#Blind Hiccup
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Astrid: Did you stay up all night?
Hiccup: Well not aaaaaall night.
Astrid:
Hiccup: I got at least an hour of sleep.
#Httyd#httyd 2#httyd 3#hiccup how to train your dragon#astrid#astrid hofferson#astrid haddock#httyd astrid#astrid httyd#hiccup#hiccup haddock#hiccup horrendous haddock iii#httyd hiccup#hiccup httyd#rtte hiccup#hiccstrid#help the ADHD boy with his time-blindness
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why am i having such intense hiccup and astrid feelings tonight it is 2023 i though i was like 6 years past that
#does anyone remember that rtte ep where he has to pull her out of the ocean and he's holding her so tight on the way back to dragon's edge#or when she's blinded and he's her only guide#actually looking back those writers really put astrid through it like what DIDN'T happen to that girl#or when she gets so nervous about the gift for him 😭#but like??? he literally said 'there will always be a hiccup and astrid' what even WAS that 😭😭😭#httyd#hiccstrid
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in case anyone needed (or wanted) a vibe check - hiccstrid only date for like,,, a few months but have an engagement period of 2ish years
#rosi shitposts#httyd#httyd rtte#race to the edge#how to train your dragon#hiccup haddock#astrid hofferson#astrid haddock#hiccstrid#the two of them dont properly Get Together until#rtte s4 e11 blindsided#when astrid goes blind and hiccup is Worried AF#only then do they start dating#and then at the end of season 6 or smth is when theyre off finding betrothal gifts#so yeah#theyre engaged through the entirety of#httyd 2#youre welcome
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My OC Zyrah swordfighting with Hiccup after she becomes blind
Redraw of an older piece
#hiccup horrendous haddock lll#zyrah trygstad#blind oc#HTTYD OC#httyd fanart#httyd#this redraw was like 3 or 4 years in the making lmao#maybe I should actually start posting my fanart here more often#considering my Insta reach is almost nonexistent#haha help me
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my english is (very) bad so i translated through a translator from my native language 🤙 i just want to share
idea: @moonset98 💚
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"you know" the cool sea wind caressed the snow-white hair, strand by strand, while Jack's fingers slowly fingered the still summer green grass "it seems to me that your eyes are like this sedge"
the blind gaze ran thoughtlessly through the clouds, as if he could somehow feel them, feel something that other people don't have, they can't have. Jack looked dreamy and a little sad, and a little disappointed, and it seemed to Hiccup that Jack could easily be carried away by a cold, salty wind to far, far places, where he and toothless had not yet been. Hiccup gets scared: stupid thoughts, the wind can't lift a person so easily, and even take him for himself, just childish nonsense; but he takes Jack by the hand, picking through the grass.
Jack wasn't scared — it's like he always knows what's going on around him, feels something inside, and always knows who's doing what - and now he just smiled a little softer and lowered his blind gaze right at him.
"your eyes are so easy to feel" Jack sounds a little strange and Hiccup, as usual, gets lost; listens. "the look is sharp, as if you cut yourself with grass, and every time your fingers tingle afterwards, but you still touch, stroke, and you want to feel, you know?"
the hand stopped; it froze in the grass, slightly pressed by the wind, and it seemed to Hiccup that it seemed to be petrified. Jack turned to face the wind and slightly squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the grains of salt on his skin. Hiccup can't do that; Hiccup just feels like the wind is freezing his face and baking his eyes from the sea, and he doesn't have this understanding of how to feel every tiny crystal lifted by the air from the water. it seems to him that Jack is not a man at all; maybe he is a elf or a child of mysterious fairies who seemed human, but there is something inhuman, incomprehensible and wonderful about him. for example, to feel the smallest grains of salt on your weathered cheeks.
"you're thinking loudly, Hiccup" Jack laughs easily and embarrasses Hiccup to reddened ears, and looks at him with his pale eyes, it gets creepy; they always look so meaningfully, right into you, and it seems that all this is a sham, and he sees everything around perfectly. jack laughed, but then the smile slowly faded. "i don't remember the bright colors anymore" he bent down and began to move his hand around the grass; Hiccup squeezed the other a little tighter "i don't remember the sunset sky, autumn forests, the shine of snow in the full moon, but I remember how I felt it all"
Jack raised his head to the clouds, slowly stretching one after another somewhere far away. his eyes are narrowed; pale eyelashes gently frame the contour, making his eyes softer and merging with the whiteness of the iris, he inhales the salty breeze and the smell of the imminent cold, as if trying to understand from it how nature looks around now.
"and you feel like the sun" Jack abruptly lowered his head to Hiccup, getting closer to his face. he raised his hand and with cold fingers gently touched the cheeks of the recoiling Hiccup, stroking the freckles and small scars. "you have freckles here, right? little kisses of the sun"
and he laughs so softly that Hiccup is almost sure: no, Jack just can't be human.
#jack frost#hiccup#rise of the guardians#how to train a dragon#hijack#for my dear friend yeah#fic: jack is blind
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Joel Hokka? More like Joel Hikka cause he does make some weird sounds.
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i don't want to go to the city psychiatrist waaah
#not art#my dog has hiccups this mornin and breathing problems regularly#n o one seems to understand that i dont want to leave him alone#he's blind but he eventually realizes when i leave#but everyone's like hE'Ll Be OkAy#or even 'he is old who cares ifhe dies. everything dies eventually'#like bitch??? im the one who has to bury him when he does???
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Vocabulary List for Fight Scenes
Combat Actions
Hoist
Dart/Dash
Deflect
Shield
Sidestep
Snatch up
Stalk
Stamp/stomp
Stretch
Stride
Wagger
Oust
Leap
Lose ground
Mimick
Mirror
Negate
Overpower
Parry
Rear to full height
Resurgate
Suanter
Seize
Take cover
Throttle
Twirl
Unleash
Withdraw
Entwine
Flee
Gain ground
Grasp
Cling to
Breach
Duck
Dodge
Hits
Amputate
Bloody
Carbe
Castrate
Collision
Connect
Crush
Defenestrate
Destroy
Disfigure
Dismember
Dissever
Grind
Maul
Perforate
Rend
Riddle with holes
Saw
Smack
Splatter
Sunder
Torn Asunder
Traumatize
Whack
Writhe
Gut
Hammer
Maim
Mangle
Plow
Puncture
Melee
Assault
Attack
Barrage
Bash
Belebor
Bludgeon
Carve
Chop
Cleave
Clio
Club
Crosscut
Dice
DIg
Gore
Hack
Impale
Jab
Kick
Knock
Onsalught
Pierce
Plnt
Punch
Rive
Shove
Skewer
Slice
Smash
Stab
Strike
Sweep
Swipe
Swing
Transfix
Thrust
Visual Flair
Agony
Asphyxiate
Chock
Cough up bile
Cut to ribbons
Flop limply
Fractue
Freckled with blood
Gouts of blood
Grimane
Hemorrhage
Hiccup blood
Imprint
Indent
Resounding
Retch
Rip
rupture
Shiny with gore
Spew
Splash
Slumped in despair
Splatter
Split
Tear
Topple
Void
Vomit
Wedge
With a fell gaze
With a fiendish grin
With blank surprise
Audible Flair
Bang
Barking
Bong
Boom
Crack
Cackle
Clang
Clash
Crash
Cry
Echo
Elicit a curse
Frunt
Hiss
Howel
Hum
Moan
Muttering
Whoosh
Whistle
Whizz
With a keening cry
Thud
Thunk
Thawk
Splat
Snarl
Swoosh
Squeal
Sing
Sickening Pop
Silintly
Shriek
Shout
Snap
Thundering
Effects
Blind
Burn
Cause frostbite
Cauterize
Concussion
Combust
Daze
Dazzle
Deafen
Disintegrate
Electrocute
Freeze
Fuse flesh
Immobilze
Incinerate
Melt
Pralyse
Petrify
Purbind
Radiate
Reduced to
Shock
Sightless
Stun
Transiluminate
Death Blows
Annihilate
Behead
Decapitate
Disembowel
Eviscerate
Extirpate
Murder
Obliterate
Raze
Exterminate
#writers and poets#writing#poets and writers#writers on tumblr#creative writers#let's write#resources for writers#helping writers#writeblr#creative writing#write#writer#writer things#writer problems#writer community#writerscommunity#writer stuff#writer on tumblr#author#writers#writer's block#writer's problems#writer's community#writer's life#writer's thoughts#writers of tumblr#writers block#writers community#writers corner#vocabulary
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#618: GOOD GOLD DIGGERS AND INQUIRING MINDS
mike and travis discuss the following topics….
who’d kill who?
bo knows hiccups….
the fast and the furious franchise….
richard dreyfuss: the travis take
nickelback vs. snow blind revival
1989: a tribute to taylor swift
potw: to catch a killer/a man called otto
well, bye.
https://mcdn.podbean.com/mf/web/eyxdes/wfod53023x.mp3
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#A MAN CALLED OTTO#BO JACKSON#BOYCOTT#bud light#CLUB RANDOM#comedy#HICCUPS#KING KONG#MNM&039;S#nickelback#PODCAST#RICHARD DREYFUSS#SNOW BLIND REVIVAL#target#taylor swift#THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS#TO CATCH A KILLER#WHO WOULD WIN
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Crybaby!Reader that constantly tries to hide from Slasher!Konig
Konig finds you by the traces of your tears. By the little sobs and hiccups, he can hear from around the corner. From your little form, squish it into a ball and put it somewhere in the tight spot. Always gets you before you could get stuck and hurt yourself for real. Tears are making you half blind, and he has to haul you over his shoulder with. tight squeeze of your ass. Has to force you to finally shut up your whining and be a good victim. God, how fucking much he adores your tear-strained face and the wet of your cheeks.
Sometimes Konig likes to play with you. Put you into a forest with nothing but his shirt and some boxer briefs on, getting your feet into a much bigger boots, pairs of socks tucked inside so you could walk. Makes you run, knowing that you'd fall somewhere half on the way, that you'd try to scream and cry for help, but no one would came. You would trip over a random stone on the ground and fall, calling for Konig instead. Like a properly trained puppy, you always return to your owner when you're hurt. Push your wet face in his chest and sob all the way to his house. Grasp his hand and squeeze your face against the rough skin. Crying so much, you're dehydrated after, and Konig has to feed you sport drinks. Drop by drop.
Sometimes he doesn't let you go immediately. Sometimes he grabs you by your hips as you got stuck in something, desperately trying to wiggle your way out - and then he would spread your legs as much as he can, pushing his cock in your wet, warm pussy. Sometimes he would laugh and spank you a little, listening to your sobs as you beg him to let you cum - or to let you go. He doesn't quite know, not yet, at least. Always humiliating you, saying just how adorable you look with your wet pussy dripping on the ground - he fucking adores you, his little victim. As much as you might hate to admit it.
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This was giving your dad!ghost :((
Ghost does not handle any of his girls getting hurt well. He's been through actual hell and yet it's sitting in the hospital while his kid gets patched up that sends him into a spiral. So here's Cowboy!Ghost dealing with his kids getting hurt:
It happens in a split second. Mary's on the pony and then she isn't, the usually docile animal panicking and trying to get as far away from the wailing little girl as possible. Ghost vaults the fence while you try to corral the pony and skid to a stop next to his daughter. Big fat tears roll down her face, her little hand smearing snot over her cheek as her other arm hangs bent at her side. Simon's stomach churns, he knows a break when he sees one, and he's seen plenty. They've never set his nerves on edge like this one.
He shushes his daughter, gathers her in his arms as carefully as he can, trying not to jostle the break more than necessary. It's heart breaking to hear her cry like this, her hiccupped sobbing as she presses her face against Simon's shoulder and tells him "it hurts daddy" makes blind panic seize him. Fuck's sake he's broken arms before, he's been shot, hung by his ribs, buried alive, but somehow hearing his daughter cry twists a knife so deep in his gut it hurts worse than death always seemed to.
Simon holds her the whole way to the hospital. He lets her wipe her snot all over his shirt and soak his shoulder with her tears. His baby, his poor little girl. He should've been watching the horse, he should've been keeping a closer eye on her. He holds Mary's hand (the good one) and imagines all the worst case scenarios that could happen while you talk to the doctor. Simon almost rips the man's hand off when he touches Mary's arm and she whimpers.
Ghost sits in the ice cream shop with his daughter in a bright pink cast, watching you help her put stickers on it and thinks there's no way he can go through this again. He's bubble wrapping this girl.
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A sharp cry of a scream, quickly cut off with a sniffled whine. Ghost whips the door open to see his daughter holding her fingers tight against her chest. She looks up at him with a glare that could almost rival yours as you ask what happened from the other room
"Daddy closed the door on my fingers!" Bibi yells back, her pout reinforced by the tears blossoming in her eyes.
"Baby," Simon chokes, reaching for her. Bibi turns tail and runs off to her room with a sniffle and a:
"No! I hate daddy!"
Simon feels something break in him, and drops to his knees. He presses his hands over his eyes, tries to get a grip on what's slipped loose inside him. You wander out of the baby's room to check on the situation and Simon looks up at you like he's killed someone. The hollowness in his eyes when he drops his hands makes you raise a brow. Simon takes a deep breath and you have to stuff down your smile when he tells you:
"I hurt her," with all the severity of a deathbed confession, "She hates me."
"Si..." Your lips pull tight, he doesn't appreciate your humor in his failures as a father, "she's three."
It takes a bit of coaxing to get Simon up and into the girls' room, even more to get him past the doorway once he see Bibi laying facedown on her toddler bed crying. He feels big and out of place sitting on the little bed, even more so settling a hand on his daughter's back. It feels awkward, like it isn't enough to make up for the sin he's committed. How could he ever think he could have children, he's not made for this.
She turns to look at him, pouting, it breaks his heart. "Lemme see your fingers baby," He implores, helping the little girl sit up. She holds her hand up and he carefully inspects the little digits, all red and bruised from where he'd closed the bathroom door on her. He kisses the tip of her fingers and she gives a watery little laugh. "I'm so sorry Abs," He tells his daughter pulling her into a hug as she wraps her little arms around his neck.
"I sorry too daddy," she tells him and Simon sighs with relief. She doesn't hate him. That's good.
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Jackie has to be the most accident prone kid on earth and she's going to be the death of her father. He doesn't remember two being such a dangerous age, but it feels like every time he turns around the kid has knocked her head on something or tripped or- something. Simon sweeps her up out of the way before a goat can butt its head against her. She giggles as he sets her on the other side of the paddock fence and watches her run after one of the barn cats. Only to face plant into the grass.
It seizes Simon's poor heart every time, watching like a hawk as she pushes herself onto her hands and knees and gets to standing again. "Ok Dad-dy," She tells him, the same way his other two do every time they fall. No tears, just a bruise or two. Now if he could just get her to keep this "no broken bones" attitude when she needed shots...
#simon ghost riley#x oc#cod x oc#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#x reader#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#oc: goose#oc: mary “frog” Price#oc: abigail “bibi” Price#oc: Jackie Price#simon riley x reader#simon riley#cowboy!ghost#cowboy au#baby jams#ghoul babies
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Ya’ll don’t know how much I love de-aged Danny prompts and fics.
The fluff, the cuteness, the absolute squishable potential of a little toddler Danny who allows his new siblings to rub at his cheeks as a form of therapy cause it’s so chubby and soft. 🥹
And when he gives a beaming smile when he’s bombarded by hugs and kisses; or when he’s kicking his little feet as he’s pulled through the sky by the armpits, his sibling rushing through the halls with him — that is magic. That is just 🥰 AAAAAAAH
But the potential of ANGST, is also my jam and I will blend this toddler in the slim of sadness while the bat family screams at me in the background like feral coyotes.
Like, bare with me for a second.
Danny Phantom who was captured.
Danny Phantom who was taken apart and put back together again.
Danny Phantom who kept loosing more and more until he was just a tiny little baby version of himself, trying to sustain his own life but knowing that soon he will cease to exist in all its entirety.
Danny Phantom who has been hurt for so long that he dreams. He dreams of a life that could have been, and would have been, had things not become so terrible. And he dreams of people, of friends, of places he isn’t even quite sure ever truly existed.
He dreams happily in his own head, unaware of the passage of time and his ever closing in second death, until he wakes up.
His dreams splinter and fade like mist when the sun breaks through the sky.
But there is no comforting warm light for him when he blinks, only a searing, indifferent and blinding white.
He’s scared, and confused, and damaged in a way that makes him want to throw up but nothing comes out.
He isn’t even sure what he does, but he’s not there anymore in the cold white rooms with sharp things and green looming containers. Instead he’s somewhere outside, stumbling on trembling weak legs that he’s certain are too short but he isn’t quite sure because his head hurts and he can’t really see when everything is spinning and — and —
His lip trembles.
There’s a lot of green and red.
He doesn’t think his tummy is supposed to do that.
Is it supposed to be green? Or is it supposed to be red? Was it supposed to be coming out at all? It hurts. It really, really hurts, and he doesn’t know what to do when he doesn’t even know who he had been.
But he tries to gather it up, pushing the reds and green underneath the cover of his open skin.
It’s supposed to be in there… right?
But it’s not staying. Why won’t it stay?
He sniffles, frustration, exhaustion, hurt, and childish confusion mixing itself so spectacularly that he begins to cry.
And then something big and heavy plops itself on the ground with him.
It was so startling that he hiccups into a stop.
He stares, hands wet and his spilling tummy very heavy, but he doesn’t mind it as the very big cat person blinks slowly back at him. Or maybe a bat?
Is it friendly?
It’s crouching very slowly, even speaking in soft words. It must be friendly! He didn’t know bat-cat people existed, but he liked it very much.
He gives his hands to the bat-cat, presenting his insides for help.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#de aged Danny#ya’ll don’t understand#my cuteness aggression will give him so much trauma
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Thomas cries a lot.
He's always been sensitive, every since he was a kid. The names other kids and hell, even adults called him cut deep every time he heard them.
Idiot.
Monster.
Freak.
Tears pluck at his brown eyes harshly as the majority of the schoolyard torments him, the teachers turning blind eyes to the mistreatment, too busy making their own comments about his mother and family to intervene.
"S-Stop--!" He hiccups, hands desperately covering his face as he shakes against the metal fence, "G-Give it back!"
"Come get it, Freak!" The little boy taunts him, holding the mask Thomas' mother made for him high in the air, the group of children around him erupting in laughter.
"HEY! What the hell's goin' on over here!?" Hoyt hollers as he yanks the bully up by his wrist, the kids mocking laughter interrupted as they scatter, "What the hell's wrong with you, boy!? Did your Daddy raise you to take shit that ain't yours!?"
Hoyt plucks the mask from the kid's hand as he shakes his head, wide eyed and scared at being caught red handed.
"That's what I thought, so why don't you scatter before I give him a call and tell him what the hell you've been doin'."
"Yes, sir!" The kid darts as soon as Hoyt lets him go.
"Little shit." Hoyt mutters, kneeling down to help Thomas put his mask back on, "Now, I done told you, Tommy, you can't cry everytime one of those little bastards says some shit to you. Man up, you're too damn old for all that whinin'..."
Thomas nods, wiping the tears from his red eyes as Hoyt takes him back to the truck.
Man up...
Man up...
That's what Hoyt and Monty always told him, their words not much kinder and cutting even deeper as they picked at him everytime he cried.
Over the years the tears eventually turned to anger, and isolation. Hiding himself away from everyone and everything around him, protecting himself from from harsh world around him.
...And then there was you.
Sweet, excitable, gentle you.
"...Tommy...!" Your voice is tired and sweet, clearly having just woken up when Thomas came in the room.
He watches as you stretch, waking up a bit more as you look up at him, a small smile on your face.
He's tired. It's written on his face, eyes droopy and shoulders slumping, standing over the bed, looking down at you.
"C'mere." You reach for him, hands grasping as you gesture for him to climb in bed.
He does as he's told, climbing under the covers and into your arms, melting into your warmth as he lays on top of you.
"Mmm..." You hum, relaxing as your arms wrap around him, your hands running up and down his back, sending shivers up his spine, "...My Thomas..."
He sighs at your words, melting even further against you as your hands gain rhythm and begin rubbing his aching muscles, working up and down his shoulders and back as he buries his face in your neck.
You lean your head against his, the smell of the shampoo you bought for him filling your nose as you continue rubbing his back, "...I love you..."
The arms around your waist tighten as he presses further into you, completely engulfing you in his presence.
How?
How is it possible for you to love him so incredibly, and so deeply that he doesn't even need to hear those words to know their truth? How could you possibly break down every piece of him, every broken part and hideous truth and still make him feel like the only thing that matters in the world?
You can feel him start to shake. He's been working so hard, for so long. He's exhausted, and worn down. His body is scarred and calloused. His mind is weary and weak.
And every insult, every hit, every bad thing that he's ever gone through was worth it, if it means he can feel this loved for the rest of his life.
You feel his tears before you see them, the quiver in his shoulders, the hiccups in your ear as he tries to hold it back.
"Oh, Tommy..." You mutter, kissing his hair as you rub his back, "It's okay, sweetheart, you can cry, I've got you..."
And for the first time in a long time, he does.
He cries into your shoulder, a shaking and sobbing mess as you patiently hold him through it, running your hands through his hair and rubbing his back as you coax him.
"There we go..." You coo as he pulls back, holding his face in your hands while you kiss his tear stained cheeks, his mask long forgotten before he climbed into bed, "Do you feel better, love?"
He nods, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxes against you again, feeling more relief than he has in years.
"Good..."
...Thomas cries a lot. After years of believing he was never good enough to be loved, of believing his place was being locked away in the basement, forever shielding himself from the world that hated him, he was proven wrong by a single person who loves him more than every good thing put together.
And that thought alone brings tears to his eyes.
#having thoughts#and feeling ways#thomas hewitt#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt x s/o#thomas hewitt x y/n#thomas hewitt x you#slasher fandom#slashers#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slasher x y/n
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Have Yandere alphas Suku and Yuuji with omega reader Smut
(Reader has pussy but this has They them pronouns used! Some dirty talk, pussy slapping, and some forced orgasms and dubcon themes! All characters depicted are 18 and up! I hope you enjoy!)
Honestly, you have no idea how things got this bad. First you were all having a nice little chit chat after a nice swim in the pool, then the next thing you know, you’re being held against Sukunas chest, arms to your sides, as Yuuji taunts and teases.
Sukunas massive cock was spearing you open, eyes rolling back as every thrust was calculated and aimed to make your brain melt with pleasure, all while the other two act more or less unphased as they begin asking lewd questions.
Your voice hiccups, trying to speak, but your face is so red as Sukuna pounds away even harder, biting and kissing along your neck to coax out more of those addictive little noises. You really had no idea how much these two craved you, how they wanted to breed you full over and over again, mark you as only theirs. It’s a good thing they’re getting started with that very lesson today and every day that follows.
While Sukuna is usually the mean one, Yuuji is just being cruel, coming up to whisper in your ear as he teases your clit and feels you twitching and throbbing. “What if I used my tongue? Hmm? Would your perfect little pussy like that, Y/N? “
You can only yelp, wincing in pain mixed with burning pleasure when Yuujis hand comes smacking down again and making you see blinding white. “I said- would your greedy, slutty cunt want my lips on it? Hmm? Think if I tongue fuck you with Sukuna balls deep you can squirt for us?”
You’re just gasping for breath, brain malfunctioning as your cunt spasms and clenches, making Sukuna groan and purr in delight as he begins to drag out his strokes. “Oh ho ho, they want it baby brother. I can feel them squeezing me for all I’ve got. “
You whimper, pathetic and fed up, eyes slamming shut as your face burns a deep scarlet. You aren’t a whore! You aren’t! Not...Not like THAT anyway-
"N-Not..not a-" you try to protest, but it's cut off when Yuuji's tongue curls inside of you, slipping between Sukunas cock and your fluttering walls as you gasp and feel that burning coil tightening once again. There’s no way-no! That’s so-
Your brain malfunctions, feeling Yuuji's tongue swipe around in circles as Sukuna’s cock buries itself to the hilt, stretching you out and stuffing you like you crave. By the second, you can feel your resolve and composure melting away.
"Mm hmm. Not a whore? Not a slut? Says the one creaming on our cocks and begging to be eaten out until they cry'' Yuuji snickers, using two fingers to stroke over Your clit a few times before he once again brings the palm of his hand down.
"Now answer us. Answer ME. Do you want my mouth on your tasty little snatch? Or do I need to discipline you some more?".
The heat in Yuujis words, the way Sukuna bit into your skin and rolled his hips so sinfully slow, staving off your orgasm once again. It's not fair- You aren't even given a real choice! You either agree or are punished until you say yes!
Why does that turn you on so much?!
"Y-Yes!" You more or less yelp, tensing up, feeling your breath being punched out of you almost when Sukunas hands come up to play with your nipples, that devilish smirk on his features as he meets Yuuji's eyes. "You heard them, Brat. Get to work. I want them covering my cock in their juices''.
Yuuji wastes no time, a drawn out groan passing his lips as he swirled his tongue around Your clit. He could never get enough of this, the taste, the way You moan and throw your head back, how you feebly try to push him away despite clearly enjoying it. It was so cute how you tried to deny yourself the pleasure the brothers could bring.
“Love your sounds baby” Sukuna pants, looking down to see how Your stomach gains a slight bump with every roll of his hips. “Gonna make you so pretty, so round and full of pups. Fuck, you’re gonna be so full-”.
“Pups?!” You whimper, trying to crawl away at that but being held down even tighter, your body forced to take the onslaught of pleasure as those filthy words make your stomach flutter. “W-We can’t! No! We-” You’re cut off, moaning deep and guttural as Yuuji's fingers are added, pressed directly inside of you.
It’s too much, it’s too good, you can’t help yourself, starting to have hiccuped breaths as Sukuna holds your hips firm. “We can. We’re going to. And you’re going to take it like a good little Omega.”
The dam breaks. Sukunas thrusts, Yuuji’s mouth, the possessive and dirty words being growled into your ear- You come undone, pleasure so intense you have tears down your cheeks as you climax, slick spurting from your spasming cunt and covering Yuujis face.
Yuuji is ravenous after that, pure alpha instinct taking over as he drinks in everything you have to give. Oh there’s no way in hell he’s ever passing on this experience ever again. He’ll tie You down and tongue fuck you that way if he must-
Yuuji just snarls, holding your legs apart as his tongue drags over his slick covered lips. "Fuck! I want to see you knock them up- Quit moving! You're gonna stay right here and get that pretty pussy bred deep ".
You can only mewl, your eyes rolling back as drool slightly dribbles from your lips, cunt clenching down /again/ and spasming as Yuuji holds your legs apart, watching as Sukuna breeds you possessively, like a beast staking a claim.
And really, Sukuna is. To think You could ever have anyone else, it made both men incredibly, unstably jealous.
"Fuck! Take it! Take it!" Sukuna nearly roars, being cruel like Yuuji as his fingers rub vicious circles around your sensitive clit, balls tightening and drawing up as his thrusts become more deep and greedy. “I'm gonna cum-Shit! Knocking you up, gonna breed you so fucking good-”
His teeth latch onto Your throat, biting down aggressively as his cum spills into that warm, tight cunt, his cock pulsing and twitching with every rope he releases.
Fuck.
He's ruined. Nothing else could ever be as addictive as your soft, warm, tight cunt drinking all Sukuna has to give.
"Fuck, just like that Y/N. You're doing so good. Gonna have that baby in you in no time, make you so round and soft and ours "
You take as many deep breaths as you can, chest heaving as sweat begins to cool on your skin. Words sound like water, everything is spinning, and all you can manage to make is soft little whines as Sukuna slowly slips out and watches as his cum leaks from your abused hole.
Yuuji just smiles, pressing Your legs towards your chest as he presses his face closer to the mess, dragging his tongue up and down the cum covered folds, all while You hiss between your teeth and try to hide your face.
“Mmm. It’s a shame your pussy hasn’t learned to hold onto every ounce of our cum…Guess we’ll have to train it then”
-Mommabean (Hope you liked! Feel free to tell me your thoughts!)
#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#mommabean#this was an edited fic I wrote and decided to share with y'all#yandere Sukuna#yandere Yuuji#yandere JJK#yandere male#poly yandere#yandere lemons#yandere smut#yandere dubcon#yandere noncon#yandere omegaverse#yandere alpha
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nightmares no more
pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader
genre: fluff, ceo au
w/c: 0.8k
summary: everyone wants yoon jeonghan and you were lucky enough to score him.
warnings: none
a/n: this right here is my man, love of my life, aaaaa i love him so much, also disclaimer this post used to be under my old url httphannie <3
It was already well past midnight and you were still sitting at your desk, paperwork laid out in front of you. To anyone it would look like an uncoordinated mess but you had everything in the right place. There were the legal documents that you were settling for the contract with another company and there were the marriage plans over there. Your bulletin board behind you was pinned with various arrays of dresses and contracts.
You rubbed your eyes, tired from the work. If you went to sleep now you wouldn't have the preparations for tomorrow's meeting ready, not to mention you had to go see the venue for the wedding with Jeonghan. Your week had been busy and you hadn’t gotten a good night's sleep in what seemed like forever.
Being the secretary of the CEO of the biggest company in the country and trying to balance planning your wedding was hard. You were constantly rushing everywhere; trying to get everything perfect. Not to mention the nightmares you had been getting. It was a big enough scandal when the press found out you were dating your boss but now they knew you were engaged to him.
Yoon Jeonghan was one of the most sought out bachelors in the country and even when the both of you had announced your relationship, there were still some delusional girls who would try to hurt you. Every night you woke up in a cold sweat, the same image of not being able to breathe and hands grabbing you from every angle haunted your mind. That was partly the reason why you were still up working.
There was a knock on the door and Jeonghan popped his head around. “I thought I told you to take a break.” You rushed to him, embracing him tightly, inhaling his comforting scent. “I missed you too, my love.”
It was as if the barriers that were protecting you fell apart and you felt tears start rolling down your eyes. You couldn’t stop them from falling while you hiccuped continuously. Jeonghan hugged you tighter, running his fingers through your hair, untangling the kinks.
“Why’re you crying? You're making your beautiful face look sad.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead as he stared at your glassy eyes.
“I don’t know.” You sniffled. “It’s just that I’ve got the contracts to prepare and then we have the wedding, not to mention all the nightmares I’ve been having. I just feel like I can’t do anything, you’re the one handling all those people, Hannie.”
Your fiance frowned, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “That’s not true. Who’s been handling all these business papers, even though I told them not to worry, and who’s been holding this wedding on their shoulders?” Jeonghan smiles. “There’s so much light in you that it blinds me sometimes. You’re a wonderful person and I love you, so it doesn’t matter what people think. Much less people who don’t even know you.”
“Why are you like this?” Your cheeks were still stained with tears but your lips were curled into a small smile.
“Like what?” Jeonghan gave you a cheeky grin, he blinked innocently up at you. “I’m just telling the truth. You stole my heart the moment I saw you.” He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest, before giving you a wink.
You giggled, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sweet when your lips touched, both of you had been so busy that it had been so long since you shared such an intimate moment. His lips were warm and you couldn’t help but feel at ease when he was with you.
Jeonghan picked you up suddenly which made you squeal. He didn’t let you say anything, carrying you out of your office and into your shared bedroom. He threw you down on the bed, arms pinning you both sides. A second of silence ticks by. You stared lovingly at your fiance before tugging him down onto you.
“Are you trying to seduce me, Yoon Jeonghan?”
“And what if I am, Y/n? Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for my charms already.” His tongue flicked over his bottom lip. You didn’t get to reply before a yawn escaped your mouth, your cheeks flushed and you diverted your eyes.
Jeonghan grinned and he leant down so his forehead was touching yours. He let out a light laugh. “Sleep, my love. I’ll keep the nightmares away.”
You knew you didn’t have a choice by the way he was looking at you, it was the same way he’d stare down his partners to get a good deal out of them. Reluctantly, you nodded, letting him tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.
“Take two weeks off, the company can survive without you 24/7.” Jeonghan placed a finger against your lips, knowing you were going to start protesting. “That isn’t a question, you’re far too stressed, just let me handle things.”
“But Hannie-”
“No.” He placed his hand on your cheek, the warmth spreading through his palm and across your face. “From now on, you’re not allowed in that office, you leave all the work to me. I’m the CEO for a reason Y/n. Promise?”
You sighed, knowing it was no use to try and protest. “Promise.”
Jeonghan smiled, placing a kiss on your cheek. “Sleep well, my love.”
#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan fluff#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#svt x reader#svt fluff#svt imagines#yoon jeonghan#yoon jeonghan x reader#jeonghan x you#jeonghan imagines#svt#seventeen#seventeen scenarios#jeonghan seventeen
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Neighbor
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: You're Matt Murdock's neighbor, and one night he hears you pray.
Words: Under 1k
A/N: I just be posting anything now lol wrote this in my notes app hope you like it!!!
The building was quiet most of the time, but unfortunately for Matt Murdock, that wasn't the case, ever. Most people couldn't hear apartments three doors down and the conversations that went on in them. But Matt could. And he could never avoid them.
He distracted himself from the outside noise with menial chores–cleaning whatever dishes were left in the sink, reorganizing glasses in the cabinet, and practicing his fighting. But when dusting and cleaning wasn't enough, when even the music he played couldn't drown out the noise, he tended to listen to a particular apartment: hers.
She lived alone. Right across the hall, diagonal from his own door. Of all the apartments he was forced to listen to day in and day out, hers was the most peaceful. The quietest. She didn't have loud conversations with anyone, she didn't have a dog who would bark in the middle of the night. Instead, she had a teapot on the stove that would whistle when ready; she spent most nights quietly flipping through pages of a book. She got up to that annoying phone alarm and trotted to the bathroom to get ready for work. Matt's not sure what she does, but sometimes he hears her come home late when he's about to get ready to patrol the streets as Daredevil.
Matt realized going over this in his head was a little more than creepy and trod the thin line of being a stalker, but his heightened senses and what they picked up on were unavoidable. The times he couldn't focus on anything else or tune out the other noises in the apartment he focused on hers because it was the most calming to his senses.
He's only run into her a handful of times on the rare occasion they both leave for work in the morning. One time, they both exited their apartments at the same time. She quietly waved good morning until she realized she waved at a blind man and then uttered a more audible "good morning." Most people would ignore the realization and awkwardly go about their day, but not her. She always made sure to say good morning from then on. Matt liked that–no, liked you.
Matt found himself eager to get home after work more often than not, in hopes of coming home at the same time as her. Anything to get a small interaction would be enough for him. Even if it was as small as her holding the door for him or wishing him a good night. He looked forward to these small interactions so much that if they didn't happen, Matt would have a much less than good day.
One night, though, when he was just about to let himself fall asleep after a rather rough night patrolling Hell's Kitchen, he heard her. He heard her in a way he hadn't before. From the hiccups, to the shaky breaths, and the lingering taste of salt in the air, he knew she was crying.
Matt shot up in bed as he began to listen more intently–what happened?
"Please, God," he heard her whispered prayer, "Please make sure I make it home safe and unharmed from work. Please. There's so much violence in this city and I'm scared to walk alone at night."
Matt took a shaky breath, gripping his silk sheets in his hands. She was scared, he confirmed. Well, rest assured, he thought. Tomorrow night, he would make sure she arrived home safely from work himself.
TO BE CONTINUED??? IDK.
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