Atsushi is willing to risk his life in fights ONLY when he has hope in the world- that it's not a bleak place, that he has a support circle in the ADA and others. He will not do such risky good deeds just to be a good person when he has nobody to support him, when there's no way to survive except by prioritising himself over others.

Also, the bomb incident shows that Atsushi's worldview is illogical and contradictory - he realised that his life isn't that unfortunate, since the ADA sheltered him. So he sacrificed himself for them. What ? How will you spend more happy times with your new friends if you're dead or paralysed ?

Beast AU verifies the above inference. Atsushi won't kill unnecessarily, but he doesn't want to die and WILL kill purely to survive when necessary. Beast AU's world is much more harsh for Atsushi, so he becomes more selfish. And that's perfectly understandable.

What do you think? Does this explain Atsushi's actions ?

DON'T DARE TO REPOST / PLAGIARIZE / REUPLOAD MY ORIGINAL ANALYSIS

Citations :

♧ link to @elia-de-silentio 's manga Chapter 1 analysis -

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[echologname]

So, there's a commonly held idea that being Christian is "easy" that, "All you have to do is believe Jesus is our Lord and savior and died for our sins." Yes, that's the first and most important step on this journey but you can't just stop there, you have to keep walking down the path you've now committed yourself to because God wants your full devotion to Him because He loves you and wants to be your close friend. Like, you can't just meet someone once, say that you're friends and never see or talk to them again, that's not friendship.

Christianity was easy and simple in Sunday School but just like leveling up in a video game, the Christian life is going to become increasingly more challenging the more you grow in faith. You'll find yourself spiritually attacked, weighed down with doubt, mental health issues, and seemingly too much to bear. Being Christian can be painful but God promises He'll get us through it. And I would surely be a goner if Jesus abandoned me to go through life alone. Even when I wasn't faithful, He was.

Lately I've been wanting to be more spiritually disciplined like denying food if I don't NEED it but just WANT it for enjoyment and pleasure. I don't mean intentionally starving myself or fasting, just only taking what I need, nothing more or less. Not spending so much money on getting myself video games, books and treats. Denying yourself is to intentionally choose DIScomfort, choosing the opposite of what your sinful self wants. If someone gets mad at me for no reason, I would want to get mad back at them but Jesus says to return kindness and gentleness instead. Perfect Christians are the craziest love punks! Just love upon love for EVERYONE no matter what. Of course this is REALLY difficult to achieve. If we were perfect like Jesus, then we wouldn't be Christians because we wouldn't need God's grace for our screw ups and mistakes.

You can be the worst of sinners but God promises His Grace is sufficient, He's always bigger than you and your mistakes He just wants you to at least TRY to obey Him. He doesn't expect perfection but if you mess up STILL trying to be devoted to Him, that's forgivable if you weren't, it's like you don't really want to be His anymore. I've been there, we all get caught up in the world, He'll happily accept you if you turn back to Him.

In a way, being Christian is to CHOOSE to suffer because it means to die to your sinful self and trust God to refine you like silver in the hottest part of fire, so that you'll be more like Him who is good, loving and compassionate and change can be really painful but He always makes it worth it.

Believe me, I wanna go back to happy go lucky Sunday School when I was innocent and naive and didn't have rated M stuff in my head but I just have to keep trusting that God's still in control and has a good plan to benefit us not to harm us. But it helps to look at these situations with the mindset of a child, it simplifies them and makes me feel braver in the face of giants that I feel will surely crush me if God wasn't with me.

If you need encouragement as a struggling Christian, if you're at the level you've sped run countless times and can never seem to reach the flag if you're a burger on the grill waiting 'till you're perfectly dark brown with some crisp, then Aaron Kim on YouTube has been really helpful for me. I can't tell you to "Just have faith", "Just relax in God's peace and joy," because sometimes God takes these things away for a good reason. So, I think it'll be easier if I were just overwhelmed with love you devotion for my Lord because it's easier to suffer for loved ones than for ourselves but Christians don't always feel like that even if we do love God on the inside and our thoughts and feelings can be confusing and untrusted.

I guess, it's just comforting to know, all of this sin, unfaithfulness and doubt I've experienced is surprisingly a normal part of the Christian experience even though it seems like the opposite and ungodly.

We truly are on the front lines of a spiritual war of love and those who reject it.

May God bless you dear beloved Child of the One true King. He truly does love you incomprehensibly and will NEVER abandon you nor forsake you.

#christian #trust god #spiritual warfare #born again christian

[eternalyoflife]

This was just a bit of rest... That's all.

This was bad.

All was falling apart.

This was not how it was supposed to happen.

He should have listened.

Why did he not listen ?

Now he was going to pay for his ignorance.

This was what he received after all he tried to do.

Why did Small Rock Of Light had to be so stubborn ?

He was always stubborn in reality.

Falling Star knew that.

It still hurted him to accept the fact all had failed.

He was not one to get so touched with those things.

He was more of a cold and sarcastic person.

Or should he say iterator ?

The Ancients who lived above his can never considered him as one.

He was never seen as a person, just a tool for them.

A tool to use for a goal they had created.

To break the cycle.

He knew it was important.

He was made to resolve this great problem.

Created for this only purpose.

He remembered how he thought it was futile to have so many iterators.

He remembered how he acted at first.

The first few cycles of his life.

He was considered a failure.

He didn't work on the great problem or was interested in it.

Mocking them and joking about their frustration.

It was the good old days where he felt free.

Right before they threatened to disconnect him.

He was in denial for so many cycles when they said this.

Until he saw with his overseers that they had started to create something.

A replacement.

They were going to truly replace him.

For he was seen has a failing program.

Something to get rid off as fast has possible.

A virus who could infect other iterators.

So he changed.

He was going to change his personality has much as he could.

They wished him to be more serious ?

Then he would be cold like the dark.

They wished him to stop fooling around ?

Then he would become the best researcher on this cursed cycle.

They wanted him to be a empty iterator ?

Then he would become sarcastic towards his other local iterators.

This was how much he had evolved.

Evolved into one of the perfect iterators they always wanted.

How much he regret to have become the thing he had swored once against.

This cold creature just like the box he was trapped inside.

He wished he had just been killed at that time.

To have been replaced and destroyed instead of dying this way.

Well he wasn't sure he would die.

But he could sense it.

He could sense gas even before he opened the conduit from his can.

It was torturous how slowly he could sense it slowly creeping in.

It was going to mess with his signal and cables.

He knew it perfectly.

He was cursed to be trapped and disconnected.

Disconnected.

Something he feared the most.

Not able to know anything of what will happen.

A truly morbid way of going.

There was almost no chance that he would be reactivated after.

Only a slim one.

He would be lying if he wasn't scared.

All of his systems had sent alarms and pop-ups on his pearls.

His neurons even activated in a desperate attempt to help.

He was starting to overheat.

His fans starting to turn in an ungodly fast movement.

He knew it wouldn't work.

Just like he wasn't able to tell Small Rock Of Light that there was an attack from creatures of rot.

He wasn't as close as a friend as his close neighbour but he still cared deeply for him in a way.

He was part of the local group after all.

The local group which they all considered themselves close.

Seeing themselves sometimes as siblings.

This was the local group in these parts.

They all knew not all local groups acted like this.

Some didn't even care about the others.

But they were again in an exception.

It seemed fate liked to make of him an exception.

It was a curse truly.

But maybe they liked him to be so different and change him all the time.

In a way, he liked it.

It made him feel special till his very end.

He could feel himself fall.

His mechanical holder had been damaged by the gas.

He had hit the ground in an ungracious manneer.

If he knew someone could be watching him he would have feel embarrassed.

But there was no one.

All the Ancients had ascended a long cycle ago.

He was truly and utterly alone right now.

He couldn't even prevail it.

He couldn't even make a broadcast to say his supposed good byes.

It was really hopeless to try and move.

Even though he knew his puppet self couldn't do much movement...

He couldn't say it felt weird.

For it did.

It felt like he was in this given body.

This forced appearance they had created for him.

A dark theme was how they had made him.

They said it was to match the night and it's violet and utterly black moments.

He couldn't understand what they meant at this cycle.

He couldn't understand because he would never be able to see it.

No one but the first Ancients, before iterators were created and clouded the sky.

So there was truly no way of knowing except the pearls left for history.

And he wouldn't care either way.

He was forced to have this puppet body.

But it was still better than be trapped in the system of his can.

He couldn't feel anything anymore.

The floor, his mechanical arm, or his neurons floating around desperately.

He couldn't do anything but see his can enlightened with flashing lights.

The system were failing and he had lost hope to get it under control.

The gas had filled the room.

The aura of the rot could be feeled outside.

The sense of dread fell on him in a fast pace.

He was going to sleep.

He had to tell himself this.

He was not dying in this horrible position, trapped in his own mind.

He was just having a little rest.

That was what was happening.

They were checking his rarefaction cell.

That was all.

He was going to wake in a while.

All of what he did to survive was not for nothing.

He shall not worry.

All is going to be alright.

The gas envelopped all his senses and mind.

He was sleeping.

The local group was going to be alright.

All is fine, it's only a resting maintenance.

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Word count : 1,090

Random prompt : He could smell gas even before he opened the door.

#cross posted on ao3 #writing #oc #rain world #Falling Star #iterator #chaos era

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[sugamamacustard]

✨Intimidating✨

Pairing: Alpha! Issei Matsukawa X Omega! Reader, Alpha! Satori Tendou x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff!

Request: can i request matsukawa and tendou w an omega that’s afraid to ask them to scent something for them? 🖤

Summary: Alpha's are scary creatures. Going up to them is scary, and honestly, you were never sure you would ever be able to look one in the eye. Unfortunately, your omega was dead set on one particular alpha-- one who seemed so much more intimidating than any other alpha you had seen before.

Author’s Note:  Nonnie you really said-- let me pick custard's husbands.

Requests: Closed!

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Issei Matsukawa

➵ Matsukawa Issei; a strong, tall and proud third year alpha. Part of the starting line-up of Seijoh's volleyball team.

➵Unfortunately, he was also the object of your inner omega's (And begrudgingly your own) affections.

➵ It wasn't like you weren't friendly with him, but he was just so much bigger than you!

➵And honestly, you were just...scared?

➵ He'd never done anything to make you fear him, as he was just a giant teddy bear of a man, but you just couldn't really explain it.

➵ In actuality, you were scare of most of the third year boys-- despite being a third year yourself.

➵ They were just so tall and buff! You couldn't help it!

➵ This didn't help with the fact that there was some obvious chemistry between you and Matsukawa.

➵ Even the teacher could see it

➵ However, you just...couldn't find the courage to ask him to scent something for you to begin the courting process.

➵ You understood that volleyball practice took up a lot of time so him giving you a gift was out of the question.

➵ Meaning it was up to you.

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You had been trying for days to work up the courage to talk to Matsukawa.

It hadn't been easy, a number of things stopping you-- the number one factor being your own nerves. You would be talking with him, having an incredible time before your omega would remind you that you need to ask and you would malfunction.

Honestly, it was almost a problem at this point. He was always super understanding when you excused yourself but you felt terrible about it.

You just wanted to get it done and over with! You wanted him to hold you in his arms already! To love and cherish him, make sure he's okay after practice.

But your goddamn nerves just wouldn't let you!

Groaning, your tensed your shoulders at the clang that came when your forehead smacked on the cool metal of the lockers. In your hand was a crumpled shirt, one you had been trying to ask Matsukawa to scent for the past however long.

"It's not even that hard?!" You groaned, smacking your hand against the same locker. "It's four words, for heaven's sake. Just 'please scent this Matsukawa', not that bloody difficult!"

You huffed, still cringing at the sound of the metal echo in the empty hallway-- well, the presumably empty hallway.

"About as difficult as saying 'Please be my omega'."

You chirped in surprise, whipping around to face the tall alpha. He was smiling down softly at you, one brow raised as he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed and duffle hanging by his side. "Matsukawa-san, I- uh,"

He held up a hand, getting up and walking over to you. He gently pried the shirt from your grip before rubbing it against his scent gland, wrapping his unoccupied hand around your waist and leading you out the front.

"Matsu-"

"Issei, I'm your alpha now, aren't I?" He smirked, nuzzling your temple with a laugh as your cheeks erupted in red. "Come on, pretty thing, let's go get you some food."

Satori Tendo

➵ Now Satori is...a lot.

➵ He's energetic and eccentric.

➵ And just... a lot.

➵ Not in a bad way, of course, but (Sorry, this is custard's personal HC) he needed someone to balance him out.

➵ Someone to take refuge in. To hold him close when he has anxiety attacks (Another personal HC of Custard's is that Tendo has severe anxiety and I will take this with me till the day I die).

➵ He needed the shy and small omega that was you.

➵ At this point, if wasn't a matter of if it was when you two would become official as you both balanced each other out perfectly.

➵ Your mellow attitude calmed his other-worldly one.

➵ His brash and straight-forward nature made up for your shy and easily-overwhelmed one.

➵Honestly, ya'll cute.

➵Satori likes you a lot, you like him a lot, unfortunately, the only issue?

➵ Satori cannot, for the life of him, do anything (another Personal Custard HC) that requires nimble fingers.

➵ (The personal HC is that he was super clumsy with his hands and fingers until his adulthood when he learned to channel it into chocolate.)

➵ So things like beading necklaces or bracelets was kind of out of the question for him.

➵ Meaning if was left to you.

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"You can do it. You can do it. You can- I can't do it-" You groaned, turning away from the entrance to the gym, wringing your sweater between your sweaty hands.

You knew Satori was in there.

You knew when it came to you, he wouldn't bat an eye at stepping out for...hell the rest of practice.

You knew that this was practically a formality, as he already treated you like his omega. Feeding you, scenting you, caring for you around your heats and helping you prep before giving you space.

He was honestly perfect for you. Just as you were for him.

Growling to yourself you faced the gym doors once more, breathing in and out slowly. You could do this! This was Satori. He promised to always hold you and value your feelings.

You could do this.

Stepping forward, you stumbled back as the door poked open-- happy ruby eyes gleaming as they saw you. You snorted, covering your mouth with a hand. Satori took this as a good sign, waggling his fingers in a greeting as his eyes scrunched meaning he was smiling.

You waved back, smiling as well. When his eyes turned into small squints, analyzing your figure you became self conscious, shuffling slightly. The alpha picked up on this, soon slipping out of the gym completely, closing the door behind him. He sauntered over to you, towering over you as he held his hands behind his back.

"Hey little omega, how are you? Come to visit the lil' ol guess monster?" He teased, a twinkle of something in his eyes.

You nodded, not trusting your words before thrusting the article at the confused alpha. He caught it, barely, holding it for a second before it clicked, the smile returning to his face.

"Damn. And here I was, thinking I finally got the upper hand on you." He chuckled, quickly disappearing into the gym before reappearing once more, this time with a woken necklace. He bashfully handed it to you along with the, newly scented, sweater.

"Guess you'll always be a mystery to me, huh Paradise?" He laughed, holding to his chest like he always promised too.

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[loousir]

[Naga] Snake Bites

Naga Male x Bold (& kinda dense) Artist Male Reader

Syerca

Setting: Mostly a Naga's cave deep into a forest.

Warnings: Soft lime at the end (marking/mate), bad (was the first oneshot in the original book), slight mention of naga attacking reader

Masterlist

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The fall breeze blew gently, tossing some fallen leaves around some worn shoes. The man who wore said shoes brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen into his face. He stared out into the woods, eyes following a gorgeous path until it disappeared.

"Hope you don't plan on goin' out there, " An older resident said. They were at the edge of a small cabin town. Some houses we're newer than others but that didn't seem to bother anyone. The houses were decently spaced and it was pretty active for being where most elders come to retire.

The man shrugged at the other's comment and adjusted the large hiking bag on his shoulders. "You shouldn't. Most don't make it back." The other male rolled his eyes and looked back to the elder. "I'm well aware of what lurks out there." He turned away from the other and set out on the path.

The path almost instantly secluded anyone who walked it from the chaotic world around it. He examined the terrain and all it had to offer, collecting some things along the way. His side bag was full of odd rocks and a book that had some pressed foliage, now had ones he hadn't collected before.

The walk was peaceful. Birds chirping as the wind rustled the leaves. The path was mostly covered but the leaves caused rays of light to shine through, giving him inspiration. He eventually found a spot to rest and decided to paint the path he was walking. Once his bag was set down, he pulled out a roll of canvas and laid it as flat as he could.

There were some paints and brushes in a holder in the middle of the roll and he smiled softly as he picked them up. He opened the bag and pulled out what he thought he needed as well as a small jar that held water to clean the brushes.

Close to 30 minutes had passed when he got a slight chill down his spine. He paused his painting and looked around. His eyes only saw the woods so he somewhat hesitantly went back to painting. After another 40-ish minutes passed, he finished his first of few paintings.

Luckily, the breeze dried his paints quicker than he had anticipated. He very carefully added a few layers of a sealant he had and let it dry. The same chill from earlier came around again but it was a bit more intense. He looked around as he finished cleaning and putting things away, noticing something in the distance.

Whatever he was looking at disappeared and he sighed as the now dry canvas was gently rolled and placed back onto the bag. He stood up, stretched, and continued his mostly peaceful walk, forgetting what he had seen earlier.

Some hours had passed, his periodic breaks allowing him to gain inspiration for future paintings. It was just after noon when he decided to make his own path. He pulled out a book and wrote directions so he could find his way back. In the process of creating his own path, he stumbled upon one of the most stunning places he'd ever seen.

It was a small, oasis-like area that had a magical feel to it. He stopped what he was doing and found the perfect spot to paint the scene in front of him.

While he painted, some birds had visited him and even a small snake had managed to befriend him and his paints. The snake had coiled gently around his wrist while he worked which made him smile.

The man had sat and painted the space for another 2 hours, finishing at around 2 o'clock. His (e/c) eyes looked up to the sky and he sighed, sealing his now finished work before packing everything away.

The snake was still on his wrist, not even bothering to leave so he just dealt with it. He continued on his own path for another hour. It was still fairly bright when he found himself at the entrance of a cave.

The small snake uncoiled itself and slid into a pocket on his cloak. The cave went deeper but he was cool with not going into it since he was going to leave soon anyway.

He stayed at the entrance and found a nice area to sit and relax, maybe get another painting done of what the cave looked like. It was gorgeous after all, nature framed the entrance perfectly, leaving some vines to hang down, moss covers rocks and small fungi scattered every so often.

He decided on just relaxing as he set his stuff down and leaned against a wall.

Soon enough, he had dozed off into his dreamland.

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I ssswear I'll kill that woman...

Ssshe won't leave me alone...

The large, gorgeous albino Naga slithered through the leaves, carefully making his way to his home. He had noticed some newer prints, clearly from something with two legs, but he didn't pay too much mind to them.

He reached the cave and sighed as he entered. Bright blue eyes scanned the area and his heart sank to his stomach when he saw a (tall/short/avg) man with (h/l) (h/c) hair leaning against the wall.

Pleassse dear godsss tell me he iss alive...

He quickly made his way to the motionless body, not noticing said body's items not too far away.

If ssshe killed another human to try to pleasse me... I ssswear...

As he was lost in thought, the other stirred thanks to his intense staring and slightly heavy breathing. The human yawned and stretched his back slightly as he looked up to the Naga with a slightly annoyed expression.

"Is there something you need?"

The Naga jumped slightly and stared down at him with shock but also joy, happy he wasn't dead.

"I apologize... I wasss afraid you had passsed..."

The Naga paused for a moment while the other rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Wait... You aren't... Afraid of me?"

The (h/c) shook his head and looked up to him again. "If you don't mind, I would like to take my leave." He said placing his hands on the ground in preparation to stand. The Naga stood speechless, staring at the smaller human sitting in front of him.

"Can you move please?"

With a nod and small apology, the Naga moved away from the male who carefully stood and stretched his limbs.

The white and yellow snake watched as the other took out a small pocket watch, that the small snake from earlier was now holding on to, and checked the time. "When the hell did I get so late..." The man mumbled to himself. The time read 8:11 and judging by the lack of light it was night time. He slipped the watch and snake back onto his pocket.

"Well, I better get going." He said grabbing his bag and putting over his shoulder. The Naga still stood, watching as the male walked to the mouth of the cave.

"W-wait!"

He looked back to see that the other had slithered closer and held a worried look on his face. "P-please don't leave! Y-you can't!"

"Oh yeah, and whys that?"

"I would rather not find sssuch a beautiful man ssslaughtered on my cave-step in the morning..."

Said beautiful man turned to look at him, slightly shocked at the statement.

"Pleassse just ssstay with me till the morning and I'll essscort you back to the village..." He looked frantic and genuinely seemed like he cared.

With a sigh, the other looked to the pleading blue eyes and said, "I don't bunk with strangers. I'll be fine." He turned and walked out of the cave, leaving the Naga shocked and frozen.

"Wait! I'm ssserious! Pleassse!" He followed after the human and froze once again when he saw him pinned by the she-devil herself. His bag had been tossed to the side, most of the contents falling out. She had him wrapped in her tail and smiled as he struggled to get free.

His shy demeanor had dissipated rather quickly. The small snake had gotten out of the other's pocket and hid in the nearly empty bag.

He suddenly lunged towards the woman he hated so much. She clearly hadn't noticed him before then and threw the human off to the side, his body slamming into a tree. The two of them fought as the one tossed aside slowly passed out, struggling to stay awake.

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Soft hands gently rubbed his back as he awoke again. His (e/c) eyes looked around the best the could but they didn't see much other than a wall. His whole body was sore but those hands were working wonders. The room was warm and whatever he was laying on was extremely comfortable. He closed his eyes and let out a pleased groan.

The hands froze and pulled away quickly, making him turn his head the other way. A set of bright blue eyes were staring with surprise that the male was awake. "H-hello there..." The human smirked and slowly blinked, "Hey sexy, why'd ya stop?"

The blonde blushed and looked away. "I dessspissse that remedy ssso much..." He mumbled as his hands carefully went back to massaging. "Mmm... I'm soooo tired... Will you cuddle with me?"

"No... Just go back to sssleep human..."

"Mm... Oh-kay."

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A soft warm light lit the room, if you could really call it a room. A rather noisy yawn resonated from a still fairly sore male. He carefully stretched and sat up, almost instantly laying back down.

"Fuuck me..."

His hand fell from what he now knows as a large hammock. Soft locks brushed against his fingers and without thinking he gently combed them, enjoying the soft and cool feeling on his slightly rough hands. The owner of said locks leaned into the hand, clearly not realizing whose hand it was.

The two enjoyed each other for a moment before the blonde realized the situation. He pulled away and sat up, looking at the still sleepy human in his bed. "Are you feeling better? Do you need anything?" He asked leaning in slightly.

"Something to drink, and maybe a name?" The Naga nodded and got a cup of water first. He sat up in the hammock carefully and crossed his legs slightly. Looking around, the room was neat yet cluttered with various items. He spot his stuff and cautiously, yet somewhat reluctantly, left the hammock to inspect them.

He sat on the large plush rug and rummaged through his own things, glad to see that everything he had was still there. Other than his canvas. He panicked slightly and looked around, immediately regretting the sudden movement.

Laying back, he closed his eyes and sighed. Mr. Naga came back and looked at the other on the ground. He hovered over him slightly till he opened his eyes. "Here, it'sss fresh ssspring water."

"Thank you." He said carefully sitting up and drinking what he was given.

"My name is Sssyerca." The other nodded. "(Y/n). Do you happen to know where my canvas is at Sssyerca?" He asked mimicking the way the other said it. Syerca blushed and nodded, moving over to a small table to grab it. (Y/n) stood up carefully from the floor and followed him to said table.

There was a large couch, clearly made for the naga, that (Y/n) sat on. Syerca sat next to him, and (Y/n) leaned on him, closing his eyes as he took in the snakes, surprising, warmth. Said snake blushed and looked down to the (h/c). He gently took the cup from (Y/n)'s hand and set it on the table.

"I hope you don't mind that I may have looked at your paintingsss..." (Y/n) shrugged and looked up to Syerca, one eye pressed against his side. "Are they ok? Physically?"

"Ah, yesss! They're fine. And quite beautiful if I might sssay..." Syerca said with a soft tone. (Y/n) smiled and looked down to the rolled canvas. He stood up and Syerca watched as he stood on the opposite side of the table. "Lie on the couch and get comfortable. Let me grab something real quick." He said walking over to his bag and rummaging around for a moment.

Syerca hesitantly did as the painter asked and made himself comfortable on the couch. (Y/n) found all of the supplies he needed and set them on the floor next to the table before sitting on his knees. "May I make a request?" He asked looking up to Syerca. The Naga nodded as he watched (Y/n) unroll the canvas. "Look cute and don't move till I say you can." Syerca blushed and adjusted slightly so that he was looking at the other.

(Y/n) started to put blobs of color onto the canvas. Syerca watched as the soft yellows and whites turned into his tail, then tans to his chest, and so on till it had gotten to his head, his face still not painted.

It had been close to 2 hours by that point but neither had seemed to notice the time go by due to being entranced by the painting. "Syerca. Could you look at me? Don't look at the painting." (Y/n) said, starting at the other's eyes. He blushed softly and looked into (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes.

Syerca took this opportunity to examine the human closely. His (e/c) eyes we're soft yet focused, while his (h/style) (h/c) hair moved slightly with his gentle head movements. He blushed and bit his lip slightly as he looked at his lips. They were a soft pink color and we're parted slightly as he worked, the occasional blep happening due to his focus.

Many minutes had passed before (Y/n) looked up and said. "Alright. You can move again." Syerca snapped out of his trance and looked down to the canvas. (Y/n) cleaned up as Syerca turned the canvas to look at properly. His eyes shined as he looked at it closer. "The amount of detail iss amazing..." (Y/n) looked up and smiled. "You can have it if you want it. I'll put it on a frame and sign it if you do." He said with a small laugh.

Syerca looked up as his eyes widened slightly. "Really? That would be lovely..." (Y/n) nodded and said, "I'll have to head back to my home though. If you'd be willing to come with me I could do it today." He went to get his pocket watch to check the time when he heard Syerca get off the couch. (Y/n) though nothing of it but tensed when he was hugged from behind.

He turned his head slightly to look at Syerca who buried his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck. "Uh... What are you doing that for?" The other stayed silent for a moment before responding. "I know thisss is extremely sssudden... But... Would you be willing to become my mate?"

"... What would be in it for me?" (Y/n) asked looking to Syerca who pulled away. "Protection from any other Naga, free-range of my territory... It will finally let me rid thisss world of that vile woman that attacked you..." He said mumbling the last part. His eyes looked to (Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes and the other said,

"So you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Syerca was quiet before he broke out in laughter, his eyes closing as he did. "Yesss... I-if that'sss what humansss call... Call matesss." (Y/n) looked up and shrugged. "Ok. I'm single anyway." Syerca smiled and hugged him, gently pressing their foreheads together. "Would it be ok for me to mark you?" He asked quietly, looking into (Y/n)'s eyes.

"I-I don't know what that entails but um... Sure..." (Y/n) gently wrapped his arms around Syerca's bare torso. He gently rubbed the others back. It was smooth but the occasional line like bump came up, telling there was a scar there. Syerca leaned down to (Y/n)'s neck and placed soft kisses under his jaw. (Y/n) gasped and shivered, slightly tightening his grip on the male, not expecting what he did.

Syerca continued to kiss before mumbling, "Sssorry... But thisss might hurt..." (Y/n) was about to speak up but Syerca bit down on his neck, his canines sinking in. (Y/n) gasped and let out a small moan of pain as he hugged him. Syerca pulled away slightly and licked the spot where he bit. It left a tingling sensation behind and (Y/n) felt a bit weak after.

"Are you ok..? The mark will tell that your claimed... My ssscent will remain and only be picked up by other naga..." He gently brushed (Y/n)'s hair back. "I wish you told me that's what you were going to do..." Syerca looked away and sighed, "I didn't think you would allow me if I told you."

(Y/n) looked up to him and moved his hands from the others back to his cheeks. He gently rubbed them with his thumbs. Syerca smiled and (Y/n) smiled too. His thumbs gently rubbed over Syerca's lips, they were thin but still nice. Syerca smiled more and stuck his tongue out, showing it's slit. "I don't know what's in that... Saliva of yours but it made me feel pretty good."

Syerca moved (Y/n)'s hands from his face and interlocked their fingers. "Also what's with you and making me feel good?" He asked, resting his face on Syercas chest. "I apologize... But... Thank you for letting me... M-mark you." (Y/n) pulled away and looked up to the others eyes. "Let's get to know each other before we call it official though." Syerca nodded and rested his forehead against (Y/n)'s.

"I'll take you back to your village a little later. For now, let'sss get to know each other... Like you sssuggested..."

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Definitely not my fav but hey

#mxm #monster x male reader #male monster x reader #monster male x male reader #oneshot #x male reader

[huevokinder24]

Okay so I've seen many people rage and basically disown He Yu after the latest chapters, and all I can say is that you guys are overlooking quite a few things here:

Firstly, I don't think HY should be held to the same standards as a normal, mentally stable person. He's a sociopath, and yet he hasn't acted like one till now. "but he's sexually assaulted someone before" yes, and he did that while having an attack. that's true. but here's the thing, he did it because he knew it was wrong. If you look up ASPD you'll see sociopaths make no distinction bt good or bad, and they do not feel any guilt. Doesn't sound like HY, does it? he did feel sorry and tried to make it up to XQC. he was perfectly aware that he'd done something horrifying. He said so himself, "if I can't make someone love me, at least there will be hate in the future". He was so desperate to have any connection to someone he was willing to go to that extreme. He wasn't in his right mind back then, yet he knew what he was doing.

This brings me to the second point. HY's backstory, aka pain and trauma and child neglect and all that jazz. I believe even a sane person would have snapped way before him. People are not saints, we're humans, and we all have our limits. Expecting someone to act like a saint and condemn them when they do wrong just because they're fictional is ridiculous. Humans are flawed. They make mistakes and bad choices. It's human nature, which is something always present in MB's novels.

You can't expect a normal person to endure all that and not break, much less a mentally ill one. And yet, it took HY 23 years and a lot of pain and trauma to fully give in to his demons.

The third point is that we still don't know what happened to HY in Australia, we've barely had his pov since he came back. We don't know what's going on in his head, really. Is that actually him? or is it something else? Doesn't seem like he's pretending, but he's also a lot different from the previous HY. Is he being controlled? manipulated? Did he go nuts? De. Don't. Know. For. Sure. What we do know is that MB always writes with a purpose. We simply don't know which one it is for now.

Also, rn HY is dealing with A LOT of trauma. He basically lost all the will to live in the naval battle. He thought he was betrayed in the worst possible way, he was dying and all he could think of was how unloved, unlovable and alone he was. Add that to the rest of his backstory and you'll get a fucking bomb. Ffs, the kid literally hallucinated someone who cared for him, how sad is that??. No wonder he snapped. No wonder he wants revenge. He's like a wounded animal, hurt and out for blood. If that's what this is about.

Does that justify his actions? hell no. Does it explain it? I'd say so. MB doesn't write likeable characters. She writes realistic characters, fucked up characters. She writes about humans and human nature, and that's hardly ever pretty, but fuck if it isn't real. That's why her novels are so good.

#rant rant rant #i have faith in Meatbun #hope that doesn't backfire lmaoo #bing an ben #case file compendium #he yu #xie qingcheng #hexie #meatbun doesn't eat meat

[thedelusionreaderbitch]

Kaz Brekker x fem! Reader - Talent

(Gif not mine)

A/n: So this shit randomly come up into my head... You know that scene in episode four of shadow and bone, where Inej and Jesper are showing off their talents? I was like we're going to add the reader into this one! Requests are open!

Warnings: It's short, fluff, languag, mentions of gore, trauma, mentions of abuse/sexual abuse, I think that's it? You have been warned!

Summary: You need to get into the little palace and a talent you thought was useless may come into handy

All rights go to leigh Bardugo, you, netflix and James arthur! I just own the plot!

I silently watch Jesper do his performance, with Inej already done hers. He shots the card perfectly dead center and everyone gives a round of hoops and applause.

That card that was in Inej's mouth mind you.

Kaz's face is emotionless or more so to anyone but me, looks emotionless. There's this spark in his eyes that says he's enjoying this, but also a worry because he doesn't like that their being shown like caged animals at the zoo to show off.

I suppress a shiver that runs up my spine as I remember my childhood. When I was six I was sold to a very high end circus and it wasn't pretty.

Maybe, you would think that they would treat their employees better, but you would be wrong. They would beat you to so much that you looked purple, they would be beat for... Anything really. Sometimes their punishments were worse and they would sell you off to men for one to even a couple of nights.

I still have nightmares.

No one cared what you looked like, as long if you could your job then it was fine. Even if you looked like a freak with all the purple bruise's and hand marks across you everywhere, it would bring people in. The more people got brought in each performance the better.

I must have not hid my fear good enough, or Kaz can just read me better then anyone else can because a concerned look flash's across his face and he brush's his gloved hand against my own for a split second.

"What about you." The man comes over and points at me. I freeze. No, I could just gut you right on the spot how about that! My mind screams at me.

But there something else you could do.

Something that wouldn't come with bad memories, something that my mother and father used to do, something I thought was useless.

Till now.

"Do you have a piano?"

Kaz Pov!

Y/n sits down on the piano bench and shallows tightly like she's nervous and Kaz has no fucking idea what she's doing.

Honestly, Kaz could have been fine with just Inej and Jesper taking the performing path to the little palace but having Y/n go with them would be better, more operable.

But he had no idea what she was doing.

He knows about her past after a job gone wrong, that lead to a panic attack, and they slowly came together after that.

Slowly.

Y/n place's her shaking hands over the keys and she plays a bit of a beautiful intro but then...

She sings.

Laying in the silence

Waiting for the sirens

Her voice lifts into the air above the crowd, hanging like silhouettes in the air. Kaz nearly gasps at the sound of her voice. But he is not nearly quick enough to school his expression because wonder splays across it.

Signs, any signs I'm alive still

I don't wanna lose it

I'm not getting through this

Hey, should I pray? should I pray

To myself? To a saint?

To a savior who can

Her voice must have been one of the saints, and Kaz didn't believe in the saints. Not until now.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these spoken words

Find hope in the hopeless

Pull me out of the train wreck

Y/n starts to belt her heart into the song and Kaz's breath catches in his throat. She had full control, if she told him to burn the world for her,

He would.

Unburn the ash's

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out

Her eyes full of unshed tears connect with his as she sings the next verse. Watching her though, sing with such force and emotion he could feel the pull towards her stronger than ever before.

Underneath our bad blood

We still got a sanctum, home

Still a home, still a home here

It's not too late to build it back

'Cause a one-in-a-million chance

Is still a chance, still a chance

And I would take those odds.

The audience is flowing in tears, even Jesper and Inej have tears in their eyes. Kaz can only hide half of what he's feeling, pain and love course through him knowing exactly what Y/n meant. Tears are flowing freely from her eyes now as you go on with just as much strength and emotion that she started it with. If not more.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these spoken words

Find hope in the hopeless

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ash's

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

His eyes find her's again and this time he can't bear to look away.c

Not when she looked like a saint.

She had some heist clothes on, her hair was flowing freely, and her bruised and cut up skin looked like satin. Not even all the stars in the world could compare to her eyes. Fuck. He shouldn't think of her like this, not while on a mission.

You can say what you like 'cause see, I would die for you

I, I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my Saint

Be my help, be a savior who can

Her voice was at her height now, it was powerful grabbing at her very being and putting it into lyrics. He wondered how such a beautiful creature like her had ever become a dangerous member of a gang. Helplessness was not something that Y/n was though, she was dangerous and everyone new it too.

Unbreak the broken

Unsay these reckless words (find hope in the hopeless)

Pull me out of the train wreck

Unburn the ashes

Unchain the reactions, I'm not ready to die, not yet

Pull me out of the train wreck

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out

Finishing the song the girl herself looks surprised at her abilities to seduce the occupants with her saint-like voice. Chuckling she smiles and the man shakes her hand very eagerly and talks to her for a few minutes before she walks over too him.

Kaz study the woman before him, the song seemed to free her in ways being dangerous never could. She looks up to him and he gives her a flash of a smile only she could catch. She experimentally takes his hand even if it was gloved. He rolls his eyes and lace their fingers together as they wait for Jesper and Inej.

So together they wait.

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[bowandcurtsey]

Can I please request Asta x Spirit!reader?

Like he somehow gets a spirit spell in his grimoire that summons a humanoid anti magic/demon spirit?

Ohhhhh this is such a cute one lovely Anony

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I swear you guys are hella creative, I love making your ideas into fics sometimes, I feel honoured that you trust your idea with me.

I'll be making short scenarios like how I did with Nacht's request :)

Asta x f! spirit! reader

When he first met you, he was so astonished, he just thought you were so cool and he couldn't believe that he was the chosen one by the spirit of the moon herself.

He couldn't stop asking you questions and he asked you over and over to show your magic and what you could do.

You were seriously doubting yourself on whether you picked the right spirit host.

"y/n!!!!! so you can also do magic on your own? And you enhance my anti magic?! No wait so now I can use moon magic? Does the moon have magic?"

Andddddd you have to deal with Liebe as well, he's a real pain in the ass.

"oi. you little spirit, Asta's is my host first."

"well, too bad I chose him too, deal with it devil."

Asta would be standing in the middle of the both of you, trying to make peace.

He would totally totally show you off to everyone he saw, well, he had to explain somehow or rather, since you were human size and you were a female, everyone was asking about you.

He'd totally show you off, "yeah!! y/n is really cool! She'll go all WHOOSH and BAAAM!!"

But this boy is humble about himself and never once bragged about how having a spirit was a proof of acknowledgement to his strength and capabilities.

You trained together a lot. Well, it's Asta we're talking about, he's always all about the "mada mada!!" so you really ain't stopping until he's flat on his back on the ground. Even till then he would still say "mada mada" and you'd have to force him to stop.

You made lots of new attacks and defence spells, you got to learn about each other's strengths and weakness and covered for each other.

In just a short time, you both could execute your combo attacks perfectly.

You both often trained with Yuno and Bell, since they were also a magic knight and spirit combo, plus you understood they were good friends.

You and Bell often argued about who's host was the best.

Because you enhanced Asta's power, Asta soon became one of the strongest magic knights in the kingdom and he was always sent on highly classified and dangerous missions.

You were both inseparable. You'll do everything together every single day. Well it's the norm for all spirits and their masters but you started to care for him more and more each day.

You covered his blanket for him at night, you made sure he had enough to drink during training. You always made sure he ate his breakfast, getting up early to make his breakfasts.

You took care of all his wounds, big or small, changed his bandages and made sure they were kept clean.

This boy is always destroying his clothes, like seriously he tears up so many of his black bull robe, you wonder why doesn't he wear it like his captain instead? All torn so you didn't have to keep mending them. You mend at least 5 headbands and robes in a week.

Asta was also very used to having you around, his room changed because he had to cater to you as well, he bought a pull out bed and made space in his wardrobe for your stuffs. Well, it wasn't like you had much in the first place, but Captain Yami gave you your own robe as well so you had that, and also lots of hair ties and hair accessories.

You got hurt once. Asta wasn't careful; he let his rash emotions get the better of him and he ran straight into an ambush and you got hit, really bad by a cursed poison magic. Because you were a spirit and spirits kinda worked differently, his anti magic didn't really work on you.

It actually did, but the effects were slow, so Asta had to watch you writhe in pain and agony. You were pale and trembling and Asta held you close to his chest.

He begged for Liebe's anti magic power to undo the poison curse on you, he would exchange anything for it but Liebe didn't have an answer to whether his power would even work in the first place.

He ran from base to base, looking for sylph and salamander to ask whether they knew any way to save you. He even called up queen Loropechka to ask Undine.

Thankfully, Undine and Loropechka were the goddess of knowledge itself and they told Asta that his anti magic is actually helping you, the only thing they could do was to wait.

Asta never left your side, holding you when you trembled, keeping you warm. He fed you water and tried to make you as comfortable as he could. He couldn't stop mumbling apologies with glossy eyes and swore that he wouldn't remain calm on the battlefield in the future.

You confessed your feelings one day, when you both were on the way back from your mission, he flew on his sword and you were just flying by his side.

"Asta," you looked straight ahead, you were too shy to face him, "I believe I have feelings for you."

He would be flabbergasted because it was all too sudden and he didn't really expected it. He was really unsure of his own feelings as well.

You were a little disappointed that he didn't express his feelings for you back that day. You kinda wanted him to say that he had feelings too, but you knew Asta, he was not really smart when it came to the affairs of the heart.

You acted like nothing happened the next few days but one day, you had a mission near Hage village. It wasn't your first time here, ever since he had you, you both went on missions all around the clover kingdom and even other kingdoms all the time.

But today, he brought you to a special place near the outskirts of Hage. A meadow and a flower field. You were busy being mesmerised by the beautiful place and didn't notice what Asta was up to.

You finally turned around, and he placed a flower in your hair, "I like you too y/n. So much more than I thought I already did."

-end-

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[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Jurdan Headcanon (Jude Duarte and Cardan Greenbriar)

I've also published this on ao3 if you'd rather read it there, here's the link. I'm making this a full series (Cardan in the Mortal World).

Chapter 1

Previous chapter (Chapter 2)

Cardan in the Mortal World (Chapter 2.5)

Pink Clouds, Reverent Touches and Villainous Fish

After the whole gown debacle (yes, they purchased the gown and no, of course it wasn't because Jude couldn't stop blushing every time she looked at him in it), they decide to roam the mall till Cardan finds something else he wants to do or see.

They're walking slowly, gently swinging their joined hands between them. Cardan is swivelling his head left and right and up and around, fascination shining in his eyes. Is it ironic, Jude wonders, that she loves her King best when he's acting least like a king?

Suddenly Cardan yanks her towards a stand where a tall tattooed lady is making...clouds! His eyes are as wide as the moon and his mouth has popped open a little and Jude cannot contain the laugh that bubbles out of her at his adorable expression.

"Jude! Jude! How- how is she- she's making clouds! And people are eating them?!" He sputters and to his annoyance (and hidden glee) Jude just laughs and laughs and laughs.

"They aren't clouds, love. It's called cotton candy. It's made from sugar," she tells him, when the laughs have subsided and she's finally caught her breath. She quickly buys some from the lady selling them and feeds him a piece. "Here."

He looks even more awed at her callused fingers, holding the piece of pink cotton candy in them, feeding them to him. It makes her dizzy with joy, her heart shivering in her chest. And then he bites her finger.

"Ow! What was that for?" she says, yanking her hand back.

"I wanted to see which one was sweeter, the cotton candy or you?" he replies, grinning, the incorrigible flirt (Jude will deny it till the day the devil comes for her soul, but she blushes at his answer).

***

They walk past a bookstore and Cardan's stops abruptly. The shelves of books remind him of Balekin's study. His body hunches over slightly, unable to forget the lessons it learnt there. Make yourself so small that there is no space for thoughts, for feelings, for anything at all. Even the pain will have less space to occupy, to spread its black poison.

A hand on his cheek. He knows the feel of it intimately. He loves the contradiction of the rough fingers and their soft touch. They trace the planes of his face from eyebrow to lips, from forehead to chin like a lost person does a map, reverently. He opens his eyes slowly (he doesn't remember closing them, it scares him a little what his body can do without his realising it). He sees Jude looking intensely right into his eyes, fiercely. They have always been best at fighting and so she fights him now. She's fighting to remind him that he is whole and perfect and nothing about him has to ever be small again. She's willing him, with the power of her stare, to believe that he exists in this moment, right here, not in that study, never again.

And slowly, like a feather floats through the air, Cardan's shoulders relax and expand, taking up the space he deserves. The tension in his jaw melts away, thawing under the fire in Jude's eyes. He brings his long fingers to his face, holding onto Jude's fingers, tangling them together. He smiles a small sad smile and kisses her hand, oh-so gently, it nearly brings tears to her eyes. He bends his head down a little and Jude understands perfectly, they don't need words, not always. She rises up on her tiptoes and presses a long kiss into his forehead, drawing all the tension from him with her lips.

"Come on," she whispers and pulls him away from the bookstore and he follows, awed at his Mortal Queen. Awed at the way she knows him, the way she soothes him, the way she loves him.

***

Next Cardan drags Jude to a pond. There is a little pool of water where people are dipping their feet in. There are also fish in the water which seem to be eating their feet. Cardan is at once puzzled and overjoyed.

"Let us try this!" Cardan exclaims, and Jude would never have agreed to this but seeing him so bright again after being completely empty-eyed a few moments ago sways her heart. Anything to keep him happy.

They take their shoes off and submerge their feet in the slightly chill water. And Jude thinks, hmm this is not so bad. I can do this. That is when the malicious creatures attack her feet. She squirms and squirms as they nibble at her feet. Cardan looks worried for her for a moment until he finally realises what's happening.

"Oh, my sweet villain, my darling god, vanquisher of kings, queen of the fae, are you finally defeated by puny fish?" He asks her, smirking. She glares at him.

"Do they possess a hidden power or is the explanation much simpler? Jude, are you ticklish?" His eyes are glowing and hers suddenly look defiant. He scoots closer to her, still smirking and eyes still aglow. Then he attacks. His graceful fingers jabbing at her midsection. She holds herself stiff for a moment and then the dam breaks open and she howls with laughter. That wondrous sound freezes him for an instant. There are fireworks going off in his brain.

But he quickly regains his wits and continues his attacks. She's moving around wildly now, arms windmilling and neck tossing this way and that. Her elbow collides with his nose, nearly breaking it.

"Ow, ow, ow!" He shouts, clutching his reddening nose. Jude looks proud for a moment, as if saying, ha, see, this is what you get when you mess with me. Then he pouts, and she, even she with her iron-will cannot resist. She leans forward placing a soft kiss on his nose. He goes a bit squinty-eyed as he stares at her mouth. He sighs softly, grinning dazedly. She rolls her eyes but her heart goes gooey and she has no explanation, none at all, for why she kisses his nose again.

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