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sanguineterrain · 1 month

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Your writing is so damn good, you execute every request perfectly 😭

Could you maybe write something where Dick's insecure partner wants to break up with him because their self-image is getting worse cause they feel they can't catch up to the Golden Boy reputation, superheroes, billionaires and so on?

hi, thanks for the request! I hope I did it justice :) a brief interlude from jaytodd before we return to our regularly scheduled program lol

dick grayson x gn!reader. low self esteem, an almost breakup, reader feeling insecure, threatened, sad. happy ending! 2.1k words

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You've been tugging at your outfit for ten minutes. At this rate, you'll have to concede that this is as good as it's going to get.

"My love, you almost ready?"

You sigh and watch your reflection fold its arms.

"Yeah," you say softly. "'M ready."

The door opens. Your heart swoops.

Dick is beautiful, as usual. Your boyfriend can do a lot, including fill a suit. Both your and his outfits were tailor-made because that's one of the perks of being the son of a billionaire.

Over and over, you'd insisted you could wear off-the-rack, and over and over, Dick had said that was silly, that Bruce wouldn't mind.

And it's true that what you're wearing flatters you better than anything from Macy's or Marshall's would've. But you know it won't help tonight. Not in a room full of Gotham's elite.

"Just as I suspected," Dick says, immediately draping his arms over your hips. "You're gonna steal the show tonight."

He's lying.

That voice in your head has gotten louder recently, and you don't know how to turn it off.

You kiss him instead of responding. Dick enthusiastically reciprocates, always delighted when you touch him. You used to think it would be enough.

But ever since you found out that not only are you dating a billionaire philanthropist with a face that makes angels weep, but that said guy is also arguably the most beloved hero in Gotham, maybe second only to the Batman (who's his freaking dad?!), you've begun to have doubts.

You pull back. Dick's tie perfectly sets off his eyes. They're bright as they look at you.

"Everything okay?" he asks, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"Uh-huh," you say, trying to smile. "Just nervous."

“Hey, it's alright. I'll be by your side all night. I'll save you from any and all small talk, promise." He winks. "And we can duck out early, get hot chocolate from that place you like. They won't care."

Dick's always doing that. Always catering to you. You're just some nobody who happened to stumble into the best relationship you’ve ever had with a golden god.

Dick never reminds you of that. That he could do better. He doesn't have to—you know it all on your own.

You swallow. “Okay. If you're sure. I... I would like to leave early, Gray."

“‘Course, baby,” Dick says, attaching his cuff links. "Anything you want."

You turn back to the mirror, wondering if you can reinvent your personality before you go and remind everyone what a mistake Dick Grayson has made in choosing you.

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The party is tasteful, though a little stuffy. You're only here because Dick is going to give a speech, and he asked you to come support him. And while you know it's better for him to go without you so you won't dull his shine, it seems Dick hasn't quite figured that out.

You hold onto Dick’s arm as he makes his usual rounds. Dick doesn't enjoy these events, you know that, but he's fluid in his interactions. There is no doubt he’s Bruce Wayne’s prodigy. With his suit, his hair, his easy posture, Dick is almost unrecognizable from when you woke up with him this morning.

He's in his element. All you can do is peer in and watch.

Dick leans in and slips a hand around your waist after the fourth interaction with a donor. A donor who, again, acted like Dick may as well have been dragging around a coat rack with how intently they ignored you. Not that you give a shit about what the one percent have to say about you, except sometimes they say a lot of mean things, things you're pretty sure they don't let Dick overhear, and sometimes you start wondering if Dick is the only person who can't see truth in what they say, and sometimes—

“Hey.” Dick leans in to talk in your ear. He's warm and solid. You wish that was a comfort. “You okay?”

You're exhausted.

“Uh-hmm.”

He is going to wake up one of these days and realize he can have it so much better.

Dick moves like he's about to say more, pull you closer and permeate your senses with his gold.

“Dickie!”

Sweet, tinkling laughter echoes across the room. The crowd parts for this new woman, an obvious socialite, dressed to the nines and gorgeous.

Her dress matches Dick's tie. You feel sick.

When she reaches you two, she wastes no time grabbing Dick and kissing his cheek. He extricates himself from her, like he's done a million times before with everyone else who thinks they're entitled to a piece of Dick Grayson. He shoots you an apologetic look. You look away.

“My God, it’s been what, ten years?” she says. Then she sees you. “Oh! Where are my manners? I’m Caroline Banesbury, Duchess of Middlesworth. I heard the Dickie Grayson was going to be here, and I had to come.”

“Been a while,” Dick says, smiling blandly. “How are you, Caroline?”

“Spectacular! Father just bought another castle. You should come and see it sometime.” She plucks a flute of champagne off of a passing tray and smiles behind the rim of the glass.

“Dick and I go way back,” she says, gaze roving over him. “I hear you're transforming Blüdhaven. Taking a page out of Bruce's book, hm? You always had a big heart, Dickie.”

She grabs his arm and links it with hers. You sigh and take a sip of your own drink. You half-wish Poison Ivy would come in and gas the room or something.

Dick clears his throat and maneuvers out of her grip once more, letting go of her with a light pat. He returns to you, snugly holding your shoulders.

"This is my partner," he says about you.

Caroline hums, looking over you. "I see. Pleasure."

You nod. She turns back to Dick.

“If I can be of any help to your project, you let me know,” she adds, glancing down at where her empty arm now hangs at her side. “Anything.”

“That's generous of you, Carrie.”

Dick and I go way back.

Oh. Right. You're stupid. They've dated.

“We should have dinner,” she continues. “Catch up. I'm dying to know what Gotham's darling has been up to.”

“I feel sick,” you announce.

Dick and Caroline turn to you. Caroline looks perplexed, like you've just said you like to chew concrete.

“Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” she says, hardly sparing you a glance. "Perhaps you ought to lie down."

You feel Dick's eyes on you. If you don't leave soon, he'll know you're lying. Possibly the worst part about dating Batman's protégé.

Suddenly, leaving this hall is the most important thing you've ever had to do. You feel like you'll die if you don't.

Your feet start moving.

"Baby—"

Anyway, this is Caroline's chance. She can swoop in with her trust fund and while you think Dick can do way better than her—he can always do better—anyone is better than you. For Dick Grayson, who has been a master acrobat since he was a child, son of Batman, leader of the Titans, indubitably intelligent, capable, beautiful, the best goddamn guy you'll ever know—

You've lost your way. You're out of the gala, away from duchesses and doom. And you meant to get your coat but this hall that Bruce rented is enormous. You've no idea where you are. But you're alone.

Bruce must've known too, how unfit you are for his son. And why wouldn't he tell Dick? Unless Dick ignored him, because Dick, for all his smarts, is stupidly in love with you, thinks you're where he should put his heart, is certain you won't fumble and drop it.

Warm, callused fingers catch your wrist and you remember, suddenly, Dick telling you once, after you'd nearly stumbled into the street, that he'd never let you fall.

You meet his eyes. Why does he look at you like that? Who gave him the right to look at you like-like you—as if you could ever deserve—

"Hey," he says, squeezes your hand. "Hey, hey. What's going on?"

Dick Grayson is not a trusting man but he trusts you and good God, you're about to break him.

"I need to break up with you," you blurt.

"What?" he breathes. "What—why would you say that?"

You wish he'd give you the slip he gave everyone in that room, gently separate your arm from his hand. You never learned how to evade Dick's touch.

"Because it's true. Dick, please understand—"

"No, I'm trying to understand. Because yesterday—no, tonight, you were fine—"

"No, Dick, I wasn't fine! I haven't been fine in months!"

You wrench your arm away. He looks like you slapped him.

"You know anybody I talk to in there means nothing, right? You know that, honey." He's pleading.

You curl your fist into your eye. "It's more than that, Gray."

"Then tell me what the problem is," he says desperately. "Tell me and we'll fix it. I promise we can fix it."

"You can't!" you say, voice cracking. "You can't fix me."

Dick shakes his head. "I don't—"

"Why can't you let me break up with you with a little bit of dignity?" you ask. "Do you have to be better at this too?"

"I don't want to break up," he says, tugging at a handful of his hair. "This doesn't make sense. We're happy. You're happy, aren't you? Don't I make you happy?"

"Of course," you choke out. "Of course you make me happy. But you don't see I'm bad for you. You're wonderful and perfect and golden, Dick. And I'm a stain. I need to be scrubbed away."

"Wh—that's not true!"

"Everywhere we go, people see me with you and are immediately confused. I'm not a superhero, I'm not royalty, I'm not a socialite, and yet somehow I've managed to snag Gotham's darling. This is a mistake. I'm trying to do you a favor and wake you up!"

Dick's face is hard with anger. How could you have thought this would be easy?

"I don't need to be woken up! What is it that makes you think I have no agency over the people I choose to spend time with? Everyone I meet thinks they're entitled to touch me, demand me. Everyone but you. You, the person I chose to love, who I love everyday. Do you think you pulled the wool over my eyes and you're snapping me out of it? Is that what you really think?"

And isn't this the most puzzling thing? That he's not sad or gently accepting; Dick is mad.

"I just—" He runs a hand through his hair. "I don't mean to yell, but really, I can't bear it if you see me as some god on a pedestal, unattainable and inhuman, like everyone else sees me. I love you on purpose."

"You're so accomplished, though," you say weakly. "You're..." You wave your hand over him. "You're fucking Nightwing, D. You were Robin, you have superheroes for friends, Batman for a parent, you're beloved by, like, all of Jersey—"

"My love, you know those are just parts of me. You see all of me. You know me. And that's not a one-way privilege, okay? I'm so damn lucky to know you, to love you, to be with you, to fight with you. To fight for you. Knowing you isn't something I take for granted."

"But I'm boring," you say, tears spilling over. "Jesus Christ, Dick, I'm plain and untalented, barely a dime to my name, so painfully ordinary that—"

"Listen to me," he says, taking your face in his hands. "Flying around or shooting lasers out of your eyes, sure, it's cool, and it's helpful for taking down an alien dictator. But I don't need you to do any of that, honey. I don't need nor want you to be anyone but you. I wasn't tricked or swindled into loving you. We caught each other halfway, just like we were meant to."

You let him pull you into his arms, let him press your tear stains to his silk pocket square, let his hair fall around you.

His embrace is solid, firm, but when he inhales, his shoulders shake.

"Do you—" He swallows, throat against yours. "Do you still want to break up?"

His heart beats against your cheek.

"I'm just afraid you'll get tired of me," you whisper. "Bored. Annoyed."

"I won't," he whispers. "You're the least boring person ever. It's never boring to be loved."

You squeeze your eyes shut. Dick's warmth encloses you.

"No, I don't want to break up. I'm sorry."

He holds you tighter, and you realize you never had to match Dick's tie. Not when you've got his heart.

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cheriiyaya · 2 months

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01: "ANGEL" HE CALLS ME ♡

FEATURING: D.Fyodor + Fem!Reader

♡ Your first encounter with Fyodor

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CW: chapter 113 spoilers, lots of setting up the future chapters, wrote this in a writers block, no real cws lol

A/N: welp. Umm i began this the day b4 ch 113 LMAO @aureatchi this is for u :D !!

"♪ "You're so pure," he says. Does he know, I'm forsaken? ♪"

The first time Fyodor met you was in the dungeons of Lord Bram's castle.

The quiet drip of droplets against cold stone was the only indication that time was even moving along in that cold, damp place. By dawn, he'd be impaled. Painful, yes, but it wouldn't matter. Fyodor knew it was naught but a minor set back, and he'd rise like the lord on the third day.

But chained up in a dreary catacomb was by far the most drab way to wait. All he could do was hang there in wait. Fyodor did expect this, but even for a calculating man like him it was painfully boring.

The low creak of rusty iron gates and the echo of footsteps drew fyodor's attention. It wasn't a guard, that much he could tell. The approaching figure, from the sound of their steps, did not bear the heavy weight of armour and knighthood.

What he didn't expect to see was a young maid creeping about, sparing glances around her surroundings as she pushed the door open, cradling something in her skirts.

You looked up at him, hesitantly walking into the dungeon. "You are the travelling minstrel? Dostoevsky right?" you inquired in a soft tone, one fyodor would've mistaken for the hymn of an angel. He didn't respond, watching you carefully. You didn't pose a threat, that much was obvious, yet he for once did not watch with scheming gaze, but rather one of uncharacteristic curiosity.

"of course." He replied simply. You nodded and kneeled on the grimy floor, grimacing at the murk staining the hem of your skirts. You then unfurled from the cradle in your skirts an apple and a dagger, one not very memorable. Fyodor raised an eyebrow, watching you as you carefully sliced the apple.

"Do you always take such pity on the devil's prisoners?" His words were sharp, thickly accented. You looked up at him, frowning. You stilled your hand, blade pressed deep in the apple and juice dribbling down your fingers.

"Well, does it matter if I do? You'll be dead before dawn tomorrow anyways." You resumed cutting the apple. Fyodor suppressed the growing smirk curling at the edges of his lips.

After cutting the apples into thin slices, you approached him slowly. Then, you brought the slices up to him lips.

"Eat." You nudged it against his lips, frowning when he didn't take a bite. "Do you wish to starve, minstrel?" You sighed sharply, dropping your hand and turning around.

"What is your name?" Fyodor's voice remained in that level, cool tone as he spoke. You looked over at him and paused, then told your name.

"-it doesn't really matter if I tell you, anyways." You added that part under your breath.

"You seem to be quite eager about my death." He chuckled, chains rattling as he leaned forward. "Would you be disappointed if I lived?"

You faced him again. "No, I'm not. I've tried making your last hours a little more bearable, but you refuse my help." You dusted off your skirt. "So, I will not waste my time on you anymore."

"Smart choice, myshka." He leaned back, violet eyes locked on you. You lingered for a little longer, torch-light flickering a warm hue against the curve of your features. The set of your eyes, the curves of your lips and the shape of your nose, though covered in a layer of grime, were something that rang something deep in fyodor.

"well, I'll take my leave now." the way you said it was almost inaudible, and though you spun around quickly, fyodor saw the glint in your eyes.

one of pity.

Why would someone like you pity him?

You left the dungeon, the door clanging behind you.

©Cheriiyaya 2024

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fuckmyskywalker · 3 months

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ive been so obsessed with this recently but can you imagine dad!anakin fucking your thighs like crazy? both your legs are thrown over one shoulder and he's making you squeeze your legs together so it feels good for him:( you're not feeling well and he decides to take it easy on you and let's you rest because you've been dads good girl

"you have such pretty thighs, baby," he groans through the sentence, fingers digging into the side of your thighs, rutting into them as if it was the last time he'd ever feel anything so good, his tip was leaking so much it stained the inside of your thighs, slowly dripping and pooling onto the fabric of your shirt. "c'mon baby, open up your eyes. let me see you angel," he pants, "you know dad doesn't like it when you look away from me."

IM GOING FERAL DUDE dad!anakin for life ong bro

also hope u have an amazing day ily sm🙏 this isn't a request, just a thought!!

18+, dddne, fauxcest, thigh-fucking, cumplay. afab!reader / fem!reader

Ok this isn't a req but it was so good I gatekeep it from the world. I am a greedy slut. Sorry for taking so long to reply— I need to be sedated.

"You know Dad doesn't like it when you look away from him," He taunted you, tightening his grip around your crossed ankles and snapping the elastic of your socks to catch your attention. "I know you are tired, princess, that's why I want to make this quick."

He rolled his hips, groaning when you manage to squeeze your thighs harder. As a reward, Dad!Anakin ran his thumb over your puffy folds, straining against the cotton of your panties. It was quite late for both of you, but he couldn't help himself. Fucking you would've taken too long, and he could see your eyelids growing heavier— not only due to the exhaustion of a long day, but because he ate your sweet cunt a few minutes ago; so a quick thigh fucking didn't sound like a bad idea— after all, it was your idea.

It would be rude to leave Dad with blue-balls, right?

"Come on, princess. Squeeze 'em harder," He begged between labored breaths, pressing against your still swollen clit. You whimpered in response, turning your head to the side and curling your toes that rested on his shoulder. Anakin groaned when you did as told, obedient as always— always making Dad proud. "That's it— good girl. So good for me, my precious angel." His words were mostly lustful blabbering, but the caused your lower stomach to flutter and your clit to throb. There's nothing better in this world than to make daddy proud.

Anakin huffed, hanging his head back and hissing your name. You looked down between your sweaty thighs, gulping at the sight of his cock jerking. The air felt thick and heavy, and your skin was sticky and hot. The hot spurts of cum landed on the front of your underwear and your stomach, and even some droplets landing on your chest. His hips didn't stopped though, not until every drop was milked.

"Was it good, Dad?" You asked. Anakin's eyes, half-lidded and dilated stared at your trembling hand, watching you smear some of his cum over your stomach before bringing it up to your lips.

His cock twitched and the last bead of his seed trickled down the shaft, absorbed by the already cotton that was slowly turning translucent. "Perfect," He smirked, bending down to kiss your forehead. "Sleep well, darling."

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morrieandlicky · 7 months

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Sweet Moments Between Maurice and Alec That You Have Not Seen Before (From E.M. Forster's 1st Draft for Maurice)

Context: Forster's first version of Maurice, finished in 1914, has a rather different ending than the final published version (no hotel scene, and no boathouse reunion). See here.

Forster's first draft for Maurice is, in my opinion, the rawest in terms of boldly displaying the love shared between Maurice and Alec. This version shows much more of Alec's emotion and tenderness, as well as of Maurice's sentiments and affection towards Alec. It is definitely not as subtle as the final version, with quite a few straightforward declarations of love.

Hence, I'm disappointed that Forster did not manage to integrate at least some of these 1914 texts into the final version: it would've made the love between Maurice and Alec much more pronounced and convincing, as well as made Alec a character with more depth and feelings.

Having read Forster's first draft for Maurice, I share below some of these moments between Maurice and Alec that are not in the final version (ordered on how lovely I think each moment is. Bolded texts are the highlights).

1. After running into Mr. Ducie in the museum and Maurice bursting out to Alec.

M: "I'd possibly have blown out my own brains."

A: "Why?" he asked, stopping dead.

M: "I should have known by that time that I loved you."

A: "You can't, sir, you couldn't."

M: "I love you, sir be damned."

A: "Maurice"—never before had the word been spoken—"you're an angel."

M: "I don't want to hear that."

A: "Maurice, Maurice" his voice failed also; he had once said the rest to a woman. "Maurice - what you've said I feel. Understand?"

M: "I think so, but I want to be sure. Remember those rose bushes in the other rain? - Look at me hard - That's right. That'll do. It's settled." (Maurice is referring to the moment when Alec ran in the rain across the rose bushes at Penge just to see Maurice's face.)

2. The conversation after Maurice refuses to stay the night with Alec—a scenario that only happens in the first draft in 1914. Be prepared for tears.

A: "Come just for a little to me."

M: "If I came it would be for ever."

A: "Ever's the best."

M: "Why, man, you sail Thursday."

Alec found no answer.

...: here's when Maurice explains in a long paragraph why they can't be together because of their class difference and the fact that they're both men. But in this long paragraph Maurice pretty much brings up wanting to marry Alec—"We can't have the particular thing we want (which is roughly speaking marriage) unless we sacrifice something else"

M: I thought from that letter of yours you might want me to come. But, Alec, come where to?"

A: "I'd know if you weren't a gentleman," Alec said. "We'd a' found work together as mates."

M: "Yes, and if you were a gentleman, I'd take you this minute to my home.

A: "I'd a' been what young Clive was to you, then."

M: "He's a saint and we aren't. Leave out him."

A: "I'd a' been yours till death, then." ("I would've been yours till death, then")

M: "Out there if you get a chance to marry, take it. That's what I wish.

A: "Maurice, what'll you do without me, dear? Have you no other friends?"

Maurice dared not look forward to his own future. He rushed on the parting.

M: "And if there's ever a child, I shan't ever have that, so remember me."

A: "I'll remember you, child or none. God bless you. O God bless you, and be with you if I can't."

3. Right after Maurice puts his hand on Alec's back in the museum

"Yes, awfully serious," remarked Maurice, and rested his hand on Alec's shoulder, so that the fingers touched the back of the neck, doing this merely because he knew that he loved Alec, that he loved him not as a second Dickie Barry, but deeply, tenderly, for his own sake, beneath weakness and vulgarity.

4. In the museum, Alec in pain and acting cute

[Alec] had bitten his lip, his eyes were red too; face and body were cramped with pain.

M: "Alec -"

A: "Alec am I?"

M: "I'm sorry I used that other name of yours."

A: "Don't speak to me," he growled, "let me go, you calling me Alec when I"

M: "Did you give me away then on purpose?"

A: "You're correct.

M: "Was it to get money - or only to do me harm?"

A: "I couldn't say."

M: "Come, let's get away where we can finish our talk."

A: "What? What do you say?"

M: "Come along, Alec."

A: "Do you call me that still?"

M: "Come away, man, don't break down for God's sake...." He took hold of [Alec's] arm. The touch was not reminiscent; it hinted at a relation to come.

A: "Oh but you must, I want it." Alec yielded.

5. Maurice at night thinking about Alec's letter

He tried to forget the treacherous letter, but it stole back to his mind, and he suffered most during moments in bed, when it masqueraded as a real love letter, and offered him the completeness that Clive enjoyed with Anne.

(This is brilliant writing because we, as readers, know that Alec's letter is a love letter, yet Maurice's "muddles" prevent him from seeing it as a love letter, and it is only at night, when he's craving Alec's presence, that he's able to allow himself to see the truth and succumb to his feelings for Alec.

Here, again, is also a suggestion of Maurice wanting to marry Alec, like how Clive married Anne)

6. One version of Maurice's and Alec's first night together

A: "Good evening - sir, said the low voice. Was you wanting something? Couldn't you sleep?" It was the gamekeeper.

On your rounds? gasped Maurice, trying to sound natural, and felt corduroys. Their touch disconcerted him. Whither was he tending from Clive into what companionship?

A: "Just wait till I've set down my gun - eh aren't you trembling?"

M: "So are you - ah don't."

A: "Don't you like that?"

M: "I don't know."

A: "Christ you're fussy. Don't you like me to touch you."

M: "That's you lad."

A: "Yes."

Side notes: hopefully these will shut all the detractors (of the relationship between Maurice and Alec) up—namely Clive apologists, Clive+Maurice shippers, and all of those dark academia classist out there.

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silk-fl0wers · 1 year

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❝May I hug you?❞

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Characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Baizhu, Ayato, Dainsleif

Warning(s): Established relationship in all, lower case will be used in the short fics

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Which one of you will be the first ask for a hug? And what does it feel like when one of you are in the arms of the other?

> Gn!Reader

❅ ᴋᴀᴇʏᴀ

You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ There has been times where you’ve pondered on the thought as to why Kaeya hasn’t ever once hugged you during your relationship together.

: ̗̀➛ Maybe he’s testing and teasing you to see how long it would take for you to ask for one or maybe that he’s taking into consideration if you’d like or dislike it and is cautious about it. But those questions would only last for today as you’d like to test it out once he comes back home from his knightly duties…

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(Short fic below plus more under the cut!)

"May I hug you?”

Upon the blue haired cavalry captains arrival he had been dumbfounded by your bold question and could only lean on the frame of the door to his office. "Well, well, I never thought I would be hearing this in all my days with you," you only could roll your eyes at his words as you trudged towards him and enveloped his waist.

He could start to feel his cheeks heat up with the contact of your arms around his waist, feeling tingles from his arms to his cheeks too. Bit by bit he embraces you back and pulls you in just a bit closer to his body. "Hm, I quite like this very much. Perhaps we could stay like this for a little while more wouldn't you agree, my love?"

His warm breath grazing upon your skin and his voice giving you a little shiver from it. Without a word you silently nod your head as you heaved a big sigh, relaxing in the arms of your beloved.

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❅ ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

You’re the first one to ask!

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: ̗̀➛ Despite his cold and serious nature you can't deny that his fluffy red hair and that large coat with the large ruffles does make him look quite huggable.

: ̗̀➛ You're quite lucky to be called his partner because if it were to be anyone else he would've given them a displeased look and avoid them. So, with that luck on your side you wait behind the doors of Dawn Winery for his shift at the Angel's Share to come to an end...

"May I hug you?”

Asking the renowned red haired tycoon after he came back from a tiring shift — Drained, really — because of serving specificly two patrons of his that won't leave him alone for most time. He’s bewildered at the sudden request when he had first stepped foot into the winery, his coat did reek of the smell of wine but thankfully it partly does smell of berries like his beloved grapes.

"Oh, well if you wish to then your request shall be fulfilled." He opens his arms for you to come into them and as you did he embraces you right up to his chest. You start to think that he's enjoying the hug very much to the point that Adelinde and Elzer caught the act and are now standing from afar and smiling at the small yet adorable act.

❅ ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

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You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ You've wondered what it would feel like to wrap your arms around his waist, the thought of it alone has you heating up and malfunctioning more than you had expected it to.

: ̗̀➛ The one and only funeral director, Hu Tao, has even encouraged you to ask him for a hug wanting to see how the usual calm man would possibly break. And so the two of you are now waiting for him to come back from an errand as Hu Tao had hid somewhere else...

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"May I hug you?"

Getting more nervous and how you're now starting to regret ever accepting this. The ex-geo archon stood in front of you with a bewildered look on his face but relaxed it now bubbling from his mouth was a chuckle.

"And pray tell, what made you act like this all of a sudden? If it is what you really want then come here my love." Enveloping you into a warm embrace. You do the same as you feel his chest rise up and down with each breath he took, it almost felt ethereal to wear if you closed your eyes even for a bit you could be off into the best slumber you could have in your life.

And Hu Tao, well she had a kamera with her and decided to take a picture of the small moment and would decide if she should show it to the both of you but for now she had quietly exited the room to give you two love birds some time to yourselves.

❅ ʙᴀɪᴢʜᴜ

You’re the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ You’re very much well aware of his weak physicality and that he most likely can’t do much affectionate actions like carrying you, allowing you to sit on his lap or basically anything that can involve in carrying you to an extent. Although that won’t stop him from giving you kisses and gentle hugs though the only problem here is that he’s working all the time and you’re positive that he wouldn’t appreciate it if you randomly went up to him and hug him while he’s assisting with the clients.

: ̗̀➛ Waiting for the right moment to pop the question you make sure that there was no other clients around and Herbalist Gui and Qiqi is out of sight. With these things in mind you gather all of your confidence and walk up to the well known pharmacist in Liyue and asked him the question…

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“May I hug you?”

You were standing awkwardly at your place, your eyes darting everywhere around you but a certain doctor. The said doctor had turned his attention away from the medicine bottles to you and smiled. “My, my. Well that was very out of the blue, dear. Why of course you may, go easy on your grip though,” He chuckled to himeself as he sets aside Changsheng to the table.

Opening his arms for you, you take slow strides towards him and wrap your arms around his bare waist making sure that your grip wasn’t to deathly for him to handle. Baizhu followed your lead and wrapped his arms just below your shoulders and started to gently pat your back which made you jump at first but eased into it. “Hmm, this feel quite nice. We’ll have to do this more often when people aren’t around.”

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❅ ᴋᴀᴍɪꜱᴀᴛᴏ ᴀʏᴀᴛᴏ

He is the first one to ask!

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: ̗̀➛ Kamisato Ayato, the leader of the Yashiro Commission. He’s working ever so hard and rarely has time to attend in any outdoor activities or to accompany his sister on said activities and in his stead he asks for Thoma to step in.

: ̗̀➛ On this day though you're sat right beside of him reading a book as he too is doing some reading but on festival's for Narukami Island that will be held in later time. He can feel his eyelids get heavier every passing minute and he accidentally lets out an amusing question...

"May I hug you?"

He turns his head to the side to meet your eyes as you give him a wide eyed look, he swears that it almost resembled one of an owl or a deer getting caught in headlights, trying to find the words to reply back to him.

He chuckles, hiding his mouth with his gloved hands. "Thoma isn't here currently to aid me with some boba but perhaps this could be an alternative way to fill up my energy hm?" You giggled, placing the bookmark into the unread page of the book and set it off on to the side as Ayato pats on his thighs, signing you to take a seat on his lap as he snakes his arms around your body.

The Yashiro Commissioner had laid his head upon your shoulder and closed his eyes. "Hmm, this already feels better. Mind if we stay like this for a while?" The rumbling of his chest sending vibrations to your back makes your heart start to do gymnastics.

"Of course, I wouldn't mind one bit." You say as the two of you sit in peace with nothing but faint sounds of the outside.

❅ ᴅᴀɪɴꜱʟᴇɪꜰ

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He is the first one to ask!

: ̗̀➛ Dainsleif has had little to no contact within his life excluding the few fists bumps or handshakes he’s had with Halfdan back when Khaenri'ah was still built and thriving before the great fall and calamity of his home. Since then he’s met you; a very persistent individual. You had started to travel along side him ever since you saw him winding down at the Angles Share.

: ̗̀➛ Along your journey with each other, you’ve learned a lot about his personality. He’s reserved, speaks only when spoken to or really needs to, was an independent individual and certainly wasn’t one to ask this astounding question…

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“May I hug you?”

He had asked you while the both of you were currently sitting on the patches of grass, camping out in the bushes as the branches of leaves above the two once provided shade from the scorching rays. To say the least, you were stunned at his sudden request and had to do a double take to make sure it is what he reallly said was true and why.

With your tardy reply Dainsleif had assumed that your reply was a silent ’no’ and had turned his head around to avoid the awkward tension between you two. As far as he knew this is where his expectations of this small “event” would end at but perhaps he had second guessed it when he felt a finger poke at his bicep. Slowly, he shifted his gaze to you only to soon feel a pair or arms wrap around his waist.

He makes no noise knowing what the gesture was, instead of you being to his side he gets you to sit in front of him, wrapping his muscular arms around your mid section. Burying his face into your neck as he allows himself to be off guard and take in this moment.

“Thank you.” was heard, his warm breath tickling at the crook of your neck. You hum softly in response, not wanting to ruin this short time of a man who has to carrry the fate of Khaenri'ah on his shoulders.

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #baizhu x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #dainsleif x reader #fluff #genshin fluff #genshin x gn reader

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Royal Reverse Harem, Gojo/Reader

#1 Continuation of the Royal Reverse Harem series! This'll be a mini series, just with interesting scenarios with JJK. <3 Warnings: Obsessive Gojo, mean gojo, toji/reader & gojo/reader.

When you'd first transferred into the novel, you were in a state of shock. The fancy bedroom, the beautiful decor, the utter amount of respect you were given, and the overly expensive food was awesome. Reality didn't really hit you until after a week or so.

You felt so stupid, you had wasted a week doing pretty much nothing except enjoy your new lifestyle. Sure the maids, butlers, and EVERYONE seemed terrified of you but all you really thought about was being nice to change their opinions.

Your idea of "I'll just be good and live my life happily watching my favorite characters" came completely crashing down when Gojo decided to pay you a visit. By now, thankfully you already set in motion your plan to change public opinion but Satoru had other ideas.

Satoru was stunning, a majestic being. He looked like an angel who had been sent from the heavens, sculpted by the gods themselves. His soft white hair and striking blue eyes, and oh goodness, his soft lips. It was a little embarrassing, how much you admired him.

When you first saw him, there was no doubt in your heart why the villainess loved him so much. Satoru was fascinating, not just in his standing but his mere presence demanded respect. You felt the air leave your lungs as you sat at the dinner table.

It was quiet for awhile, which made you feel awkward as Satoru himself was the one who requested your attendance. However, what you didn't know was that Gojo was just as confused with your silence. Normally you'd be speaking to him, in your confident haughty mannerisms.

He couldn't quite understand what was different today, you seemed, nervous? He didn't know, but what he did know was that at the moment he was fed up with your schemes. It was just too bad, he didn't know you weren't the actual villainess!!

"I don't understand why you're so silent, especially when you of all people should know why I'm here," he stated. Oh, now you were panicking, because you honestly had no idea what he was talking about!!

Silence seemed the best choice but this had only angered Satoru more. As the night progressed he had begun shouting at you, violently clattering plates to the floor, and commanding you to simply stay away from him.

It was a traumatizing experience, safe to say, after that Gojo Satoru did not look the same to you. Now whenever he was near you, whether it be just passing by or due to political, social, or marital reasons you tended to shift away whenever possible. Even when you were pressured by your family, which sucked, Gojo wasn't interested anyway so you snuck away most times.

In the end, you decided on a divorce, it was also the best step to ensure you stayed alive, which you asked for two weeks later after your dinner session with him. Satoru, although surprised by your request had asked whether this was a tactic to gain his favor.

"No, I truly want this divorce," you responded quietly, eyes not being able to meet his as you glanced everywhere but forward. You didn't know what to say to him anymore, it was not longer a feeling of awe and captivation anymore with him. Now, you simply wanted to be as far away from him as possible too.

Gojo on the other hand was delighted, had quickly signed the papers, and had pressured his father, the emperor, to confirm it a week later. Everyone was caught off guard by the sudden divorce, and word spread like wildfire.

Can you believe that the crown prince and, well, previous-to-be princess divorced? , I saw it coming from a mile away! That witch would've ruined this empire. , What does this mean, could it be that the rumor of the crown prince having a secret lover is true? Who is it? , Oh, I feel so sad for poor (y/n), she really is a kind woman, have you even spoken to her before?

The last statement made you proud when you heard of it from your lady-in-waitings. At the very least, public opinion had changed for you to some extent. You intended for it to continue turning positive for the better. Now that you stayed with your parents, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

What you didn't realize was that after 3 months of divorce Gojo was beginning to rethink his choices. Firstly, he was annoyed because despite the divorce being official his father still pestered him on the daily. The truth was evident, the emperor did not approve of a commoner becoming the future empress (that said commoner, the female lead).

The emperor only agreed on this divorce because Gojo did make some sense, and, he didn't want to lose the support of one of the highest nobles in his empire. That being said, he either now expected Satoru to find another noble lady (many available) or crawl back to you (honestly emperor has given up on trying to be civil).

Due to these factors, Satoru has still be thinking of you. However, he wasn't that interested until just about the 2nd month after your divorce with him. See, the reason was that he had eyes on you anyway, his spies in your estate told him anything they deemed necessary. What were you going to do? Go after the female lead again?

It was all too predictable, which was why when Satoru's father yelled at him for not doing anything he was confused. "What is it now father?" he responded, irritated. "YOU FOOL. (Y/N)'S ALREADY COURTING OTHERS, THE ZENIN, SOUND FAMILIAR? Oh.. you're a lost cause now..." his father had responded, tired and exhausted of his son.

That was when Gojo was informed by his spies, that you, in fact, had been in much contact with Toji much recently. Then, when Gojo asked why his men hadn't reported anything, they stated that they had mentioned it once already but nothing important seemed to come up other than you both being acquaintances. Plus, the rumor was everywhere anyway, they'd assumed he'd heard.

Now, Satoru began to watch you more intensively, peaked even higher when at a social party just 2 days later, you were dancing with Toji. Both of you so friendly, even Gojo was dumbfounded as to how. Didn't Toji not like you?

After Toji, there was Geto, Gojo's best friend turned into one of the Empire's sole enemies. A true tragedy that was, and yet, you were spotted with him as part of reports following his activity! Which occurred to everyone considered an enemy of the empire, but you? What were you doing with him?

Then there was the flirting with Choso, and your newfound friendship with Yuki. You were on a roll of drama, being front and center on stage whilst promoting good deals which pleased all classes on the social hierarchy. Gojo was at a loss and at the same time, thrilled? No, maybe jealous, not of you but those associated with you.

He hadn't seen you like that before, you looked genuinely happy now. You were having fun at social gatherings, not having a care in the world. Despite your obvious scandalous behavior, you were no longer committing acts of evil and, no longer glancing at him. Which didn't feel right!!

Gojo Satoru hated to admit it, but if this was another one of your games it was definitely working. Only a couple months after separation, and he was watching your every move. Even beginning to reconsider his choices, thinking how the female lead wasn't as interesting anymore to him.

Sadly, it was a bit too late now but Gojo has decided, he wants to win back your favor. A crown prince, a noble lady previously wed to him, what could potentially go wrong?

#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk reverse harem x reader #jujutsu kaisen reverse harem x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #Satoru gojo #yuki tsukumo #choso kamo #choso x reader #yuki x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji

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tan1shere · 6 months

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Motel Whore

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI

Masterlist

Pt 2!

It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.

And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.

You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.

"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.

"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."

It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.

She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.

You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.

"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.

It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.

Room 147.

Just for the night.

Said I was heaven.

That's without saying goodbye.

It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.

You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.

Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.

You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.

And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.

Am I just a secret.

You love to hide.

Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.

You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.

"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.

You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"

"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.

"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.

Check in check out.

One night stay, you're out the door.

You treat me, like a motel whore.

#elliewilliams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams the last of us smut #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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lovries · 2 years

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COULD YOU STAY WITH ME? (pt. 2)

featuring. the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon). (the brothers version)

summary. you find it hard to sleep at night after a traumatic incident at RAD, you don't really want to be alone tonight, and quite frankly they don't want you to be either.

warning. gn! reader, sharing a bed/sleeping together (nonsexual), hurt/comfort, using these prompts.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── DIAVOLO

Despite what many think, Diavolo is incredibly observant of you and everything that goes on in the Devildom. The incident from earlier had been relayed to him from Barbatos, hearing of the demon who attacked you. Naturally, Diavolo had Barbatos deal with them whilst he invited you over to check on you.

"Are you doing okay?" He asked, watching you with careful eyes. He was monitoring you, watching over you like a hawk. You hesitated, still shaken from the incident. In fact, you were still trembling from it. It broke his heart.

"I've been better," You chuckle humorlessly. Honestly, when you closed your eyes, you could vividly see the scenes the demon threatened, making your stomach drop. You weren't sure how you were going to sleep that night.

"..." Diavolo is silent for a few minutes, whilst you struggle with your thoughts. "I know this might sound weird but... do you want to stay over? I guess 'sleepover' sounds kind of childish but I think it'd be good."

He didn't miss the way you froze.

Would it be okay to stay over at the castle? Under the protection of Diavolo? You're certain Lucifer would have a fit over it, but Lucifer isn't important right now. You smile genuinely, and nod.

"Yeah, I'd like that, actually."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BARBATOS

After hearing of what happened, Diavolo offered to let you stay in the castle as it was the most protected place in all of Devildom, and you agreed, only you were still having a hard time sleeping.

Wandering the halls, you're certain you're lost, but it's better than the nightmare that you face when you close your eyes. You stare at a certain painting that caught your eye, when Barbatos found you.

Barbatos frowned, approaching you. "Y/n? What are you doing up? Did you get lost on your way to the bathroom?" He teases, but you just stare at him blankly— it makes him feel weird inside; he feels the need to protect you fiercely.

"Y/n..." He says softly, "do you want to stay with me tonight?"

If you weren't so exhausted, you were sure your face would be as warm as a well lit fire. You nod, and let Barbatos lead you back to your room. He tucks you back into bed, and then lays beside you, although over the blankets.

"You can get under the covers, I don't mind." You whisper, and Barbatos chuckles but obliges, slipping under the covers if only to appease you. He hums a tune, a lullaby, it's enchanting and slowly working you to sleep.

It isn't long until you're fast asleep, with no nightmares in sight— still, Barbatos stays with you the whole night. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, "Sleep well."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SIMEON

Simeon came over to check on you. A damn Devildom creature got lose, and attacked you. It had been two days, he thought giving you space might be helpful, so as to not be too overwhelmed, but seeing the state you were in he wished he would've arrived sooner.

Dark circles under your eyes, your cheeks gaunt. Your usual happy smile replaced with an exhausted expression. "Simeon?" Yet hope filled your eyes at the angel, and it only served to make him feel even guiltier for not coming the day it happened.

He stayed with you the entire day, the both of you watching movies, reading books, you helping him learn something new about his D.D.D., and other such activities. It was soon growing later into the night, and he thought he should return to Luke and Solomon.

"I'll be leaving now," He says, his voice quiet, but you looked panicked at his words.

"No, no, please," You clutched on to him, "Please don't go— I need, I need someone— I need you." You sobbed, not ready to be alone with your nightmares. Simeon felt sick to the stomach, he shouldn't have let you go through this alone, he should've came earlier. He held on to you just as tightly.

"Okay," Simeon whispers, petting your hair. "Okay, I'll stay. Just let me text Luke, and Solomon." The way you relaxed almost instantly at his confirmation made him feel better. He sighed a breath of relief, and pulled away from you, cupping your cheek. You nuzzled into the warmth, eyes fluttered shut.

If he could lift the burden of your sorrows, even if just by a little, he'd do whatever he had to.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SOLOMON

Solomon showed up at your door with what appeared to be a sheepish smile. He knew, of course he did, he had been there when it happened. A demon attacked you, luckily he managed to stop them before they did any physical damage but as for mental...

"Sol? What are you doing here?" You narrow your eyes at him in suspicion, and he chuckles, putting his hands up in defense as he pushes past you into your room.

"I'm not expecting anything, I just... I thought it'd be nice to keep you company tonight." You look over him. Was this the Solomon you knew? For him to be so kind without some ulterior motive... You were still skeptical, but knowing you'd have another night filled with nightmares you'd gladly take the company.

"Fine. But you're sleeping on the floor." He hums, a mischievous grin on his features.

"But of course, I'm a gentleman after all." You roll your eyes. Gentleman? Yeah right— the amount of times he's tried using you as a test subject prove otherwise.

"Can I at least get a blanket? A pillow?" You huff as you crawl back into bed, looking at where he sits on the ground, batting his eyelashes in a seductive manner.

"Should've brought your own." You say, before turning off the lights. However, a few minutes later, a pillow is thrown atop his face, a blanket following shortly after.

"Thank you~" You could basically hear the smug grin he had, and if it wasn't for his presences bringing you some peace, you'd kick him out of your room.

"Just go to sleep already."

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therunawaykind · 2 months

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don't wanna break up again

Pairing: Leigh Shaw x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Pinch of angst? fluff

Warnings: None unless you hate the names Leigh & Danny in the same sentence quite a bit

A/N: Long time no see! (again) writer's block and just simply getting the inspiration and motivation to write have been fucking dreadful these last few months. I dunno what was going on. Hopefully, all things going well this is my slow return to posting regularly again on here. If not then whoops you'll see me again at some stage. Who would've thought Leigh Shaw and Ariana Granda was gonna be my breakthrough for writing stuff not me that's for sure. This is my very loose interpretation of Ariana Grande's 'don't wanna break up again' I saw someone say it was very Leigh x Danny coded then this transpired. I hope I have done this some justice I imagine my writing abilities are a bit rusty so bear with me and I hope you all enjoy!

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If there was one thing Leigh was certain of since Matt’s death it was how complicated and difficult her life had become, ranging from devastating revelations to do with Matt and his teacher co-worker Nina, living with a Jules who is now a recovering sober alcoholic, dealing with her mother Amy with her previous breakdown she had where she moved to Alaska which subsequently led to her breakthrough of wanting to travel and basically just live somewhere else that wasn’t in Los Angeles, that wasn’t home.

In addition to that after Leigh’s breakdown after choosing to leave with Jules to go to Vietnam, she ultimately decided just to stay living in their family home whilst both Jules and her mother left for however long they decided. Leigh also decided to take over Beautiful Beast for Jules until she was ready to come back…if she ever did but nonetheless she couldn’t let all of Jules’ hard work go to waste. And last but not least the absolute travesty that of her and Danny whatever that thing is, it’s complicated, messy and above all else unhealthy all over for the both of them. Not to delve too much into the ups and downs of their….thing the latest situation ended up with Danny punching a hole in the wall of Leigh’s home, to sum it up in a simple phrase “People don’t slam their fists through walls when things are going well.”

The one positive and healthy yet still slightly complicated thing in Leigh’s life which happened unexpectedly was well… Y/N. Granted one of the only aspects that made it complicated was the fact you were her “student”, you both met due to you attending Leigh’s classes at Beautiful Beast, the friendship, and conversations which ended up evolving into more flirtatious conversations did just happen out of nowhere unexpectedly. The downfall of the whole friendship between you both was when Danny surprised Leigh at the entrance of Beautiful Beast one night to take her home…then you caught Danny kissing her which again took Leigh by surprise. That night and predicament in question had truly shocked Leigh because from what she knew and understood during that time, it was during one of her and Danny’s off moments, their pause a break essentially.

But in good Leigh fashion the second she saw Danny she started overthinking and thought she interpreted something wrong or missed a certain something, whilst simultaneously thinking this was Danny offering an olive branch and showing her they really can make this work, they can be good and healthy for each other….how wrong she was. So understandably from then on you started to distance yourself and pull away from Leigh after that by not talking, hanging out or texting as much. Unbeknownst to Leigh any hope you had of having some sort of relationship with her plummeted very quickly after that.

Leigh knew whatever they had going on wasn’t good for either of them and would never last, it was a cycle they couldn’t break….well she couldn’t break. It was a lifeline for them both, the last small bit of connection they both had to Matt in some way. On one hand, Leigh had this negative and toxic relationship that she couldn’t leave, she couldn’t escape it. Somehow it always kept dragging her back in no matter how many times night and day it had her distraught, crying and attempting to soothe herself. On the other hand, Leigh had this seemingly hopeful, positive and healthy relationship she could have with you.

But before she even tried to give that relationship a chance she had to try to get out of this fucking cycle she couldn’t seem to get out of and no matter how hard she tried. Whenever she asked Jules for advice on the relationship, much to nobody's surprise always went something like this.

“Leigh you need to end this thing with Danny and go no contact with him at least for some time, this is not healthy for either of you. I mean come on Leigh he punched a hole in the wall at our house. Let me remind you when I was living with you Leigh after mom left, just how many times I’d hear quiet sobs from your room, you talking to yourself to make yourself feel better and reassure yourself everything was going to be okay, that everything was gonna be fine. And I couldn’t get in because 1. You’d lock the door, 2. You wouldn’t respond when I asked if you were okay and lastly, when you did, you’d just say you were fine, you were okay. Once one of you starts to feel happier and healthier the other drags the other one down simply just by being around.

I know you don’t want to go through another break-up or heartbreak….but you’re doing it to yourself constantly by staying in this with Danny or maybe…. You keep going back to this thing with Danny because you don’t want to hurt him and his heart completely. And if you do fully disappear from his life because to him you're his last link to Matt and right now you know full well you are leading him on and have him believing you two can have some semblance of a future together no matter how complicated it may be. I know this is a weird way to word it but… I think you know Matt wouldn’t want or like Danny to be experiencing this level of hurt and anguish as much as he is, not even specifically with you just with anyone.

But let’s not forget just how much you did hurt Danny initially when he was staying away from you and you wouldn’t let it happen. You forced your way into his life because you needed him to love you. Who knows maybe some ways down the line in the future when you’re both fully healed or at least somewhat…you two can be friends and have that last link to Matt. But also do remember that doesn’t mean you have to stop contact with Matt’s mother…. You can still have a link to him in some shape and form.”

That’s what she’d deal with, she knew and understood completely what Jules was saying yet she couldn’t bring herself to do it….unfortunately. She wishes Danny would end up being the person to end it but the chances of that happening are slim to none. But with the possibilities that awaited her on the other side of things…she knew what she had to do, end things with Danny then she had to get the friendship with Y/N back to what it was, and she had to show you that you weren't going to be just some rebound, that she saw a future with this relationship she saw it going the distance.

When she thought about the aspects of the relationship she had with Y/N the only way Leigh could describe how she felt…was how she felt when she was with Matt. With you, it finally felt like Leigh had gotten the best and good part of herself back that as Leigh put it Matt had taken with him when he died. It felt like she could finally breathe again and live her life to the fullest. Fortunately for Leigh yet quite sadly when the friendship between you both was at its best Matt left her alone, and Leigh’s recurring what she would consider nightmares of Matt and Nina living out the life she lived with him finally stopped.

Now all she had to do was start the process and uncomplicate her life which starts with talking to Danny.

As Leigh anxiously approaches the door to the apartment she knows so well, she nervously wrings out her hands and fingers. She had texted Danny the night before asking him if would it be okay for her to visit in the morning to talk to him, as Danny eagerly agreed to her calling over she realised at that very moment he was expecting a very different conversation. She hesitantly starts knocking on the door muttering to herself “You can do this, you can do this. You have to do this for yourself, Danny and everyone else in your life but most importantly you and Danny.” After a few seconds, shuffling could be heard behind the door as Leigh took a deep breath in, in an attempt to calm herself down and get all of her feelings under control.

Once the door opened a weak nervous smile spread across her face, Leigh quickly scans Danny trying to figure out how he really is, as she sees him start to step out and lean in to give her a quick kiss but before anything of the sort can happen Leigh quickly steps in and gives him a quick hug as she states “so is it alright for me to come in?” as she smiles quickly at him. Danny’s face scrunches up in confusion as Leigh quickly pats his stomach as she steps past him into his apartment, he lets out an exasperated sigh and throws his head back slightly and he turns around to walk into his apartment closing the door behind him.

When Danny finally turns to face Leigh he can’t help but notice her looking around his apartment and the constant nervous fidgeting with her fingers, her hair and her neck. He sighs to himself “Alright Leigh what is this about you said you wanted to talk.”

Leigh jumps slightly as she spins around to face him “ I- well- yeah you’re right I did, I did.” rubbing her now sweaty palms off of the side of her jeans and slowly sits herself down on Danny's sofa. Taking a deep breath in and bringing her hands up to her mouth “I- I can imagine from the way I’m acting and just how difficult it is for me to start this conversation and say what I actually want to….that you already know what this conversation is about and where it’s heading.” Hearing a quiet sigh beside her Leigh glances quickly out the side of her eye seeing Danny leaning forward slightly with his head down and forearms leaning on his knees. “But Danny this thing has to be stopped, I- we’re both hurting each other continuously whether we realise it or not. I mean need I remind ourselves of the punching a hole in the wall situation.”

That got a small chuckle out of Danny as he shook his head slightly clicking his tongue. “And I mean it wasn’t just you Danny, I forced you to be around me when you didn’t want to, in our own little ways, we were selfish when it came to this situation. Now I know I stated and promised you before that I would never have a life that didn’t have you in it…but whilst we’re both still healing and dealing with our grief that obviously still hasn’t gone anywhere. We do really need to not be in each other's lives anymore, no contact, no talking in any shape or form no stupid lil emoji texts anymore.”

Biting his lip and sitting back Danny exclaims “But Leigh that’s EXACTLY what you’re doing, you’re leaving, you’re having a life without me! You obviously think and believe you don’t need me!”

“I’M NOT LEAVING YOU, I’M NOT HAVING A LIFE WITHOUT YOU”

“LEIGH THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU’RE DOING CAN YOU NOT HEAR WHAT YOU’RE SAYING”

“DANNY!” scoffing to herself and shaking her head as she calmly states ”See this, this here exactly happening right now is why we need to take a step back from each other. We can’t even have a normal conversation without blowing up and ending up yelling at each other. The only time we aren’t killing each other is when we’re having sex and- and even then since we had that conversation in that casino resort we both know Matt is still weirdly on our minds during that. I- I think no matter how much we try or maybe want some sort of actual loving relationship with each other…it’ll never work. The only thing we ever can be to each other is friends.” Leigh shakes her head and licks her lips slightly “Just a friendship. Because we are hurting each other and ourselves from the inside out. We have to heal by ourselves, without the other in our lives and move on. And hopefully at some stage down the line whenever we’re both happy and healthy we can get back in contact with the other.”

Leigh smirks as she sways from side to side “Cause I can’t lie Danny I think we’d be pretty kick-ass friends together don’t ya think.” She grins as she nudges Danny with her shoulder, clearing his throat and nodding “Yeah- yeah I think we would be. And I can’t lie I get what you’re saying I understand hell I see it completely. It- it is just a difficult thing to let go of even if it is just for a little bit.”

Biting her lip and rubbing Danny’s arm “I get it, Danny I do believe me but you still have your mom. You both can get through this together because it was just as difficult for her to… You are all she has left. And I’ll- I'm staying in contact with her or at this stage more like getting in contact with her more considering she still is my mother-in-law or ex-mother-in-law anyways specifics isn’t the important thing here.”

Danny laughs slightly and nods “Yeah, yeah she’d like that.” Both sit back against the sofa in silence basking in the reality of what now has to be undertaken the reality of it hitting them simultaneously. Rubbing her hands anxiously up and down her legs as she slowly drags out “rigghtt I guess- I guess I better go now and leave us both to our journey of healing, growth whatever you wanna call it.” Leigh laughs as she mumbles to herself “god I sound like my mother” She walks to the door with Danny right behind her as Leigh opens the door she turns around and smiles at Danny as they both embrace each other in a hug for the last time till…who knows how long. Both pulling away slowly and giving each other a subtle nod as Leigh steps out through the door as it closes behind her softly. Leigh takes a deep breath in, the grin spreading across her face going unnoticed by her as she starts to descend the steps of the apartment building.

Leigh was never nervous or anxious when it came to teaching her exercise classes though apparently today was the exception, as she anticipated your arrival. Leigh smiles moving back and forth on her feet as she greets all of the students walking in through the door to her class, anxiously waiting to get a glimpse of your bag, shoes or something as you come through the front door. Considering since you distanced yourself from her she’s noticed you haven’t attended classes all that regularly. Leigh’s eyebrows raise in anticipation as she sees the front doors open happily letting out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding as she saw a glimpse of your bag and shoes come into view. Giddily she lets a grin spread across her face and she nervously picks at her nails seeing you approach the entrance “Hey Y/N it’s nice to see you again, I’m glad you decided to attend and come today.”

Taken aback by Leigh's greeting and striking up a proper conversation with you after so long did genuinely take you by surprise but couldn’t stop the smile on your face “Hey Leigh, yeah I can’t lie I missed attending these classes I’m sure I’ll get back on track from now on.” Both smiling at each other as you walk past her into the class much to Leigh’s amazement you turn around and say to her “Leigh if I can just say you look great...you just look happy and healthy. Whatever you’ve done or are doing keep it up it suits you.” With her mouth wide open Leigh messily nods and stutters out “I- I will- I- Thank you very much, I will be sure to keep it up.” Leigh turns around to the door to hide and mutters to herself “Idiot”.

Much to her relief though the class was a success and she didn’t stumble or trip over any more of her words whenever she got closer to you throughout her class as she moved around the room. After the class finished Leigh quickly grabbed her towel off the floor wiping the sweat off of her as she said goodbye to everyone, in her peripheral vision she could see you deliberately taking your sweet ass time packing away all of your stuff. Biting her lip she attempted to suppress the smile taking over her face.

As she said goodbye to one of the last students she sauntered across the room towards you as she started fiddling with the towel around her neck. “Sooo Y/N” you glanced up at her as you were putting on your shoes “What's up Leigh?”

She smiles at you abashedly as she scratches her head “I just wanna say sorry and give you a quick apology for anything I said or did that created that distance and made us pull away from each other. Because- because for that length of time, I really did miss seeing you and your face around here but I’m glad to see you back now.” Nervously scratching the back of your neck “Yeah umm I just-” shaking your head slightly as you let out a breath “I just had some stuff I had to figure out and work on to clear my head a bit and- unfortunately, sadly to do that I kinda had to step away and distance myself from you and well all things relating to you. But I- I think I’ve figured it all out now.”

You can’t help but notice the hopeful glint in Leigh’s eyes and smile “Oh really? A positive figure it out I hope?”

Grinning and nodding confidently “Yeah- yeah it does seem that way.” Both of you stare at each other smiling to your heart's content as both of your eyes scan the other person. You clear your throat as you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and glance around the room “Anyways I should probably head off and leave you to clean up the place or whatever it is you have left to do around here.” Leigh absentmindedly nods her head but ultimately starts panicking as you pick up your bag and wave goodbye to her, she quickly sprints after you saying between breaths “Or or- or albeit this isn’t a very nice offer for you to ask-” you raise your eyebrow at her “What is it, Leigh?”

“Um, do you wanna hang out here with me and help me out around here if you aren’t busy? I just- I’ve just missed hanging out and talking with you and thought this might be a nice way for us to catch up.”

“Y’know you are right it isn’t the nicest or most glamorous offer I’ve ever heard but I have missed talking to you Leigh so I’ll stick around and help my favourite fitness instructor out.”

Leigh whips her head around to face you and stumbles slightly as she starts moving the spare barres placed around the room “Wha- what do you mean favourite fitness instructor? I’m your only fitness instructor.” Smirking over at Leigh as you roll up the extra yoga mats “That you know of, could’ve tried out other places whilst I was MIA”

“HEY!” Leigh exclaims as she throws a cloth at you

Laughing at her reaction as you catch the cloth “I’m messing, I’m messing you would be correct, you are the only fitness instructor I know and one that I go to.” You hear a quiet yet stern “good” in response as she goes back to cleaning, laughing and shaking your head in the process.

Since then you and Leigh have practically been inseparable, it was as if nothing had ever happened. She had explained to you fully what went and was going on with her and Danny currently..more like what wasn’t going on. Even though you had said to her repeatedly she didn’t have to that it was none of your business. But you reassured her it was for the better, she made the right decision, she’s doing better because of it and you could only hope the same for Danny. Leigh now had you over at her house….for what she told you would be a quiet night in with both of your favourite takeout foods and as many movies and TV shows as you both could handle.

Which now that you were here was not the case at all. Leigh had gotten the bright idea, the brainwave or as she put it a breakthrough. She felt that the whole house needed to be redecorated and refurnished as it reminded her of sad, difficult and complicated times and she couldn’t stand being reminded of those moments any longer. So who were you to say no to helping her out yet again. As you were sat on the floor dismantling all of the old furniture with Leigh, you saw her peak her head out from the other side “Again I’m sorry about this, it seems like none of my hangouts recently are that exciting and it involves you always having to work.” You laugh and shake your head “Leigh honestly it’s okay I really don’t care what I do as long as it’s with you. But hey it’ll be a nice bonding time for both of us, be a little glimpse of what it’s like if we were to ever live with each other I guess.” You scratch your head and hurriedly get back to dismantling the furniture as you realise what you said. “Did you just say living together?”

“Psshhh me say that? No never? Must’ve heard things, Leigh.”

“Mhmm okay sure.” What you didn’t notice was Leigh moving over to you slowly on her knees but jumping slightly as you felt her place her arms on your shoulders in an attempt to get you to raise your head to look at her. Glancing up at her you see the silly little smile on her face “I may not be ready for that yet but I’d like to think we’d end up living together at some stage in the future.”

Staring at her wide-eyed “R-really?” Leigh grins and nods her head as she whispers against your lips “Really.” Grinning at each other as you both lean in to place kisses on each other's lips which quickly turn into little pecks as Leigh slaps your thigh “Alright let’s get back to work this house isn’t gonna refurnish and redecorate itself. And this furniture certainly won’t dismantle itself.”

Chuckling to yourself you playfully salute towards Leigh “Aye, aye captain.”

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alexxncl · 1 month

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 31 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | lessons | lesson 30 | lesson 32

normal and hard

now idk about the rest of y'all, but it took me a minute to make this choice. i was stuck between not knowing and thinking that he won't. there's a slight chance that he'd tell them in the instance kayden hadn't tried to talk to him and explain, but they did

levi cares too much about mc to let anything bad happen to them. he knows that if he tells one of his brothers, they'll tell lucifer. once lucifer finds out, he'll be furious, and not only that, he'll be terrified

lucifer masks his fear with anger, like we've seen him do in season one of nb and multiple times in the og game. this also makes me really like the peacock theme throught his demon form; they're big ass, scary ass birds who try to show up other birds by flaunting their feathers to make themselves look better. but instead of lucifer doing it for mating tactics, he does it to protect himself and his brothers from any harm that could come their way

leviathan knows this. he doesn't want mc to get hurt, even with the possibility of him never seeing them again looming over his head constantly. he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he caused anything bad to happen to them, especially if it turns out that he had the wrong idea about their conversation with solomon and that all his anxiety was for nothing

also the clock ticking in the background during this scene ??? impeccable tension building on the game devs' part. we're running out of time to make pacts with everyone, and solomon and mc both know it

goofy ass sticker chain 😭

mc 🤝🏽 me

blowing up people's phones when they ignore me or don't answer within 5 seconds

see i was also thinking lotan

but what if it just means they're all gonna have a crying fest once kayden has to leave for good??

...it's probably lotan

what if it's both? AND lotan? and a long awaited reappearance of henry the snake 🫶🏽

baby no :((

i wish he realized his worth more, but removing yourself from a cycle of self-deprication and self-loathing is easier said than done

i think he's feeling guilt on top of his already expressed betrayal and self-loathing. he doesn't think he deserves all the care and patience mc is trying to give him, and he hates the fact that they keep trying to talk to him when he won't budge. he thinks they're wasting time by even trying to be around him because it "doesn't matter" when he's not around, or, at least it shouldn't in his mind

this is even worse than what i thought initially MY HEART

and it hurts even more bc levi might not have been able to say this if he was face to face with mc. he's never said anything quite like this to them in all the screentime he's had when he's being vulnerable around mc

imagine if he hadn't heard the conversation between them and solomon? mc leaving him would've hurt so much more bc he wouldn't have had any proper reassurance from mc to tell him that they love and care for him as much as he loves and cares for them, if he even thinks they feel that strongly about him at all

i guess it was lotan. well

also ending a lesson like that is insane but i digress

me 🤝🏽 mammon

adhd twins

THE LOVE OF MY LIFE IS BACK i can die happily now

but why is she talking like chloe from miraculous ladybug (iykyk)

also we STILL haven't made a pact with beel after that hassle of an angel trial i'm sick

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Satoru Gojo | you cryin?

🖤 inspo for this comes from that slutty gif of Satoru in the box. I know well all collectively had… thoughts… but couple that with the ‘you cryin’ and yea… lets go!

🖤 WC 4100+

Could you imagine falling in love with someone like Satoru? The man can process anything coming his way faster than it can even be perceived. This is except when it came to falling for you.

That being said, he's not going to baby you into the supernatural three ring circus that is his life. That would be arrogantly irresponsible.

As soon as he knew you weren't going anywhere, he made a point to teach you to fear the dangers of his world as he understood better than anyone the cost of bearing such a burden. One of the first things he made sure you understood was how to be wary of the places that gave off a any kind of bad vibes.

But... it wasn't like you set out for this... but you know what they say about the curious cat...

An uncharacteristically frantic Satoru is losing his mind when you don't make it home at your usual time. It really could've only been about 10 minutes past the time you were due to be home but at the moment, none of his thoughts were logical. Not when he could almost immediately intuit the danger you'd found yourself in.

... Somewhere else

You're bound by your wrists to something sturdy above your head. Your body is so weak you can't even pick your head up enough to make out what it is you're tied to. Even after jerking around with all your might, the chains retaining you hadn't so much as budged.

It was hopeless. And now your murky vision has to be betraying you. Your surroundings were moving in ways it shouldn't.

And was that... a man just now?

Your eyes swept the area around you to find nothing but the dark empty expanse staring back at you. Every ounce of your energy having mysteriously been sapped from your body. Defeated by the onset of fatigue, your head hangs between your shoulders.

Shit Satoru. I fucked up...

Yea. You did sweetheart.

A voice echoes out from somewhere nearby, but every direction you turn in is still just an endless sea of black. Panicked, your words wisp out of you shakily.

Wha-?..who are you?

I'm Mahito...

The disembodied voice calls out to answer you as he figure slowly emerges from the shroud of darkness ahead of you.

Thanks for making this easy for me.

Why the hell am I here Mahito?

Isn't it obvious? Satoru! He'll come running for you. And when he does well... he's no longer gonna be a problem for us.

Your chains rattle against the reinforcement as you struggle to turn away from the foreign hand now clutching your face in a harsh grip. The entity winks at you. His hand is hot on your face, hotter than it should be. It makes your skin crawl and you flinch away in disgust.

Don't fucking touch me.

His lip draws under his annoyingly perfect teeth, as he looks you over pleased with your choice of costume.

Hah! Quite a mouth you got on you little angel. If only I could get locked in here with you, Im sure I could make a devil outta you.

Tch. Ooh. If only. you snide teasing him with a pathetic pout before you spit right in his beautiful face.

Wait. What did he mean...locked ? As in.. inside?

God-fucking-damnit!

Mahito swings his powder blue locks over his shoulder, breaking into a fit of maniacal laughter. He smears the wad of saliva from his face to lick it from his finger.

Fuck! Satoru's a lucky one.

You seem like you'd be so much fun.

Ah well. I'm sure you would've made a fine plaything. Its a shame I gotta leave you here now.

Too bad. So sad Mahito. Best be on your way, bitch.

Your body trembles, betraying the evil glare you aim in his direction. What he'd said before was beginning to sink in.

Locked in...

Fuck me!!

Mahito comes closer to you, making you flinch away.

I guess you're right. I'm sure he'll be here soon and I'm not trying to fight him...Even I know my limits.

He stoops in front of you, his bicolored irises flashing in delight as he reaches past your ear to play with the hem of your angel wing. Guess this is goodbye pretty one.

With that, retreats. Vanishing into the shadows leaving you stranded in the dreadfully cold loneliness. The accompanying darkness enclosing you doesn't help your nerves much either.

As if things couldn't get any weirder. A faint blue fog appears before you and seemingly moves toward you. It creeps closer and closer. Moving about unnaturally as it does so. A hand made out of bones materializes out of the cloud and then... more and more of them emerge. Entire skeletons. Swarming in around you until youre body is swallowed whole by the vapor.

...

Y/n......

Y/n. Wakeup.

Hmm? God Satoru what?

Baby. Wake up.

Your eyes flick open and you're ready to slap Satoru for waking you up before the sun when you didn't need to be.

But wait! This wasn't youre room, this wasn't even a place. You were as happy to see Satoru as you were horrified to see that you're still tethered to the chains from before.

You found quite a place to try and have a nap. Sweetheart.

You know I wasn't napping Satoru ... Now can you help!! you say yanking the chains.

Tsk tsk tsk. He admonishes with a shake of his head. I won't lie. This sucks

Yea it does. Help me outta these won't you.

Mmmm.

What do you mean mmm?

I mean... I did try and tell you....

You scoff rolling your eyes hating exactly how right he was. He told you. Time and time again. Halloween is the worst time to be out and about as a newly awakened sorcerer.

Ugh okay. Baby you made your point. You gripe putting on your best pout and jangling your chains in his direction. C'mon. Satoru let me outta this.

I don't think I will. Not until you answer me one thing...Why were you out here alone?

Because I wanted to be. I can handle myself just fine, thank you. You say proudly even though you knew that in your current predicament, you looked at least 2 sizes too small to for the big shit you talked.

Oh you can huh? He exclaims bearing a crooked smile down at you. But did you ever happen to stop and consider what I said about Halloween.

No. I didn't. You lie.

Immediately. You're met with a look of disbelief.

You don't huh...?

He cocks his head to the side. Leaning over you to jostle your chains.

... You comfortable like this sweetheart? He says rubbing the side of your face suggestively.

You roll your eyes. You know I'm not.

So then tell me why? You're a fucking danger magnet. It follows you wherever you go. You know and you pull this shit?.

Satoru recalls the moments he spent panicking when he couldn't get a read on your energy. And that was exactly what they had hoped for when they dangled the chance to save you in front of him. For the second time in his life, hes d walked into a trap.

He kneels on the ground in front of you, and arm draped across his thigh, the other caesses the side of your face. Why would you risk it y/n?

You stare back at him, too stunned by the vulnerable look in his eye to keep your attitude. Does it matter?

The hell are you asking me right now? Yeah y/n it matters to me that you put yourself in danger.

Awwww. Satoruuu. Were you worried? You sing songed out, teasing him.

His ears burned red.

Shut it. But yes. Obviously I was Sweetheart.

Fiiiine. Fine. You say giving him a small smile. But for real Satoru...You taking me outta this or not?

He glances up over your head, sizing up the length of your chains. Yeah. I will...Once I figure this out.

What?

Oh yea. Guess it seems this place was designed to keep me from using my abilities. So we're trapped here until the people out side can figure out how to get us out.

You're kidding!

Nope.

Fuck. Your voice shakes as the panicking kicks in. What in the actual fuck am I supposed to do now? You ask when you notice him looking down at you.

But wait Sweetheart. I can't lie. You look good in this position.

Tsk...Boy! Don't start. Baby you have to get me outta this.

What?....I'm allowed. I mean baby, you had me going crazy. And now well...I feel like I need to take advantage of this interesting little situation we find ourselves in. Gimme a moment to appreciate you like this.

You glare at your boyfriend. No way this angel eyed menace meant that.

No you creep. You're crazy Satoru. Cmon.

You're so annoyed with your boyfriend but there a glint in his eye as he's staring down at you in your vulnerable state. The depth of those ocean eyes could drown you a hundred times over and right now there was a storm brewing behind them. He was truly enjoying the sight of you, twisting so feebly as if you really wanted to deny this could and would happen. This situation was completely fucked. Sure. But damnit if it wasn't the stuff good girls who keep their heads stuck in smutty books would cream over.

No...You're not seriously considering....

Why not? Baby you're so fucking hard headed.

You laugh.. Yeah and...?

A hard head will make for a soft ass. Every. Fucking. Time Sweetheart.

Why did that send a sneaky little quiver right to that spot? Oh right, cause no matter how screwed you might be. It'd be worth it to let Satoru have his way with you. His mean side is his sexiest side.

Now you'd pissed him off. Sure. But Satoru figures why fight about it when you could fuck about it.

I like you like this. All that mouth on you. No where to run off to... Shit. Why didn't I think of this?

Your complexion ripens under his gaze. God. You're loving this aren't you?

You have no idea.

He lowers himself to your eye level, giving you that cocky smile of his but his piercing stare emanates something more than just frustration. Could it have been a little bit of relief you saw in his eye?

Before you could figure it out, he kisses you. Long and hard, his hands encompass your face as if he couldn't let you go. Your cheeks burn in the palm of his hands as his tongue rolls around your mouth, the strokes of his tongue resonating between your legs in repeated pangs pleasure. He breaks away, pressing his fore head against yours.

You make me crazy y/n you know that don't you?

But I thought you liked a challenge Satoru?

Fair enough. But... I don't know..

He skims a finger down the front of your blouse before he pulls his eyes back to meet yours.

... There is only so much a man can take sweetheart.

He tears the thin fabric away with ease making you yelp in response. You stomach tightens, flesh bared and prickling with goosebumps.

But...

Shhh now. I think you like making me like this. He quiets you, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

But Satoru I...

Any aht! Say the truth. It's just us here after all.

You're panting heavily staring at him with wide eyes.

Maybe... You hesitate, drawing your eyes to his lips, still rosy and wet from your kiss. Maybe it's fun to ruffle those perfect feathers of yours a little...

Is that right?

You shrug... Guess I can't help myself.

He slowly begins to reach his hand down to your waist, keeping his eyes fixed on yours as he does so.

The clatter of the chains reminds you where you are and for a moment, you question whether you can do this here.

I didn't mean to get snatched though. You call out in a weak attempt to make up for the stress you considered you might've put him through.

No you didn't... But here we are. Guess there's nothing else we can do except maybe this.

He tucks his fingers into the strap of your lingirie and snaps the tight band against your skin. You shiver, rattling the chains again.

Uh...Shouldn't we use our time more productively Satoru?

Yeah, I'm about to...Let me get these off you.

He tears at the suspenders keeping your wings attached and they fall the the ground. He rips open the white lacey bodice, leaving you in nothing but the tight thigh highs and gstring, and matching body harness up top

He's kneels before you, pressing his body between your legs. His palms brush softly up the sides of your thighs as he asserts himself over your body.

He glares down at you, his hand groping at the tented area of his pants.

I think it's time we make up don't you think.

You bring your foot up to his shoulder and nudge him away with a feeble kick. God, I cannot stand you.

I should be saying that to you.

Whatever.

Excuse me?

He leans in to press a kiss to the side of your neck.

Whatever Sat— the sudden use of his tongue in your favorite spot catches you off guard.

... What was that now sweetheart?

He asks boasting a cheeky grin as he continues to kiss his way further down your body.

His lips halt their movement right at your navel, granting you only a single moment of clarity. Your eyes open to see him giving you a dangerous look.

Now about that apology.

Your eyes opened wide. What apology? I've done nothing wrong.

No? He asks now trailing his fingers along the wet edge of your panties.

I am.

Your sure? He says looping his finger around the damp fabric and pulling it to the side.

Yes. I don-- ahhh you cried out tugging against your chains and tossing your head back.

His fingers lazily slip between your folds, effectively putting a stop to the sure tantrum you were about to throw.

He prods your clit with his thumb, biting down on his lip as he regards the pleasure overtaking your features.

I'm listening... He suggests slowly dipping his fingers inside.

Use your words baby. I'm gonna need that apology. C'mon. It's easy. Iiii—

He croons teasingly curling his finger inside and pulsing it right against the spot he knew would have your toes curling in no time.

Your legs squeezed together around his arm making him laugh aloud while adding another finger. He begins to pulse them inside you.

Fuuuck Toru...

Yea I know. Say it baby.

Damnit. He's too good at this.

I'm sorry...fuck baby, right there. You squeel in satisfaction, drool beginning to pool in your mouth as your core twisted tighter.

Hmmm. I'm not convinced.

Why don't you try again?

His fingers are rutting in and out of you.The warm enclosure wrings tight around them until you're spilling forth everything, mewling out how sorry you were.

He sets back onto his legs, looking down appreciatively at his little brat, trussed up and convulsing with pleasure when he gets an idea.

He lifts the hem of his shirt over his head a tosses them to the side. He reaches up somewhere over your head and you feel a yank on the chain. A sudden sound of shrieking metal fills your ears, jarring you back into your body.

Did he just???

Sato-?

You're dragged forward until your wrists are pinned into his chest, leaving you unable to unleash your barrage of verbal assaults at him.

You Fu-— your words are muzzled into his kiss and he groans, tightly grabbing the cusp of your ass in a grip that almost hurt. He punctuates the kiss with a sound smack to your rear.

He unlocks his lips from yours, and pushes against your shoulders, forcing a gasp out from your lips.

Satoru? You begged watching him wind the harsh metal chain around his fist. The metal grated against itself as he clinched it tight, giving the metal a yank until the steel bit down into your flesh.

You say your sorry Sweetheart...? Show me.

He was perfection. His slutty little waistline is accentuated by the way his hip jutted out to the he side. Your eyes dropped to the large print lying across his thigh and as mad as you were, your mouth watered.

He undoes his pants and lets them sag around his waist. He flips his dick out over the top and pumps himself slow.

Get it wet pretty girl... maybe I'll believe you. He says with a flick of your chain.

You bent forward, ass hiked up to his liking so he could palm your cakes like a basketball. You brought the swollen head of his dick between your lips, and moaned over him as his fingertips dug into the right spot of your skin.

Hes impressed his little angel doesn't immediately gag on his cock, hes fascinated even. You're so slutted out for him that you forget that he could've freed you at any moment.

Never mind that youre now trapped in this place with minimal hope of escaping. Your minds put all of that aside to focus on the singular object of your affection and the way he helps you along, hands free, he guides himself in and out of your mouth. Keeping a taut hold on your chain as you bobbed back and forth on your elbows. throating every inch of his cock like a glove.

Are you really sorry ?

Mmnmnnmmmngghgg

Ahh. baby... Teeth!

He shudders feeling your garbled apologies vibrating along the tight corner in the back of your throat where his length was now comfily housed.

Fuck y/n. You can do better than that can't you?

Lemme hear it? You sorry or not?

He's so mean about it. Fuck! it makes you wet. It makes you want to sacrifice your breath just to choke on him more.

His body tenses as all the blood rushes to the same spot. He bucks out of your mouth before he can release into the back of your throat.

You're still not making me think you mean it.

Don't you wanna show me?

I do! I meant it Satoru.

He places his fingers under your chin and presses his thumb against your puffy wet lips.

Yea?

A smile pulls at his lips. He believes you. But hes greedy for more of this. He knew that eventually he could fuck the act right into your hard headed ass.

Mhmmm. Alright. Guess I gotta fuck a proper apology outta you... Don't I?

Turn over!

You're body obeys before you've even registered what's happening. He knees your legs apart, pulling back on the chain to hear the way you yiped out. Somehow he's got you hunched over on your knees, your hands held back by your new leash.

Please Satoru.

Tsk. Oh sweetheart. You know thats not what I wanna hear.

I'm sorry baby...

Your knees are burning from all the time spent on them, but it doesn't matter. Your pussy glistens with your arousal for him and the wet hole is repeatedly clenching in wait. You need him as bad as the air in your lungs, maybe more.

The honored one slaps your ass. hard. The bite brings tears to your eyes.

Ahh. I'm sorry. Satoruu. Fuck.

Manners baby.

SLAP.

Baby I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Ohh god please. I need to feel you.

Your flesh stings with another sound slap to the other side causing a your walls to clench tight around nothing. Fuck! It aches so good that your toes curl.

He could feel the heat emanating from your body. He could even see the heavy glow of pleasure as it surrounds you. Even in this dark dank place youre golden aura shines bright in his all seeing eye.

He aligns himself and pushes a few prepatory nudges inside you. Tensing his jaw, he grumbles through clenched teeth until he's buried the full extent of himself inside you.

You welcome the stretch with a drawled out moan, thank you.

Thats my girl.... Won't save you though.

The emphasis of his words are punctuated with a sharp thrust forward.

Ssss, starting to feel like you sorry angel. Keep it up and maybe I'll let you out of this. He brags yanking back as he brought his hips back against you ass to make you sink your nails into the terrain beneath you.

He moves back and forth. again and again... Each time plunging deeper until you were squirming away. He's so deep you can taste the blisssul release creeping up on you. Its sweeter than nirvana, the feeling of him colliding somewhere inside that makes you forget what you're even sorry for.

He's bullying your cunt with a brutality you've never felt. He's beside himself, watching his cock disappearing inside you again and again. You're unable to flee from the shock as he's tugging on your new chain leash.

I want to protect you.... you need to let me!

Ok. Yes Satoru yes. You're whining, inching yourself forward for a moment of relief. There's just absolutely no way your body can take the pleasure he's forcing upon you.

Awww baby, quit your running. You wanted this didn't you? You like to ruffle these perfect feathers? Thats what you said right?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry you wail, twitching pathetically as he draws back and returns with a resounding pound that all but knocks your lights out. You're blissfully cock drunk, the wetness leaking down out over the base of his cock.

It's like he's saying it over and over and over.

...love... you...

... protect.... you.

You can't move, you can't think, you can only feel him fucking his frustration right into you.

Let me... baby....Am I understood?

Yes Satoru. Yes.

Lemmie hear you! Say it again!

Satoru—- Please... Ohhh I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, you scream out letting that dick turn you into groveling mess.

Satorus entire body quivers at the sight of your ass clapping against his skin as he picks up the pace.

Are you? I cant hear you.?

Say that shit like you mean it!.... Say it!

He's being mean and he knows it. But he needs you weak. He needs you broken. He needs you to quit putting yourself in harms way because he wouldn't know what to do without you.

everything you put him through resonates with the pleasure hes giving. You're right where he wants you, so his palm slaps harshly across your ass, his continued unmerciful thrusts knocking loose every screw in your brain.

Baby I am. I swear. Im so so so so sorry!

He yanks, dragging you back against him hard. He traps your arms in a tight lock behind your back and slowly rolls his hips to etch himself deeper. Imprisoning you in his arms, he growls lowly in your ear.

I don't believe you.

He forces you back over, this time pushing your chest to the floor. You're vibrating on the brink of an insidious rapture. Skin clapping against skin. Him tuggeong on your leash to to keep that arch the way he likes it. His pace is unrelenting. Like he was dead set on making you feel how crazy you made him.

You beg and you beg feeling the sloppy trails of arousal leak down the inside of your thighs. You'll say anything, do anything, BE anything for him. He has to know that. But still, he's unrelenting.

What's left of your voice creaks out in a whine.

So so so so sorry daddyyyy ohhhhh.

The moniker spills from your lips making him jolt with pleasure, spilling all kinds of his honored elixir into your trembling mess of a cunt. You're so full of him that your entire body spasms.

Daddy huh?

He likes it. It has a ring to he didn't know he needed to hear. Your clenched so tight he cant pull out. Fresh hot tears are running down your face and you look over your shoulder too distraught with your shattering to even speak to him.

He's gasping for the breath he takes. Beyond satisfied with your apologyas he blinks away the stars in his eyes. a wicked grin stretches across his lips when he sees the tears streaming down your face...

Wait!!. he chuckles, curling a portion of the the chain around either of his hands. He snaps the links and pulls your pleasure riddled body to him.

He clutches your chin between his fingers, and grins.

You cryin'??

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 5 months

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1. did father-in-law!jungkook desire oc even before he slept with her for the first time? he didn't agree to his son and oc's marriage immediately, but when he slept with her, he mentioned that he had been thinking about them together for a long time? did their infertility struggles make it easier for him to get to her?

2. would it be worse for oc if she lived with her in-laws, in the sense that jungkook would provoke her even more, possibly be even more daring by subtly rubbing his bulge against her ass knowing that they could get caught, cause their so's are in the house? i feel like it would've opened a whole new gate to their affair, probably more sex? risky sex too?

I answered quite a few of your questions from the first part in Ask 4 so for sure check that one out if you haven't already and be sure to send another ask if you have any follow up questions hehe

For the second one why don't I let them speak for themselves...

I stand up as tall as I can, trying to get the pitcher on the top shelf so I can make some lemonade for us all but before I'm able to reach it I feel someone pressed up against my back and see a hand reaching up and grabbing it for me with ease.

"Thanks Honey!" I say lovingly and feel a hand snake around my waist making me lean into him. "You're welcome angel" I hear whispered in my ear and I freeze up at the voice before turning around and shoving him off.

"Jungkook what the fuck?" I ask, trying to keep my voice down so I don't alert Mrs. Jeon in the other room. "What? I just wanted to help you. You're the one who leaned back into me" he says coming back towards me and placing a hand on my waist but I push him off again before he can get any closer.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You're really getting hard right now just from that?" I say taking note of the growing bulge in his pants. I try to walk out of the kitchen after seeing that but Jungkook grabs my wrist keeping me here. "I'm not done talking to you love" he says taunting me. "Well I'm done talking to you" I say trying to slip my hand out of his grasp but he grabs on tighter and pull me back.

"I have a proposition for you" he says rubbing circles on the inside of my wrist to soothe the pain that he caused. "Last time you propositioned me was when I got myself into this mess with you so whatever it is the answer is no" I say and he stops my continued efforts of trying to get away from him because he knows no matter what I won't cause a scene. Especially not in my own house.

"I was wondering, since my son is gone for a majority of the year with all of the trips I'm having to send him on wouldn't it be easier for you and the children were to stay with us when he's gone? In fact you could probably consider moving in since 'Grandma' would be there most of the time to help" he asks while looking at me over the rim of his glass.

"Never. Gonna. Happen. My children and I-" he raises a brow at me leaving me take a quick glance around before complying. "Our children and I need our own space and I do not want to impose on Mrs. Jeon. Plus I want to stay as far away from you as possible at all times so why would I subject myself to that kind of torture?" I say, surprised that he would eve think it would be something I would consider.

"The nanny is perfectly capable if lending me a helping hand so I won't need your help to that extent. Both of you are welcome to come see the children but I would prefer if you were to both come together since your random visits have made me very uncomfortable" I say hoping he'll hear me out and alter his behavior.

"It's cute that you think we would do something like that love. My wife and I only go to places together when absolutely required like say when we're at formal events. This simple family time that I would like to have isn't going to be one of those cases. So I guess that means I'm still welcome to come" he says knowing that he would anyway even if I were to say no.

"Just show some common courtesy and text me before you come over" I ask hoping that he'll at least start doing that. "Mmm I will if I feel like it but no promises" he say tapping twice under my chin and walking away.

'Just when I thought he couldn't get anymore crazy he tries to get me to do that? Un fucking believable'.

"Hey honey did you need any help in here?" Mrs. Jeon asks, making her way into the kitchen after I had been cutting up some lemons for a few minutes after Jungkook had left. "No that's okay don't worry about it. I got it" I say and start using the juicer to get us some fresh lemonade but she insists nonetheless.

"The children have been asking for you outside so why don't you let me take this over" she insists again. "Oh yeah then I guess if you don't mind" I say wiping my hands on a towel, not wanting her to get suspicious of my determination in declining her help since she had a good reason to come and take over.

"Of course not! I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to sweetie" she says laughing and sending me on my way. I look back at her after I've taken a few step and just watch as she starts putting all the ingredients together.

She's such a beautiful and kind person so I don't know why Jungkook would ever want to cheat on someone like her. Then again nothing that he does seems to make any sense. She's too good for him and it's sad to see her locked into the clearly loveless marriage they're in.

"Mommy, mommy come on! I want to show you the drawings I did with the sidewalk chalk that grandpa got me!" my daughter says, tugging on my skirt. "Alright love I'm coming" I say, smiling down at her and laugh as she drags me outside when I'm not going fast enough.

Hope that answered your questions 🥰

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Things End | People Change - Dead Things

content: vampires, discussed death of a family member, angst

Vincent clutches the flowers in his shaking hands. He is ashamed of himself. Henry was alive when he returned to England and this is the first time that he is visiting.

Was that… seventy years ago, now?

Vincent is still twenty-two.

He has begun to find comfort in cemeteries. Perhaps it is because he is a dead thing, too. Stones and dirt as cold as he is. He navigates his way between the gravestones, scanning the plaques with his eyes for his brother's name.

He finds his own first.

It's weathered with time, of course. No death date carved. But below a monument of an angel - Vincent could almost laugh at the irony - is his own name.

In memory of Vincent Maddox

Beloved brother and son

I hope it was a mistake to hold a funeral so soon

So they believed him to be dead. Vincent wonders when they decided to hold a funeral. Was it long after he disappeared?

Knowing him, Henry held out hope for years, until his wife gently convinced him to find some closure instead. I hope it was a mistake. It wasn't. Not truly.

Henry's grave is right beside his own, and Anise's after that. Of course Henry would've ensured that they were buried beside each other. He loved Anise to the ends of the Earth. His sentimentality was nauseating. Vincent misses it.

He finds himself sinking to his knees on the stone, shaking uncontrollably. He places the flowers against the headstone and brings his hands to his chest, clasped over his still heart. It's a physical pain, the lump in his throat and the pit in his stomach.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, a sob escaping him. "I'm so sorry. I miss you. I missed you every day. Please forgive me. I should have come back. I should have begged your forgiveness while you still breathed."

Vincent doesn't believe in a God or a Heaven anymore. But he prays, just for a moment, that there is something good after death. Not for people like him, but maybe Henry and Anise are somewhere gentle, somewhere kind and warm. Without worry, without pain, without him.

"Excuse me?"

Vincent cries out in surprise and quickly stumbles to his feet. A young woman is staring at him curiously. She has the same eyes as he does and his brother did.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," she says, offering him a soft smile. "Are you quite alright?"

"U-Um, yes!" Vincent says, a little too loud, a little more strangled than he'd like. "I'm fine!"

She sighs sympathetically. "Don't worry about it, really. Nobody would blame you for being emotional. I was just a little confused, is all. Are you a relative? I'm his great granddaughter - Henry's, that is."

Something twists in Vincent's gut, coiling upwards, but he forces a smile, and nods in a little bow. Do people do that anymore? He doesn't remember exactly, but surely if he offered a handshake it wouldn't be completely appropriate?

"Vincent, um, Berkeley," Vincent says, thankful he still remembers Anise's maiden name. "I'm from the other side of the family. I would be some sort of distant cousin to you, I think. Named after the Maddox who went missing, actually. I thought I'd visit their graves and it, um, clearly had quite the effect on me."

Vincent so often feels like a actor, nowadays. Lines and scripts and masks.

"Oh!" The woman offers her hand to him and, relieved, he takes it. "I'm Florence Royston. I thought I knew all of even my most distant family."

"I've been… abroad," Vincent replies softly.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, all the same," Florence smiles. "I'm just here to leave some flowers of my own and make sure the graves are neatened up."

"How did Henry die, out of interest?" Vincent asks, watching as she delicately lays down her flowers and sets to work brushing filth and rubbish aside.

"Old age, as far as I'm aware," she replies. "His wife died soon after. Of a broken heart, they say. Utterly romantic, don't you think?"

Old age. Surrounded by family, most likely. Vincent wonders if Henry spent all those years wondering if he would return. Vincent hastily wipes a tear from his cheek.

Vincent lets out a half-hearted, awkward chuckle. "I don't think I find it quite as romantic as you seem to."

"I can be somewhat macabre," Florence laughs.

She really is of their blood, the way she moves and laughs and speaks, tiny reminders of who he used to be. It is agony.

"You said you had been abroad," Florence says. "Where abouts have you been?"

"France," Vincent says. "Mostly. Though I have seen more of Europe, my more permanent residence was France."

"A lovely country," Florence says. "The Maddox you were named for went missing in France, oddly enough. It really is such a shame they never discovered what happened to him."

Vincent would scream if he was able. His vocal chords tangle together. I am right here, he wants to say, I am dead and I am right here and it is consuming me from the inside out.

Of course he doesn't.

"A shame," Vincent murmurs. "Indeed."

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ventithedrunkbardehe · 11 months

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hello, I was wondering if we could pls have this, but genshin impact edition?

Yes ofc!

I'll be making Mondstadt boys then I'll make the other regions too <3

Also sorry for not writing for Mika I don't really know him that well 🙏

Genshin Impact Mondstadt boys with a gn!reader who is as strong as Yor from spy x family

Albedo I feel like he'd know already that you're strong but not this strong, so it would probably like this: You're a helper of Albedo with you being a knight at the KoF. You were asked to accompany him in Dragonspine, since he had a new place that he wanted to research and find maybe new items thst he could use for his alchemy. The journey was going pretty well until you tried leaving the cave. The two of you already guessed that there's some kind of monster's livingplace you entered, but the two of you never thought about the monster being this gigantic nor dangerous. You tried coming up with an escape route but there weren't any beacuse the monster found you guys easily. So it attacked and you fought back easily taking it down. You helped him carry the stuff that he got from the cave to his lab and so your guy's day went on with him asking weird or not so weird questions about your strenght.

Bennett is our little unlucky adventure boy so you guys probably met on an adventure. You were going thru Windrise when you saw someone being dragged away by hilichurls so you went after them you found a quite big hilichurl camp where they held Bennett hostage. You saw how terrified he was so you knew you had to take matter to you own hand. You wiped out the entire camp pretty nicely rescuing Bennett who looked at you like you were a god\godess. You helped him back to Mondstadt. While going back to the city he didn't stop talking about how strong you are and how thankful he is to you and he asked you to join Benny's Adventure team so you either accept it or not he will be by your side beacuse he wants to repay you.

Diluc wouldn't be that suprised. Like Albedo, he knew you were strong but but didn't expect you to be that strong. I feel like he would find out your strenght like, walking around the Winery and he would just see you slaying enemies like they are some kind of bugs to you. Kaeya already talked about you to him as 'The newest member of the KoF'. The two of you talked before beacuse you got dragged into the Angel's Share without ypur consent. So while everyone was drunk the two of you got to know eachother pretty well. He was zoning out so much that he didn't even notice you standing infront of him trying to ger his attention.

Kaeya would be impressed and would likely clap for you. As at Diluc's let's say that you're a new member of the KoF and he was your partner in the most recent mission. He expected that you're somewhat strong but not so strong that you can wipe out a hilichurl camp single-handedly. So he was just there standing a few meters behind you as he watched you fighting with the hilichurls. But did the Calvary Capitan had any fighting on his mind? No not really unless you get hurt or you really need help. But since you didn't get hurt neither needed the help that he'd offer you so he was standing there with his arms crossed across his chest until you killed the last hilichurl and then there he was clapping for your impressive strenght and fighting skills.

Razor lives in the wild as we know. I imagine he'd encounter your strenght when you protected his so called Lupical. There are quite a few hilichurls living around Wolvendom and some went out to look for food and well, met an injured wolf. Luckily you were there picking Wolfhooks so before anything bad happened you came to the rescue. Razor arrived too but if it was justo nly him there, he would've been too late. He ran uo to the injured wolf as he watched you cut down the few hilichurls with ease. He thanked that you protected a member of his lupical as he tried to take care of the wound the poor wolf had. You saw him struggling so you took over and bandaged up the wound.

Venti was just chilling on the Windrise tree at night as he heard someone "disturbing" his peace. He looked down and saw a person being surrounded by monsters so he thought he'll help but as he got up he saw that the person is cutting the monsters down with ease so he stayed on the tree, deciding not to interfere the mini battle. He saw a bit of a struggling as you were getting tired but you still took the victory. He chukled to himself as you reminded him of Venessa, laying back on the tree branch, begining to loose himself in the nostalgia of the past.

Aether was travelling around when he saw someone in the distance fighting some monsters. He thought he'll jump in but when he arrived you cut the last one down with a powerfull slash. He just stood infront of you like: O-O "Emm... Are you okay? Did you get hurt?" - He asked trying to break the akward silence, but still being in shock. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm used to this." - You answered, then the akward silence continued until Paimon had something stupid.

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3-heartstyle · 2 months

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So because I was stupid in leaving behind my sketchbook during a family trip, I'm going to practice my writing.

Here's some romantic dialogue between Layla and Cora during a quiet night.

Some context, it's during the time they are traveling together. Layla knows Corazon is a spy/marine and have lied to Law so he won't be overly upset with him.

Enjoy!

Layla: "So... I have something on my mind I'd hope you'd answer truthfully."

Cora: "Ah, I'll try. You know I can't share much details."

Layla: "Yes, I'm aware and don't worry. It has nothing to do with..."

She looks over at a sleeping Law.

"...your position."

Cora: "Ask away."

Layla: "How long have you loved me?"

It was a sudden crash onto the ground as Corazon falls near the fire pit. Layla quickly pulls him away.

Layla: "Are you alright?"

Cora: "I-I'm okay. Was caught off guard. At the-the, ahem, question."

Layla: "Well I guess I should have had you sit down and to brace yourself first before asking such a thing."

Cora: "No! No, it's fine. It's just uh..."

His face flushes pink at her teasing smirk.

Cora: "It's quite hard to pinpoint exactly when I fell for you to keep track how long I loved you..."

Layla raises an eyebrow at his nervous demeanor.

Cora: "but... I guess when I realized I've fallen for you was a bit after Law has shown up."

Layla: "That was nearly 3 years ago! Why didn't you say something?"

Cora: "Well, it's not like I could have said anything during that time anyway. Heh."

A small smack on his arm at the poor joke.

Layla: "I'm being serious here."

Cora: "And I'm being serious too. How could I say anything about it? It could have put you in more danger with other pirates if word got out. Even worse if my brother found out."

Layla: "I- Well- I don't know how you could have felt that way so long and kept it to yourself. I would've gone crazy."

Cora: "Ah well, if I had your way of thinking I would have been a madman then."

Layla: "What you mean?"

Cora: "The more I think about it, I believe my subconscious had fallen for you before my mind has realized.

Ah! Yes, I remember now.

The moment we've locked eyes, that must've struck something in me. The golden color shining greater than any treasure we've came across. It sparked an even greater desire than every pirate's want for the One Piece."

Layla: "Oh, you exaggerating."

Cora: "I'm not. There were other moments with your voice that should have made me realize."

Layla: "My voice?"

Cora: "Yes, your voice.

The songs the radio has played as you worked will often have the word "corazón" in them. It made my heart skip a beat every time you sung along. I only could have dreamed of you saying my real name just as sweet.

Then there were your cries...

My heart ached as you've cried and for so long too. From the start you've dealt with so much loss and being forced to stay with us only worsen your grief.

But your laugh...

Oh, the first time I've somehow managed to make you laugh out loud, my heart soared. It's like I've heard heaven's angelic choir."

Layla: *laughs* "oh Rosinante stop it, you big sap."

She was hiding her face out of embarrassment. He takes her hands away from her face and holds them to his chest.

Cora: "Haha! There it is! How beautiful it sounds."

He brings her gloved hands to cradle the sides of his face.

Cora: "and there's your gentle touch.

How rare it was for you to initiate back then, but when you did, it was to show me kindness. How careful you'd check for injuries after a mission and how soft you'd be when you stitched me back up.

The warmth of your hands left me burning hotter than any fire I've caused to myself."

He kisses the scarred skin of her wrist.

Cora: "So with my mindset, the time I've yearned for you only made me an even clumsier fool."

Layla gives Corazon a deep kiss.

Layla: "But it resulted into being a happy fool, I assume?"

Cora: "The happiest."

#*dreamy sigh*#now that I have a voice claim for Layla #I can only hear them talk as if they're in a old timey radio #idk i think it makes it a bit more romantic #long post #my writing #one piece #one piece oc #corazon x oc #oc: layla montez #donquixote corazon #donquixote rosinante

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wolpertinger-prince · 8 months

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Of Wolpenauct: AKA Part One of a Raytas Continuation

In the midst of finding his newfound pals missing, Rayman meets a new face he's only heard of in stories.

After recently deciding to reinvent my old self-insert, I had to write a fic of them inserting them into the story of the Rayman cartoon. For context, "lago lago" is what I call Lac-Mac's species. "Vuni vuni" is the species of my other OC, who I'll hopefully write another fic for sometime soon.

"Betina? Lac-Mac?"

No answer.

"Flips? Cookie?"

No light but the moon's lit Rayman's way as he ran through the apartment door, strangely left ajar. An uncomfortable silence filled the space, leaving no hope for the thingamajig. No muffled music through Lac-Mac's earphones, nor off-key humming from the kitchen. Just Rayman's footsteps.

"...Guys?"

The eerie lack of Grub's car parked outside could only lead to one conclusion: Rayman's friends had been taken. Grub or Rigatoni finally caught up with them and only missed Rayman by happenstance.

"No…"

Rayman's heart ached for the first time since his home had been overtaken by the robot pirates. He leaned his back against the wall and sat, right in the spot he would sit with Lac-Mac and tell Flips stories of the Glade while the other listened to his music. Rayman failed both of them, as well as Betina and Cookie. He didn't realize that tears were welling up in his eyes while he thought of what he might've done if only he'd been there. What he could've done earlier. Find them a better home. Take them back to the Glade. Anything would've been better than this.

"Oh, stop that wailing, won't you?"

Rayman gasped as the voice reached him, removing his hands from his large, tearful eyes. Before him was what might've once upon a time been an angelic being, but has clearly seen better days. The sharp-muzzled lagomorph hovered outside the open window on large wings detached from their back, their once glistening blue garments now dulled. Large, sharp antlers floated above their head which was blanketed with a shaggy mane. One of their long ears was ripped to ribbons and a scar shut their right eye. From their mouth hung two massive fangs, curled perfectly over the short beard that sagged at the end of their chin. Their one good eye still sparkled as beautifully as the forest they called home.

Rayman jumped to his feet, not helping but to step closer to this creature as they flew into the ransacked apartment. As their large feet touched the floor, their wings shrunk until they were just small puffs of feathers that hovered behind their back. Their good eye narrowed at Rayman, catching the thingamajig off-guard. Rayman wiped his tears on one gloved hand before looking at the creature again.

"If memory serves," he began. "Then y-you're…"

"Wolpenauct," the creature introduced.

"...the Wingler!'

The creature, Wolpenauct, rolled their good eye.

"Yes, I suppose that's what those teensies call me."

Their voice was feminine, but sharp.

"Ly told me all about you," Rayman continued. "But she told me you disappeared."

"Yes, and I'm sure this… Ly has quite the bristling opinion of me," Wolpenauct huffed, their ears flattening against their head. "The rest of the Glade does."

"Actually," Rayman began, hesitantly. "She told me your story was tragic."

Wolpenauct's ears raised, good eye widening as they were caught off-guard.

"She did?"

Rayman nodded.

"The Beast Fairy. The one that never abandoned anyone, until they themself were abandoned," he paused. "...Why are you here?"

Wolpenauct's good eye started to scan the room, pots and pans knocked over with the upper cabinet door left ajar. A broken walkman and a lone teddy bear laying on the floor. It was evident that whatever mission the thingamajig started, he'd failed.

"I'd come looking for a kidnapped lago lago," Wolpenauct explained. "One of my creations. Apparently, you'd rescued him and kept him hidden up until now."

"Oh… Lac-Mac," Rayman sniffled, having to wipe his eyes again. "I'm sorry… he's not here."

"Well, I can see that," Wolpenauct answered sharply. "For being the Glade's hero, you haven't done a very good job protecting your friends."

"No need to rub it in," Rayman retorted, annoyance clear in his voice.

"Well, it's only fair I remind you that those of the Glade are a fickle people; if you don't save this Lac-Mac and the others, who knows? You might not be the Glade's favorite plaything anymore."

Rayman chose to ignore the "plaything" comment, for the time-being at least.

"Will you help me find them and get them back?" Rayman asked the creature.

Wolpenauct hummed, then shook their head. They turned their glance out the window, scanning the stars.

"There are others I must tend to," they explained. "While I had exiled myself, so many of my creations had been taken…"

"You mean, Lac-Mac and the others aren't the only ones?"

"Mmhm," Wolpenauct turned their head to face Rayman again and nodded. "Poaching the lago lago and the vuni vuni - that's another of my creations - has become popular. Why did you think Admiral Razorbeard tried to take away all of your old friends from your part of the Glade?"

"Gee, I didn't know that still went on… Does that mean there's more circuses?"

"Circuses, theaters… all kinds of performance venues have taken my creations from their homes to use them for their innate skills. I have made it my mission to find them and set them free." Wolpenauct's ears drooped as their glance drifted to the floor. "I owe it to them."

Rayman's eyes shifted in thought. When Admiral Razorbeard kidnapped him, the teensies, and Globox, none of them had any idea what they were getting into. To be sold off, to someone like Rigatoni? If Lac-Mac wasn't the only one of his kind being hunted, should Rayman seek them all out? He was, like Wolpenauct said, the Glade's hero after all. But before he could ponder any further, Wolpenauct looked at Rayman with a narrowed eye.

"Well? Are you going?" They asked. "Do I need to threaten you?"

"No," Rayman answered briskly, somewhat out of fear. "They're my friends. You're right; I have to find them."

"Then stop wasting time, Rayman," Wolpenauct retorted. "I'm going to hunt down those that are tormenting my creations. You'd better have succeeded in your mission the next time I see you."

Wolpenauct turned to go, only for a comment of Rayman's to give them pause.

"If you happen to run into Rigatoni, the guy that took Lac-Mac," he began. "You better be careful. He's got a temper."

"Ha," Wolpenauct sneered. "He doesn't have mine."

With that, the Beast Fairy's wings expanded, and they flew out the window. Rayman made tracks out of the darkness of the apartment into the darkness of the night. Don't worry, guys. I'm coming for you, he thought. Now, if only he knew where to start.

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