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My Missing Piece
616!Wanda x 199999!Fem!Reader
Summary: You've lost your wife Wanda. Leaving you alone with your twin boys to try and pick up the pieces. What happens when the Scarlet Witch comes looking for her boys?
Word Count: 10.4K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, R calls W Mommy, W uses pet names, enchanted strap use, Dom!Wanda, sub!reader, overstimulation, magic restraints, depressive thoughts/episodes.
A/N: Made this forever ago and forgot about it until like two days ago lol. I really liked the idea of this so I hope you guys enjoy~ Also I decided that world 199999 (which was the original MCU world number before MoM turned it to 616) is just a parallel world where no one died :)
Every night after tucking my boys, Billy and Tommy in to bed, I have a bit of me time. Sometimes I watch TV, sometimes I'll scroll through social media on my phone, sometimes I'll write because I was told that was supposed to help with grief, it hasn't so far, what helps the most is when I talk to her before bed, "I miss you Wands...our boys miss you too...of course they love their Mama, but you're their Mommy. You carried them for nine months, you were in labor for just over a day." Tommy was born first 12 minutes ahead of his brother Billy. "You gave so much for our boys and our life here and I wish you had never said yes to that mission after all these years..." I break down, quiet sobs wrack me as I curl up on her side of the bed. It still smells like her.
I let sleep take me as I have the same dream I do every night. Wanda, but not Wanda...some twisted version of her with black fingers, and she just seems off, but she's searching, as if she can see me? She's looking for our boys. Every morning just as she finds me, us, I wake up. Dried tears on my cheeks and my eyes red. The bags under my eyes have never been darker, but I cover them up as I get out of bed to start yet another day without my wife.
The alarm blares through the quiet of the room, jolting me awake from my restless slumber. With a heavy sigh, I reach over to silence it, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Another day begins, much like every other since she left us.
I stumble out of bed, the weight of grief still heavy on my shoulders as I move through the motions of the morning routine. It's a struggle to keep it together, but I have to be strong for Billy and Tommy. They need me, even though every fiber of my being aches for her presence.
As I make my way downstairs, the memories flood back, hitting me like a tidal wave. Wanda was always the light in our lives, her laughter echoing through the halls, her warmth enveloping us like a comforting embrace. But now, there's only emptiness.
I try to push the thoughts aside as I prepare breakfast for the boys, forcing a smile as they bound into the kitchen, their youthful energy a stark contrast to my own weariness. They chatter excitedly about school and friends, oblivious to the pain that lingers beneath the surface.
After they've eaten and headed off to catch the bus, I sink into the solitude of the empty house once more. It's in these quiet moments that the ache is most palpable, the absence of her presence a constant reminder of all that we've lost.
I find myself drawn to her belongings, unable to resist the pull of her memory. Running my fingers over the familiar objects, I'm transported back to happier times, when our love felt invincible, untouchable by the darkness that now threatens to consume me.
But amidst the despair, there's a flicker of something else. A determination, a resolve to keep going, if not for myself then for her. She wouldn't want me to wallow in sorrow, to let the grief consume me. She'd want me to live, to cherish the memories we shared and find solace in the love that still remains.
With a deep breath, I push myself to my feet, wiping away the tears that threaten to fall. Today may be another struggle, another battle against the pain, but I refuse to let it defeat me. For Wanda, for our boys, I'll find the strength to carry on, one day at a time.
The day went by quickly and soon enough the boys were home filling up our home with noise once more,
"Boys homework first or no ice cream!" I call from the kitchen when I hear them start to fight over player one controller.
"Awww but Mama!" They whined.
"So you boys don't want ice cream tomorrow night either I see." I hear them grumble and then the TV go off, the sound of the dining room chairs scraping as I look over my shoulder to see they're working. "There are my good boys." I turn back smiling as I carry on with prepping dinner. Suddenly something feels off. A pit in my stomach starts forming and I feel eyes on me, not the boys though these feel predatory.
I look up and through the window I don't see my own reflection, I see Wanda, the same one I see in my dreams.
My heart leaps into my throat as I freeze, the knife in my hand forgotten as I stare wide-eyed at the impossible sight before me. It's her, but it's not. The twisted version from my nightmares, black fingers reaching out like tendrils of darkness, eyes filled with a hunger I can't comprehend.
I feel a chill run down my spine as her gaze locks onto mine, a shiver of fear coursing through my veins. Instinctively, I reach for the pendant hanging around my neck, fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the purple power stone embedded within. It's a comforting weight, a reminder of the power that pulses through me, but even it feels insignificant in the face of this apparition.
"What do you want?" I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. But she doesn't answer, only continues to stare, her presence suffocating in its intensity.
Desperation claws at the edges of my mind as I struggle to make sense of the situation. Is this some kind of illusion, a trick of the mind brought on by grief and exhaustion? Or is she truly here, some twisted echo of the woman I loved?
Before I can gather my thoughts, a sudden crash from the dining room snaps me back to reality. The boys, my precious boys, oblivious to the danger that lurks just beyond our walls. With a surge of adrenaline, I lunge forward, grabbing the nearest weapon within reach.
But as I turn back to face the window, she's gone, vanished into thin air like a wisp of smoke. The only evidence of her presence is the lingering sense of unease that hangs heavy in the air.
I rush to the dining room, relief flooding through me as I find the boys unharmed, their laughter filling the room once more. But even as I hold them close, a sense of dread lingers, a silent reminder that darkness still lurks just beyond the edges of our reality.
"Mama is everything okay?" Billy asks as I hold them, kissing the top of their heads.
"I just thought one of you got hurt. I'm happy you boys aren't." I lie to them as to not worry them, but Billy looks at me trying to search my thoughts. "Hey no mind reading little man." I ruffle his hair. "Everything is fine. If you boys are finished you can play one game, dinner will be ready in 15 minutes." The minutes tick by slowly as I finish preparing dinner, the aroma of comfort food filling the air. I glance at the clock, realizing that my boys are engrossed in their game, blissfully unaware of the turmoil swirling within me.
With a heavy sigh, I take a moment to compose myself before calling them to the table. As we gather for the meal, laughter and chatter resuming, I try to push the unsettling encounter out of my mind. But deep down, I know it's not over.
As we eat, the boys share stories from their day, their infectious joy momentarily easing the ache in my heart. I force a smile, savoring these small moments of normalcy in our fractured world.
After dinner, as the boys retreat to their rooms for the night, I find myself once again standing by the window, staring into the darkness beyond. The pit in my stomach returns, the unease settling in as I feel a presence lingering just out of sight.
The room is silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the night. I close my eyes, summoning the courage to speak the words that linger on the tip of my tongue.
"Wanda, if you're out there, if you can hear me, please... don't hide. I don't know what's happening, but I can't face it alone. I need you, now more than ever." My voice trembles with a mix of desperation and longing.
The air remains still, the response elusive. I wait in silence, hoping for some sign, some reassurance that I'm not losing my mind. But the universe remains silent, withholding its secrets.
"Gods I feel like I'm going crazy Wands...how am I supposed to do this without you?" I feel the hot tears in my eyes, streak down my cheeks then suddenly a loud bang from the living room, the sound of a portal. "Stephan? Is that you?" It wasn't uncommon for Stephan Strange to pop in and check on me and the boys. Stephan had lost his love many years ago. Before I reach the living room, I hear the familiar sound of heels clicking on my hard wood flooring. Suddenly I'm standing face to face with the Wanda I've seen in my dreams...."W-Wands?" I questioned,
"A version. I've lost something precious to me and I've come to get it back." I look her over. It's Wanda, but not mine. As I get closer, Her hair is a different shade, her eyes are a little less of an emerald green and more of a sea green, this Wanda has a scar on her forehead, just above her left eyebrow.
"Oh...what has your universe done to you Detka?" I ask softly reaching out and she grabs my wrist with a force.
"It took everything from me." She seethed. "I want my boys back. I'm taking them." She tosses me aside like I'm nothing. Luckily with the power stone embedded in my chest. I push back, barreling back into her. Tackling her to the ground until I'm on top of her and it's then that she notices my stone, "You have the power stone...how? That's impossible. I've seen it kill people that touch it.
"I'm tough that's why my Wanda loved me." I had her pinned and used my own magic to subdue her. "I've been called the Violet Witch here for years. It became my code name."
"That can't be..." I give her a questioning look. "I'm the Scarlet Witch." She tells me, the scarlet witch? Wanda never said anything...? I stumble back off of her, reeling, "The Scarlet Witch." I let out a dry chuckle, "It makes sense, but I can't let you take my boys. If I loose them then That means I've lost my Wanda and them. I might as well die." I tell her,
"Wait so your Wanda is gone?" She asks. I nod,
"She was needed for a mission. I begged her not to go, we had retired from being Avengers 10 years ago when we found out she was pregnant. She told me everything would be fine. She promised me...and then suddenly I have Strange and Parker on my doorstep with Bucky and Sam behind them carry the casket." I feel my eyes blur as I walk over to the scarlet witch, "If you are another her then," I take her hands putting them up to my temples and ease my forehead onto her, letting my memories over the past ten years flood through her mind.
As our minds intertwine, I feel a rush of memories flooding into her consciousness. The love, the loss, the moments of joy and heartache that have shaped my existence since Wanda's departure. It's a whirlwind of emotions, a bittersweet symphony of love and grief that binds us together in ways I never thought possible.
For a moment, there's a flicker of recognition in her eyes, a glimmer of understanding amidst the chaos of her own turmoil. She sees the depth of my pain, the desperation to hold onto the fragments of a life that's slipping through my fingers.
But as quickly as it came, the moment passes, and she pulls away, her expression hardening once more. "I'm sorry for your loss," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of sympathy. "But my pain is just as real. I've lost everything too, and I'll do whatever it takes to reclaim what's mine."
I feel a pang of empathy for her, a shared sense of anguish that transcends the boundaries of our separate worlds. But beneath it all, there's a primal instinct, a fierce determination to protect my boys at all costs.
"I understand your pain," I reply, my voice steady despite the turmoil raging within. "But my boys are not yours to take. They belong here, with me, with their family."
She narrows her eyes, her resolve unwavering. "Then we're at an impasse," she says, her tone final. "I won't leave without them."
I take a step forward, meeting her gaze with steely determination. "Then I guess we'll just have to see who's stronger," I say, my voice echoing with a newfound resolve.
With that, the battle lines are drawn, two versions of Wanda Maximoff facing off against each other in a clash of wills and power. But amidst the chaos and uncertainty, one thing remains clear: no matter the outcome, I'll do whatever it takes to protect my boys and honor the memory of the woman I loved.
Her eyes meet mine, a mixture of pain and longing mirrored in their depths. The tear I wiped away lingers on her cheek, a testament to the shared sorrow we both carry. The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, time seems to hang suspended.
"I... I don't know if I can stay," she whispers, her voice choked with emotion. "But the offer, it means more than you can imagine. In my world, everything has crumbled, and I'm left with nothing but ashes and echoes of what once was."
I can feel the weight of her words, the burden of her grief, and I tighten my grip on her cheek, desperate to convey the sincerity of my plea. "Wanda, you don't have to face this alone. You're not just a version of her; you're your own person, with your own pain. But here, in this universe, you have a chance to rebuild, to find a new kind of family."
She opens her eyes, the sea-green gaze locking onto mine. There's a vulnerability in her expression, a crack in the stoic facade she wears. "I'm so tired," she admits, a raw honesty in her voice. "Tired of loss, tired of fighting. Maybe... maybe it's time for a different path."
A tentative smile plays on her lips, and my heart skips a beat. I wipe away another tear, this time a tear of relief. "You don't have to decide now," I say softly. "Take the time you need. But know that here, you have people who care, people who understand loss and are willing to help you carry the burden."
The room seems to brighten, as if the weight of the universe has lifted, if only for a moment. And in that moment, I see a glimmer of hope, a possibility for healing and connection that transcends the boundaries of our fractured worlds.
"I need to know one thing." She speaks, "Is Vision alive?" my brows furrow together.
"Vision? Who is that?" I ask genuinely confused.
"Wait...how did we meet here?" She asks.
"Oh well we met in Sokovia. We were protesting Stark together at a rally. Your brother flirted with me first and I never let him live that down especially when I married you and he was my best man." I smile at the memory. "Anyways, we were approached by Hydra and experimented on. They had the mind stone and the power stone. You and Pietro were exposed to the mind stone and I was too, but nothing happened unlike you two so they put me in a room with the power stone. It decided my chest was it's forever home. I ended up breaking us out from the Hydra base with the help of the Avengers who had caught word of the base. The three of us joined the Avengers and the rest is history." I tell her.
"So no Ultron? Sokovia didn't fly in the air? What about the Sokovia accords?" She throws question after question.
"No idea what you're talking about love. We carried on doing small missions, taking down hydra and radicals, but the three of us spent a long time training before they let us out doing field work." I tell her.
"Three? Is...is Pietro..?" Her voice breaks.
"Alive? Yeah of course." She falls to her knees and starts sobbing.
"Mommy?" Billy is at the middle of the stairs and the look in Wanda's eyes.
"Yeah baby it's Mommy." Wanda opened her arms and the little speedster found his way into her arms." Her eyes spilling over tears.
"Mama said you weren't coming back." Billy whispered.
"Mama didn't think I was, but Mommy always finds a way back to her boys." Wanda pulls back and looks up at me. "I'm staying...how could I say no when this is just about the most perfect version I could ask for?" I smile and start crying again as Tommy joins us before I can even blink. "Our little quick silver." Wanda smiles hugging the boys, her boys.
Tears of relief blur my vision as I watch Wanda embrace our boys, her boys, with a tenderness that speaks volumes. Billy and Tommy cling to her, their small arms wrapping around her tightly as if afraid she'll disappear again if they let go. And in that moment, I realize that this is where she belongs, with us, her family.
I join them on the floor, wrapping my arms around them all, unable to contain the overwhelming flood of emotions that threatens to consume me. "Welcome home, Wanda," I whisper, my voice choked with tears.
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with gratitude and love. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "For everything."
Together, we sit in the warmth of our embrace, a makeshift family forged from the ashes of our shared past. And as the night stretches on, I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, a belief that no matter what trials may come, as long as we have each other, we can weather any storm.
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The days blurred together in a haze of longing and uncertainty, each moment tinged with the ache of what could have been. Wanda's presence in our home was both a blessing and a curse, a constant reminder of the love I had lost and the impossibility of reclaiming what was once mine.
I watched her interact with the boys, her smile forced but genuine, her laughter a melody that echoed through the halls. And yet, beneath the surface, I could sense the weight of her own grief, the burden of a past that refused to let her go.
I tried to be strong, to be there for her and the boys, but every smile felt like a lie, every laugh a hollow echo of the joy we once shared. And in the darkness of the night, when sleep eluded me and the silence pressed in like a vice, I found myself haunted by memories of another Wanda, a version of her that existed only in my dreams.
She was so close, yet so far away, a phantom presence that taunted me with what could have been. I longed to reach out to her, to hold her close and whisper words of love and comfort. But she was gone, lost to me in a reality that no longer existed.
And so I forced myself out of bed each morning, steeling myself against the pain that threatened to consume me. I buried myself in the routines of daily life, seeking solace in the mundane tasks that kept me tethered to reality.
But no matter how hard I tried to push her memory away, she lingered in the shadows of my mind, a ghostly specter that refused to be forgotten. And as the days turned into weeks, I began to wonder if I would ever find peace, if I would ever be able to let go of the love that still bound me to her, even across the vast expanse of the multiverse.
My Wanda and I had always had a policy of no mind reading since we could both do it, but this Wanda pokes at my thoughts constantly. Reminds me to smile through telepathy. One morning after a really good dream with another Wanda I can't get myself out of bed. Everything is too much. I know I had told her I'd be fine, but I'm not.
"Come on Y/N. Time to get up." I turn away from her, curling up into a ball further. "Y/N? What's wrong?" She asks.
"Nothing just tired. Just tell the boys I don't feel good. I need a Mama's day. So they can have a Mommy day. Take them out, get them ice cream. Do whatever you want." I grumble.
"Okay..." I close my eyes, letting myself drift back off just needed to see her again.
I don't know how much time has past when I'm being woken up, "Detka...come on wake up." My eyes blink into focus as I look at Wanda sitting above me and smile, forgetting my reality for a moment before my smile drops.
"What?" I ask.
"I dropped the boys off with their uncle for the weekend." I sit up straight,
"You did what!?" I screech.
"I left them with Pietro for the weekend. He was more than happy to have a boys weekend. Something about taking them to the lake?" Wanda mentions.
"He takes them every summer, usually it's a family thing and we all go." I tell Wanda.
"Well I figured you needed a Mommy and me weekend. I want to take you out. I want to get to know you. I already know my boys, but you. You're different, new, you aren't like Vision. You're human." She cups my cheek, smiling and I know it's a genuine smile. "I'm sure you've been feeling neglected and I wanted to try and do this sooner, but the boys were too excited to have me back." She says as I lean into her touch, Gods how I missed her touch. Though her fingers were no longer black her nails seemed to permanently stay black which made me laugh as I compared it to her emo phase which apparently this Wanda had one too.
"Thank you," I whisper, my voice catching in my throat. "For understanding."
She smiles, a warmth in her eyes that belies the weight of her own pain. "We're in this together. You don't have to carry the burden alone."
With her words echoing in my mind, I find the strength to push myself out of bed, to face the day with renewed determination. Wanda's offer of a Mommy and me weekend is a lifeline, a chance to rediscover myself amidst the chaos of grief and longing.
As we spend the day together, exploring the city and sharing stories of our pasts, I feel a sense of peace settle over me, a reassurance that maybe, just maybe, there's still hope for a future filled with love and laughter.
And as the sun sets on our day together, I realize that while Wanda may not be my Wanda, she's still a beacon of light in the darkness, a reminder that even in our darkest moments, there's always someone willing to stand by our side, to offer a hand to hold and a shoulder to lean on.
With her by my side, I know that no matter what the future may hold, I'll never have to face it alone. And as we head home, the weight of grief feels a little lighter, the shadows a little less daunting, as we embrace the possibility of a new beginning, together.
When we got back home, I pulled her to the couch, "Time to watch sitcoms." I tell her and her face lights up.
"Dick Van Dyke?" She asks.
"No Detka. I want to show you my favorite this time. It's a more modern one. It's an animated sitcom though is that okay?" I ask, realizing this Wanda maybe never experienced animated and only enjoyed live action ones.
"Of course dorogoya." Her accent popping out sent a wave through me that landed between my legs.
"O-okay good." I say and get 'Bob's Burgers' playing. As the show starts I settle in with a slight distance between us, but she pulls me in against her side.
"Is this okay dorogoya?" She asks looking down at me.
"Y-yeah...of course." I move slight, readjusting to get comfortable as we fit together like two missing puzzle pieces and I let out a sigh of relief, that feels like so much weight is taken off my shoulders.
As the episodes of "Bob's Burgers" played on, I found myself relaxing into Wanda's embrace, the tension that had been coiled tight within me slowly unraveling with each passing moment. Her warmth seeped into my bones, a comforting presence that chased away the lingering shadows of doubt and fear.
With her by my side, the laughter that bubbled up from the screen felt genuine, a reflection of the newfound camaraderie we shared. And as I stole glances at her profile, illuminated by the soft glow of the television, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the moment, the simplicity of just being together.
Her laughter mingled with mine, the sound music to my ears, a symphony of joy that filled the room with warmth and light. And as the credits rolled on the final episode, I turned to her, a smile playing at the corners of my lips.
"Thank you," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "For today. For everything."
She returned my smile, her eyes shimmering with affection. "Anytime. I'm here for you, always."
I sat there staring at her, getting lost in her eyes so much that I don't even realize that she's leaning in until she's inches from my lips, she stops and I can feel her breath on me, my own hitching,
"Is this okay dorogoya?" She whispers in a husk against my lips.
"Y-yes." I manage out as she kisses me softly at first, testing the waters, but soon enough she's kissing hungrily, like she's starving for my taste now that's she's had a nibble. My fingers find their way into her hair, getting tangled in her auburn locks. One of her hands is on the back of my neck and the other is on my hip, gripping tightly, I can feel her nails digging in.
The world falls away as our lips meet in a fiery embrace, a collision of passion and longing that ignites every nerve ending in my body. Her kiss is intoxicating, a whirlwind of desire and need that sweeps me away in a tide of sensation.
I lose myself in the taste of her, the feel of her lips moving against mine with a hunger that mirrors my own. Our breath mingles in the space between us, hot and heavy with unspoken desire, as the intensity of our embrace grows with each passing moment.
Her hands are everywhere at once, trailing fire along my skin as she pulls me closer, her touch igniting a wildfire of sensation within me. I cling to her desperately, losing myself in the dizzying whirl of pleasure that consumes us both.
Time loses all meaning as we surrender to the passion that binds us together, lost in a world of our own making where nothing else matters but the fiery connection that burns between us.
And as we finally break apart, breathless and trembling, I find myself drowning in the depths of her gaze, a silent promise of more to come lingering in the air between us.
In that moment, I know that this is just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with love, passion, and endless possibility. And as we cling to each other in the aftermath of our shared passion, I can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the unexpected twist of fate that brought us together.
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"Bed. Now." Her eyes lit up red for a moment. My Wanda had never been dominate, but this Wanda before me exuded dominance. I didn't waste any time getting up the stairs with her hot on my tail as we crashed into the bedroom, stumbling to the bed in a heat of kisses as she took the leading role.
The air crackled with electricity as we stumbled into the bedroom, our lips locked in a frenzy of passion and desire. Wanda's presence was intoxicating, her aura radiating power and dominance in a way I had never experienced before. And as she took the lead, pushing me onto the bed with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine, I felt myself surrendering to the raw intensity of the moment.
Her kisses were demanding, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing second. I moaned against her lips, my fingers tangling in her hair as I lost myself in the heat of the moment. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body as she explored every inch of my skin with a hunger that left me breathless.
With each caress, each whispered word of desire, I felt myself falling deeper under her spell, my body responding eagerly to her every touch. And as she claimed me as her own, I surrendered to the overwhelming tide of sensation, losing myself in the ecstasy of our shared passion.
In that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of pleasure and desire where nothing else mattered but the intoxicating connection that bound us together. And as we moved as one, bodies entwined in a symphony of passion, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with love, lust, and endless possibility.
The sensation of relinquishing control, of surrendering completely to someone else's will, was both exhilarating and liberating. As I basked in the warmth of Wanda's dominance, I found myself embracing a side of myself that I had long suppressed, a side that craved the thrill of submission and surrender.
With each touch, each whispered command, I felt myself sinking deeper into the abyss of pleasure, my mind consumed by a haze of ecstasy that left me breathless and yearning for more. And as Wanda took the lead, guiding me with a firm yet gentle hand, I found myself surrendering to the overwhelming tide of sensation, losing myself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and desire.
In her arms, I felt safe, cherished, and utterly alive, my body responding eagerly to her every touch and caress. And as we moved together in a symphony of passion and desire, I embraced the freedom that came with letting go, allowing myself to be swept away by the currents of our shared passion.
For in that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of blissful surrender where nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure of our connection. And as we surrendered to the ecstasy of our shared desire, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with exploration, discovery, and boundless pleasure.
"Ah...Wands..." A smack hit my thigh making me jolt and yelp.
"That's not my name Detka." I feel my stomach flip. I call her this all the time. I have for years now, but never in this setting. Another smack and then her teeth find my skin, biting and sucking harshly, marking me.
"Mommy!" I can feel the smirk against my thigh.
"Good girl. Go on. Show me how needy you are baby girl." Her fingers find themselves between my folds as I move my hips against them.
The sensation of her touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. I arched my back, pressing against her fingers as they explored the depths of my desire, teasing and tantalizing with a skill that left me trembling with need.
"Please," I whimpered, the word spilling from my lips in a desperate plea for more. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body as she pushed me to the brink of ecstasy.
With each caress, each stroke, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of our shared passion. And as she whispered words of encouragement, urging me to let go and surrender to the pleasure that awaited, I felt myself surrendering completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation.
In that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of blissful abandon where nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure of our connection. And as I succumbed to the ecstasy of our shared desire, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with passion, intensity, and boundless pleasure.
The sensation of Wanda's magic enveloping my wrists sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through me, a tangible reminder of her power and dominance. I tested the restraints, feeling the firm hold of her magic as it kept me securely in place, my heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and arousal.
"Safe word. Green, yellow, red. Green is keep going, yellow slow down, red is stop." Wanda husked.
"Green, yellow, red," I echoed, committing the safe words to memory as a reassurance of our mutual trust and consent. With each breath, each whispered command, I felt myself sinking deeper into the heady haze of pleasure, surrendering completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation.
As Wanda continued to explore my body with a skillful touch that left me trembling with need, I surrendered myself to the ecstasy of our shared desire, knowing that in her arms, I was safe, cherished, and utterly alive.
And as the intensity of our passion grew with each passing moment, I found myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our connection. In that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of blissful abandon where nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure of our shared desire.
I don't think there is a place she hasn't marked on me in some way and after hours of edging until I couldn't form sentences she finally let me release. A string of moans ripping through me as the most intense waves roll over me as I drown in them, covered in sweat and her marks.
As the waves of pleasure washed over me, leaving me trembling and spent, I basked in the afterglow of our shared passion, my body still tingling with the echoes of our ecstasy. But just when I thought the intensity had peaked, I felt something pressing against my entrance, a sensation that sent a jolt of anticipation coursing through me.
I gasped, my body instinctively tensing as Wanda's touch ignited a new wave of desire within me. Her fingers teased and tantalized, exploring the depths of my desire with a skill that left me breathless and eager for more.
With each gentle thrust, I felt myself opening up to her, surrendering completely to the overwhelming tide of sensation. The pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of ecstasy that echoed through every fiber of my being as I lost myself in the blissful abandon of our shared desire.
And as Wanda continued to guide me with a firm yet gentle hand, I surrendered myself to the pleasure of our connection, knowing that in her arms, I was safe, cherished, and utterly alive. In that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of blissful abandon where nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure of our shared desire.
Wanda soon enough needed more and so did I, "Faster...ha-ah...harder..." My breath hot against her, panting like a dog and that gave her the perfect opportunity to place her fingers in my mouth, gaging me with them, but I loved every second as I sucked on them, moaning against them as I tasted myself on them from earlier.
The sensation of Wanda's fingers in my mouth sent a thrill of arousal coursing through me, a heady mixture of pleasure and desire that left me panting and eager for more. With each thrust, each gasp of pleasure, I eagerly sucked on her fingers, tasting myself on them from earlier.
The taste was intoxicating, a symphony of desire that heightened the intensity of our connection as we moved together in perfect harmony. And as Wanda responded to my pleas with a fervor that mirrored my own, I surrendered myself to the pleasure of our shared desire, knowing that in her arms, I was safe, cherished, and utterly alive.
With each thrust, I felt myself teetering on the edge of oblivion, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of our passion. And as we reached the peak of ecstasy together, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey, a journey filled with passion, intensity, and boundless pleasure.
In that moment, there was only her, only us, lost in a world of blissful abandon where nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure of our shared desire. And as we surrendered ourselves to the ecstasy of our connection, I knew that this was just the beginning of our journey together, a journey filled with love, lust, and endless possibility.
As I slowly regained my senses, the cool towel on the back of my neck and Wanda's comforting presence helped anchor me in reality. Her magic gently caressed my mind, offering reassurance and care as I took in the aftermath of our intense encounter.
"Easy, Detka. You're okay," she murmured, and I found solace in the warmth of her embrace. I took the offered water bottle, sipping slowly as she continued to tend to my well-being. The realization that I had passed out from pleasure left me both surprised and amused.
"Never happened before," I admitted with a chuckle. "The other Wanda was more of a sub, so I was usually the one in control. Not that I didn't enjoy it, but being on the receiving end is a whole different experience."
Wanda's magic fetched a baggy shirt, and as I recognized it, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It was a shirt from a concert we attended when we were sixteen, a tangible link to our shared past.
"It's good to know not everything is different," I remarked, smiling as she kissed my temple.
In the warmth of our makeshift cocoon, surrounded by blankets and pillows, Wanda's magic weaving a protective barrier around us, we continued to watch 'Bob's Burgers.' However, my focus was no longer on the show; instead, I found myself captivated by the woman holding me close.
A sudden wave of fear and doubt crashed over me as I wondered if this intimate encounter was just a one-time gesture to alleviate my grief. The fear of being tossed aside after a momentary respite haunted my thoughts, threatening to overshadow the joy we had just shared.
Wanda, sensing my internal struggle, gently addressed my concerns. "Hey, woah, Detka. Those thoughts of yours are the farthest thing from the truth. Do not listen to them. I would never do that to my soulmate," she reassured me, her forehead finding mine in a tender gesture of connection.
"I love you, Y/N," she confessed, her words washing away my fears and opening the floodgates to a cascade of happy tears. "I love you, Wands! I didn't think I'd ever get to hear you say those words to me again," I admitted, clinging to her shirt as I sobbed into her.
Wanda's promises echoed in my heart, a vow to cherish and reaffirm our love every day. She kissed away my tears, each tender touch a testament to the depth of her commitment. "I promise I'm going to say it every chance I get. I'm never going to stop. I'm going to remind you every day how beautiful you are and how much I love you, and I promise I'm never going to leave. No missions. Nothing like that. I'll always be by your side," she declared, her own tears mingling with mine.
In that moment, as we drowned in each other's love, I knew that this second chance at happiness was a gift we would both cherish. And as Wanda whispered, "I love you," over and over, I felt the weight of my grief lifting, replaced by the warmth of a love that transcended time and space.
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In the midst of my peaceful dream, I found myself enveloped in a sense of tranquility unlike any I had experienced in well over a year. Waking up with a smile on my face I turn my head, looking over I gazed upon the sleeping form of Wanda, her features softened by the gentle embrace of slumber, I felt a rush of overwhelming love and affection welling up within me.
With a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips, I leaned in closer, pressing gentle kisses along the curve of her neck. Each tender touch elicited a soft moan from her lips, a melody of pleasure that echoed through the stillness of the night.
Lost in the intoxicating embrace of our shared intimacy, I continued to shower her with affection, reveling in the warmth of her presence and the depth of our connection. And as I whispered her name, a soft murmur of adoration, I knew that this moment, this fleeting glimpse of happiness, was a treasure to be cherished for all eternity.
As Wanda began to stir awake, her voice still heavy with sleep, I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her. Her words, though tinged with a hint of warning, only served to deepen the bond between us.
"You're playing a dangerous game, kotenok," she murmured, her voice laced with sleepiness.
"Shchenok," I corrected gently, a small smile playing on my lips.
Her eyes snapped open at the correction, surprise evident in her expression. "When did you learn that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
I shrugged, the memories of our shared past flooding back to me. "I was with her for like 20 years of our lives. I learned most Russian. Also Natasha, she..." My voice trailed off as Wanda's expression shifted, a wave of sadness washing over her.
"Oh my god, I forgot about Natasha. Is... is she alive here?" she asked, tears welling up in her eyes.
I nodded solemnly, feeling a pang of empathy for the pain she must be feeling. Crawling into her lap, I wrapped my arms around her, offering what comfort I could. "You really lost a lot there, dorogoya," I whispered, my voice soft with compassion. "But don't worry, everyone here is safe. We've apparently had it relatively easy here, it seems."
I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my heart overflowing with love and gratitude for this woman who had endured so much. "Now you have your loved ones back. You aren't alone anymore, and you won't ever be again. I promise."
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As the weekend unfolded, Wanda and I remained entwined in each other's arms, our connection deepening with each passing moment. When the boys returned home with their uncle Pietro, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and affection, a tangible sense of family that enveloped us all.
Pietro's hug was tight, filled with an unspoken understanding that transcended words. In his whispered question, "Did you guys finally connect?" I detected a mixture of curiosity and genuine concern.
With a small nod and a soft "Mmhmm," I confirmed what he already knew. This Wanda wasn't his real sister, just as she wasn't the Wanda I had known and loved for decades. But she was here, she was special, and in her embrace, I found a sense of solace and belonging that I had thought lost forever.
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As the following Friday arrived, Wanda and I made the decision to gather our friends and family together to share the details of our new lives. It was a momentous occasion, filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension as we prepared to unveil the truth about our extraordinary circumstances.
Gathering our loved ones in a familiar setting, we began to recount the events that had led us to this moment, explaining the complexities of our intertwined destinies and the newfound connections we had forged. With each word, we sought to convey the depth of our emotions, the challenges we had overcome, and the hope that now burned bright within our hearts.
As our gathering unfolded, the emotions in the room were palpable, each hug and embrace a testament to the depth of our shared experiences and the bonds that bound us together.
Wanda's first instinct was to embrace Natasha tightly, their bodies trembling with sobs as they clung to each other. For both of them, it was a moment of overwhelming relief and joy, the realization that they had been given a second chance to be reunited with someone they had feared lost forever.
Next was Clint, the stalwart friend and ally who had saved Wanda countless times in her timeline, offering comfort and support when she needed it most. As they embraced, the weight of their shared history hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the trials they had faced and the strength they had found in each other's presence.
In that moment, surrounded by friends and family who had become like kin, Wanda and I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the bonds that had been forged through adversity. And as we shared stories and memories, laughter mingling with tears, we knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, drawing strength from the love and support that surrounded us.
As our friends and family listened intently, their expressions shifting from surprise to understanding, we felt a sense of relief wash over us. To have our loved ones by our side, supporting us through this journey, was a gift beyond measure.
And as we concluded our explanation, surrounded by the warmth and love of those closest to us, we knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, united in our shared bond and unwavering commitment to one another.
As the night wore on and the festivities continued, Stephen pulled me aside, his expression grave with concern. "You know what she's done in her universe, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency.
I bristled at his question, feeling a surge of defensiveness rise within me. "Do not start this, Strange," I warned, jabbing a finger in his direction. "If I had gone through what she had, this universe wouldn't even exist. What she did, in my eyes, is child's play compared to the horrors she endured."
My words carried a weight of conviction, a steadfast belief in Wanda's resilience and the sacrifices she had made to protect those she loved. And as I met Stephen's gaze, I saw a flicker of understanding in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of Wanda's strength and the magnitude of her courage.
"She threw a tantrum essentially. Took over a town for a bit and then went on a killing spree to get here. I saw it through her eyes. I know if it had been me, you'd be lucky if America had still been standing," I asserted, a hint of steel in my voice as I tapped the power stone embedded in my chest.
The reminder of the immense power at my disposal served as both a warning and a declaration. Wanda's actions in her universe were a testament to the depths of her grief and the consequences of unchecked power. In contrast, I recognized the responsibility that came with wielding such force, a responsibility I vowed to use wisely to protect those I loved.
As the weight of our conversation lingered, Stephen nodded in acknowledgment, a silent understanding passing between us. The night continued, but the specter of the past and the potential for the future hung in the air, a reminder that even in moments of celebration, the shadows of our pasts were never truly far behind.
"I don't think you understand, my strength isn't superhuman, it's otherworldly. The precision it requires to ensure I don't break everything around me at any given moment is a delicate balance. With one punch, I wouldn't just put a crater in the earth, I'd break it in half," I emphasized, underscoring the magnitude of the power I possessed.
The distinction between superhuman strength and the cosmic force I wielded was crucial to grasp. While others might possess extraordinary abilities, mine was on a different scale altogether, capable of reshaping the very fabric of reality itself. It was a responsibility that weighed heavily on me, requiring a level of control and restraint beyond what most could comprehend.
As I spoke, I could sense the gravity of my words sinking in, the realization dawning on Stephen of the immense power at my command. It was a sobering reminder of the delicate balance between strength and responsibility, a balance that I vowed to uphold no matter the cost.
"I'm sorry, Y/N, I just wanted to remind you-" Stephen began, but I swiftly cut him off, my tone firm yet understanding. "Don't, Stephen. I know you're just trying to help. I don't need the reminder though," I assured him, acknowledging his concern while asserting my own understanding of the situation.
With a nod of acceptance, Stephen backed off, respecting my boundaries and allowing me to return to the comforting embrace of Wanda, who had been engaged in conversation with Natasha and Clint. As I settled back into her arms, the warmth of her presence enveloped me, a reassuring reminder of the love and support that surrounded me.
In that moment, surrounded by friends and family, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a quiet reassurance that no matter the challenges we faced, we would face them together, united in our shared bonds and unwavering commitment to one another.
As Wanda continued her conversation with Natasha and Clint, her fingers traced delicate patterns on my hip, their touch a gentle caress that spoke volumes of the journey she had undertaken. Once stained with blood, those same hands now exuded a tenderness and compassion that belied the darkness of the past.
Feeling the soothing rhythm of her touch, I couldn't help but marvel at the transformation Wanda had undergone, the evolution from a place of pain and turmoil to one of healing and redemption. It was a testament to her resilience and strength, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, it was possible to find light amidst the shadows.
In that moment, as her touch danced across my skin, I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the woman before me, for the love and forgiveness she had extended, and for the hope that now blossomed within our hearts. And as our conversation continued, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bond of love and understanding that had brought us to this moment.
As the room suddenly filled with the energetic presence of our children, along with Clint's youngest and Kate close behind, my boys bounded into mine and Wanda's arms with cries for help. "Moms! Save us from the monster!" they pleaded, their laughter filling the air.
I chuckled as I gathered them close, feeling their warmth and energy envelop me in a comforting embrace. Glancing over, I caught sight of Kate playfully tickling Nathaniel, the mischievous grin on her face confirming my suspicions.
With a smile, I joined Wanda in rescuing our boys from the clutches of the imaginary monster, enveloping them in hugs and laughter as we reveled in the joy of family and friendship. In that moment, surrounded by the ones we loved most, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the blessings that filled our lives, each smile and laugh a reminder of the happiness that awaited us in the days to come.
As the boys began to drift off to sleep in my arms, I couldn't help but smile at the sight. "I think it's time to go, my love," I murmured to Wanda, gesturing towards our sleeping sons. Despite their ten years, I scooped them up effortlessly, their weight feeling light in my arms.
A momentary look of surprise flickered across Wanda's face, her gaze lingering on me as she seemed to momentarily forget about my strength. At just 4'11, I was indeed petite for someone with such power, a fact that often caught others off guard.
With a soft chuckle, I gently adjusted the boys in my arms, their peaceful expressions a testament to the love and security they felt in our embrace. As we prepared to leave, I felt a surge of gratitude for the family we had become, bound together by love and the unbreakable bond of kinship. With Wanda by my side, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united in our shared love and determination to protect those we held dear.
As I glanced over at Wanda, watching the tender expression on her face as she looked upon our sleeping sons, my heart swelled with love and gratitude. The depth of emotion reflected in her eyes filled me with a sense of warmth and contentment, knowing that our family was complete and our bond unbreakable.
In that moment, as we stood together, surrounded by the quiet stillness of the night, I felt a profound sense of peace wash over me. The love that radiated between us and enveloped our children was a testament to the strength of our connection, a bond forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the trials we had faced together.
As we prepared to depart, I reached out to take Wanda's hand, intertwining our fingers in a silent gesture of unity and love. With a shared smile, we turned and made our way home, our hearts full and our spirits lifted by the knowledge that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, as a family.
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Wanda and I are on the couch when she asks, "Do you have photo albums of the boys?" I look at her, peeling my eyes from the TV as I pause it.
"Of course." I get up grabbing several albums of almost everything of their lives. "After we left the Avengers I took solace in capturing moments so we have a lot." I tell her as she starts through her pregnancy photos one of every month. Then the hospital photos of her giving birth. The look of pure happiness and bliss on both our faces as we held the boys. Both of us having skin to skin contact with them. As Wanda goes through the albums she starts crying.
"I missed out on so much because of my magic..." she whispered solemnly. "They went from babies, to 5, to 10 all because of words I said...Y/N...I missed everything." Knowing that Wanda had used her magic to create our boys in her universe and not anything like how we had here made her incredibly sad. I hate seeing her like this.
"How about I show you. Their first words, their first steps, everything." With a gentle touch, I leaned in closer to her, resting my forehead against hers as I offered her a silent gesture of comfort and solidarity. Feeling her fingers against my temples, I closed my eyes and allowed the memories to flow, every precious moment from the joyous announcement of her pregnancy to the bittersweet final days we shared together playing out before her.
As the memories unfolded like a vivid tapestry, I watched as Wanda's tears began to subside, replaced by a sense of wonder and awe. Through the magic of our shared recollections, she was able to witness the milestones she had missed, the laughter and love that had filled our home in her absence.
In that moment, as we shared in the memories of our past, I felt a renewed sense of hope blossom within me. Though Wanda may have missed out on so much, I was determined to make every moment from this point forward count, to cherish the time we had together and to create new memories that would fill the void left by the past.
With a gentle smile, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we basked in the warmth of our shared love. And as the echoes of our memories faded into the night, I knew that no matter what trials lay ahead, we would face them together, united in our unwavering commitment to one another and to our family.
As I looked into Wanda's eyes, feeling the weight of her sadness and longing, I knew that I had to do everything in my power to ease her pain and make up for the lost time. With a gentle touch, I cupped her cheek in my hand, my thumb brushing away the tears that lingered there.
"Everything with them feels too quick and also a lifetime," I whispered softly, my heart swelling with love and determination. "But now that you're here with us, you'll get to experience it all with me. Together."
In that moment, as we shared in our shared resolve to embrace the present and forge ahead as a family, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united in our love and commitment to one another.
With a tender smile, I leaned in to press a gentle kiss against Wanda's forehead, silently promising to cherish every moment we shared and to make up for the lost time in any way I could. Together, we would build a future filled with love, laughter, and endless memories, united in our bond as a family.
Once we put the albums away, shut the TV off for the night we headed upstairs. Stopping to look in at the boys sleeping peacefully before heading to our own room, getting ourselves ready for bed. As I climb in, stretching out, Wanda climbs on top of me. I bite my bottom lip, looking up at her. I can see the look she has. I wrap my arms around her neck, gently trying to pull her down. She doesn't budge.
"Did you want something, shchenok?" Between the look in her eyes, the sound of her voice, and her in just a tank top of sleep shorts I'm weak to her completely under her not just physically.
"Want you. Need you." I tell her trying again to pull and when she still doesn't budge. I pout and whine. "Wands...please.."
As Wanda's hands worked their magic, binding mine above my head with a delicate yet firm touch, I felt a rush of excitement and anticipation coursing through me. With each tug of her magic, I was rendered powerless, completely at her mercy as she explored my body with a hunger that ignited a fire within me.
"Behave and we'll see where it goes," she husked, her words sending shivers down my spine as she pushed up my shirt, her lips finding purchase on my chest with an intensity that left me breathless. The sensation of her teeth grazing my skin, her tongue tracing patterns across my flesh, sent waves of pleasure radiating through me, making me squirm and writhe beneath her touch.
As I felt myself slipping deeper into subspace, surrendering to the heady mix of pleasure and vulnerability, I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment, giving in completely to the sensations that engulfed me. With each kiss, each caress, I felt myself unraveling, consumed by the overwhelming desire that burned between us.
In that moment, as I surrendered myself to Wanda's tender ministrations, I felt a profound sense of connection and intimacy that transcended the physical realm. With her by my side, I knew that I was safe, cherished, and loved beyond measure, and as I surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, I knew that our bond would only grow stronger with each passing day.
Wanda plays with me and teases me for hours and I can't even remember how many times she's pushed me over the edge of ecstasy. As she brought me to another one as she slammed into me with a magic strap-on she'd conjured up, my mind already drowning in subspace, barely able to form words, but one slips out and then a few more,
"Mommy...gonna...ah-ha...ah..." After my words she sped up leaning down to whisper in my ear,
"That's right cum for Mommy like a good girl. Mommy's gonna cum with you. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby girl." As she whispered those final words in my ear, her voice a husky growl of lust and desire, I felt myself shattering into a million pieces, my entire being consumed by the ecstasy of release. With a cry of pure ecstasy, I let myself fall over the edge, my body trembling with the force of my climax as I surrendered myself entirely to the pleasure that engulfed me. Feeling her fill me up completely made my eyes roll back and the only word I could comprehend was, “Mommy.”
In that moment, as I basked in the afterglow of our shared ecstasy, I knew that I was exactly where I belonged, wrapped in the arms of the woman I loved more than anything in the world.
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Headcanons.
Annaleigh's not very big on video games, but she does have a gamecube tucked away in a box somewhere. It doesn't get much use, which is why she stored it in the box.
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Thinking of breakup angst with sukuna...
Thinking of the build up towards it, the way you have been fighting over the littlest things for months now
It leads you to think about how self centered he can be, how you always feel like you loved him more than he loved you and how crushing it felt to have that realisation fall upon you every time
He can be so career focused sometimes, with the long business trips, work parties, etc. always working vehemently to get higher, threatening to leave you behind
And one particular night, the argument gets so heated that you dont get a wink of sleep afterwards, only staring blankly at nothing as you try to calm the chaos in your head. Sukuna heads out without a word the next morning, and you make the final decision in your head, alone, by yourself.
By the time sukuna comes back home with the intent of reconciliation, he finds that youre packing the remainder of your belongings into a suitcase in the bedroom, ready to move out of his home.
"what the fuck is all this?" he asks, his tone coming out harsher than he means it to be.
"what do you think? i'm breaking up with you. i'm moving out," you can barely stop your voice from wavering. you've cried too much this week.
"oh, come on. you know you don't mean that," he reaches out to grab your arm, but you withdraw away from his hand so fiercely that it even surprises him.
"don't you talk to me like that," you speak firmly, "like i'm being dramatic. why won't you ever treat me seriously? i am leaving, sukuna."
you continue your work, neatly folding up some of your shirts. you're already almost finished. he looks around, and the house looks half empty.
oh. you really mean it. you're really trying to leave.
"no, you're not. you're not leaving. not after everything we've been through together," he tells you defensively, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from folding your last shirt, trying to get you to look at him again.
"like what? constantly yelling at each other until our throats are sore? i'm really sick of it. and i'm sure you are, too."
"don't put words in my mouth. i may have gotten sick of our fighting, but i've never gotten sick of you," sukuna hisses, refusing to let you continue packing your things. you feel yourself getting swayed by his words.
"well, i am. i've gotten sick of you," you say quietly through gritted teeth.
"oh yeah? say it to me properly then. look at me dead in the eyes," he demands, voice getting lower.
"you heard me. i don't need to say it again." you pull away from his grip and try to get this last shirt folded. he grabs you again, by the hand this time, and the piece of clothing unravels once more.
"no, i didn't hear shit. convince me that you really want to leave me - and i'll let you go."
in a fit of anger, you turn to face him completely, but your resolve crumbles away when you see his expression. not the one you'd assigned to him in your own mind, but his true features, under the bright bedroom lights.
he looks serious. he looks concerned. he's asking you to tell him it's not true. tell him that you want to stay.
"...let me go. i'm leaving..." you say, voice finally breaking. like a broken faucet, your eyes begin leaking tears relentlessly and your throat closes up in that painful way that you hate, but nothing compares to the pain in your heart at the thought of really breaking up with this man here and now.
he lets you go...
and calmly takes your things out of the suitcase to put them back. you didn't miss the relief in his eyes that showed up for that split second.
"bring it back! i hate you," you attempt to raise your voice, but really, it's only just your ego speaking.
"you can't even say that you hate me in the correct tone. we're not breaking up," he mutters, hanging up your coats and putting them into the closet.
having been defeated, your legs give way and you sit down on the side of the bed, sobbing.
through the blur of your tears, you watch as he meticulously goes through your suitcase, putting everything where they belong. and you sob harder. he knows too much. he arranges your creams, perfumes and accessories in the perfect order on the dresser. he spends a good fifteen minutes, putting all of your belongings back where they should be.
and by the time he gets back to you, he's like a different man. the mattress dips from his weight as he sits next to you, bringing a box of tissues with him to wipe your tears away.
"we can talk tomorrow since we're both tired today," sukuna tells you as he dabs your eyes with the tissue, "i'll take the day off."
you just sit still without responding. now that he mentioned it, the fatigue seems to fall upon you suddenly, like a brick. he coaxes you under the sheets.
soon, you find yourself in bed, in his arms. it's been a while since the two of you had cuddled so intimately. you feel oddly shy, the same way you did all those years ago when you first started dating him. there's a special kind of warmth that sukuna's body emits - and you're surrounded by it under these blankets.
"i'll try to do better... so don't go anywhere," he speaks with a softer tone.
because, it's true, he can't imagine living a life without you.
those are the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep.
the next morning, he's still in bed with you, and you're pleased to see he kept his word about taking the day off. checking the mirror, you're horrified and embarrassed about your swollen eyes from all the crying last night.
sukuna takes a look at you and chuckles without ill intent. but in your flustered state, you slap his arm until he's saying "my bad, my bad" in between laughs.
there's still some awkward tension between you and him, but going through breakfast together seems to melt some of that away, until you're ready to bring up yesterday's event.
it goes better than you'd expected, and after the discussion, the only thing that's left is to wait and see whether things will change for the better or not. whether his promises are empty or not.
"i didn't realise that you were so lonely. 'm sorry," he apologises as he plays with your hand, "i may work a lot, but you're always on my mind, doll."
it's like a huge weight off your shoulders.
and he begins to be more like his playful self again, after the talk.
"i'll need you to tell me that you love me today. since you told me you hated me yesterday," sukuna says with a smirk, hugging you from behind.
"well, you need to earn it," you shoot back, rolling your eyes.
"alright. will you say it back if i say it first?"
"sure."
"i love you."
"..."
"now that's not fair, is it?" he tickles you without mercy.
you burst out in laughter, thrashing around uncontrollably, trying to push him away.
"okay, okay! i love you!" you tell him in between breaths.
seemingly satisfied, he lets you go and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. he'll never let you go.
the following day after work, sukuna comes home earlier than usual, and he doesn't wear a grumpy expression in front of you. he greets you with a hug and kiss. it's a small gesture, but it makes you happy.
and slowly, the relationship begins to rekindle itself.
#crazyy how everything changes overnightt hahaha#blame it on the power of communication#my sensitive ass cant handle breakups or prolonged conflict so i had to make it cheesy at the end sorryy#maybe one day i'll be able to post proper heartbreak haha#sukuna#sukuna x reader#ryomen sukuna x reader#soft sukuna#jjk x reader#sukuna x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑻𝑯𝑬 80𝑺 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.
❛ i want to know what love is, i want you to show me. ❜
❛ don't stop believin', holding on to that feeling. ❜
❛ if you fall, i will catch you. ❜
❛ and we can build this dream together, standing strong forever, nothing's gonna stop us now. ❜
❛ i'll stop the world and melt with you. ❜
❛ some will win, some will lose. ❜
❛ hold me now, it's hard for me to say i'm sorry. i just want you to stay. ❜
❛ i'm sorry, but i'm just thinking of the right words to say. ❜
❛ every time you go away, you take a piece of me with you. ❜
❛ cause i'm your lady and you are my man. ❜
❛ hello, is it me you're looking for? ❜
❛ how can i just let you walk away, just let you leave without a trace? ❜
❛ don't go for second best. ❜
❛ don't forget me when i'm gone. ❜
❛ you're the best around, nothing's ever gonna keep you down. ❜
❛ oh, can't you see, you belong to me? ❜
❛ you're the meaning in my life, you're the inspiration. ❜
❛ life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone. ❜
❛ is there something i should know? ❜
❛ once upon a time, i was falling in love. now i'm only falling apart. ❜
❛ i've got the brains, you've got the looks. ❜
❛ welcome to your life, there's no turning back. ❜
❛ i'll be there for you, these five words i swear to you. ❜
❛ i want to break free from your lies. ❜
❛ i'll be gone in a day or two. ❜
❛ i should've walked away. ❜
❛ no matter what your friends might say, we'll find a way. ❜
❛ it's such a shame our friendship had to end. ❜
❛ this is the time to remember, 'cause it will not last forever. ❜
❛ close your eyes, give me your hand, darling. ❜
❛ it's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark. ❜
❛ it doesn't matter who's wrong or right. ❜
❛ who needs a heart when a heart can be broken? ❜
❛ you live for the fight when that's all that you've got. ❜
❛ don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past, you must fight just to keep them alive. ❜
❛ do i stand in your way or am i the best thing you've had? ❜
❛ i wanna dance with somebody, i wanna feel the heat with somebody. ❜
❛ do you wanna feel how it feels? ❜
❛ i don't know where you're going and i don't know why, but listen to your heart. ❜
❛ love's the only thing that keeps me here, you're the reason that i'm hanging on. ❜
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BELONG TO YOU - one
pairing; ellie williams x fem!reader
summary; you're new on campus and ellie notices you. despite your shyness and struggles of being anti social, you can't help but fall in love with her.
warnings and tags; modern!au, college!au, dealer!ellie, reader is shy, anxiety, depression, fluff, angst, eventual smut, touch starvation, ellie has a dick in this, reader is also pretty innocent, might make a kink out of it, drug abuse, obsessiveness, love at first sight kinda thing
author's note; i folded. im finally writing for my lovely ellie and feel like this is the worst thing i have ever written lmao. i was going to write all of this in like a very long one chapter thing but i literally can't so here's what u get. not even sure if i wanna continue this but if u guys like it i might. thanks for reading, pls tell me what u think of it <3
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You feel lost.
You’re new to this place, new to this city, new to these people. You never expected to get away from your past, awful life and you’re still not sure if you have. Because you look around and observe the people at campus, see everyone with their friend groups or romantic partners and feel so utterly alone. You always have been, always too shy to talk to someone and too awkward to hold a conversation… or a friendship. Not that anyone ever thought you were worth being friends with.
It’s always been suffocating, this loneliness, this darkness that overtakes your mind when it’s quiet and you’re alone. You get that feeling when you sit under a tree in the park on campus and watch and observe the people around you. It’s not like you’re being ignored, you would have to be acknowledged first to be ignored. But people walking past you and not giving a single fuck about your existence is somewhat hurtful. One guy even stepped on your book earlier and didn’t even apologize to you. It was closed, thankfully, but it made you keep your things closer to you, making your little bubble smaller than it already is. You take a deep breath and look away from the crowded park and back down on your notes, distracting yourself from your self deprecating thoughts.
The moment that you look down, she looks up. Ellie’s gaze only wanders over you for a split second and she was going to let her gaze go over the park and the many people that she knows and sells to. But her brain works a second later than her eyes do so she looks back to the lone figure sitting under the tree, hair spilling down as your eyes sharply go over the notebook in your hands. Ellie is mesmerized for some reason, unable to look away from you and your pretty face and your legs enveloped in bright blue jeans and your fingers tracing the words on your book and your breasts pushing up as you breath-
“Earth to Ellie? Hello? You having a stroke or something?” Her eyes break away forcefully from you to look at her friend, Dina, who is looking at her with a questioning but amused glint in her eyes. Her mouth is working faster than her brain so the question doesn’t fully register until she says it.
“Do you know who that is? The girl under the tree? Never seen her before.” Dina’s eyebrows raise at the question and she turns around to look at where Ellie’s eyes have strayed to once more. She watches you take out your pen from your bag and scribble something down on your notebook, your lips puckering as you’re writing. It’s as if you don’t realize how pretty your lips look like this, how Ellie has to restrain her mind from thinking of something totally inappropriate. She doesn’t even know you, not even your name but the way you sit there all alone and almost helplessly lonely makes something in her stir. You shouldn’t be alone when she knows how many disgusting boys are at this college, even if it’s at a park with so many people out on a sunny day.
“Yeah, she’s new, moved into the empty room at the end of our hall. Pretty sure she’s next to your room.” Dina has turned her head back around and can’t hide the little smirk that forms on her face when she sees Ellie staring. She takes another second to let her eyes linger on you, on how gorgeous you look when the sun shines down on you before she stands up. She walks towards you with confidence and determination, not even entirely sure why. You just look so pretty to her, the way you sit there and study whilst everyone else is doing anything but studying. Something in her gut and in her chest stirs when she sees you sitting alone and looking seemingly sad. She doesn't think that anyone else notices but she sees that you look a little helpless, like a lost puppy not knowing where to go.
For some reason, she wants you to go to her.
You don’t realize that someone stands in front of you until a shadow is cast over you and your book, making it difficult to see your notes. When you look up, you see a tall girl in a crew neck shirt and an unbuttoned denim work shirt over it. She’s wearing faded blue jeans and blue converse, her brown, shoulder length hair partially tied to keep it out of her face. Her eyes are pale green and piercing as she looks down on you, the gaze in her eyes so intense but looking at you with all the ease in the world. Your heart races at this, so unused to someone looking at you or approaching you. You grip your book tightly to keep yourself from getting up and running away and hope she says something before you have to.
“Hi. Mind if I sit next to you?” Her voice sounds clear as she speaks, no hesitation or doubt in the way she speaks and even stands in front of you. You’re taken aback by her question and desperately suppress the urge to ask why she wants to be next to you. You don’t know her, only remember that she lives in the room next to yours and that there’s always people coming and going out of her room. You’ve seen her recieve money at her door sometimes in exchange for… god knows what she is giving other people, you wouldn’t know. You nod slowly and try not to look overly confused at her as she sits down right next to you, the body heat she radiates so close to you that it almost throws you off. You don’t know the last time someone sat this close to you and don’t want to think further about the feeling you often feel when you watch other people hug or kiss each other or hold hands. Touch starving, that’s what the internet called it when you googled it. You know that it’s true because you do not remember the last time you hugged someone or felt physical touch in any form. You feel so embarrassed when you accidentally brush against someone in the hallways because most of the time, your body craves more of that touch.
You are unsure of what to do now with someone sitting next to you, your breath held in carefully as if the world would shatter if you breathed out. Why is she sitting next to you? Did you do something wrong? You stare down at the book in your lap but can’t really think when there’s someone, a very pretty girl actually, sitting right next to you. There’s a slight breeze that hits you from the side and it carries the girl's scent with it, earthy and lemony from something that you can’t place. You like the smell, it suits her. You turn your head slightly and see that she’s been looking at you this entire time, the gaze in her eyes studying you and a small smile formed on her lips. God, she’s so gorgeous, it truly takes your breath away. She proceeds to hold a hand out to you and you look down to it before looking back up.
“I’m Ellie.” She says and and you smile slightly at how sweet she seems, introducing herself to a complete stranger. You briefly wonder how lonely you must have looked for Ellie to approach you and try not to think about it for too long. You tell her your name, your voice a little too shaky and too unsure, as if you just came up with your own name. You put your hand into hers and dig your finger into your palm on your other hand because this much body contact is not something you are used to. Your hand is smaller than hers and it looks tiny in her bigger, warmer hand. You almost don’t want to let go because her warmth and touch make something stir in your gut, something comforting and wholesome that you don’t know if you’ve ever felt before. It takes a lot of willpower for you to break your hand away from hers, willing to let it stay in hers for as long as she would let you but you shouldn’t scare her off right away.
“So, you’re pretty new here. What’s your major?” Ellie is captivated by the girl in front of her. You are even prettier up close and Ellie has a hard time not looking at your lips constantly or your tiny hand that fits into hers twice over. You look confused and helpless, even if you try to hide it and it makes Ellie’s heart hurt a little. Why do you seem so scared of even talking to anyone? And why is Ellie so interested in you? She doesn’t know why she even came over here but the moment she saw you, every nerve in her brain only had one goal: to talk to you. You look at her with an unreadable look in our eyes and nervously brush your hair behind your ear.
“Uhm, M-marine Biology.” You feel heat rise to your cheeks at your stutter and hope she doesn’t notice it. She seems perceptive enough that she probably does but also tactful enough to not comment on it. Her eyebrows raise a little at your answer and you hope she doesn’t think it’s lame. You don’t know why you don’t want her to think you’re lame.
“Marine biology… That’s pretty cool.” Your heart does a little flip at the way she draws her words out and you can hear a slight accent in her voice. It sounds southern but it’s not that noticeable. “So, you like fish?”
The question is so silly that it takes you aback and you do something that you never do in front of other people; you giggle. You hope it doesn’t sound stupid to her because it certainly does to you and you quickly bite your lip to stop yourself. You look at her again and now have a small smile on your lips that seems to make her smile in return. She’s so incredibly attractive, the way she sits with her knees drawn up and her hair tied back and her eyes looking at you in a certain way that you can’t describe.
“Yeah, I guess I do. What’s your major?” You mentally give yourself a pat on the back for your progress on socializing but talking to someone like this is still unknown territory for you. You’re still incredibly nervous next to her and hope you don’t say something stupid.
“Fine arts. Was always interested in it, I draw a lot and I guess I’m pretty good at it… or something.” The way Ellie bashfully scratches the back of her head and blushes at the last part makes your chest feel warm, for whatever reason. She seems like an artistic kind of person, the tattoos on her arms catching your attention and wondering if she drew them herself. She must be talented, you think to yourself. How couldn’t she be with hands like hers.
You are distracted by the sound of her name being called and look towards a girl with dark hair and sharp, memorable features. She’s pretty, very pretty and looks at Ellie impatiently. You wonder if that’s her girlfriend, certain of Ellie being gay with the way she carries herself and… sits. And wears converse. Your heart hurts at that thought and you feel incredibly stupid for it. Ellie sighs next to you and gets up, looking back down at you with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, I promised my friend Dina to drive her downtown. But… Maybe you would like to see my drawings? Or just, hang out. We’re neighbors after all.” You can’t pretend that hearing her call the girl her friend doesn’t make you relieved and the small smile is on your face again as you feel better at the revelation. You don’t know if you should let news like this affect you the way they do but how could you not cling onto every detail when someone talks to you like a friend… for maybe the first time since you were a child. You nod as you stare and memorize her face, her pretty freckles captivating you.
“Yeah, I would like that.” Your voice is soft as you speak and you play with your fingers to distract yourself, swallowing as you see the way she stares down at you. Her hand reaches towards you and gently, so softly, she brushes a strand of hair behind your ear. Her finger brushes over your cheek so delicately that your stomach twists at the touch and you genuinely don’t know how to keep yourself sane. Your lashes flutter softly at her touch but your eyes remain locked on hers, desperate to hear her say something else or let her touch your however she wants to.
“I’ll see you then.” Ellie pulls her finger away gently and turns around, walking towards her friend. You watch as Ellie moves further and further away from your point of view until she is not even visible but you have barely come back to your senses by then. You exhale the breath you held in and softly close your eyes, touching the cheek that she had touched so softly. The moment keeps replaying in your mind, her intense gaze not faltering for once as she looks down at you like she can do whatever she wants, like… like she owns you.
You’re embarrassed by how much you like that thought. All your life, you have been alone, your family estranged and abusive, no friends to keep you sane, your mentality and shyness not allowing you to make friends. And here comes this girl, this gorgeous, pretty, intimidating girl that just sits next to you and touches you like she’s never done anything different. She seems like the kind of person that makes you feel safe, that protects you and takes care of you. The kind of person that you belong to.
She’s a stranger. You barely know her and yet, you can’t help your thoughts. You want to belong to her.
#the last of us#ellie williams#the last of us imagine#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams fluff#ellie x reader#ellie tlou#ellie imagine#belong to you#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x y/n#ellie williams fanfiction#dealer!ellie
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The demon that watches me at night
Characters: Mammon x gn!reader
⚠️Warnings: no warnings, just fluff. MC uses glasses. The events in this text happen during OG.
Summary: After you fall asleep, Mammon visits you in your bedroom and does/says some adorable things you will never know about.
✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️💖💛✨️
You snore quietly, your breath is heavy, and your facial expression is peaceful. It's after midnight, and only the dim light right next to your bed allows anyone to see the mess of books on the floor. You had been studying way too hard for the upcoming Devildom history test until you struggled to keep your eyelids open, and you fell fast asleep.
Mammon, who sneaks out of his room and tiptoes his way to yours all the time, is finally able to open your door. You had to use a locking spell so the cute trickster couldn't break into your bedroom and distract you from your activities.
Mammon whispers —Hey! MC! Ya awake?—. No response. His heart drops: he wishes you were awake to tell you all about his newest scam project to make himself rich in no time. —I guess I'll have to tell ya tomorrow—, he whispers again as he lets himself in.
Then, he sits on the edge of your bed and watches you earnestly as almost every night, whether you're slumbering or awake. However, only when you're sound asleep can he take the moment to really observe you: a book in your chest moving up and down as you breath deeply, your reading glasses on, your hair messy, and no bed-covering over you.
It's especially at moments like this one that you look absolutely gorgeous to him, and he can't tell why. He doesn't understand that it's because seeing you as your true self in everyday-life situations makes you so human, so vulnerable, and so intricately special: you're a person, a flawed but virtuous being. And he absolutely adores all of you, even if he can't bring himself to admit it yet; don't worry, eventually, he will.
—What a pain— he says, trying to convince himself otherwise —The Great Mammon has to take care of ya even if ya're sleeping—. Slowly and delicately, Mammon takes your book from your chest, quietly unfolds your blanket and places it on top of you, and then gently removes your glasses and puts them on your nightstand —What would ya do without me...—, he sighs.
But the intimacy of your placid sleep and the fact that he's alone with your unconscious self brings his honesty to the surface.
So he pauses again and watches you one more time, —No, what would I do without ya?—, he admits, —I love ya, ya're my treasure—. His love confession unheard, lost in the darkness of your room, the Devildom moon rays filtering through your bedroom window as the only witnesses of his realest feelings.
He'll leave before dawn and act for the rest of the day as if he didn't spill his love out some hours before.
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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].
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College Student Yan + Slasher Neighbor Reader blurb brainrot- [NSFW here]
[Legal age gap - no age mentioned, lightly suggestive]
A student dreads the new year - stuck yet another year with bullies who've tormented them since adoselnce and zero outliet for their pain. They thought college would be different - a fresh new start, but their parents outright refused to let them move away for school or switch counties as the school chosen was most convenient to them. Sometimes they questioned their parents' love as they often forgot the most simplest things - such as falling to give them a new key when the locks were changed the night prior. Exhausted from another of hell, all they wanted was to drag their broken spirit and body into bed so they could sleep the agony away. Against the warnings of everyone in the area, they walked over to their neighbor's house to see if they could hop their fence. A scarred individual a few years their senior - and the kindest eyes they'd ever seen.
"Nah..... My fence is a little too high for that. You'd just end up hurting yourself more. Come in - it's going to rain soon."
Begrudgingly, they take your offer. The streetwide gossip of your home being a slaughter pen was quickly proven falls as you guided them to a comfortable couch and something to drink. There was still a chance it couldve been posioned, but at this rate they couldn't care less. They were almost disappointed to find a regular punch in their glass when you returned. You never really existed to them before then. You kept your words few and eyes on the rain, but as soon as you asked about their days - the floodgates came crashing down. Dumping as much as they did that day on anyone else would've gotten them in hot water, but all you met their rants with was an affirming nod and a pat on the back once they had cooled down.
"Can't say I was in the exact same boat as you, but I know what it's like to be alone. I don't have the right to tell you to cheer up, but I'm sure things will get better."
You don't know at all what it's like....They leave their bag under your coffee table so tomorrow they have to retrieve it - and their phone the next day. Your house became a home away from home, and you their only friend. You attempt to usher them towards people closer to their ages, but relent in giving them a key to your house for when they needed a place to unwind and you weren't there. They began to have trouble sleeping in their own bed when they couldn't tangle themselves in you blankets while you were away- eventually realizing that behind the curtains they pinned shut was the door to your bedroom window. The only time they could rest was when you came back home- mistaking the blots on your clothes for their fading consciousness.
They spent weeks studying your body from your closet and searching through your belongings to find what they could, but they never learned more than what you revealed. It wasn't fair that you knew their story, but they knew so little about you. They wanted to be your support as much as you were theirs. They hated when you called them kid or said they reminded you of yourself when you were younger - when you weren't more than a decade apart. Why wouldn't you just depend them more-
"I killed someone."
"Back in high-school, some guys who used to tease me thought breaking into my house would be a good prank.... they didn't know I kept a knife under my pillow. It was ruled a as self defense... I'm not telling you to forgive your bullies. I won't tell you to tolerate them either. Please, just don't turn out like me. You're a good kid."
Deep down they always knew....how alike you really were. It was the first time you smiled at them. The first time you cried. For you- they would do anything.
It was around this time their bullies turned a new leaf. In another life they would've rejected their tormentors offers of peace, but for you - they agreed. They hated every second of it. Party life was too hectic and they couldn't handle a drop of the alcohol they were forced to consume. You picked them up from the sight of the road more nights than they could regrettably remember; paying no mind to their drunk pleas for you to stay
!They saw many things at these gatherings. Younger lovers locked in heated passion, the beginnings of drunken night stands. They wondered if you had done such things. They couldn't imagine so consider your past - heart strings tied in twisted glee. Would you both each other's first? How much had you given up with your youth stripped away? You always talk about making sure they don't waste their twenties away but what about you? You weren't that much older than them and could still enjoy everything they were experiencing - and they'd be sure that you would.
Their "friends" introduced them to some pastimes they could do with you, but most - weren't. They stole and defaced public property, using their new member as a lookout. They honestly didn't care much about the crimes other than they took away from time they could've spent with you.... but there was something familiar about this building.
"Run!"
The group runs down the hall in a state of panic and fear; screaming, shirts coveted in blood. The leader staggers behind - a gash through one of those eyes that used to glare at them with such hatred and disgusting, twin wide with the adrenaline coursing through its veins. A shadow creeps from behind, stalking past the bully as they trip over their own feet and towards them. It's too dark, they can't see its face, but that knife.... those eyes....
"shhhhh"
A sharp blade runs the length of their cheek, flesh split on its jagged curve. The cut is deep, bleeding profusely - but the figure lowers its blade once the deed is done. It returns to their bully's side, dragging the whimpering shell away never to be seen alive again. They cup their cheek as the light of dawn bleeds through the windows. It likely needed stitches, but it wasn't enough. Bracing for impact - they face the wall and aim their skull for the solid concrete.
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Their first night out of the hospital and they already have to prepare for school the next day. It isn't all bad, considering you were there to pick them up with their parents out of town. With the investigation still going on at your office, you swore to spend your remaining days with them to celebrate their speedy recovery. Their eyes drift off you momentarily to glance down at your cupholder.
"Hey, Y/n? Mind if I use your knife to cut off my wristband?"
"....Nah...."
They grab your pocket knife - heart hammering in their chest at the flare of pain in their chest from its recognizable edge.
#yandere oc#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere x you#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#yandere blurb#yandere drabble#tw yandere
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Headcanons && Christmas.
Every year for Christmas as a child, Annaleigh and her mom used to bake chocolate chip cookies together on Christmas Eve. They would leave the cookies out for Santa Clause overnight, along with a glass of milk and a few long carrots for the reindeer.
That night her mom would let her open one gift early. Then, they'd watch a christmas movie together : usually Mickey's Christmas Carol, the classic Grinch cartoon, or Home Alone. And before she went to sleep, her mom would read Twas The Night Before Christmas to her. After this they would both go to bed.
After her mom's passing, Annaleigh didn't get to do any of these Christmas Eve traditions anymore. Every year the home she was placed in was different and she didn't always get gifts on the holidays. Unless, her foster parents were being generous or someone donated gifts to the orphans.
After Tommy's birth, Annaleigh decided to continue on her own family traditions with him. The boy always loved every minute of it, despite his mom's terrible baking skills.
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✧ : *🦢 you’re joking,right? ･ﾟ:*
synopsis ───◌ in which the blue lock guys come crawling back years later,
characters ┈┈◌ itoshi rin ♡ michael kaiser
cw ──♡⃝ cursing, rin shows up unexpectedly at reader’s apartment. kaiser + ness’ weird relationship, kaiser clearing a fucking restaurant, kaiser.
𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐑𝐢𝐧
“Rin…”
He’s grown… He looks good.
You wanted to shake your head. No, you can't think like that, no, not anymore.
It’s been months, years since you’ve last seen the younger itoshi. And for good reason too.
“You shouldn’t be here…” You scanned the hallway making sure none of your neighbors were out and about to catch a glimpse of the itoshi rin, international football star and heartthrob.
“And why is that?” You could see the ever-growing frown on his face, which wasn't unusual for the stoic man. Walking around with a swagger that just radiated cockiness. That lets people know he thought he was better than them. If his aura didn't give that away then his icy glare would. Once subjected to his glare you would pick yourself apart, piece by piece as you wonder what you did wrong to deserve such a harsh glare.
It was his wall, as you liked to call it.
“Because” You stressed “You have no reason to be here at my apartment. Especially this late at night” Who were you kidding it was only 9:46 pm. People were out dilly-dallying by this time, entering bars and coming back from dinner. Hell, you had just finished your own when you heard a knock at the door.
He narrowed his teal eyes, “You’re wrong” Of course he’d start with that, you scoffed “I do have a reason to be here.”
“Oh yeah? Why is that” You let out an amused chuckle, elbow above your head as you draped yourself across your doorway.
Rin flicked his eyes inside, silently telling you this wasn't a public hallway conversation and that he'd rather be in the comfort of a home. You almost let him inside, keyword almost. But you knew the moment you let him, in he’d never come out.
He was trying to cross the line he drew.
He sighed, “Can we talk inside-“
“No, I quite like it out here”
His eyebrow twitched “Y/N you're being difficult-“
“I'm not being anything, you’re the one being daft.” You straightened out, reaching for the inside knob, and unlocking it before you closed the door. “What in god’s right mind makes you think I want to talk, let alone even look at you after the shit you put me through”
“I’d rather we had this discussion inside-“
“No.” You stamped out. “You don’t get to come to my apartment- my life and tell me what to do. You no longer have that right Itoshi”
You could see him anger at that name. You knew he hated being called by his last name, especially by you. He hated it so much that he begrudgingly (which was a lie by his red-tinted cheeks and small, loopy smile) permission to call him that horrible drunken nickname- ‘Rinnie’
“That’s why I’m here, to apologize-“
“For what? Publicly humiliating me at a cafe? Breaking up with me over text? Oh oh oh, or was it when you told me I was a 'Luke-warm cockroach who has nothing better to do than suck up to those in power because of my own insecurities?'. Almost got that tattooed ya know, just so I remember 'where I belong” You were angry.
“Yes.”
This man-
“Ha, what’re you on? Some 12 step program?”
“Stop being so petty y/n-“
“Petty? Petty! You ha-“
“Just let me talk y/n!” Rin seethed, each syllable laced with control and authority that your mouth just shut naturally on your own. Whatever you were about to say broke at the tip of your tongue.
“I’m here to take you back”
“You’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned
“I’m not” he took a step closer “I’ve reached where I want to be in life, I have my team, international fame, and all that kind of useless shit. And there’s only one thing I’m missing”
You rolled your eyes “a piece of meat to dangle off your arm”
“You”
You were growing tired of this.
“If you wanted me you shouldn’t have pushed me away”
Still facing the football player, you yanked back the door falling through the door frame. Rin’s eyes widened for just a moment as your eyes flickered to his hand which flinched in your direction. But by the time he reached you, he was met with the cold, hardwood of your front door.
“I won’t give up on you y/n. You know I’m a selfish man and I always get what I want
You snorted “drama queen” you muttered, walking away towards your couch, oblivious to the flowers he left on your doorstep.
Though the foreign ladies next door weren’t.
𝑲𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍
“ You haven’t changed a bit”
You froze, hands freezing mid-wipe as you straightened up, eyes locking onto the passing pedestrians.
“Bold as ever aren’t you” you muttered, adding something about him having 'the nerve'. Turning heel, you made eye contact with the black swinging door that led to the kitchen, aka, your savior from a particularly annoying diner.
“Fate favors the bold” you could hear the smirk in his voice as one pair of footsteps turned to two. Great, you sighed internally. You had a fan, which was quite ironic.
“You're wrong by the way" You took a deep breath in, collecting your nerves into your hands before bundling them into a ball and throwing them out of the restraint. "I have changed” you stopped walking, turning to look at the smirking German.
“Oh? And how is that?” He mused as he leaned in towards you.
“Because unlike before, I won’t listen to whatever bullshit you're about to spew” and you're off again. Darting towards the kitchen before he could have time to even breathe.
Ha. That’s funny y/n, that’s really funny.
“Aww that’s too bad” he sighed, applying pressure to your shoulder. His grip shifted as he stalked around you, now face to face (face to chest?) before he leaned down, inches close to your face “Because I was really hoping you would”
“Well I won't” you huffed trying to shimmy out of his iron grip, but to avail. You were stuck like a fly in a glue trap. Because no matter how much you moved and twitched. His grip, nor his smirk, faltered.
“Come, have a seat, a coffee even- hope you still like it the way you take it” pushing you towards the booth you were just cleaning that magically had two steaming mugs, you just let it happen. Yes, his hands were to himself, but you were trapped nonetheless.
Ugh.
“Kaiser I’m on the clock! Not all of us are world-famous footballers who won’t ever have to work in a day in their life” you sat down, and yes, Kaiser sat down next to you. For what reason? You’ll never know.
“Then you’ll like what I’m about to say” he purred, head resting in his hand as his blue eyes gazed at you, through you.
“If it went like our last interaction, I highly doubt it you egotistical-“
“Nothing of the sorts my rose”
You cringed at the old nickname. Pushing down the contradictory memories. The memories of him pulling you by your waist as a burst of bright, genuine laughter rasped from his throat, and another where he gently pushed a stray string of hair from your face as he softly called you by your nickname. Or one of your favorites where his shirt was off as he showed off the preeminent tattoo. The crown sits at his hand the connects to a vine of thorns that dances around his hand and towards his arm until it wraps around his chest and neck to where a rose sits.
You remember him placing your hand on the crown, and then on to the rose as he told you about how this will prove his love for you. How this will make sure you're always with him no matter what.
That was the moment you truly fell in love with Kaiser.
But then, like a tidal wave of sewage, other memories popped up. Where you were in your room as you sat down on your bed as Kaiser stood before you, back towards you as he spat insult after insult at you. Dumping you to the side of the road as he traded his rags for riches in the world of soccer.
Leaving you behind like a pile of shit.
“Don’t call me that” you mumbled, breaking eye contact as you focus your eyes onto the outside crowds. To the people walking down the street, oblivious to the diner shakedown that’s taking place.
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my rose, my muse, my love-“
“I stopped being your love when you threw me out like a pile of shit to chase those dreams of yours!” The table screeched as you stood up, hip bumping into its side as you towered over the blonde who still wore that cocky smirk of his as he gave you a once over.
Oh you’ve never wanted to hit him so badly
“Then do it, if that’s what it takes for your forgiveness then I accept that as a trade for your temper tantrum”
“This isn’t a temper tantrum Kaiser-“
“Oh really? So what would you call it? I public freak out? A meltdown? A chip in a glass?“
“Oh my god, Kaiser stop” your voice broke, gripping your hair you plopped back down into the booth as you smothered your face in your hands. you couldn’t do this right now. You couldn’t deal with his passive aggressiveness, his condescending tones and words, his unnerving stare. You wanted out.
Through the gaps in your fingers, you noticed the once bustling diner, filled with feasting paternoster and busy waiters was now empty, deserted. You and he seemed to be the only two souls in this joint-
“You brought fucking Ness!” You screeched as you spotted a mop of blond and pink hair- a direct contrast to Kaiser’s - across the room. Ness greeted you with a smile and wave
Kaiser shrugged “he missed you- I missed you”
“Then stalk my Instagram like any other normal person”
“Wouldn’t have the same effect”
“Why are you here Kaiser” you drawled, imitating his position. Yet the hand over your head was more so to cover your incoming headache than placed there for fun.
“Simple. I’m here to get you back”
“You’ve got to be joking”
“With you? Never.”
“From how our last arrangement went- I’m aware.”
“He needed to focus on his career. You were too much of a distraction to him. It was messing with his plans- his goals”
“Here we go again” you groaned, slamming your head on the table.
“Let me guess” your voice came out muffled as you peeked out from your harm “to become the number one striker?”
“To provide a comfortable life for you,” Kaiser said. His voice was void of any mischief and his face drained of that impish smirk he usually wore. He was serious. He was more frightening when he was serious.
Different thoughts started swirling in your head.
He made that made face when you two broke up so he was serious. He’s playing you. But for what? You didn’t have anything to offer…. Is this a joke between him and Ness? Is he bored?
The gears creaked and fumed as your eyes ran between the two. Ness, who now sat in front of you was smiling per usual, and Kaiser to your left was anything but grins. Just what were these two assholes planning….
“If you wanted to do that then you shouldn’t have broken up with me- especially like that”
He sighed, shrugging as he shook his head “Technically, my rose. We never broke up. Yes, tensions were high and things got heated- but I never told you I wanted to break up “
“Yes you did! Shit” you launched up like a rocket, but due to the added presence across the table, your hip bones crashed into the table, effectively tumbling you over. Ness’ calloused hands stopped your head from colliding with the table as you groaned.
Looking up at him through lidded lashes, he merely smiled before pushing your head, and in addition, your entire body back to sit down
“Ness” Kaiser warned
“He helped me you prick”
“He isn’t supposed to touch” Kaiser wasn’t even looking at you at this point, he was just staring at Ness who lost his smile.
“Sorry Kaiser- I didn’t-“
“I’m not a fucking object Kaiser” you snarled, bringing attention to yourself so you could get out of whatever weird role play they had going on.
“I’m a person who is free to do whatever I want, whenever I want. So I’m leaving” pulling your legs up you hooked your arms over the booth head and slinked over the top. You didn't care what they were looking at as you climbed over, convincing yourself you could sacrifice a little bit of divinity for a greater cost.
Once on the table over, you glanced back and saw two pairs of eyes staring at you curiously as you hobbled off the table and made a beeline towards the door.
Thank fuck it was open despite the open sign being flipped around. With an anguished dingle, you raced out the door and ran passed the windows, the same windows you people watch from.
Only now it was reversed, as the two footballers watched you escape down the road. One was no longer smiling, and another was smirking, drawing a rose in a tiny fogged-over section, letting you know this was far from over.
#tiyoin 🔎#bllk#blue lock#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#itoshi rin#kaiser michael#kaiser#kaiser x reader#rin x reader#itoshi rin x reader#kaiser micheal x reader
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Fool - Jason Todd x gn!reader (fluff???? angst??? dont quote me)
(I have never written a thing in my life aside from mandatory essays in school, nor posted on tumblr)
You popped into the Red Hoods life suddenly. He was disgusted by it. How gentle you were, how you looked at him as if he could treat you right. It felt wrong.
Your little college student life. How you slept peacefully at night, only to wake up to see a cat at your window and to grab a cup of water. It was nauseating.
He considered kissing you his first mistake. Holding your waist to keep you steady, his mask left on your bedside table, as if it wasn't the last thing countless of people have seen before pain befell them. He did good leaving you for a month after that. Never bothering to show up at your window, nor a bouquet at your door. He should've never gotten you accustomed to that treatment.
Seeing you upset didn't hurt him. You need toughening up. This world needs toughening up. The rats he ate in Jokers hold didn't care if he cried, why should he? Yet he found himself falling into your clumsy, yet tearful embrace, wiping away your tears with a huff, lightly patting your cheek and telling you to get over it. When it didn't work, he did what he always knew to do. Adapt. He tried to make you laugh. He allowed the gentle pads of your fingers infect his skin. He let you see parts of him he locked away for a reason.
He felt disgusting for all of this. He doesn't need any of this. He's hurt too many to even acknowledge what one person may or may not care about.
He kept your apartment clean. He hated if it was anything but. Falling into the soft cushions of your sofa after a long night, just to wake up to your smell having left the dingy little apartment for your 9AM class. Must be nice.
On the worst nights of this infectious disease you've given him, he found himself at your bedside as you rest, hands clasped together as he prayed to whoever would listen you'd be safe. That you'd cure him and he'd leave you alone. That no harm would ever come towards you.
He wanted you to leave Gotham. Every goddamn day. He wanted you gone.
And when you'd leave HIM alone, saying you "respect that he needs space right now", he'd call bullshit. You don't respect him. You will leave and hurt him.
He knew he was wrong, all the goddamn time. Whether it was ordering his men to raid a safe house belonging to the Black Mask knowing it would prove fruitless, whether it was to run away from connecting with Bruce in any meaningful way, or whether even through his fits of just what can only be described as a temper tantrum in his eyes, you still fell into his arms, connecting yourself to him only when he allowed it. The world never deserved you. Reality would hit someday, and one fateful day, you'll learn to be as bitter as him.
But he won't allow that to be today. Today he'll sit with the person plaguing every nerve in his body, on a scrappy leather couch only a college student would see as luxury, and the back of your head will rest on his shoulder. He'll inspect every finger of yours, partly to try and find evidence of the magic you might have contained to make him feel like this, before bringing those fingers to his chapped lips, just to remind himself you're here with him. It's not a mental break. He is not a teenager being electrocuted by a Dr. Harleen Quinzel to learn to hate Bruce Wayne, hallucinating an image of who he assumes to be God and mentally beg for his forgiveness. He is here. With you. And the scars have healed.
Fools call it love. Jason wasn't a fool, but he'd allow himself to be. Just for the moment. He wanted to vomit, but he knew if he did, you'd hold his hair for him.
You're a fool.
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I'm the sickest person (Feyd Rautha x Female Reader)
Note: Hmm, I feel weird but my mind came up spontaneous short story once again. Gonna make it quite a little intimate, huh that's something new. But don't worry. I'm out of the character tonight. Lately listening to Lansdowne Falling down song and it's seems to suits to this guy or halfway. Wanna write angsty and soft Feyd. Sorry I didn't watched yet, actually I watched the beginning of Dune part two. Going to rewrite it later on. I think I'm mess up.
Summary: Y/n was an a Princess of House Vernius, the youngest in the family, as time come to nominate heir to the throne of her family, her cousin becoming princess and Y/n lost her rank and been exiled from her femily on forever. Later, Y/n was kidnapped by some of the people of House Harkonnen. She's faced Feyd Rautha Harkonnen. Y/n wasn't afraid of him and didn't cared of her fate much but Feyd decided to take you to his home planet. Perhaps he's was curious about you and later fall in love with you.
Warnings: Attempt of suicide, some little intimate moment but also fluff. I'm sorry guys.
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I could be an angel
Live under the law
Or party with the devil
'Til hell begins to thaw
Come in like a lion
And riot with my prey
Or go out nice and quiet
And try to run away
I can wear the brightest
Smile ever seen
Or I can terrify you
Baring all my teeth
I'm the sickest person
That looks like I'm okay
It changes with the weather
Changes every day
I don't know who I am
Falling down again
Trying to get up
From where I've always been
But nothing's been enough
To break through these clouds
When I'm stuck on the ground
Falling down again, down again
Falling down again
I could be your best friend
And keep your secret safe
Or I can play pretend, and
Be completely fake
Do my best to be good
And try to do what's right
But the truth is that I'm ruthless
And every word's a lie
Falling down again
Trying to get up
From where I've always been
But nothing's been enough
To break through these clouds
When I'm stuck on the ground
Falling down again, down again
Falling down again
I could be an angel
I could be an angel
I could be an angel
But I don't want to die
Falling down again
Trying to get up
From where I've always been
But nothing's been enough
To break through these clouds
When I'm stuck on the ground
Falling down again, down again
Falling down again
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Y/n failed at her duties, she felt sorrow because she's an a disappointment for her family. Your father approaching you in the conference room.
"You're not a heir of the throne, it's will be your cousin. You're such a disappointment and a shame for your family." he said.
"But I tried so hard to make you proud of me. I'm sorry." you spoke quietly.
"You'll never comeback here. Leave now." he said coldly.
"Please let me stay! Don't leave me alone!" Tears flowing down your face.
Your father walked towards the window. "Save your tears. You should've thought about it before you're made such a mistake."
"But I love you but seems you're don't love me." you whispered.
Hour later you're packed your bags and leave the Residence, you noticed your cousin smiling evily. "I'm the Princess now and you're no one." she laughed at you.
"I'm sick of you all!" Y/n pushed her cousin's shoulder while walking towards her.
"Bye, bye. Nobody's gonna miss you." she insulted.
Y/n clenched her fists in anger and pain. "I hate them all."
As you make your way off the planet, the ship was attacked by someone, you could see armoured people and bald tall man with a pale skin.
"What are you doing?" you shouted to one of the Harkonnen soldiers who grabbed your arm and pushing you on the ground.
"I'm from the Royal Family, how dare you!" Y/n shout out to them.
"As I knew you're not anymore." A man made a wicked smile.
You glanced at him shocked.
"So this was a part of the plan? To sold me as slave?" Y/n thought.
"From now on you're mine." Feyd Rautha spoke.
"I'm don't belong to anyone! I'd rather die!" Y/n grabbed the knife from one of the Harkonnen people rapidly and cutting her own arm, blood began to flowing down on the ground. You began to feel yourself dizzy, everything blurred and you lost consciousness. Feyd caughted you from falling. "Get her a doctor." Feyd ordered to his people.
Some hours later, Y/n woke up in the bed and the surrounding was unknown to her, she blinked several times and then glanced at the man sitting at the edge of the bed.
"Uhm, where I am and who are you?" you asked in a kow voice.
"You're at planet Giedi Prime right now. My name is Feyd Rautha Harkonnen." he replied.
"Oh, now I remember what happened… Why you're saved me? I don't want to live." Y/n turned away from him and covered herself into blanket crying.
"I wondering if I am the reason of your attempt of suicide?" Feyd squeezed your hand gently.
"How would you feel if your family throw you away as a worthless thing?" Y/n slipped her hand from his grip.
"You're must be brave or either crazy for doing so. You're beautiful as well." he made a smug smile.
Y/n glanced at her bandaged arm. "I didn't feel pain honestly. I was so mad so I didn't noticed that." you confessed.
"I'm bet you felt adrenaline. You need a good rest now. See you Miss Y/n." he smiled.
"How do you---?" you rises your head in surprise.
"I know few things about you." Feyd answered and then leaves the room.
Giedi Prime was dark and gloomy planet and people there was cruel and menacing. Y/n didn't liked that planet much. Week later you arm recovered and Feyd checked on you.
"How are you doing?" he asked you.
"My arm recovered completely." Y/n replied awkwardly.
"Good." Feyd squeezed your arm and kisses it.
Y/n blushes.
"You're will be one of my concubines." Feyd Rautha added.
Y/n rubbed her arm awkwardly. "Me? Why?"
"Don't worry, nobody's going to hurt you." Feyd assured you.
You lowered your head and sighed.
"Go on, I'll show you the Residence." Feyd Rautha squeezed your hand once more.
The other day Y/n joined the other concubines of Feyd and you're feeling yourself out of place. Their smiles were menacing and when they're noticed you, they're starting giggling. Then Y/n saw Feyd among them. Y/n falled on her knees over Feyd.
"Why I'm here?" you whispers to him.
"Why not? You're my concubine." he leaned closer to you for kissing your neck but you're closed your eyes uncomfortably. Feyd stopped himself and the others starting giggling again.
"She's so blushing." One of concubines insulted you.
"Stop gossiping about new girl." Feyd replied playfully.
"Can I go to my room? I feel unwell, Na-Baron." Y/n lowered her head again.
"You may. I'll visit you later then." Feyd Rautha replied a bit confused.
Harpies laughs again. "Perhaps she's too young. Where's did you found her? She's ugly."
"Shut up!" Feyd rised his voice furiously. You could hear his voice as you leave the room. Everyone get quiet in the room.
"What make him do that? Why he's standing for me?" Y/n thought.
Y/n hides in the room and went to the balcony. You feeling yourself emotionally drained. You sighed sadly. "Why my life is so hard..."
Feyd entered inside your room and joined you at the balcony. "Enjoying the view huh?" he smiled.
"I needed more personal space." Y/n replied coldly.
"I apologize for my girls. Probably they're being jealous of you." he made a smug smile.
"I have no doubt about it. So why you're here when you have so many girls to talk to." you insulted him.
"Hmm, so you're the one who's jealous now?" Feyd glanced at you.
"We're just meet, don't flatter yourself much." you responded.
"You should be careful with your words." he leaned closer to you.
"I don't care much." you sighed again.
"Then what's the matter?" he asked.
"Because I don't feel anything to you! Why you're standing for me back than?" Y/n said emotionally.
"I do it because you're fearless, honest and beautiful. I respect you. I want you feel yourself safe here." Feyd reaching for your hand.
"I'm not like that. I'm a failure and I am broken." you whispered.
"I hope you'll overcome your grieving." Feyd comforted you.
"I hope so." Y/n squeezed into his chest softly. Feyd kissed your forehead and then leaves the room.
"Perhaps I feel something now." you whispers to yourself.
Week later, Feyd inviting you into training room, you were wondering if it's some kind of trick of his.
"That's awesome. One of my father's sword masters trained me." Y/n spoke.
"Want a sparring, darling?" Feyd asked.
"Hmm, why not. I'm in." you replied.
"Choose a weapon." Feyd Rautha suggested.
Y/n hand reached her hand towards a rapier with an a interest. And Feyd chooses Crysknife.
"Go on." You said with a cocky smile and stand in the position.
Rapier and Crysknife crossed each other and then Feyd ripped your sleeve, you stopped for a second watching your shoulder. "Hmm, you'll pay for this my dear Lord Na-Baron." Y/n make smug smile, Feyd was hypnotized by your smile and eyes for some seconds as you ripped his clothes over his chest. Your moves was gracious and smooth.
"Look at your tunic, Feyd." Y/n laughted.
"How dare you laughing at me!" Feyd pushed you against the wall and then kissed your in lips passionately as you dropped your rapier at the floor, you widened your eyes in surprise. After sometime Feyd stepped back from you. Y/n leaves the training room silently.
Day later.
Baron Vladimir Harkonnen and Feyd have a talk and suddenly he asked his nephew about his new concubine.
"Hmm, I think something is happened between you two, I am right?" he smirked.
"I think she'll avoid talking to me for a while, uncle." Feyd replied.
"Oh, Feyd. You know you should've be more delicate with such lady as Y/n. What you're done may I ask." Baron asked of curiosity.
"I think she's will be mad at for a forceful kiss." Feyd replied.
"Did she tried to push you away while your kiss her?" Baron smirked again.
"No, she didn't. But she's leave the room without a word." Feyd Rautha replied honestly.
"Then she likes the kiss. Perhaps I don't know her much. You should make a better impression this time." Baron made an advice to his nephew.
"I will apologize to her soon." Feyd then walked into his room.
Meanwhile, you hummed a song and standing at the balcony, that kiss was on your mind and you're trembling a bit and blushing everytime you're remembering it. Feyd entered your room and called you.
"Y/n? Are you in the room?" Feyd asked.
"Good morning, Feyd. I'm at the balcony." you answered calmly.
"Did you eating today's morning? I didn't seen you in the dining room." he asked you.
"I told the servant bringing the food in my room because I didn't sleep well last night so I just didn't feel like to go there." you replied.
"Why? I thought you're mad at me for that kiss." he walked towards you.
"I had a bad dream of my father." you lowered your head.
"So tell me how you feel about that?" Feyd spoke.
"It was a forceful kiss so I don't want anyone would forcing me this way. I hope you're understand but I'm not mad at you." Y/n rubbed her shoulder.
"I'm sorry for that. As a sign of reconciliation, would you accept my gifts?" Feyd squeezed your hand.
"Don't worry about that. You know nobody didn't kissed me before, perhaps our sparring was fun." Y/n giggled and embrace Feyd's neck with her arms.
"I'm sorry for losing control. I can't get out your smile and your eyes off my head." he confessed.
"Perhaps I'm thought a lot of that kiss as well." You bited your lips.
"Take a look at my gifts if you want to." he kissed your hand.
You looked at the bed and there was a beautiful purple dress and a black pendant. Y/n also saw a rapier and the handle was inlaid with precious gem stones.
"Your gifts are lovely. Thank you. Should I wear this dress tonight?" you said playfully.
"You can wear it at the dinner and my uncle will be there too." Feyd suggested.
"I guess it'll be boring political talking huh?" Y/n jokes.
"I think this dinner will be not as boring if you're come with me." he kissed your cheek.
"Okay, I'll come then." Y/n made a flirty smile.
Time skip
Y/n calmly approaching Feyd and his uncle wearing beautiful dress and necklace, it was like a private dinner of uncle and nephew and you. "Good evening, Baron." Y/n kissed his hand, perhaps you wasn't sure how to greeting him, either bow and kissing the end of his clothes.
"What a nice young lady!" Baron chuckles.
"Goid evening, my dear Lord Na-Baron Feyd Rautha." you greeted Feyd as well.
"The nicest of evenings, darling." he kisses your hand.
"Now, have some good dinner and after that I should talk to you both." Baron spoke.
You sat at the table next to Feyd, slaves bringing food and cutlery and then leave. You and Feyd didn't talking though you both making eye contact and you making mysterious smiles to him and then eating and drinking.
When you're finishing your meal Baron stared at you. "Can I ask you some personal questions, my dear?" Baron asked you.
"I'm ready for it." Y/n glanced at Feyd's uncle.
"You're from House Vernius, right? Are you from planet IX or maybe another planet?" he smirked.
"I'm Ixian. I'm not belong to House Vernius anymore." you answered.
"Hmm, did you know that your father wanted to sold you in a slavery?" Baron said carelessly.
You rises your head in shock, "I had my suspicions about this."
Feyd glanced at you concerned.
"Did you knew that? Why don't you telling me that before, Feyd?" Y/n asked him emotionally.
"I am the only one who knows that, dear. Don't be mad." Baron smiles menacingly.
"I have no doubts about that." Y/n said biterrly.
"I swear I didn't know anything about that." Feyd spoke to you.
"But you know something about me, right? You said it yourself." Your voice burns into passsive aggressive tone.
"I only knew your name and where you from at the time." Feyd Rautha expressed.
"Excuse me, Baron. I need to go now." Y/n said coldly.
"You can go." he replied.
Feyd stand up and leave the dining room after you.
"Excuse my uncle. I didn't know thet he would--" Feyd paused.
"Hurting me… He succeed in this but I'm not going to cry." Y/n turned away from Feyd.
"I'm sorry about that, darling." Feyd embrace your back.
"I don't trust your uncle but I trust you." Y/n replied.
"Can I lead you to your room or maybe you would like to join me in my room tonight?" he smiled.
"I'll join you soon." you kissed his lips and then walked away waving to him and giving him a quick glance back.
Y/n wearing a cloak and nightgown as she's sneaking into Feyd's room. He was sitting at the couch, you greeted him. Y/n take off her cloak and sitting down next to Feyd.
"This dinner wasn't as I imagined. I hope your uncle had a reason to insulting me like that." you lowered your head.
"I didn't expected that either." Feyd replied.
"I don't care much anymore." you closed your eyes.
"You're will fall asleep now, why you're chosen a couch when I have a bed for two?" he made a flirtly smile.
Y/n rised her head blushing. "I'd rather choose a couch."
"Too coward to share a bed with me huh?" Feyd made a smug smile.
"I'm not a coward, I'm actually too tired for arguing or proof you wrong." you yawned.
"Proof me wrong." he smiled again.
"I don't want to see nightmares again or wake you up. I'd rather stay up all night." you confessed.
"When you're rising your head, it's a sign of that something is shocking or surprising you. When you're lowering your head you're shy or uncomfortable, right? You can be safe with me." Feyd leaned closer towards you.
"It's hard for me letting someone in because my life is tough." you glanced at him.
"You're my only love. I promise you." he whispers to you.
"Glad to hear that. I want to believe in that at least." Y/n closed her as she smiled.
Y/n laid into the bed and covered herself into a blanket, Feyd take off his clothes and laid into the bed after you.
"Good night, darling." he kissed your neck.
"Good night, Feyd." Y/n yawned and instinctively cuddling into his shoulder and fall asleep.
You haven't nightmares this time, when you wake up in the morning you saw Feyd laying next to you.
"Good morning, darling." Feyd kissed your cheek.
"Good morning, Feyd." you giggled.
"How do you sleep?" he asked.
"Deeply and serenely." Y/n dress up and about to leave the room.
"I'll join you at the breakfast soon." Feyd spoke.
"Sounds great. I'll waiting for you to come." Y/n glanced back at Feyd a bit and closed the door.
After breakfast Baron approaching you. You take a deep breath and make a slight bowing.
"Hello, my dear. I apologizing for my behavior but you're should've known that." he spoke.
"But still why you're should make such a masquerade?" you crossed your arms.
"I'm sorry, dear. But I wanted to try to grow the doubt in your heart. I checked whether I could manipulate you, or rather your confidence in my nephew, and I lost this game because you didn’t believed me. You know what's what." Baron smirked.
"I think Feyd said the truth to me last night. Tell me more about my father's plan." Y/n lowered her head.
"Your father once meet with me and decided to sold you as a slave to our family. When Feyd and our soldiers found you they're just patrolling. Feyd didn't know details."
"Thank you for letting me know, Baron." you made a little bowing once more.
"How do you find Giedi Prime?" Baron asked.
"Kind of different from the planet I lived." Y/n rubbed her arm.
"You know, girl. I'm on your side. Would you like to be one of House Harkonnen?" Baron made a cocky smile.
"You meant marriage?" Y/n rised her head.
"That's right, clever girl!" Baron chuckled.
"I think it's not up to me and it's rather up to Feyd. I'll think about it anyway." you answered.
"Of course. Now I should go." he finished the conversation.
Time skip
"Is this Lady Fenring wants to seduce you or something, Feyd?" you spoke to him.
"Don't worry, you're my only true love." Feyd assured you.
"Thanks but I'm meant something completely different. She's one of Bene Gesserit. I wondering what's on her mind." Y/n embraced his neck and made a slight laughter.
"I don't care actually." Feyd Rautha looking into your eyes.
"I must admit that she's beautiful." Y/n sighed.
"I don't need Lady Fenring when I have you. Your eyes and smile the most beautiful." Feyd kissed your hand.
"Thank you." you squeezed into his chest for comfort.
"Let me tell you something." He whispered with a smile.
"What is it?" Y/n asked curiously.
"I'm gonna fight at at the arena in few days. Would you come there?" he asked.
"Oh, yes. I do remember, it's that your birthday. Your uncle invited me and he said I'll get the best view on arena." you said thoughtfully.
Feyd made a smug smile and kisses your forehead.
"That's all what you wanted to tell me?" Y/n guesses.
"It'll wait for a while." he replied.
Some days later Y/n joined Baron, everyone screaming Feyd's name and you watching him walking inside the arena.
"I hope you're don't find it really cruel, Miss Y/n?" Baron smirked.
"I'm come here to see Feyd in action, well I'm think I'm get used to that." You make a small smile.
"Good to hear that." Baron nodded.
Y/n watched Feyd carefully and then you get distracted by Baron a bit.
"Did you thought about our last little talking, dear?" Baron made a cocky smile.
"Not yet." Y/n confessed.
"Hmm, I see." Baron said unemotionally.
"Can we talk about that later?" you get uncomfortable.
You watching Feyd a bit longer and then rushed away from the loud noises and once again you feeling yourself emotionally drained.
As you catches your breath, you could feel someone standing behind you, it was Lady Fenring.
"I see you're don't like noisy and cruel action, don't you? Deep breathing helps you to calm down." she said calmly.
"I'm perfectly fine, Lady Fenring." you glanced at her.
"I'm not recommend you to lie to me because I can read your reactions." Lady Fenring made a small smile.
"Perhaps, I'm not okay." Y/n confesses.
"You're Feyd's favorite concubine, right? I think you're a bit young for a concubine." she spoke.
"I'm not that young. And you're Bene Gesserit…" you insulted back awkwardly.
"How funny you're trying to insulting me but I'm just said what I'm thinking." she adores you.
"That's all what you're wanted to say to me? Then I'm leaving." you looked away.
"Perhaps Feyd's concubine didn't like me because Feyd Rautha showing more attention to me?" she guessed.
"No, it's not like that! I just want to know your true intentions about Feyd." you rises your voice.
"How sweet that you're protective of your Lord Na-Baron." Fenring teased.
"You'll don't understand how I feel." you bited your lips nervously.
"No, it's seems that you're the one who don't understand things. He's a psychopath and you saw his true nature today." Lady Fenring touched your shoulder.
"He's different with me. Feyd can be a better person." you whispered.
Lady Fenring glanced at you thoughtfully. "You thinking that Feyd Rautha can be redeemed?"
"I want to believe in that." Y/n lowered her head.
"Now I have faith in you. I think I'll tell you why I'm here but not now. We're not enemies, dear." she made a soft smile.
"I'm sorry for being harshly on you Lady Fenring." you nodded.
"It's okay. Bye for now." she smiles.
Y/n leaves the arena among other people. You meet with Feyd some minutes later.
"Congratulations on your victory, Feyd." Y/n playfully attacked him from the back.
Feyd looked back at you as you embrace him. "Thank you, darling." he made a smug smile.
"You had some great moves." Y/n giggles.
"Some say that you're talked with Lady Fenring. Do you become friends huh?" Feyd asked.
"In short she's helped me with my panic attack and she thought that I'm jealous of the fact that..." you paused.
"And what you're replied to her?" Feyd made a cocky smile.
"You know I'm not a jealous type." Y/n winked playfully.
"Uhm, what a liar you are." Feyd touched your face gently.
"How do you say." Y/n touches Feyd's hand.
At night you had a nightmare, you tossed and turning in your bed. In your dream you saw Baron and Rabban standing in front of you smiling wickedly.
"Execute her!" Baron said menacingly.
Soldiers pushed you at the ground.
"Please don't!" Y/n pleads.
"No one will think that someone killed her, we can say that it was suicide because she already tried to commit suicide." One of the soldiers chuckled.
"Right." Baron laughed ominously. Tears runned down your face.
"I'll do whatever you tell me, just leave me alive, please." you began to tremble.
"It's too late for that, you should have thought when you made that mistake." Baron said.
"No! Feyd! Help me!" Y/n called Feyd Rautha for help.
You finally saw Feyd, he took the rapier and stabbed it into your heart.
"Goodbye, darling." Feyd made a evil and terrifying smile.
Y/n screamed in pain and blood flashes on the ground. When you woke up, you gasped in shock and sat in your bed, your heart beating rapidly, you started crying.
Feyd rushed into your room concerned. "Do you have a panic attack or it's was a bad dream?"
You still sobbed and cuddles into him. "Don't leave me alone please."
"I'm right here, darling." He gave you a kiss on a forehead.
"I had a terrible nightmare." you confessed.
"It's just a bad dream." Feyd assured you.
"Yeah, right. That's really stupid." Y/n hide her face with her hands.
"Do you need a doctor or anything?" he asked.
"I'm alright now. Thank you." Y/n laid her head into Feyd's shoulder.
"I wanted to tell you something back than." He spoke.
"Yeah." you nodded.
"More correctly I want to ask you one thing." Feyd started.
"I'm listening." you replied.
"Would you marry me?" He looked into your eyes.
"Yes, but when I'll be ready for it. I hope you're understand that. I didn't tell you it before but I love you." Y/n cuddled into his chest.
"I love you too." He kissed you cheek.
Y/n then looked away. "To be honest, your uncle hints about marriage several times when he's talked to me."
"I see. Should I stay?" He touched your face.
"Can you stay for a bit? Let's get outside the balcony and talk." You squeezes his hands. He made a small smile and nodded to you.
Time skip
Lady Fenring visits you secretly. "Let's talk about the things then."
"Why Bene Gesserit sends you here?"
"I was send here to secure the bloodline of prospective Kwisatz Haderach." she spoke.
"You mean Feyd but how it possible that he is-?" you paused.
"It's really a long story. Do you have a great patience for listening the whole explanations of the terms, dear?" Lady Fenring asked.
"Tell me more please." Y/n pleads.
"I see. So listen carefully." she smiled.
You both talked for hours and then Lady Fenring was the one who's asking you several questions.
"Something in you make me believe that Feyd Rautha can be redeemed. But what make you believe in it?"
"It's not a big deal I guess. But when we're first met, I cutted veins on my arm and I could die but he's saved me though he could have his own plans about me." you lowered you head holding your arm remembering everything.
"Hmm." Lady Fenring said thoughtfully.
"What? What your Bene Gesserit training telling you about that?" Y/n curiously asked.
"That you love him. I think you're able to redeem him. But we're will be watching you two." Lady Fenring made a soft smile.
Y/n get a deep breath. "Sometimes I'm scared and I want to go back home but I can't go back."
"I think there's nothing you should be scared of because you're brave and strong enough and after all, I'll be around to help you."
"Thank you." Y/n made a sincere smile.
Padishah Emperor arrives at Arrakis while Paul killed Baron and Rabban was killed as well. Y/n was worried about what going to happen next.
"Feyd, I'm scared." you whispered.
"Be strong darling." he squeezes your hand. Lady Fenring was around and watched you.
Paul challenges Shaddam for the throne and, to Chani's dismay, demands Irulan's hand in marriage. Shaddam admits his involvement in the destruction of House Atreides.
Feyd and Paul began the duel, Y/n watched them nervously. Lady Fenring comforts you by laying her hand on your shoulder.
Paul wounded Feyd and he falls on the ground bleeding.
"No!" Y/n screams.
"I'm sorry, dear but nothing we can do, we can't get involved into duel." Lady Fenring hugged you.
"No I can. Who's come up this stupid rules? I'm not going to lose a person that I love!" Y/n slipped from her embrace and rushed down next to Feyd before Paul's last fatal move.
"No, wait! Paul Atreides!" you stopped Paul as he was confused.
"Who are you and how you're dare to get involved to our duel?" he asked.
"I'm from House Vernius, our fathers are allies. Please do me a favor." you looked at Paul and then at Feyd.
"But why you're with Harkonnens?" Paul asked.
"My father sold me as a slave to Harkonnens." you confessed.
"But you're must be Feyd's concubine, right?" Paul corrected.
"That's right. Just tell me what I can do to save Feyd's life and my own too?"
"Surrender to me, kneeling before me and kiss my ring." Paul ordered.
"I'll do it. But save Feyd." Y/n kneel before Paul.
"I believe you." Atreides showing mercy to you.
"Thank you." Y/n bowing.
Some of Sardaukar troops carries Feyd Rautha and bandaged his wounds. Lady Fenring standing next to you. "You must be fearless but you should be careful next time."
"Yes I know I made a risky move but all I wanted to save him. I think I'm going to faint if I'm not get a nap." you confessed.
"Great job anyway." she made a soft smile.
Lady Fenring lead you and help you find a place where you can rest.
"Why you let that Harkonnen live?" Chani asked Paul.
"Because she's loves him, don't you see it? But I'm gonna to watch over him, if he'll going to betray me, they're both will be dead." Paul replied.
"That's wise and merciful from you side." she replied.
Hour later Y/n visited Feyd Rautha, he was still unconscious, you glanced at his face and sighed.
Chani come to you. You were a bit surprised by that.
"Paul going to talk to you and him later." she said coldly.
"I should've guess that." Y/n lowered her head.
"How can you love Harkonnen? He's a monster." Chani asked in a rude manner.
"Perhaps love can change a person." Y/n replied peacefully.
"That's wise words. I respect your bravery." Chani softened.
"How your name?" Y/n asked but she don't know the Fremen traditions so it could be awkward.
"My name is Chani." she spoke.
"My name is Y/n." you replied.
"I should go now." Chani walked away.
Y/n squeezed Feyd's hand and laid her head into his shoulder.
Hour later.
You could feel Feyd's heartbeat and his voice again.
"Y/n…" Feyd spoke in low voice.
"Oh, Feyd! I glad you're alive!" Y/n giving him a kiss on the forehead.
"Glad to see you again too." Feyd made a small smile.
"Don't flatter yourself too much, cousin. You're alive only because I'm wished so." Paul approached both of you.
"I didn't expect that my cousin would deign to visit me." Feyd replied bitterly.
"Feyd, no need to." Y/n glanced at Paul.
"Can you leave us for a while?" Paul asked.
"Sure." you nodded.
"What do you want?" Feyd asked.
"Do you know that she saved your life? You're must be going to become next Baron but I'll warning you that you both will be dead if you're going to betray me." Paul said coldly.
"I see, cousin." Feyd replied.
"Tell me a bit about your concubine." Paul demanded.
"She lost her rank and family. She's kind, brave and beautiful. Once she cutted her arm and I ordered my people to save her life." Feyd responses.
"Y/n is no doubt is fearless. I see your feeling is true." Paul nodded.
"Are you surprised by this, cousin?" Feyd mocked.
"Kind of." Paul then leaves the room.
Paul talked to you as well. Some days later Feyd recovered and you both returned to Giedi Prime and get married there snd then you both visiting planet IX at honeymoon. Y/n don't care about if reunion with her family going to be bitter but she was wrong.
When Feyd arrived with you at the planet, your father and cousin noticed you.
"Is that you?" Your father asked.
"I know what you're going to say but I wanted to go back." you replied.
To you surprise your father hugged you. "I'm so sorry. I hope you're forgive me for what I'm done and said to you."
"It's okay. I believe in second chances." you hugged you father back.
"I'm sorry too." your cousin spoke.
"By the way meet my husband Baron Feyd Rautha Harkonnen." You said proudly.
"I'm glad I met your daughter." Feyd spoke.
"Baron?" Your father asked confused.
Feyd glanced at you as you laughted. "Don't you know anything? I'll tell you everything."
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Veil of the dreamless
Morpheus x Reader
A cursed Morpheus holds your father prisoner when he enters The Dreaming without permission. You, also able to enter the realm, take his place. Now a prionser to the Dream Lord, you do all you can to learn about the curse and hopefully break it.
{Masterlist}
{Previous Chapter} - {Next Chapter}
Chapter Nine - Sibling rivalry
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Hob leads you to the tavern. He opens the door and lets you go inside first. He keeps a hand on your back, gently guiding you to where he wants you to go. He leads you to the back.
At the very back sits a woman alone. She is sitting facing you, a smile on her face as you approach. You've seen this woman before. She was stood outside the tavern before it was even open before you entered The Dreaming.
"You."
Her smile widens. "Yes."
"This is Death. She is the older sister of our dear Dream." Hob explains.
"You're his sister?"
Death nods her head. "I am. Hob has told me you had taken your father's place in The Dreaming. That was very brave of you. How is my brother?"
"He's... been better. He needs help." You tell her.
"I know, but only you can help him."
"How? He wouldn't tell me how."
"Of course he didn't." Death chuckles. "My brother is an idiot."
"Please." You lean forward. "Tell me how I can help him."
"Do you love him?" She asks.
You state at her. She is waiting for you to answer. Your heart races. You know the answer to that question.
"Yes."
She smiles. "He deserves to be loved. You must tell him before the last petal cracks."
"What?"
"That's how you break the spell."
Hob looks at you gently. "If Morpheus could get someone to love him as he is now, the spell would break. However, all he does is push people away. He sent you back, I believe, because he was falling for you."
"But..."
"I shall send you back to him, but you must he careful. Desire plays games. Do not let your guard down." Death says.
"Okay... Send me back."
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Morpheus sunk down on the stairs to his throne. He buried his face in his claw like hands and sighed quietly.
The silence of the palace was haunting him. When you were here, there was life in these walls. Now that life was gone.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, but they did not belong to Lucienne. He knew her footsteps.
"My my, big brother. How the mighty fall."
Dream lifted his head to see Desire walking toward him. He glared at his sibling. He knew his time was almost up. The rose had barely any petals left. In fact, he was certain it was down to the last one.
"Came to gloat?"
"I won't deny, I'm here to see me win." Desire smiles. "I really got you this time, didn't I? The price is steep."
"Death would be more welcome." Dream says.
"Oh? Shall I request our sister join us then? Will she put you out of your misery?" Desire teases.
"If I ask."
Desire scoffs. "You're no fun like this. Where is the rose? I'd like to see it."
Morpheus sighs and stands. He leads Desire uo to his room where the rose sits. The last petal was already cracked. Once it shattered, that would be it.
"You let them go knowing the curse wouldn't be broken without them?" Desire grins. "Foolish brother."
"I let them go because they deserve better than anything I can give them."
"Fool."
Dream turns to his sibling. "This will be the last game you ever play."
Desire chuckles. "Oh, exciting~"
Morpheus prepares for a fight. If he goes, Desire goes with him.
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You find yourself standing on the bridge to the palace. Death is holding your hand. She has brought you back. Hob promised he would go back to your father and tell him everything.
You let go of Death's hand and ran across the bridge. All you could think about was getting to Morpheus and telling him how you felt. You just hoped you had enough time.
You ran through the grand doors and wondered which way to go. Where was he?
Matthew came flying in and looked relieved to see you. "You're back! Come quick! I think they might kill each other!" He flew up the stairs.
You felt fear set in and chased after him. Matthew led you to Dream's room. It was even messier than before. You eyes catch sight of the rose. The last petal was barely together.
"This way!" Lucienne calls. "Hurry!"
You ran after her, following her up some stairs you hadn't seen before. They go up and up and up. Matthew flies right over you. You reach the top of the tower to find Dream and Desire fighting each other.
"Morpheus!" You gasp.
He turns and looks at you. You shouldn't have called out. Desire takes the chance to push him down to the ground and stand over him.
"No use trying. Your time is nearly up." Desire grins.
"Don't hurt him!" You call out, stepping a little closer.
"Don't!" Morpheus says, looking at you.
"Please don't hurt, Morpheus." You plead.
Desire chuckles. "You came back for him? That's a first." Desire looks back down at their brother. "Your time is up."
"No! I love him!" You yell.
Morpheus looks up at you. His eyes are wide.
Desire looks at you and then down at Dream.
"I love him," you repeat.
The last petal on the rose crumbles. There is nothing left. You look at Morpheus.
Desire watches. Nothing happens. Desire laughs. You feel tears brimming as you rush over to Morpheus. Desire back away and let's you get close.
"You came back?" Morpheus asks softly.
You cradle his face. "I came back to tell you I love you..."
He smiles softly. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. I spoke to my father. I spoke to Hob. I even met your sister. She allowed me to come back here so I could see you again."
Morpheus leans into your touch. "I love you too."
You smile and lean in. He leans in, too. The kiss is the most magical feeling ever. His lips are so soft.
Before you know it, a gust of wind picks up, and Morpheus is surrounded by feathers. You have to let go of him as they explode everywhere. You're left looking a pile of the black feathers.
"Morpheus?"
He sits up. Feather falls away from around him. You can see his face. His actual face. Black fluffy hair sticks up from his head and his bright blue eyes have never been clearer.
"Morpheus." You smile.
He smiles at you.
Desire no longer smiles.
You have done it. You've broken the curse.
Morpheus stands up and reaches for your hands. You take hold of his with a bright smile on your face. He leans in and kisses your forehead softly.
Death enters the tower and looks at Desire. "You should go."
Desire chuckles and then leaves. Maybe next time.
Death turns to her brother and smiles at the sight. He's in love, and someone loves him. She's happy for him. She takes her leave.
Morpheus does not let go of your hand. He never wants to let go again.
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🎀Only you, mon amour~🎀
{ You were silently crying in the garden when a familiar voice calls out your name... }
Neuvillette x reader
genre: fluff , comfort
song: swan song by lana del rey
Left all alone in the middle of the ballroom, what a faith for the Archon's favorite Diamond that was. Everyone's gaze was shifting towards you as you heard the faint gossiping turn louder and louder as you, the so called Diamond of the Season, were left all alone. In the great wave of couples dancing, you were the still stone that stood out, that froze at the shock of being ditched for someone else. You could hear a vague laugh in the background that brought you back to your senses. Panicked filled your lungs as you turned and dramatically ran for the moonlit garden.
You found a hidden bench somewhere in this flowery maze and sat, admiring the lake in front of you. The moonlight was reflecting and the whole scene could be oh so romantic if you weren't hurt by your "partner's" actions. Trying to hold in your tears, you play with a strain of grass you ripped but instantly felt bad for the grass. You sigh and let the little green stripe fall back where it belongs, hoping a new one will grow stronger and greener than before. Turning your gaze back to the moon you thought to yourself "Where did I do wrong? I'm the prettiest,smartest and most graceful of them all and yet...here I am alone..." Warm tears were streaming down your cheeks as you tried to hide your soft sobs.
"Pardon me, Mademoiselle" a soothing voice was calling you from somewhere in the garden. You heard steps coming closer and closer as the moonlight finally shined on him and you saw the Chief of Justice, the most powerful being in Fontaine. Not only was his power determined by his wealth, but you heard gossip that there's more to him than the authority he possessed. To all that, his firm and stoic demeanour in addition with his cold and unfazed gaze made him an intimating person to be around.
Quickly wiping away your tears you try to salute him "Monsieur!" your voice goes up in surprise, unsure if you should get up and do a curtsy. A gesture of his hand told you to relax and stay in place as Neuvillette joined you on the bench. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" you try to break the silence. He looked you in the eyes and whispered "Beautiful indeed..." a little smile appeared on his face before you tried to get up again. "We shouldn't be seen together, Monsieur. If they see us all alone-" The sound of a giggle stopped you mid sentence as you saw Neuvillette laughing. "May I ask what you find so amusing, Monsieur?" you were genuinely confused about what he was laughing about. " I just remember you in that ballroom-" Before he could finish you interrupt him rudely, not wanting to hear the rest "Pardon me, Monsieur but if you're here to laugh at me for that you could've done it in the ballroom with the other guests and there was no need to come out here to laugh in my face!" you affirm angrily and are ready to leave.
He catches your wrist and says "Attendez s'il vous plaît!" with your French studies you knew he said 'wait, please' and so once again he locked his gaze with yours. Being so close you can see that the so intimating appearance that everyone feared was just that, an appearance. His genuine feelings reflected in his eyes as he silently begged you to stay, but was ready to let go if you refused to. "I'm listening..." you nod, encouraging him to speak up. You were still somewhat reticent about what he was going to say, but decided it might be wiser to listen. "Mademoiselle, I'm not by any means here to amuse myself with your situation. I was about to say that I remembered you in the ballroom and I was laughing at how much of a fool I could've been to not invite you to dance. If I would've done so, maybe you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place. My apologies for upsetting you...ma cherie..."
You were awestruck by his confession. 'He wanted to dance with you? That practically meant the Chief of Justice wanted to make public the intention of dating someone! No, he wanted to announce the whole Teyvat of his interest in YOU.' All these thoughts filled your brain as you tried to form the next sentence. What was one expected to answer when none other than The Monsieur Neuvillette confesses as such? "Are you interested in my self, Monsieur?" Not even thinking he whispered "Only you,mon amour." As you stood on that bench, you looked over at the swans waltzing in the lake and spoke: "What if, Monsieur, you will get your dance of tonight?" He nodded in agreement "It would be my pleasure" and offered his hand for you to take. This dance could make everyone forget the embarrassing situation and instantly repair your reputation. Not only that but you get to have Neuvillette's attention all on yourself.
Now, hand in hand, you were ready to cause more gossip than ever before. Ready to face Fontaine's people and announce that from now on you're under the most powerful protection ever. But most importantly, ready to have the perfect dance and show everyone what the Diamond of the Season was really all about.
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°♡Yandere Cupid♡°
Desc and possible Tw: Nsfw mentioned and hinted at, Kidnapping, yandere themes, Getting dumped, Jaakobah having murderous and possessive tendencies.
Let me know if I missed any! :)
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Ah yes, Cupid, An emblem of love! Orrrr At least, that is what people perceive this Cupid to be.
Welcome Jaakobah, the evil Cupid! Jaako is a master of deception, They say they will make relationships better, promising affection from both sides... Did you fall for it? Surprise! That is a Big lie! They are to blame for unhealthy partnerships, toxic partners.. icky people in general! So if you ever had a toxic partner, Blame Jaakobah!!
Jaakobah has never felt love for anyone before, but oh when they did, It brought a new feeling. A horrible one that felt.. so.. Painfully Good.
• Yandere Cupid who… was doing their usual rounds, But then noticed somebody in the park all alone.
• Yandere Cupid who… came closer and found lil ol you! They were originally planning to play with ur feelings for a lil bit, but…
• Yandere Cupid who… falls in love with you. You're all alone on Valentine's Day? How sad~
Poor little human, you must be so.. lonely~
• Yandere Cupid who… knew you can't hear them, But still talked to you that day.
Awhhh what happened you poor thing.. Did you get dumped?
• Yandere Cupid who… stalked you ever since that day. They couldn't resist! Can you blame them?~
• Yandere Cupid who… watched you get dumped, 15 times! They laugh a little harder each time. Jaakobah knows they are to blame for it, They just can't help it! You're made for them, so why are you resisting?
Oh, Darling.. Stop trying to make me jealous! It's seriously, making me all hot inside..~
Yandere Cupid who… always got so... turned on by your constant teasing...
• Yandere Cupid who… decides they've had enough of your games and reveals themself.
Hello, Darling~
• Yandere Cupid who… is very flirty, and smug. They can be so mean sometimes.
Oh no.. did you get dumped again? How sad~ Do I have to remind you again? No one will ever date you, You wanna know why? Because You are my soulmate, You belong to me. :)
• Yandere Cupid who… flashes you their signature smug smile whenever you get dumped.
• Yandere Cupid who… finally kidnaps you. You are locked in your own home. You might be thinking, "Wait, my house?" Yeah, that's right, Jaako seriously locked you in your own house. He didn't wanna go through all that trouble… so he opted for breaking your phone and chaining you to your bed! This is sooo much better… Now be a good little spouse and sit here like a pretty lil doll!
• Yandere Cupid who… didn't hesitate to lock you at home. You were their darling! Plus.. You were seriously making them even more hot and bothered After all those petty dates..
Darling stop squirming.. Your attempts at making me jealous worked! So I assumed you were wanting a little more than a hot make-out sesh… so stop squirming and let me have my fill of the fun~
• Yandere Cupid who… gives you big puppy dog eyes and lays on ur lay to try and convince you to come cuddle with them.
Darling Pleaseeeeee enough teasing, Just let me hold you already, or better yet I'll let you hold me~
• Yandere Cupid who… pleads and begs for affection, Only to be smug afterward.
Awhhhh honey, You just missed me so much, huh?~
• Yandere Cupid who… loves and adores you. They keep their Murderous and possessive side away from ur pretty lil eyes.
I'm home darling… come give me a kiss..~
• Yandere Cupid who… in the end, expects you to be a good spouse. Loyal to them and only them. But they don't mind a brat, after all.. they love taming naughty darlings~
Oh, darling.. don't look away from the mirror, Look at yourself! You were so high and mighty.. what happened to that?~
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Is it obvious I'm bad at writing smut? It probably is but pay no mind! I hope you enjoyed reading, as I enjoyed writing it!
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Lose Control - Gojo Saturo
Summary : Gojo doesn't like how much time you've taken away from him with your new college classes. So he does something about it.
Words : 4k
Pairings : Female Reader x Gojo Saturo
Warnings! Manipulative behavior. Ice play. Bondage. Reader gets tied up. Fingering. Cream pies.
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@goth-mami-writer my babe who simps with me over toxic characters ❤️ and @paulii7 ❤️
Saturo can't stand the sight of you walking away from him. How could you do this to him after he'd given you everything? Has he not been good to you? Had he not given you everything that you'd ever want? But here you are, walking away from him after trying to break up with him. Key word there. Trying. He wasn't about to let you go.
Gojo's long legs eat up the distance, and his hand catches your wrist, grip tight enough to have you wince and whip around to stare at the white-haired man. He doesn't let you go, and whatever scathing remark you had died on your tongue when Gojo drops to his knees, pressing his forehead to the hand he clutches.
“You can't leave me, _,” Saturo whines, tone broken and pleading, but demanding and insistent. He looks up and over his sunglasses, catching your gaze, unwavering.
“You belong with me. How many times have I told you that I'm no good being alone?”
You say nothing, have nothing to say to the broken man kneeling on the ground before you. He'd hurt you, betrayed your trust. You couldn't let him convince you to stay.
“I lose control when you're not next to me. Can't you see that I'm falling apart in front of you? Are you trying to make a mess of me?”
How could Saturo sit here and say all this as if he hadn't ripped your heart in two? You had caught him in your bed with another woman. Some blonde bimbo with tits bigger than her brain. Had he been trying to make you jealous? The bastard had only succeeded in hurting you.
You stay quiet. Gojo doesn't deserve anything from you.
Saturo forces your hand to hold his face, slotting his fingers between yours and pressing his cheek to your palm. His blue eyes glisten in the streetlights and you are reminded that you are outside your apartment where everyone can see the spectacle that your soon to be ex-boyfriend is making. You feel yourself breaking at the seams, and you grip the shoulder of his expensive shirt, pulling him up.
“Get up. You're making a fool out of yourself.”
The white-haired man stumbles to his feet, keeping your hand clutched close to his chest, and his free arm wraps around your waist, a sigh escaping him. He knows that you just hate causing a scene.
“I knew you'd come around, baby. You know how addicted I am to you,” Gojo croons and ignores the way you shove at his chest with your free hand. He drops a kiss to your hair and pivots back to the apartment.
Saturo doesn't let you out of his grasp. Even when you are both inside the apartment, he drags you to the couch, sitting and manhandling you on his lap. Finally, he lets your wrist go, and you are quick to snatch your arm back, pulling it close to examine. There are red indents, each one the size of Gojo's fingers, and you frown at the marks, chest feeling tight.
“Awe, look what you've made me do, Baby. I'll fix you all up once we're done here, yeah?”
You stay silent. This isn't the first time Saturo has left marks, but this is the first time he's ever gone so far as to kiss another woman, much less bring one to your apartment. Your stomach churns, and you lick your lips, eyes flicking up to catch one's filled with a sick satisfaction.
“Why?”
Gojo blinks, tilting his head like a confused puppy like he had no earthly idea what you're talking about. The look of innocence infuriates you, and you lash out, slapping his chest with a loud smack. He catches your wrist when you go to do it again, squeezing the tender flesh harshly. You gasp when he jerks you close, lips grazing your own as he rests his brow against yours.
You're so problematic, such a bad habit to break myself away from.”
A pout curls his mouth when he sees frustrated tears well up in those pretty eyes of yours. He sighs, the arm around your waist tightening and pulling your impossibly closer, your legs bracketing his hips.
“How else was I supposed to get your attention, Baby. You’ve been so busy, and I've felt neglected, you could say.”
You hate yourself for the way your body reacts to how he touches you, heating up and erupting in goosebumps when you feel Saturo shift underneath you. You know exactly what he meant, and unfortunately, Gojo was right.
But he'd been the one pushing you! Had encouraged you to use your time and go to school like you've always wanted. He even paid for all of your classes! Always assuring you that he would take care of everything. You should have known better.
“I just knew that the best way to make you see was to bring someone else around, and look how well it worked out for us, baby,” Saturo gushes, and frowns when you continue to silently cry. He sighs and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, tasting the salty tears that spill down your cheeks.
“I did that for you,_. I thought you'd be a bit more grateful,” Gojo sighs heavily, leaning back and taking you with him, pressing your face in the crook of his neck and rocking back and forth as if you were a child.
“Don't worry, Sweetheart. We’ll take you out of those classes. That way, we won't have to worry about this happening ever again.”
You feel trapped like a spooked rabbit. How could you argue against this when you had willingly let him take over for you, had allowed this man so much sway in your life? Gojo Saturo had you so wrapped up in his own being that you didn't know where you ended, and he began anymore. Could you ever escape this man?
“But first. I think you need a lesson on how to say Thank You.”
You tense at those dangerous words, And try to push up from how he has you smooshed against his chest, but he just holds you tighter. One arm sneaks under your ass while the other keeps you pressed tight as Gojo stands, long legs loping to the bedroom where you'd caught him earlier. You begin to struggle again when he tries to lay you down, shoving at his shoulders and kicking your legs to try and get away from him. You don't want to do anything in the bed he had another woman in.
Strong hands grip your shoulders and shove you into the mattress, and Saturo crawls on top of you, easily pinning you down with his weight. He tosses his glasses to the side and levels you with a piercing glare that makes you tremble.
“You're breaking my heart trying to get away from me, baby. Why are you making me do this?” Saturo murmurs, talking to you as if all this is your fault.
“How can I make you see that you just can't be without me?”
You throw your head back, bucking your hips to try and dislodge him, but Gojo is far too heavy and so much stronger than you would ever be. Tears stream down your face, and you begin to cry in earnest, fear mingling with your rising defeat.
“I don't want to be with you anymore!”
A big hand is slapped over your mouth, preventing you from spilling anything else, and you look up, wide eyes meeting furious blue ones. Gojo leans down, and you can feel him breathing harshly through his nose.
“That is enough. You're acting like a spoiled brat, _. I don't understand why you want to act this way.”
What? How could he not understand?
He sits back, a contemplative frown on his face. He needed you, and you still wanted to leave him. You weren't being a very good girlfriend.
Eventually, he rolls his eyes, and you watch him lean back over you and mess with something at the edge of the bed. Your heart flies into your throat when Saturo gathers both your wrists in one hand, and you look back to see a length of thick black rope in his other hand.
“I was saving this as a surprise for later, but I think you need this, now.” Gojo rumbles and loops the rope around your wrists, tying them together tight enough that the rough material pricks at your skin.
“Saturo, stop please,” you whine and tug at the rope when he lets your wrist go, wincing when it digs even more into your skin.
Gojo ignores you, even though it makes him ridiculously giddy to hear you say his name. He slides down the bed, eyeing the rather modest looking outfit that you wear, and then reaches up to flick the button of your pants open. He hooks the waistband and makes sure to catch the elastic of your panties before he begins to tug them down. It's a battle with the way you continue to thrash about, but that doesn't stop the white-haired man from baring you to the cool apartment air.
He shifts off the bed, grabbing one smooth leg and knotting it around your ankle. He does the same with your other leg, and then stands back to admire his handiwork.
You lay spread out on the bed, all tied up and ready for him like the perfect gift. He has an excellent view of your pretty pink cunt, all that he needs to make you forget all about this little incident. You watch Gojo round the bed, and he sticks a fluffy pillow under your head, making sure that you would be comfortable until you learned your lesson.
“Just one last thing, baby. And then we can start,” Saturo murmurs, tone gentle as if he is assuring you, and then he is turning away and leaving, making panic settle tight in your chest.
“Do not leave me here, Saturo,” you hissed through your tears. He wouldn't just tie you up and go, would he? You had no idea. Gojo had always been far too unpredictable.
He doesn't answer you, instead he almost skips to the kitchen to fetch the first half of his supplies. Saturo grabs a bowl from the cabinet and fills it with ice cubes from the fridge. Next are a pair of scissors that he tucks in his back pocket. When he gets back to the bedroom, a delighted grin lights up his face at just seeing you all strung up. He sets the bowl of ice and the scissors on the nightstand then tugs open the drawer, long fingers retrieving a black eye mask that he lifts up to show you.
“You should know better to think I'd do that, baby. You were trying to leave me. Or am I remembering this wrong?”
You glare at Saturo, and he just grins even wider down at you. Both of you know that he is right.
Satisfied, Gojo slips the blindfold over your eyes, and you shiver at losing your sight. There was little you could do, and you feared this would only get worse if you tried to fight back, so you vowed to give Saturo as little reaction as possible. He loved how reactive and loud you could be for him in bed, so you would take what you could away from him.
Saturo hums as he works, grabbing the scissors and crawling on the bed to settle in between your legs. He watches you break out in goosebumps when he slides the cool metal up along your leg, his free hand gathering the edge of your shirt to hold it steady as he begins to cut the thin material off. Once that is done, Gojo tosses the tattered shirt to the floor and then goes for your bra.
It's one of the many that he'd bought for you. The cups fit your flushed tits perfectly, in a deep purple made out of soft, expensive material. One of his favorites.
“Did you wear this for me, Baby? It's such a shame that we've got to get rid of it,” Gojo coos and then snips it by the straps and up the middle, between the valley of your breasts. He tosses it and the pair of scissors to the floor, no longer needing them now that you've got nothing left to cover yourself.
Quiet tears soak the blindfold that you wear. Fuck Gojo Saturo. Of course you'd worn it for him, excited to tell your boyfriend about the exam you were pretty sure you'd passed in your last class of the day. You wanted him to be proud of you. Instead Saturo devised some awful plan in some misguided attempt to get your attention. So you wouldn't be saying a damn thing.
Saturo expels a love sick sigh, blue eyes half lidded and dreams as he takes his precious girl in. You look beautiful like this, and Gojo kicks himself for not doing this sooner. He could properly worship you this way, lave all the attention he wanted to your shivering body, and you could do nothing to stop him. He knew that deep down, your heart was just as black and twisted as his own.
His long fingers find your right nipple, and he pinches the bud between two fingers and then rubs the pad of his thumb along the peaked tip. The sensation feels tenfold with your lack of sight, and you have to bite your lip to keep from making any noise.
Gojo pouts when you don't give him the reaction that he wants. Fine. Be stubborn. He releases your nipple and then leans over you to gather his bowl of ice and sets it between his knees. He then selects an icecube that shines in the low light of their apartment. His free hand gathers your left breast, his thumb sweeping just under your nipple, and then presses the ice cube against your flesh.
You jerk in your bonds, hips twitching and wrists pulling at your bonds, and teeth digging into your lower lip. The rope shifts and slides against the thin skin of your wrists, but you hardly notice it.
Saturo slides the ice against your nipple, making the bud pebble, before he leans down and sucks it into his mouth, the heat a direct contrast that makes you suck in a sharp breath. His teeth nip you, and then he is pulling away to press the ice cube back to the abused tip.
Your chest is covered in cool water, and pleasure zings up your spine every time Saturo presses a new ice cube to your flushed skin, tracing your curves and leaving behind a trail of water that he licks up with a scorching tongue. Your nipples ache from the cold, and your lip feels raw from how harshly you've bitten down to stay quiet.
Gojo scoots down the bed, bringing his mostly empty bowl with him. This ice cube in his fingers slides down your chest, circling your navel for half a second before he pushes it lower, and he finally hears a broken whine fall from your lips when cold water slides down your pelvis to dampen the sheets. A grin spirits his face, and he focuses on his task at hand.
“That's it, baby. Breathe for me,” Saturo coos, and grabs one plush thigh, leaning in to trail kisses from your knee up to your hip bone. He sucks dark marks into your skin, leaving behind a painting that only he would ever have the honor of viewing. He rises and then gathers the last ice cube, slipping it into his mouth before pressing his face between your thighs, nose buried in the neat patch of hair above your cunt.
His hands land on your inner thighs, and you grunt when his thumbs stroke the soft flesh of your folds, eyes opening under the blindfold only to see blackness reflected back at you. Gojo opens his mouth, and the combination of cool water and his hot tongue pressed against your clit makes you buck up, body seeking that delightful pleasure. You hate how easily you’ve broken.
His tongue is sinful, the muscle lapping at your leaking cunt like a dog enjoying its favorite meal. Your back bows off the bed, arms jerking and wrists lighting up with pain when the thick rope prevents you from moving. The sounds that leave Saturo are obscene, the white-haired man humming and moaning as if your pussy was the best thing he'd ever tasted. To him it was.
Gojo's thumbs catch your folds, this time opening you up for him so that he can flatten his tongue and slide it from end to end, swirling it around your clit and smearing his face with your slick. The ice is long gone by now, melted and swallowed down by Saturo. His thumbs massage your folds, and he groans when you spill against his tongue.
You are incredibly close, the tension in your lower half spooling tighter and tighter until it breaks when the bastard between your legs sucks your clit between his lips, two long fingers teasing at your entrance. He shoves them inside your fluttering cunt as you come, and your jaw unlocks, a broken keen falling from your lips as you grind down on his hand. He strokes your walls, prolonging your orgasam as long as he can before slowing to a stop, though he does not remove his fingers from you.
You lay still on the bed, shivering from the water that still clings to your flesh, attempting to catch your breath.
Saturo smirks, feeling victorious, but he is far from done with you. He needs it to stick that you are stuck with him. He would ruin you. No other could do what he could for you.
He starts the rhythm right back up the moment you seem to settle, but your teeth clamp down on your lip and Gojo is hurt that you wouldn't make any more lovely sounds for him. He spreads his fingers, scissoring them back and forth and stretching you for the third one that he slides in along the others. You twitch in your restraints and Saturo can't help the huff that escapes his chest.
“I don't know why you're still fighting, Baby. You should know by now that I'll never let you leave me. What more can I do to make you see that I'm shackled to you?”
Gojo leans in close, looming over your body. His white hair dusts against your face, and you can feel his harsh breathing, his lips hovering just above your own. He watches you, blue eyes catching any micro expressions that cross your features. You are so beautiful to him. Always so eager for his attention, and it had angered him when that want for him to begin to wane. Putting him off over and over when he began seeking you, always claiming you were busy.
A satisfied smirk crosses his lips. Not anymore. Saturo would make sure to pull you from those dastardly classes the first thing in the morning. Gojo was influential like that. Then you wouldn't have a choice but to stay home with him where he could pamper you to his heart's content.
He glances down, pouting when he sees that your bottom lip is still trapped between your teeth. Saturo couldn't kiss you if you were still being stubborn. Hmm. He would have to be quick.
His thumb finds your clit and he presses harsh half circles against the over stimulated bud. You gasp and release your lip just like he wants when the sudden pressure sends you over the edge for the second time this evening. Gojo takes his chance and slots his lips against yours, tongue snaking into your mouth to curl around your own in a lewd dance. You whine into the kiss, body pliant and automatically kissing Saturo back.
Gojo groans into the kiss, lanky body bowing forward and fingers pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. The sounds the two of you make are lewd and obscene, making a blush light up on your cheeks and your pussy clench around those sinful fingers. You had no idea how much control Saturo had over you until now.
The longer he kisses you, the more you break. What if he was right? He'd told you up front that he was a powerful man with more connections than you could count. Even if you did get away, Gojo Saturo would find you no matter how long it would take him.
You break the kiss when oxygen becomes too important, turning your head away to suck in air. Saturo’s lips find your neck, and he takes his time in kissing up and down the delicate flesh there, nipping your collarbone hard enough that you wince. Defeat chokes you, and your voice is hardly audible when you speak up.
“You win.”
Your words halt Gojo in his tracks, and an unbearable joy begins to swell in his chest. A grin breaks out across his face, and he nuzzles his face along yours. He knew that you'd see reason eventually.
“No fooling, baby?” Saturo demands and presses kisses along your face, happiness spilling out of every pour. His lips find yours again, not being able to help himself from showering you in them.
You shake your head, a reluctant smile gracing your lips. His boyish joy never failed to get to you. Damn him.
“No fooling,” you repeat quietly and then curse loudly when the hand between your legs starts up again for half a second, and then he is pulling his hand away. The blindfold is tugged off your face, and you make a face as your eyes adjust to the light.
Saturo hovers over you, looking more debauched than you feel. His eyes shine like the sky, and you find yourself lost in their depths, caught once more within his gravitational pull.
“Tell me you love me.”
His demand has you swallowing harshly. You both know that it would be a lie, but you don't think that Saturo cares about that. Not when he'd have you for as long as he wanted.
“I love you.”
Those three words seem to snap him into action. Saturo can't get his clothes off fast enough, almost falling off the bed when his leg gets tangled in his pants and the loose sheets. He releases your sore ankles and settles back between your legs, throbbing cock in hand as he lines himself up with your prepped cunt. You toss your head back with a hiss when he sinks all the way in, hips flush with his own as he hikes your legs up around his waist.
“Fuck, Baby,” Gojo snarls, and burries his face in the croon of your neck, one hand sliding into your hair while the other winds around your waist, keeping you pressed flushed to his sweaty body, “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
A broken whine leaves his throat, and his hips jump up, his cock dragging along your walls. He is already so close, and the way your cunt flutters around him has Gojo seeing stars already. He shifts higher up on his knees, making your bend and pumps in and out, his dick catching your sweet spot and making you tighten impossibly more around him.
“Again,” Saturo demands. He unravels his arm from around your waist, skilled fingers finding your clit and pinching it between two of them. You shout his name, tears coming to your eyes and threatening to spill.
“I love you.”
Saturo comes with a soft cry of your name, pushing forward and shoving his cock in as far as physically possible. Hot cum paint your walls, and you follow after him seconds later, arms jerking down, but the rope stalls you. You repeat the offending phrase over and over, until Gojo slows to a stop, though he doesn't pull out.
He slumps over you, cuddling close for a while and basking in the way your pussy still milks his dick for all its worth. He had zero plans on stopping anytime soon, Saturo had to make sure that you'd never try something like this again.
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The sounds guns make or similar loud noises used to trigger Annaleigh's PTSD. I feel like as she got older and spent more time in The Deadly Vipers, she probably would've gotten over it. Which has me thinking I'll keep her backstory the same in the main verse.
#— ✿ ooc.#— ✿ out of character.#— ✿ you're not alone here not at all let me belong here break my fall. › headcanons.
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