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asdfghjklmals · 10 months

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GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff, angst. no smut. mentions of pregnancy, sex, injury, blood, and abortion. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 4.5k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, boyfriend!gojo, pregnant!oc, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: during oc gojo girlfriend's yearly check up with shoko, she finds out she's pregnant. how will satoru act when he finds out? AUTHOR'S NOTE: i did make some changes to the beginning compared to the preview that i posted! thank you @mdnxghtjj for staying up late with me to try to make up scenarios on how oc gojo girlfriend would be pregnant by accident lol my google search probably thinks i'm the pregnant one. here is the official start to my version of dad!gojo and the official start to the baby gojo chronicles 🥹 REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions, instead please do!

your least favorite time of the year was when shoko had everyone visit her office for a yearly check up. that was a full examination for everyone.

“here, pee on this.” shoko handed you a pregnancy test. you looked at her with confusion written all over your face.

shoko saw your facial expression and reassured you, “it’s just part of the protocol, (y/n). would you rather pee in a cup? last time you told me you hate peeing in cups because you don't want to accidentally pee on your hands.”

“fine... it’s gonna be negative anyways.” you said confidently. you took the test from her hand reluctantly and went to the bathroom.

as shoko gave you a thorough examination, you couldn’t help but peer at the white and blue pregnancy test sitting in the corner next to the sink. it wasn’t your first time using one, but it was always strange taking one. especially for no reason.

"alright, you're done. have you been feeling better since you caught that cold?" shoko asked as you hopped off the examination able. she went back to the sink to remove her gloves and wash her hands. you had caught some horrible cold or stomach bug over a month ago, and it left you with fever, chills, and non-stop vomitting for weeks. you were so sick that you told satoru you wanted to write a will to leave everything to megumi and tsumiki because you didn't think you were going to make it.

“yeah. i haven’t been that sick in so long. i was vomitting like every other hour. satoru thought he was going to die when i wouldn’t let him sleep in our bed. he slept in tsumiki's old room for two weeks, poor guy. i didn't want him to catch whatever it was,” you chuckled at the thought of your 6’3” boyfriend sleeping in a baby pink decorated room.

“(y/n)…”

“yeah?” you turned to face shoko.

shoko asked you cautiously, “are you on birth control?”

suspicion filled your eyes as you peered at the amber-eyed doctor, “yeah, i’ve been on birth control since i was 21… why?”

“your pregnancy test came back positive.”

you stared at the digital screen. the words “pregnant” screamed at you inside your head. were you really pregnant? this was something you never thought would happen, at least not right now.

“that’s not possible, shoko.” you laughed nervously in disbelief.

“according to the test, you are.” shoko looked confused. as a doctor, she was determined to figure out how one of her bestfriends, who was on birth control, got pregnant. she studied your charts and medical records as she chewed on the tip of her pen.

you tried to retrace your footsteps for the past month. you had a very specific routine, and you took your birth control every morning after brushing your teeth and washing your face. your package of pills sat in your bathroom drawer just below the sink as your daily reminder to take your birth control.

shoko folded her arms and cleared her throat, “uhm, i hate to ask you this because i truly don’t want to know, but when was the first time you and gojo had sex after you got sick?”

you thought it was a strange question because wouldn’t shoko want to know when the most recent time you were intimate with satoru was?

“well…” you looked at her sheepishly, a face full of embarrassment, “we had sex right when my cold symptoms went away.” it would’ve been uncomfortable for your aching body, so you made satoru wait. and yes, he complained about it for two weeks.

shoko massaged her temples as she realized what the problem was, “god, (y/n). remember you were literally throwing up all the time when you were sick?”

your jaw dropped, “does that mean i threw up my birth control…?”

“that could’ve been the case, but if you throw up 1-2 hours after taking your birth control, your body might not have the chance to absorb it. your body was technically missing dosages since you were vomiting almost every day for a week…” shoko explained.

you stared at the doctor. your heart was racing and your mind had a million thoughts running through your head. you couldn’t believe that you were pregnant. there was just no way. as much as you and satoru joked about having kids, you knew deep down that satoru wasn’t ready. and you didn’t think he’d ever be. but you were okay with that. you had spent most of your young adult life raising two kids, so you felt like you weren't missing out on much.

“please, don’t tell satoru.” you quietly pleaded with shoko.

“don’t tell gojo-sensei what?” megumi asked from the office door. he dropped his backpack and his gym bag on the floor, walking towards you and shoko.

your eyes widened as you discreetly shifted the pregnancy test under your thigh, “hi kiddo, don’t tell gojo-sensei that i bought him his favorite kikufuku as a surprise.” that was a horrible lie, you're usually better than that.

shoko cleared her throat to try and change the subject, “hi megumi! you’re early for your exam.”

“yeah, i finished jujutsu practice early.” he replied back to shoko as he reverted his gaze back at you, “(y/n), what’s going on?”

“nothing, i just finished my exam. shoko says i’m as healthy as a horse!” you laughed nervously.

“you’re pregnant, aren’t you?” megumi asked you straightforwardly, “you were complaining about your boobs hurting the other day, you felt sick yesterday morning at breakfast, and you complained about being bloated at lunch today. not to mention, you’re always throwing up in my bathroom at home.”

you stopped to think about the symptoms that megumi just listed. you didn’t even consider that being pregnant was the reason why you were experiencing those symptoms. you always thought you were in the clear with those stupid tiny birth control pills.

you sighed, lifting your thigh to grab the pregnancy test. you showed it to megumi. “satoru doesn’t know… and we’re going to keep it that way.”

“why don’t you want to tell him?” he asked you, “are you guys fighting?”

“no, we're not fighting. this whole thing was an accident because of my cold last month... and to be honest, i don't know if your sensei even wants kids.” you smiled halfheartedly at megumi.

“i won’t say anything.” megumi promised. he couldn't imagine satoru gojo not wanting to reproduce and to have mini-satorus running around to terrorize the jujutsu world.

you warned him, “that means you can’t tell tsumiki either, i don’t want her to rush back home from her study abroad program just because of this.” (read 'wherever you are' here)

megumi reached his pinky out to you and you locked yours with his, both of you kissing your thumbs to seal the seal. he wrapped his arms around you in a warm hug. you needed that comfort right now.

“if i do the math, you’re about 5 weeks pregnant, (y/n).” shoko said, “so stop taking your birth control if you want to keep your baby.” megumi’s green eyes peered over at you, interested in what you had to say about that.

“what if i want to get an abortion…?” you asked quietly. megumi’s eyes now wide in horror. 'how could you even think about abortion?' he thought.

shoko sighed, “i think that’s something you should have a serious talk with gojo about. it would be unfair for him not to know.”

you weren’t sure if you should feel excited, nervous, or scared. you were excited because who wouldn’t want to have a child with the love of their life? you were nervous (and scared) because you didn’t know how satoru would react if you told him. you were scared because your unborn baby would be a target to all rival clans, inheriting all of yours and satoru’s enemies. not only that, but also a target for all intelligent curses as well.

later that night: the gojo/(l/n) household

“how was your yearly check up?” satoru asked as you poked at your medium rare steak that you probably shouldn’t be eating now that you were pregnant. he watched you as you rolled a roasted baby potato around your plate with your fork.

“it was fine. healthy as a horse.” you recycled your joke from this afternoon. satoru furrowed his brows, he sensed something was wrong. you were fine this morning, so what happened between the time you went to work and the time you got home?

“are you sure…?” he started to pry.

annoyance starting to rise in your tone. you kissed the back of your teeth, “i just don’t feel well… and the steak is too rare.” you lied. you always ate your steak medium rare. rareness did not bother you, the cow could still be mooing and you’d eat it.

“i can always put it back on the grill, babe. want it medium?”

“well-done, please.” you mumbled, “thanks, sweetheart.”

satoru picked up your plate, extremely confused on why all of a sudden you would eat a well-done steak. it was very unlike you. he kissed you on the cheek to try to ease whatever it was that was bugging you. you wanted to tell him so badly that you were pregnant. you never kept secrets from each other. you watched him slide on his slippers, opening the door to the patio with catoru following behind him. he slapped your steak on the grill again while looking out at the tokyo skyline.

during this time, you wondered what kind of father satoru would be. you imagined he would be the carefree type of dad. he would be the fun, loving, lenient father while you were the one to lay down the rules. that’s how it was when you were both raising megumi and tsumiki. your eyes started to well up with tears at the thought of satoru possibly becoming a father. was this the pregnancy hormones getting to you?

you quickly wiped your tears as satoru made his way back into the apartment with your steak. he closed the door behind him and sat down next to you at the dining table.

“why were you crying just barely?” he asked softly. he could sense your cursed energy wavering from the patio. he knew every mood you were in just because of how your cursed energy looked to his six eyes.

“i wasn’t crying,” you said adamantly, “my eyes were itchy.”

satoru understood that whatever was bothering you, you didn’t want to talk about it. normally, he would pry and pry until you would finally tell him what was wrong, but tonight, he felt that he shouldn’t. he cut your steak into bite-sized cubes for you, just like how you always did before you started eating.

you caressed his cheek with your hand, giving him a soft smile in appreciation.

“should we go get some ice cream with the kids tomorrow? i promise i’ll treat.” he asked, knowing that ice cream always made you feel better after a shitty day.

“yeah. i need that dairy-free double scoop of chocolate ice cream right now.” (read ‘seeing red’ here)

the next day

you had taken half a day off to meet satoru, nobara, yuji, and megumi in shibuya to grab the ice cream that satoru promised you last night. you and satoru walked next to each together as your spirit birds flew overhead. the students were following behind you with their ice cream cones.

“i still can’t believe gojo-sensei has been dating (y/n)-sensei for over 10 years.” nobara hissed at her two partners as she watched you and satoru walking together in front of them.

“why is it hard to believe? sensei is a pretty good looking dude.” yuji said nonchalantly.

megumi sighed and explained, “that’s not the point, itadori. the point is that (y/n)-sensei is way out of his league.”

“you seem pretty close to her, fushiguro.” yuji pointed out, noticing that megumi always defended you no matter what the topic was.

“i kinda owe her and gojo-sensei my life.” megumi grumbled, “they took me in when i was five.”

nobara looked at him, wide-eyed, “you mean… they adopted you when they were 18?! and (y/n)-sensei is basically like your mom?! oh my god! he needs to put a ring on her immediately for all he puts her through!”

megumi knew the reason why you two weren’t married yet. it was for your safety, not because gojo-sensei didn’t want to. he would’ve married you right after high school graduation if that was the case.

you giggled to yourself as you scooped chocolate ice cream to feed to satoru. he grabbed the spoon from you, licking it clean.

“their conversation is so funny.” you said to him.

“are you listening to them with your shikigami? you’re so nosy.” satoru playfully chastised you.

you called back your birds with your hand signal as they flew closer to you and satoru. they seemed to be flying happily as no danger was around. “your students are wondering why we aren’t married yet.”

“you already know why.” satoru put the spoon back into your ice cream.

“you don’t want to make me a target.” you recited back to him. satoru gojo believed that if you were to marry him, you would be a target and gain all his and the gojo clan’s enemies. that would make you the achilles' heel to the strongest sorcerer known to man.

“it’s not like people don’t know that we’re together.” you rolled your eyes, “i can take care of myself, satoru. i'm pretty sure the kamo clan is out for my head as we speak.” (read ‘love at first fight’ here)

“i know you can take care of yourself. i just think it’s safer this way.” he shrugged.

“but i want to have kids too. i’m not getting any younger.” you inserted, hoping he’d take the bait to talk about having kids.

“what are you talking about? we have two kids, megumi and tsumiki.” satoru said nonchalantly, you wanted to face palm your forehead to how oblivious he was.

digging deeper, you added, “i want kids with white hair and blue eyes running around.”

“hate to break it to you sweetheart, but they won’t be getting blue eyes. there can only be one six eyes in a lifetime, you already know that.”

“what about your white hair?” you tip-toed to ruffle his hair as he laughed, grabbing your hand.

“what about your black hair and beautiful green eyes that i love so much?” satoru grinned at you, “if you want, we can practice reproducing later tonight?”

you threw an ice shard at him, hitting his infinity. “no inappropriate jokes around the students, please.” you chastised him as he winked at you. you scooped another bite of ice cream into your mouth as you frowned.

“so feisty… i’m in for a world of trouble if our future kids ever get your attitude.”

“if that’s the case… you better get ready.” you muttered under your breath.

satoru didn’t hear your comment. “hmmm? what’d you say?” he asked.

“nothing, eat your ice cream.” you replied, quickly shoving another spoonful in his mouth.

"ouch, brain freeze." satoru grimaced.

one week later

time was ticking as the baby in your stomach was growing. you had to tell satoru you were pregnant.

your morning sickness was horrible. you didn’t want satoru to catch onto anything, so whenever you felt sick, you ran to the bathroom near megumi’s room across the apartment instead of your master bathroom. (see the apartment layout here)

“babe?” satoru found you in the guest bathroom, hurled over the toilet, dry heaving. “are you okay?” he crouched down to pull your hair back, “do we need to go see shoko?”

“no, it’s fine.” you pushed him away, “leave me alone, please. i don't want to you see me like this.”

“and why would i leave you alone? there's clearly something going on with your health again.” he comforted you, rubbing firm circles on your upper back.

after your morning sickness session in the bathroom subsided, you miserably dragged your feet back to your bathroom to brush your teeth. satoru leaned against the bathroom door frame, arms folded. you turned to face him.

“don’t you have a mission today?” you asked him, hoping that he'd leave soon.

“yeah, i do. but don’t change the subject. what is going on? are you sick?” satoru asked. the past week you had unintentionally become distant and avoided having deep conversations with him. he felt the cold shoulder from you emotionally and he hated it. he was starting to get fed up.

“no. i’m not sick.”

“do you have some type of terminal illness or something that you’re not telling me about?”

“no, satoru!” you scoffed in disbelief. he was so smart and cunning in battle, how could he not put 2+2 together for something as simple as this?

“do you want to break up with me? is that it? are you tired of me?” he asked quietly.

how could he ask you that after 10 years of putting up with him?

“no!!!” you shouted at him.

“then what is it, (y/n)?!” he finally snapped after a week of trying to be patient, “what are you hiding from me?” satoru’s voice raised an octave as he got more frustrated as the conversation was going nowhere.

you couldn’t handle it anymore. you clenched your fists, water started pouring out of the apartment faucets and showers from your raging cursed energy.

“i’m pregnant!” you shouted back at him.

satoru lifted his blindfold, his blue eyes widened, jaw dropped. it was as if time stood still for him. the only thing he could hear was the sound of your angry breathing and all the faucets flowing throughout the apartment.

“what…?” satoru whispered, “that can’t happen. you’re on birth control.”

“that’s what i thought too. but shoko confirmed it.” you told him as tears started to form on your long dark lashes.

“damn it… damn it. damn it!” satoru hissed. he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing off his blindfold and throwing it at the bathroom counter. “why didn’t you tell me?”

his reaction hurt your feelings, “because i didn’t know what your reaction would be and clearly you’re not happy about it.”

“how far along are you?” he asked, ignoring your comment. he walked towards you to stand beside you, putting his hand on top of yours. you flinched as you took your hand back to wipe your tears away.

“6 weeks. it’s early enough that i can get an abortion.” you sniffled.

“just… don’t make any decisions right now.” he said. it sounded like he was begging you, “we can talk more when i get back from this damn mission.”

satoru leaned towards you. he grabbed the side of your head to kiss your temple, “i love you, (y/n). i'm not mad at you.” he whispered.

satoru’s mission

it took everything in satoru not to leave you behind at the apartment alone after the way he reacted. why did he have to be assigned such a lowly mission? any of the students could’ve handled it, so why did it have to be him out of all people and out of all the days?

he teleported to shinagawa where it was reported that a curse was terrorizing an elementary school. it looked deserted when he arrived at the front gate.

satoru raised two fingers to put up a veil, “emerge from darkness, blacker still. purify that which is impure.”

he walked into the school, his six eyes sensing the curse right away. it couldn’t have been more than a grade 2 or 3. he heard a bloodcurdling scream, leading him to the gymnasium.

“please help!” a woman’s voice screamed and begged as the curse towered over her. satoru teleported in front of the woman and swiftly blasted the curse away with sheer force, exorcising it immediately.

“are you alright?” satoru turned to ask the woman. he stopped dead in his tracks.

she was pregnant.

“please sir, save my baby.” she begged as she was bleeding from her abdomen. her hands and arms shielding her womb protectively. the curse must’ve already injured her before satoru arrived. he kicked himself for his late arrival. he could’ve prevented this if he came earlier.

he lifted the injured woman in his arms, “don’t worry. i’ll save you. nothing will happen to you or your baby.” he promised as he teleported to the closest hospital.

tokyo shinagawa hospital

“it looks like the patient and her baby will be fine. she was close to full term. if she lost any more blood, her and the baby would’ve died.” the doctor reported back to satoru as ijichi stood next to him, documenting everything for the report that he would have to fill out later.

satoru was deep in thought about how this woman begged him to save her baby and not herself. it was the fact that she so selflessly put her baby first that really got to him.

he thought about you and what you would’ve done if you were in that woman’s shoes. he knew that you would protect your baby with your life because he would do the exact same thing. satoru felt his protective instinct skyrocket now more than ever.

satoru’s heart felt heavy. he immediately felt guilty knowing that you thought he didn't want to have kids and how hard this must have been for you the past week. he wanted to be there for you, but he was terrified of the unknown. would he be a good father? would he be able to protect this baby? and were you even happy being pregnant with his child?

“ijichi, can you take care of the rest? i have somewhere i need to be.” satoru asked impatiently.

ijichi complained, “are you sure you’re not just trying to pawn off your work to me?”

“there are two people who need me right now.” satoru waved as he teleported back to the apartment. the two people in question? you and the baby that was growing in your belly.

back at the apartment

you felt satoru’s cursed energy appear as he teleported back into the living room. he walked towards you and hugged you tightly, surprising you.

“can’t. breathe.” you said as your face was squished into his firm chest.

he immediately let go of you, scared he hurt the baby by embracing you so tightly.

“i know what you're thinking, the baby is fine.” you said as you hugged him back even tighter in return, “did you know the baby is the size of a sweet pea according to my baby tracking app? so they wouldn't have even felt that hug.”

“that’s pretty small.” he said, chuckling softly. he paused to take a deep breath, he then looked down at you, “can we talk?”

you nodded as he guided you back to the couch, sitting down in the soft white cushions as he sat on the floor in front of you, holding your hands.

he looked you in the eyes, “don’t get an abortion, (y/n).”

you blinked twice, “well, that’s not what i was expecting. what changed your mind?”

“i never said i didn’t want kids, babe.” satoru said defensively.

you mumbled as you folded your arms, “you made it sound like you didn’t. and your reaction when i told you i was pregnant earlier today doesn’t support that statement.” avoiding eye contact with him.

he grabbed your hands again and explained his point of view, “i was upset that you hid it from me. and i was surprised because you were on birth control which is supposed to prevent pregnancy. and i was really fucking scared.”

“scared? the satoru gojo scared of a baby the size of a sweet pea?” you emphasized. he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“i had a come-to-jesus moment during my mission.” he started to say, “(y/n), i’d do anything for you. just like you would for me. but now… we can’t put each other first anymore. we have to set our priorities elsewhere.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“we have to think of this baby and how this baby will always come first now.”

you were quiet, processing what satoru just said. yours and satoru's lives were going to drastically change. this baby would be your number one priority in life. you and satoru spent the last decade caring deeply for each other and being each other's prime concern, now this baby would come first.

you realized that he was terrified of having this baby be the center of his universe, knowing that the baby would be defenseless without you and him. satoru wanted to protect this baby with his life, just like the mother he saved today who wanted to save her baby's life.

being a parent meant that you would always have your heart living outside of your body, and that would make you vulnerable to extreme pain, but also let you experience indescribable love. and that was something you were willing to risk experiencing in life with satoru.

“you're right, babe. i agree.” you said softly, you held his cheek in your hand. “you really want to do this? you really want to be a dad?”

“hell yes i want this.” satoru said confidently, holding your hand against his cheek.

“how dare you get me pregnant, satoru gojo.” you jokingly reprimanded him.

he kneeled forward into you as he kissed you softly, “sorry, it was an accident.”

EXTRA:

“babe! show me this baby app you’ve been using this past week.” satoru demanded playfully as he pulled you into his lap. you grinned as you grabbed your phone to pull up the ‘what to expect’ app.

“so! baby gojo is the size of a sweet pea or a nail head. and they’re .25 inches small.”

"baby gojo... i like the sound of that." he smiled at the thought. he nodded, a signal for you to continue.

“it says that baby gojo’s face is forming and taking shape! i hope they don’t get your big head...” you laughed as satoru frowned.

“my head is not big!” he defended himself, “moving on.”

“it says that the heart starts to pulse around this time and we should be able to hear a heartbeat at my first pre-natal appointment…” you said with a smile.

“i’ll make sure i request that day off.”

“you better! or i’ll have a word with principal yaga.” you smacked his chest playfully with the back of your hand. “baby gojo supposedly looks like a tadpole with a tiny tail. and i won’t feel any movement for awhile.”

“so you can’t feel it move or anything?” satoru asked curiously.

“no, but i’m feeling these pregnancy symptoms.” you complained, “my boobs hurt, my heartburn is worse than usual, and the morning sickness is killing me.”

“okay, so basically, don’t touch your boobs anymore, carry extra tums for you, and hold your hair for you when you throw up in the morning. got it.” satoru noted.

you glared at him with your emerald green eyes, “please stop talking.”

wanna know how the rest of oc gojo girlfriend's pregnancy goes? read the next chapter, ‘milestones’ here.

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diejager · 1 month

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Hi! I'm not sure if you're still doing/taking requests for the monster!141 au anymore so feel free to just ignore this if you aren't! 😊

But if u are can I request a drabble/headcanon about venom!hunter? I'm curious about the dynamic between them (venom & hunter) and how they got along and worked together (i don't really know how to phrase it🥲) when they first met.

Also how did they first met? How does venom get along with 141? I'm not sure if u already wrote about it.

Venom!reader headcanon

Cw: blood, gore, cannibalism?, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 898

Your meeting with Venom was an accident, a coincidence culminated from horrible events, you weren’t supposed to separate from your squad and he wasn’t supposed to die in the body of an incompatible vessel. It was a moment of shame and disgrace, making the simplest mistake one could do in your positions, but everything had a reason, no? Because you found Venom and he found you, he was your way back and you were his compatible vessel.

It was… difficult at first, sharing one mind and body with someone else took some time. A lot of time. It was a struggle of push and pull, your calm waters and his violent storm. While you preferred to stray from trouble, Venom loved it, actively seeking it out whenever he had control of your body. There was a lot of fighting, internal struggles and bickering back and forth, but you eventually came to an understanding —common ground.

If he let you live your life - a dangerous one filled with blood and violence, still a young private in the army without any achievements and with big dreams - have monopoly over your body whenever you were off the field, you’d relinquish your key on his cage whenever he was hungry while you were fighting, letting his loose to run his rampage and fill his stomach with the heads of enemies.

It was a relationship built on mutual respect, you for his determination and him for you strength. You understood one another, so your occasional disagreement grew rarer and rarer. You didn’t fight about feeding him only chocolate because you couldn’t stomach the sight of bitten heads. You didn’t fight about wanting excitement when times were too quiet. You didn’t fight when you wanted a few moments of silence in your mind. And you didn’t fight whenever you felt him poke his head out of your sleeve.

This symbiotic relationship only meant that you;d grow closer to each other, he got to know you on a fundamental level and you got to discover more and more about his past and dreams —he had a few wild ones, but all attainable. You shared your fears, your secrets and your pains, you laughed when he stammered after your promise to protect him, his blubbering words and growls sent your way when he said that he would be the one to do the protecting. His reasoning being that he was bigger, stronger and more dangerous than you and your little explosive weapons.

It was from then on that he called you Little One, a slip of his tongue while you laughed and kicked your legs at his flustered face, his head reaching from your shoulder to glare at you. He acted like a love sick puppy afterwards, often calling out to you when he was bored, nudging your arm while you worked, wanting pets and kisses, or would shower you with loud and boisterous affection. Though he always proclaimed it to be him providing for you, it wasn’t affection - no - it was him watching over you like a guardian —or so he mumbled.

He would step in if he deemed a situation too dangerous for your fragile, fleshy body. He’d warn you, let you know where and who was coming for you, be it a sniper from a mile away or a group of armed soldiers sneaking around you. If you couldn’t deal with it in time, Venom would forcefully push his way out of you, covering you in a protective layer of his body, the mass of muscle and sinewy cords building a protective shell. And fortunately, it’s only happened when you were hidden away, the knowledge of Venom’s existence would bring unwanted attention to both you and him, none of which were good.

You met Venom before your study and test for the rank of combat medic, getting his support and mind to help you through it all, his photogenic memory, his talented hands and strength. It was only after earning you new rank, did Laswell contact you for the position on the Task Force 141 since your record held no sign of hateful acts towards monsters and hybrids, and your high success score.

You both vowed to keep Venom a secret from anyone, he was off the record in every sense, unknown and a mystery, a variant that you were adamant to keep a secret. Venom didn’t… hate the men, he might’ve had a small dislike for their attraction and affection towards you, he was a possessive and protective symbiote, but seeing how you were a permanent fixture in the TF, he was forced to tolerate them. He would let you know what he heard and sensed from them, small secrets he caught or fun, little pranks that he wanted to do, and occasionally protect them. Only because you cared for them, he’d hate to see you sad and worried, Venom preferred seeing you smile and laugh.

And following these events, Venom could openly interact with the hybrids, unafraid since it wasn’t a secret anymore. He was a bit reluctant, but slipped from your collar whenever someone mentioned something he liked: chocolate, human meat, you or violence, grinning maniacally and flashing his big, white teeth. Despite his apprehension, Venom was a menace, to them as much as he was with you, and yet you still loved him so much.

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oepionie · 1 year

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—"GOTTA ESCAPE THE VOID." overblot mc!

SYNOPSIS: The Ramshackle prefect has a reputation for frequently encountering fatal magical mishaps. And when a magical accident involving Crowley almost kills them, Crewel resolves to take matters into his own hands. But it appears that his impulsive decisions cause the prefect to reach their limit and go off the rails.

⊹ [ cw ] — heavy warnings, please read before you proceed. arguments with father, self-depricating thoughts, mentions of blood, protective parent, thoughts of offing self (only once), overblot mc!, miscommunication w friends, crying, physical fights ◞

⊹ [ tags ] — angst! gender neutral reader, crewel really embodies the 'cruel' in 'cruella', ace gets mad at you :(, deuce tries to comfort you through it all, crowley feels guilt (wow), crewel is vry vry angry and punches crowley, crewel has a mother gothel moment<3◞

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YOUR VISION WAS NOTHING, but a myriad of colorful blurs and shapes. Muffled voices spoke to you, but everything was practically just incomprehensible, panicked babbling. The heavy pressure of metal was pressed up against your windpipe, restraining your breath as it wound tighter and tighter. Though, a few seconds later, it vanished as if it had never existed, bursting into bright magical sparks.

The gush and pool of blood surrounds your dirtied, tangled mess of hair, a dark scarlet seeping into the knotted strands. Kneeling before your body, Crowley felt his heart skid to a stop. The sight of your fatigued form writhing around the ground tore at his chest, claws of guilt digging in deep and dragging across thick tissue.

"Prefect…Can you hear me?" The crow murmurs, clawed hands pressing against the side of your pounding head as he guides it to rest atop his lap. Vibrant blooms of red stain the dark fabric of his pants, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

"Dad…it hurts s'much." You slur in hushed tones, your eyes wringing shut from the pain. That was enough for Crowley to put his arms around you.

He shielded your body with his torso, hands clawing at your back as he wracks his mind of what to do next. Hastily turning round, he shifts his gaze to the surrounding students, all of them looking equally mortified.

"What are you standing around there for?! Call the nurse!"

"Y-Yes, sir!"

Drip. Drip

The pungent smell of alcohol and medication fill your senses as you groggily blink awake.

The familiar creaky wood of Ramshackle's ceiling greets you as you pull yourself from dreamland. Looking over both sides of your bed, you smile once you see both Deuce and Ace seated on a nearby couch. Both of them were quick to jump up and approach you, fussing over your bedridden form.

"Thank Sevens." Deuce murmurs, tenderly combing your damp hair back. You roll your head to the side to face him, but wince at the sudden throb of pain in your spine. Ace darts over and hushes you, gently repositioning your head to face front once more, making sure your neck was supported by a pillow. "Hey…It'd be great if you don't move so much…"

“Right. Makes sense. 'Nways…how bad was my injury?” You mutter, your recollections of the past event still foggy. All you could remember was that Crowley had fired a spell, and you somehow got into the crossfire.

“Fucking horrible.” Ace scoffs, looking at you sternly.

"Yeah, take it easy for a bit. The injury was…pretty serious. It was a miracle that the spell missed your head by a thread…" Deuce murmurs as he presses a gentle hand on your bandaged forehead.

Strands of blueberry hair fall loosely at the sides of his face as he stares down at you with worry. "You were out for three days."

"Ah…well—you know, me and my dumb non-magical ass. Always getting into trouble," you giggle, a cheery grin stretching over your cracked lips. Though it rapidly drops when you realize your two friends aren't laughing with you.

Ace shifts his gaze to the floor, hands clasped into a fist. "You're not dumb, prefect…"

"Well—I kinda am," You snort, tugging the blanket closer to your chilly form. "I really have to stop being around the old man's magic shows."

Unconvinced, Ace only shakes his head and scoffs at your jokes. The ginger reclines back into his chair, hands vigorously tugging and pulling at his hair. "You aren't. The real issue here is that deadbeat crow. I mean...hasn't he learnt anythin' from last time? What kind of idiot treats his child—"

"It wasn't his fault, Ace." Pushing yourself off the bed, you immediately interrupt him, voice stern as you rush to defend Crowley. "He didn't mean it. I got in the path of his magic. And—I'm pretty sure he's already beating himself up over this."

Sinking back into the bed, you clasp both your hands together. "It wasn't his fault. Sure, he's reckless and all but…but he's still my dad."

Silence washes over your room.

Ace was visibly frustrated, the blunt tips of his nails dug deep into his skin, nearly piercing past skin. With a final scoff, he stands from his chair and quietly excuses himself from the room.

The door slams shut with a blaring bang as both you and Deuce were left alone.

Sighing, the freshman takes your trembling hand in his, clasping it tight as his body temperature warms the cool skin. He draws your right arm up to press your palm against his cheek, eyes looking deep into yours.

"Professor Crewel is pissed," Deuce whispers as you trace gentle circles on his skin. A pair of shaky cyan eyes meets your concerned ones. "He was planning to—"

Deuce's mouth parted open and close and yet he couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. You cast a questioning glance his way, but Deuce shakes his head, disregarding your questions.

"…nothing."

Surprise washes over you as you stare down at Deuce's hunched over form. It…wasn't like your friends to be so dismissive.

You, Ace, and Deuce had always been good friends. Sure you had your differences but you always communicated openly with one another. Nobody has ever been this...secretive.

Just…what was happening?

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

The sickening crack of a bone echoes through the faculty room as the rough knuckle of Crewel's fist connects with Crowley's face. The headmaster reels, mask flying off as his hands fly to his bloodied nose.

Everyone in the vicinity quieted as the only noise heard was the potionology professor's labored breathing.

Then, without hesitation, Crewel surges forward. Loud commotion and screaming could be heard in the meeting room as everyone quickly circles around the two. A couple of hands seize Crewel by the arms, but the professor only grows more agitated, attempting to fight past the herd.

"Let me go!" Crewel roars, tugging his arm free as he attempts to swing a fist at the headmaster. "Dire! This is your fucking fault!"

"Divus! Calm yourself!" Trein scolds, arms locked tight around the man's torso. A few more pairs of hands restrain the professor as he is forcibly pushed down onto a couch.

His face was the epitome of unrepressed rage: With his cheeks drawn back in a deep sneer, eyes bloodshot red, and hair a knotted mess.

Trein stands before the younger man, looking down at him with disgust. "Have you no shame? What will the prefect think once they hear of this?"

Across the room, Crowley spits out a little blood, blinking fresh tears out of his eyes. For the last three days, the crow has been suppressing all of its emotions; however, all of a sudden, he is overcome with an unfettered and unhindered flood of shame and rage.

When the headmaster finally turned around, he fixed Crewel with an expression so scathing that the potionology professor felt compelled to charge at him again.

Once, coldly, sharply, and bitterly, Crowley laughed. "It's my fault, you say? You think I don't know that?"

"Oh please—Dire. I couldn't care less about what you think." Crewel seethes, venom practically dripping from his lips. The alchemy professor strides forward, heels clicking against the floor as he grabs Crowley by the collar.

"You're a failure of a father. All you've ever brought their way is danger." The professor cackles kicking the crow's skin.

Digging deep into his red handbag, Crewel snatches out papers and jams it into Crowley's chest. The crow unravels the creased pages to read the text on the document, eyes ripping wide open as he realizes what it was.

"You…can't possibly." The headmaster sputters, hands shaking as he reads the texts again and again.

"Oh, but I can." Crewel sneers, taking pleasure in the look of fear Crowley sends his way. He snaps around, coat billowing up behind him as he briskly walks towards the entryway. "I expect those papers to be signed by tonight."

Before walking out of the room, Crewel spares the headmaster one final glance. "The prefect departs this Monday."

Days after the event were all followed by violent storms that appeared to go on forever. Every night and day, the rain endlessly poured down from the bitter grey skies and roars of thunder echoed through the dewy clouds. Some days, it was nearly impossible to go to school.

It was almost as though Mother Nature herself was upset.

Just like how everyone was.

Crowley and your other friends shunned you like you had the plague. Even bright Kalim greeted you with a deep frown, a flimsy excuse slipping off his lips as he ran away. Only Deuce stayed by your side through it all.

The blueberry had told you everything was alright—that everything was normal and fine— but you couldn't help but be skeptical.

So when Crewel came to visit, you welcomed him right in. Eager to hear what he has to say.

The clatter and click of your father's heeled boots echoed through the walls of the dormitory as he examined the premises, comparing it to his own much more lavish flat back home in the city.

Finally, after an excruciating 5 minutes. his gaze flitted over to your bedridden form.

And the words he utters out next shatter your entire being.

"I'm withdrawing you from NRC."

What.

The glass clasped in your bandaged hands slips from your grip, smashing onto the oak wood of Ramshackle's flooring. You raise your mortified gaze to scowl at your professor, jaw dropped open in shock.

"What?" you breathlessly utter. "What do you mean?!"

"I'm transferring you to another school." Crewel replies, pushing himself off the fireplace and slipping his thick fur coat off his shoulders. The scant light emitted by the candles atop your study table did nothing to help you navigate his form as he strode around your bedroom.

"Now. You might be asking why? For one, look at the…accommodations Dire provided you with."

Crewel kicks a piece of splintered bark aside while making a gesture towards the disorder and wreckage all around you.

In the evenings, you had to use candles because the ceiling lights seldom ever functioned. The flooring had so many tears and holes that they were virtually falling apart. On occasion, you could even see the scuffle of rats beneath. The roof leaked, horribly; You had no money to fix it so you placed a bucket below instead. The front door was broken, barely hanging on its hinges, evidence of all the times your friends visited and never bothered to knock.

All of these problems and so many more were present, but this dorm was with you since the very start. It provided you with a roof over your head…it helped you survive.

"So what?" You retort, leaning back into your bed and sinking deep into the scratchy yet familiar pillows. "I don't mind it!"

"A foolish decision." Crewel sneers, running a hand into his hair. "Your accommodations aren't the only problem. Your self-destructive habits endanger you as well!"

There it was.

Groaning, you wring your hands through your hair, tangling it up. "When are you gonna stop saying that I'm self-destructive!?"

"When you start acting like somebody that actually cares about their life!" Crewel barks out, hands grasping your shoulders. The sudden increase in volume makes you recoil, but you were stubborn and refused to give in just yet.

"But I do care about my life!" You sputter out. "Why can't you just—"

"Remember what happened when Rosehearts overblotted?" He reminds you, "You charged towards a bloodthirsty tyrant with no protection, no magic, and no plan." Crewel then crosses his arms over his chest, addressing you with a pointed glare. "And you have the nerve to tell me you're not self destructive?"

"Riddle is not a tyrant!" Crying out, you slam your hand against your bedsheets, face twisting into an unsightly sneer. "I was trying to save my friend!"

Crewel gets right in your face, returning the expression of anger you sent his way. "Those friends of yours only care about you when you're useful!" he thundered, jabbing a finger into your chest.

That comment immediately silenced you.

Your hand was clasped over your mouth, jaw dropped wide open in disbelief as a sharp gasp escapes your dry throat.

A poisonous and dangerously harmful feeling gripped at whatever remnant the professor had of a heart. It colored his thoughts with regret as he began to feel a twinge of guilt, the weight of words sinking in.

There was a deep sigh of resignation from Crewel before he put a hand on your shoulder and looked you deep in the eyes, voice lowering to a softer lilt. "Why is it that every other person in that dorm had the sense to run away from the blots, but you didn't?"

Kneeling down, your father gazed at you with such vulnerability in his eyes as he murmurs, "Do you know how terrified I was every time I'd get the same message from Dire that you were out fighting overblots again? Putting your life at risk for those rabid dogs?"

The recognition of your destructive habits hit you like a splash of ice cold water. With a guilty and uncomfortable grimace on your face, you averted your attention to the floor. "I just wanted to help."

Slowly rising to his feet again, Crewel casts a deep frown your way. "I know you do, but you're careless with your life and if you're not careful…one of these days, you're gonna die."

"I will not hear anymore disagreements about this, do you hear? I've allowed you to run rampant around these past few months. You will so as I say and I'll have you transferred by the end of this week." He says simply, dropping a pristine sheet of paper clasped in a clipboard before you. Your dull eyes flicker across the title as you grudgingly reach for the pen he offers you.

TRANSFER APPLICATION.

That blank line at the end of the page is swiftly covered by your shaky red signature and Crewel is powerless to stop the relieved sigh that heaves past his lips.

A surge of victory, certainty, and an intense sense of relief overpowers the tangled and conflicting sentiments of guilt that were swimming through his chest.

You were safe, that's all that matters.

With a grieving heart, you nudge the pen and page back to your father dismissively, placing them both atop the bed. Crewel re-rolled the page and tucked it back into his handbag along with the pen.

The professor raises a hand to gently pat your shoulders as he bends down, pressing a kiss atop your head. "Father knows best."

As Crewel quietly takes his leave, he is none the wiser to the formation of impure, tainted tar-like blot dripping from your tears. Curling in yourself, you tuck your head into your knees, a broken sob spilling from your lips.

A sick and twisted feeling arises in your heart as you replay the argument you had with Crewel, and you start to wish that maybe, just maybe, Crowley's spell had succeeded in striking you.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

"Oi…Henchhuman?"

Drip.

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sunfyresrider · 11 months

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The King's Wife

Aegon II Targaryen X Fem!Reader

Summary: After the miscarriage of the king’s first born child you must go through your grief alone. That is until he summons a dinner where all truths are revealed. Tags: child loss, semi toxic relationship, fluffy ending. Author’s Note: Hi anon! This is for your lovely self<3 I rewrote this like ten times I'm sorry

You loved your husband more dearly than anything in this world and he loved you all the same. It is rare that a person enjoys their betrothed let alone loves them. It was a perfect match, created by complete accident. The Hightowers needed allies, an army, and for their king to have heirs. You needed a husband, a home and a family to replace your own. Truly, it seemed impossible everything worked out so beautifully.

Until it didn’t. The old king died after your marriage, the one he did not attend. Within a week your entire world had been uprooted and torn apart. You had yet to produce an heir, but it had only been a handful of months. The Hightowers either waited too late or the king died too soon, you didn’t know which. One moment you were lying in bed peacefully with your husband, the next you were standing in the dragonpit adorned with a crown.

The coronation was masterfully crafted to be an affair of the ages. To be remembered by all the small folk and Lords who attended, to prove Aegon was the one and only rightful heir to the throne. And you were his beloved queen. You never expected Aegon to wholly embrace his new duties, to faithfully serve the realm. In the several years you had been married he never once showed care for any of it. Obviously, there was a side of him you hadn’t yet seen.

For every hour in the past weeks since a crown was placed atop his head, he had been busy. He would scheme in the council room meticulously making plans to destroy the Blacks. He worked tirelessly to ensure the small folk’s love, to coerce lords to join his cause and dispose of those who did not.

Needless to say, your husband had become a complete stranger. You saw him at night when he dragged himself into bed with a large sigh. You attempted to comfort him, to love him, but were. ‘I’m sorry, I’m just so exhausted I can’t bear to move.’ An excuse, you thought to yourself. You took to sleeping on the edge of the bed, facing the wall instead of the man you were supposed to be. You tried to remind yourself this was not intentional, he was a new king in the midst of the war, it wasn’t your fault he could not be bothered.

Mayhaps you should have been more understanding, maybe you should have forced him to give you the same attention as he used to but there were now other more important things. As the days flew by you became increasingly ill with something you could not name. You rarely left the bed now, too fatigued to fathom moving.

In fear that you may be contagious, you have started sleeping in separate chambers. If your mind wasn’t so dazed by whatever plagued you, you would be far angrier. The vomiting began on the third day and seemed to not stop. Every food or medicine placed in front of you made you gag. It was impossible to keep anything inside when it all wanted to come out.

The fourth day was when you realized something was horribly amiss, though you told no one. It started in the morning, the worst cramps you had felt in your entire life. You panicked at the sight of the blood but forced yourself to bite your lip. You couldn’t risk bothering everyone during such a time filled with turmoil. It lasted three hours, the pain, the blood, and the tears mixing into your sweat. A babe no larger than your foot was born, deceased.

You couldn’t put into words the feelings that were boiling inside you. The signs of pregnancy were barely there, this couldn’t be happening. It didn’t feel real, watching your single trusted handmaiden wrap the babe in cloth and take it away. It didn’t make sense; you hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary to cause this.

There were no signs of pregnancy in the past months. No growing belly or swelling feet to accompany all of the other king list of ailments that came with being with child. This was cryptic and it needed to remain that way, no matter how much pain you were in.

There were far too many things to take into account. You failed to birth a child, the one thing women are praised for in this realm, and you couldn’t do it. If the council discovered the truth, they may have your marriage annulled and you discarded. What is a queen’s worth if she cannot produce heirs? What is a wife’s worth if she cannot produce a family for her husband? In this world you would be seen as no better than a whore.

Thus, you distanced yourself from him entirely. You would mourn alone, sleep alone and heal alone. If you told him only worse could come from it and you simply couldn’t handle it. The hours turned into days, days into weeks and weeks into one month since you laid with your husband… It was past time you ventured outside of your chambers.

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When you had first met, Aegon believed your love was one that could withstand any dissension. However, it was becoming increasingly clear he was wrong. Very few people in this world loved the king, a surprising fact considering he was THE king. You were the first to show him true love and probably the last… Slowly but surely his insecurities were becoming all consuming. The feeling of his heart being gutted out increasing by the hour.

What had he done to scorn you so? Ever since you wed, he had changed his behavior, became a better son, a more dutiful king and adoring husband. Mayhaps he should have reached out to you more but how could he when you were so determined to be alone? Aegon had his downfalls but surely it wasn’t so bad you stopped loving him. Was it?

He forced you to attend supper, alone… You sat at the far-left end of the table, as far from your husband as you could. The table was set with luxurious food from across the realm, none of which interested you, all of which made you nauseous. It was eerily silent; the only sound being made was Aegon’s silverware hitting the plate.

He was detached from this dinner, his mind was elsewhere, somewhere, anywhere but here. His eyes remained fixated on his food attempting to ignore the tension between him and you. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t noticed the growing distance, the refusal to share a bed with him, the constant look of apathy plastered on your face at all times. You were growing to hate him, and it became increasingly clear every day…

It was a miserable affair. Occasionally he glanced up from his plate and your eyes would meet. He gave a small smile and nod, which would be met with a faux smile on your part. Your plate remained empty; you remained almost completely still as if completely disassociated from the world around you. It was harrowing, watching his wife lose all interest in him. It didn’t matter what he did, you remained in constant dismay.

“Is something bothering you?” He sighed, dropping his fork on his plate and gazing into you. “Nothing is bothering me, your grace. Is something bothering you?” He raised his eyebrows, sinking back into his chair. You’ve never referred to him as your grace let alone any formal titles. “You’re deflecting.”

“If I was deflecting, I would have changed the conversation.” You spoke in an irritated tone, avoiding all eye contact. Perhaps you truly did not love him anymore, he thought to himself.

Aegon's eyes hardened, his lips thinned. He stared at you for a few moments, before he slammed his hand down on the table, making dishes clatter together.

"Yes, something is troubling me!" He shouted. This was the first time he ever raised his voice to you in your entire marriage. "For the past few weeks, you've barely spoken a word to me. I have tried to start countless conversations with you, but they all go nowhere. You refuse to share a bed with me, you refuse to accompany me to meetings…”

You stood up from your seat, tears beginning to form at the corner of your eyes. “I? For weeks I tried to lay with you, to comfort you, but you refused my affection at all times and swat me away like a fly,” you shouted. Aegon's nostrils flared, and he clenched his fists on the table. ”Oh? And what sort of 'affection' do you expect me to give you when you're laying here like a corpse! Sulking about the entire keep like a ghost!" His throat caught, and he took a few seconds to breathe to hold it in, but his eyes were red, rimmed with tears.

“You don’t care at all do you?” You yelled, fingers shakily gripping the edge of the table to keep your balance. "No, I don't care!” A deafening silence fell across the room. You stopped crying, regained your composure. “I believe it is time for me to go to bed. Goodnight, your grace.” You walked out of the room calmly, ignoring the hurricane of emotions in your heart.

Shit

“Wait!” Aegon made chase, but you picked up your speed. “Leave me alone!” You lifted your dress so you would not trip as you made a dash to your chambers. “No!” The sounds of your voices carried through the keep as he chased you down. The guards and select nobles watched the chase in shock, disapproval and embarrassment for you both.

Your feet scurried across the floor, tears freely flowing from your face. You ripped the door to your chambers open, flinging yourself inside to try to escape him. As you tried to will the door shut his body slammed against it, throwing you back. Aegon forced himself inside, slamming and locking it behind him. You stared at him, too heartbroken and angry to speak. He panted, “no more. No more running. We’re going to have this out.”

You turned to walk away, further into your chambers. Aegon grabbed you by the wrist, surprisingly gently. "Please, stop hiding," he spoke between breaths. "Every day I have not had a moment's peace since you’ve gone away. Every night I have not slept because you are not there. I- I’m sorry I raised my voice, I’m sorry I did not pay you enough attention. I’m sorry for whatever sin I have committed to drive you away.”

You turned to face him, tears streaming down his face, cherub cheeks painted a soft hue of red. “I can’t go on like this. I can’t live not knowing if you still love me.” His words broke you, reopened the wound your lost child left. You loved him, you loved him more than anyone in this realm. "I had a miscarriage," you whispered. "I didn't know how to tell you.”

“W-what?” Aegon was confused, ceasing all of his movements the second you uttered the words. You began to sniffle, guilt eating away at your heart. “I- I didn’t know I was with child. It happened so suddenly and I- I” You couldn’t finish your sentence between the sobs. He pulled you close, burying your face in his chest, “i-i’m sorry. I’m sorry” you wailed like a newborn babe.

“Shhh, don’t say sorry.” He pushed down his feelings of regret to comfort you. “I should have been there. You should have never gone through that alone.” Aegon held you tightly as you cried, tears streaming down his own face. He murmured soothing words in your ear and stroked your hair until your sobs subsided. Finally, you lifted your head and looked into his eyes. They were filled with love, concern, and a hint of fear. "I still love you," you said softly. "More than anything."

Relief flooded his face, and he pulled you into a deep kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of the past, present, and future. It was a kiss full of forgiveness, love, and hope. When the kiss ended, Aegon brushed a strand of hair from your face and smiled. "We can make another babe if you’d like." His poorly timed inappropriate jests normally fell flat but to his surprise and enjoyment, you laughed. it was a happy, pure laugh, the kind that he hadn't heard in a long time.

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rat-typewriter · 1 year

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Clumsy - Leon Kennedy x Reader

proofread?: I will soon,,,, i promise

summary: You injure yourself; Leon wishes you'd be more careful.

You wished you had been looking where you had been going. Maybe then, you wouldn't have had to experience the horrible moment of free-fall as you realise that you've overstepped slightly and are about to tumble down the stairs. On your way down, not only did you smack your head into the wall - giving yourself a nosebleed - and crack your phone screen, but you landed on your ankle at an awkward angle.

Which really fucking hurt.

For a moment, you lay in a pathetic heap at the bottom of the stairwell - stunned by the whole experience. It was only when you heard Leon’s voice from several flights up that you snapped out of your daze.

“Y/N, Have you got the keys?” You quickly heaved yourself up into a sitting position, rummaging through your pockets - which contained no keys.

Shit.

You could picture them, still sat on your coffee table - now locked inside your flat.

Even from there, you could practically hear the teasing grin on his face as he added. “You always forget them.”

Sighing, you moved to stand - using the handrail to heave yourself up.

“I don’t have them.” You groaned. “God, I’m sorry, I’ve got to stop-”

Pain shot up through your leg - forcing a surprised yelp out of your throat. You veered sideways, grabbing the handrail for support as you doubled over in agony.

“Y/N?”

Leon’s footsteps echoed as he thundered down the stairs, calling your name again.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Ow, fuck.

Blood dripped out of your nose - the warm wetness running down your chin - clumsily you wiped it away, smearing red across your hand.

“Y/N!”

The panic in Leon’s usually steady voice made you feel a little ill (or maybe it was the way your head spun after daring to peer down at your ankle, which seemed to be at an interesting angle). You were by no means squeamish; in your line of work there simply wasn’t room to be. But in that moment - at eleven forty-four at night, in the stairwell of your flat - you weren’t feeling so brave.

Leon rounded the corner and took the last flight of stairs three at a time - practically skidding to a halt beside you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, allowing you to lean on him as he slowly lowered you to the ground.

“What happened?” He scanned your body; swearing quietly as he took in the blood (which although was only from your nose, you realised looked quite worrying when it was smeared across your shirt and hands). “Shit, Y/N. I’m going to call someone-”

He moved to stand and you grabbed his shoulder. “I’m alright!” You blurted out, your voice shaking a little. “Seriously, I’m okay.” You smiled in what you hoped to be a reassuring fashion - but Leon stared back, unimpressed. Admittedly you were not even remotely okay, but hearing your level-headed boyfriend panic filled you with anxiety.

“Yeah - no you’re not, sweetheart.”

You laughed flatly. “Yeah, okay.”

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You had never thought your city had many potholes, before making the drive to the hospital with a broken ankle. Leon did his best to avoid them all - but for each one he hit, you swore loudly - earning a flinch and slightly alarmed apology from him.

Now you sat in the Accident and Emergency waiting room, alone - save for a drunken girl who had called five (or was it six?) friends to cry about something unintelligible. According to the clock hung on the sterile white wall, an hour and twenty minutes had passed since the receptionist told you that someone would be “right with you” (before disappearing to god knows where).

Despite your best efforts, sleep was out of the question - even when you tucked your head under Leon’s chin, successfully blocking out the garish white lights - the angry throbbing from your swollen foot was too hard to ignore. From time-to-time you felt Leon begin to drift off, before jerking awake; you felt terrible for dragging him out, just because you were so clumsy.

Despite his snarky remarks - rarely did you ever have a legitimate disagreement. You had playful spats and often pushed each other's buttons - but Leon always knew where to draw the line.

You knew he put up with a hell of a lot from you. Even the time your cat died and you refused to leave your flat for a month. He patiently came over and sat with you every single day until you felt ready to come out again. Even when you came back from missions and were too afraid to sleep. He’d sit awake with you watching every film under the sun until you fell asleep. Even the times where you did something genuinely stupid - touching an oven tray with your bare hands, locking yourself out for the millionth time - he’d just sigh and tease you for being such a ditz. But every time his voice - through the speaker of your phone would say:

It’s okay, don’t worry about it.

I’m on my way; I’ll see you soon.

Hang tight, sweetheart.

He was everything to you. You glanced up at him, the movement enough to disturb him from his bored trance.

“I’m sure it won’t be long now.” He squeezed you gently, tightening his arm around your waist and you smiled awkwardly.

“Sorry."

He cocked his head at you, giving you a tired smile. “You haven’t got anything to apologise for. Those stairs are far too steep - they’re an accident waiting to happen.”

They really weren’t. And you both knew this. It was just a regular flight of stairs and you hadn’t been looking where you were going.

You looked down at your foot, which had contentedly settled as an angry shade of purple. You were clumsy. A great officer - you kept up with Leon on missions easily, but you had a tendency to misjudge. It drove your boyfriend mad - your undying (perhaps foolish) confidence that I can make that jump or I'll be able to outrun those guys. His exasperated sighs and swearing under his breath often misled others. It always seemed to come as quite a shock that - although you spent a fair amount of time bumping heads, that not only did you work together - but you also loved one another.

After being separated in missions - no matter how much ranted about how you were too reckless or unprofessional or infuriating - he'd always squeeze your hand.

You didn't know what you did to deserve him. You wished you knew.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Leon pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're thinking too hard." He spoke quietly. "That's never a good thing."

You shifted in your seat, thinking carefully before you spoke.

"Please don't leave me,"

You felt Leon sir back a little and - even though didn't move to look at his face - you felt him almost spluttering; buffering through various expressions as he scrambled for a response.

He started to speak a couple of times, cutting himself off before he could even form the first word. Finally, he let out a breathy laugh.

"What?" He said, craning his neck slightly to get a better look at your face.

You stared at the floor still, afraid to move. God, you sounded pathetic. So attention-seeking; so whiny.

"I-" You paused to suck in a breath, your throat beginning to shut. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Leon."

He laughed again, this time more firmly, shaking his head. "Do I look like I could function without you?"

What is he talking about? You took deep breaths and tried to steady yourself and focus on him.

He had turned to you, propping himself up with his elbow on the back of your seat. Leon wasn't a massively touchy person - not in public at least - but you noticed how suddenly there were mere inches between you. Even now, you could see a glimpse of yourself, a gangly twenty year-old at the Police Academy in Racoon City - as the boy who sat next to you asked for your number.

He raised his eyebrows, pushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I had no idea I seemed so put together."

"I-" Your voice came out as a sort of hollow whisper. "What?"

He smiled, leaning closer as he laughed again. "M'not going to leave you, sweetheart. I thought it was obvious, but you're going to have to try a little harder than a broken ankle to get rid of me."

A weak laugh forced its way out of you - even when you were a teenager, you had been a nervous-laugher. In the back of your mind, you were vaguely grateful that the drunken girl had now passed out across a row of seats - right then, it was only Leon.

"Really?" You said.

"Mhm." He nodded, barely a hint of his usual smugness remaining in his voice. "I mean - as long as you still want me around - I'm going to need you."

He sat back, raising an eyebrow at you. "I wouldn't want anyone else watching my back."

You giggled again, a memory of your time in the academy appearing in your mind.

"Even the time I tripped us both up in front of Officer James?"

He nodded, laughing. "Yeah, even so."

Leaning into his side again, you felt a little silly. Leon never let you feel unloved, it was just your own insecurity that got the better of you from time to time.

For a moment you sat in silence, comfortably nestled against one another.

Leon sighed.

"Do you think they've forgotten us?" You asked, watching the empty reception desk carefully.

"Probably." He said. "Oh well,"

After another mind-numbingly dull forty minutes, a nurse appeared - taking you for x-rays and various tests. By the time you and Leon finally left the hospital, the sky was beginning to lighten.

Leon watched nervously as you struggled with your crutches, limping through the car park. He made sure to never be more than a pace or so away from you, his hands poised so he could leap forwards and catch you whenever you stumbled.

“I’m not going to break, Leon.” You laughed watching his wide-eyed expression as you faltered slightly - but caught yourself easily.

“I know,” He said, swallowing - but still not taking his eyes off of you. “I’m just here-” you slipped again and he grabbed you around the waist, supporting you. He let out a sigh before continuing. “I’m just here in case that happens.”

“Who would have thought it, stoic Agent Kennedy - all worried, just for little old me.” you grinned, raising an eyebrow - earning a huff from Leon.

“Well, clearly, you need my help.”

“Oh do I?” you stumbled again; Leon caught you.

This time it was his turn to raise his eyebrows, his signature cocky smile speaking for itself.

As much as you hated to admit it, that smile never failed to make you weak at the knees. You rolled your eyes, turning away - there was no way you’d ever give him the satisfaction of knowing that. “Shut up.” you huffed.

“I didn’t say anything.” he said, feigning innocence. You could hear his smugness.

“You were about to.” you gently shoved him with your hip - causing him to playfully lift you an inch or so off the ground.

“I’d be careful, if I were you, agent L/N. I might just drop you.”

With a fake gasp you responded. “Oh you wouldn’t dream of it.”

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A/N: Aaa I love leon so muchhh if anyone has only more re4 or re8 requests pls send them!!!

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starlitmark · 7 months

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Summary: Maybe a stupid old law isn’t so horrible after all. Pairing: Prince!Jeno x Dutchess!reader Trope: royalty au, arranged marriage au Genre: fluff Rating: PG Warning: language Word Count: 758 Note: for my Anniversary Event

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“I don’t give a fuck that I need to get married by next spring.” Jeno bites in a low voice.

“Your Highness-”

Jeno cuts off the royal advisor with a glare that could put anyone six feet under. Everything about this hundreds year old law was stupid. There was nothing logical about it anymore. Had this still been the 1800s or something, sure, but it was 2023. Why should he have to marry by the time he’s 24, and to someone of noble blood at that. There were plenty of people that weren’t of noble blood that would make fine rulers if given the proper training. It’s not even like people die young typically anymore, Jeno isn’t anywhere near death. Unless there was some freak accident in the palace walls, there was no way he was going anywhere.

“Jeno,” His father says in a quiet yet firm tone, “we gave you a chance to cooperate… your mother, the advisors, and I chose someone for you.”

“Like hell you did.”

His fathers face morphed into a simmering anger. Jeno knew he had pissed him off, he just couldn’t show it with the people around them. There was a knock on the door that cut through the tension in the room. After a small nod from the king, a servant stepped into the room quietly.

“She arrived.” She says meekly before bowing and leaving again.

“You brought her here?” Jeno asks, “You could’ve at least warned me before carting her all the way here.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later son.” His father sighs, “You are engaged after all.”

As much as Jeno doesn’t want to deal with this, he knows he can’t avoid it. Letting out a sigh he pushes his dark hair out of his face and fixes his tailored white button-up. His bodyguard leads him out of the room and in the direction that his father had went. At least it’s nice out today, he thinks to himself. The sun is shining and as he looks out onto the gardens he notices his mother walking down one of the paths, parasol over her head.

“You seem thrilled to be getting married,” His bodyguard, Johnny, comments.

“You know I don’t want to get married… at least not yet.” Jeno sighs, “We both know whatever noble girl they’re sticking me with is probably spoiled rotten and horrible company.”

He and Johnny are friends despite what their roles in the palace are. From the moment Johnny was assigned to the crowned prince the two of them bonded and formed a friendship. They fill the rest of their walk to the garden with idle conversation. Nothing heavy given how sour Jeno’s mood is knowing he’s being forced into a marriage.

“What if you end up liking her?” Johnny prods once they reach the oversized glass doors that lead to the garden.

“I doubt that I’ll-”

“Jeno!” The queen enthuses, a bright smile on her face, “Come! Come! Meet your fiancée!”

You turn around and give him a gentle smile. You know he’s not thrilled about getting married, that fact is known across your social class. All you can do is hope he won’t tear you to shreds the moment you speak. Jeno looks breathless though, not a single word escapes his perfectly pouty pink lips. Taking a few steps forward you stand a meer three feet from him.

“Your Highness,” You curtsy.

Jeno still doesn’t speak. You watch as his bodyguard tries to stifle a smirk from growing on his lips before nudging the prince.

“Um- I- um-” he stutters, “Hi.”

“Are you always this well spoken, your highness?” You chuckle.

“I- uh-” He clears his throat, “Given our circumstances, I think calling me Jeno will suffice.”

You give him a sweet smile, “Well then Jeno, would you like to walk through the gardens with me? We have about two months to get to know each other before planning for our wedding starts.”

“Sure.”

Goddamn it Jeno speak like a normal human. She’s just a dutchess you need to marry. Breathe and chill the fuck out.

“Johnny, give us a bit of space, okay? I don’t want to upset the soon-to-be crowned princess.”

His bodyguard, who you now know to be Johnny, nods and tries to stifle a smirk again. Jeno lets out a small sigh and offers his arm to you. You watch as he shivers slightly at your touch. The look on his face says it all; maybe this law wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

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ghostybat00 · 4 months

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Will Graham yandere swf alphabet.

(Situations mostly when you already was kidnapped by will, only to a to K).

(A)=Affection❤️(How loving would it be?) - Personally, I feel that Will hasn't had many partners as he's grown up, and his job prevents him from doing so even more. and also because of his autistic nature combined with yandere tendencies, he would be someone affectionate, almost all the time holding your hand, squeezing it or caressing it, clinging to you as if it were his last breath of life, I would be very nervous doing that, the PDA is also based on holding your hand or arm a lot.

(B)=Blood 🔪: (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?) Will is not afraid to fill himself with other people's blood if it is for you, he would not mind murdering or causing an "accident" to anyone who shows interest in you or hurts you, He would go and return to hell for you, according to his morals, when it comes to you he cares even less about others, no matter what.

(C)=Cuddles 💝 (How would they cuddle?)- After your kidnapping he would be very touchy, the man has spent his entire life living in fear and seeing horrible things that torment him, he needs love and a relationship to feel domestic, Thanks to this, at night he would hug you a lot, cuddling with him results in him having his face in the crook of your neck, while he hugs you tightly in a bear hug, If at this point you have already been affected by Stockholm syndrome he would like you to stroke his hair while cuddling, He also likes hugs while the both are lying in bed and one of his dogs accompanying the both.

(D) =Domestic 💍 (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)- I'm sure Will has no idea how to cook, the most he knows how to make is scrambled eggs, he almost always eats out or at home. But with you and being very paranoid to even let you out, he will try to learn more recipes and improve just for you. Like I said, he so badly wants a domestic life outside of watching crime scenes, then he tries his best to please you, I think he is clean but not obsessive about cleanliness, but still for doing everything to keep you comfortable and if you are very touchy with cleaning it will also improve that, just for you and for you to be comfortable. He only wants you, his dogs and his house in peace.

(E)= Ending 🔪 (In case you were his partner and his reaction that you want to break up with him.)- In a situation where you were already his partner and you wanted to break up, he would quickly break down emotionally, refuse and try to hug you or grab you while sobbing, if you refuse, Once again, he would end up kidnapping you.

(sorry here, we don't write angst lol)

(F)=Fiancé 💍 (What do they think about marriage? How they would propose?- Will never thought about marriage until you arrived, in general he doesn't care because he considers that the love he feels for you is already demonstrated without the need for something as social as a wedding. But if he sees that later on you have different opinion and would like a wedding, he wouldn't have a problem, probably seeing that if you would like, he would ask you to marry him at a dinner that he himself prepared.

(G)=Gentle 🌸 (How hard is it on you?)-

I wouldn't be too sure what to do in the first weeks of kidnapping. He would try to explain the situation to you in the gentlest way, the most he would do to hurt you is that if you tried to escape from the house he would pull you very hard, at most leaving a bruise on your arm, He would feel horrible seeing you but he knew that you left him no choice, other than that he wouldn't be a very hard yandere.

(H)= Hell 🖤 (What experience would be the worst for you being with him?) Seeing him angry or out of his mind, he wouldn't be the type to hurt you or kill you, but he would be capable of getting even more paranoid, killing someone close to you in front of you out of jealousy or fear, whether it's a friend or family member.

(I)= Love words 💋 (How romantic is it when it comes to sweet words?) He is not very experienced, but an "I love you" will never be missing, more comments about how lucky he is to have you, how you make him feel complete or praising your appearance. Sweet, honest words about how he would die for you, that you don't have to be scared because you have him.

(J)= Jealousy🔪 (Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?) He is very jealous, he is the type that tries to hide it but you can see in his eyes/expression how angry or jealous as hell he is. He would try to hold himself back from doing something but eventually he would end up doing something,Like a death threat or directly beating up the person That made him jealous, But in private.

(K)= Kisses 💋 (How do they much kiss You?)- Will loves kisses, especially the ones where he kisses your forehead, your hands or obviously the best, your lips, he is a sloppy kisser, he prefers to take the time to kiss you slowly and sloppy.

("why only to a to K?" Sorry i'm lazy💀)

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Yoongi: 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 (Intro)

In which everything he always wanted has already been there from the start. He just needs to make that final step.

Tags/Warnings: Vampire!Yoongi, Human!Reader, mentions of 'being high' (drug usage in a way), friends to lovers, blood (duh), red haired Yoongi, Listen I am Jungkook focused but I will put Vampire Yoongi on the menu and you'll better finish your plate

Additional Chapter Warnings: blood high= a rush vampires get after consuming blood, nothing graphic though, stereotypes against vampires

Length: Short

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"Yoongi... I never drink this much!" You whine pitifully, letting him lead you into your apartment where he turns the lights on for you before he closes the door, all while you cling onto him.

"I know." He simply reassures softly, well aware that you really do not actually drink that much. But you're also easily swayed by social pressure - always aiming to please people, especially if you're in a situation that's unfamiliar.

"Those guys were nice though.. why were you so mean to them?" You wonder with anpout while trying to undo the small buckle of your heels with a pout, not having much luck. Yoongi sighs.

He was mean to them- that's the tamest way of describing his words towards the group of vampires that had been filling you up with liquor only to get you weak and complacent for whatever sick and twisted shit they would've done to you later. Yoongi doesn't like that you're so easy to manipulate, but you're an adult and you usually stay away from things like that. But then, your date never showed up, and suddenly it all went downhill from there.

Luckily he texted you, just to make sure you're alright.

"Yoongii-..." you whine his name again when he carries you to to your convertible sofa, pulling out one of the sides because there's no way in hell he can actually get you into your bed like this. He unbuckles your shoes before he takes them off, putting them safely to the side where you can't stumble over them, while you already wiggle around, trying to get comfortable, and that's all fine-

Until you begin to slip out of one of your dresses straps hanging over your shoulder, his hand lighting fast at putting it back where it belongs. "Yoongi~!" You complain, trying to pry his hand off. "I wanna get out of this it's too tight-" You whine, and he sighs.

Too tight is right. The way it stretches over your behind and chest is sinful to say the least, making him shake his head as he forces himself not to look at your cleavage.

"I know love, but-" He sighs, realizing there is no other way to help, really. "I'll help you out alright?" He shakes his head, especially when you happily nod, as he puts a blanket from the side of the sofa over your shoulders, holding it shut. "Now you can get out of it." He instructs calmly, still averting his gaze though as to not catch any glimpse of you by accident. Only when the dress hits the floor does he swallow thickly, painfully aware just how almost naked you are underneath the blanket that he's holding. He could drop it now, paint it as an accident-

But he won't take advantage of you like that.

You and Yoongi are connected by technically less than fortunate events- his first blood high a horrible experience as he'd been left alone with his emotions and everything because the person he was with simply didn't care about anything but their own pleasure. He felt disgusting, used, and ever since then he'd never bitten anybody ever again, strictly sticking to his monthly schedule of getting pre-packaged and measured amounts of blood from Banks.

But what did that have to do with you?

Well, you found him when he was at his lowest, no job, no future, uncaring of anything any longer. He had nothing to his name, and yet, you bought him something to eat walked him home like a lost dog, and gave him your number just to make sure he'd be alright. And all that after having been attacked by a vampire not even a week prior, as you would reveal to him a few months later.

It made him awfully protective of you.

As he lets you pull a shirt over your head that he fetched from your bedroom (he just grabbed whatever was still on your bed, he'd never dare roam around in your closet because God have mercy on him if he stumbled over your underwear- that'll surely give him wet dreams like he's nothing but a boy stuck in puberty for sure), he makes sure to leave the bathroom door open in case you'd get sick later tonight- when you pull on his sleeve.

"Hm?" He looks down at you, where your gaze is distant.

Before you smile in an almost somber manner. "You won't stay- even if I ask, right?" You wonder, and he sighs.

"You're drunk." He argues softly.

"I know, I know.." you shake your head, letting go of him.

He knows he likes you as more than a friend. He really did fall in love with you along the way. But considering how your friendship started- he feels like it would be wrong to ask you out now. You're so sweet all the time- the chance that you'll say yes to him just because you don't want to hurt his feelings is more than just high.

He's almost certain you'd do just that.

And so he waits for you to make a move. Give him a sign. Anything so he knows you do actually like him back.

But how the fuck is he going to know what those signs look like, when all you do already seems to imply that you like him?

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slasherfckr · 11 months

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Hello! I just wanted to say I love everything that you have written, but my favorite, and the one I'm hoping to get a part two for, is the Thomas Hewitt x reader where the rest of the Hewitt family dies, and the reader takes Thomas in. It's really really good! I love the way that you have written it! Maybe for part two it can be the reader taking Thomas clothing shopping for the first time? Or to see a movie in theaters? They seem like things that he wouldn't have done for a long time, if ever.

Well now that you mention it, I have part 2 right here actually ☺️😅

-Part 1 can be found here

(Tag list: @goodiesinthecloset21 )

Thomas Hewitt x afab!Reader - Found Family (pt 2 of the Modern Living)

Just gonna call it Found Family from now on

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You found a man in the middle of a horrible car accident in the middle of nowhere in Texas...and against your better judgement, you took him home and patched him up as best you could. You fed him dinner and found an outfit that just barely fit him. You knew taking in a stranger was insanely stupid and dangerous but you couldn't help but feel sorry for him...

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After a few nights, you figured you could trust the man. At least a little bit. If he was going to rob you or harm you in anyway, you figured he would have done it already. He was so much bigger than you, he could have snapped you in half like a twig if he felt like it. You couldn't trust him completely, though, so you stayed out from the bakery until you felt you could trust him alone in your apartment by himself.

This particular morning, you were woken up earlier than usual by the sound of your TV. After quickly getting something decent on, you went out to your living room and found Thomas on the couch watching the morning news. Something about numerous murders in the area or something. Basically the same old stuff that was usually on the Dallas News. Though, it was odd to be reporting murders this early in the day. They usually did that in the evenings....

Shrugging off the odd feeling, you went and started making some french toast for the both of you. Today you were taking Thomas out clothes shopping before you put him to work in your shop. You weren't sure how Thomas was going to feel, though. When you first met him and took him back to your place, he seemed extremely uneasy once you two hit the big city. It was like it was the first time he'd been in such a big place before.

It wasn't long before breakfast was done, and so you called Thomas to come and eat. Except he didn't move an inch from the couch. You called his name again and still no movement from the man. You carefully walked over to him and saw his eyes fixed on the TV, his fists clenched so tightly you could see slight amounts of blood trickling out from where his nails dug into his palms.

"Oh my God, Thomas! Hold on lemme help..." You went to the kitchen and grabbed a clean rag and ran it under some cold water. Coming back, you went to open up his hands but you must have startled the man because he flinched and pulled his arm away from you. He looked down at you and that's when you noticed he didn't have his mask on. You also immediately noticed the anger and hatred that filled his eyes. You had no idea what you could have done to piss him off

That's when you remembered the TV. The news moved onto the next topic by this point but you remember they said there had been a few murders.

"Those deaths...that wasn't anyone you knew...was it?" He wouldn't look at you at this point and had already opened up his fists so you could clean up the little blood that was on his hands. He had never spoken a single word to you, only signed stuff when he needed to say something, but you swore you could have heard a soft "yes" come from his mouth.

You felt your stomach drop. Was that why he was alone that night? His family or whoever had died? You tried your hardest to focus on cleaning up his hands but it was almost impossible. So many thoughts were running through your head. You somehow managed to finish and got up to go toss the rag into your laundry hamper.

You came back and immediately sat next to Thomas. You didn't know him very well but you could tell he was going through something. If that was his family on the news, he didn't deserve to grieve alone like this. You scooted next to him very carefully and gently put one of your hands on top of his. He looked over at you.

"You know, I was going to take you out to do some clothes shopping since you don't have anything. But I can see you're going through something. I don't know who that was on the news but you obviously knew them. I know what its like to lose someone. I...I lost my parents when I was 8. If you...need anything just let me know okay? Would you like a hug at all?"

Thomas didn't move for a minute before his huge arms suddenly embraced you. You thought you were either going to pass out or your head was going to pop off due to how tight he was squeezing you. You tried your best to bring your arms up to hug him back but it was futile. They were stuck to your sides. You couldn't even move them to tap out. Though, to say you didn't enjoy this would be a lie. Your head was right on his chest and you could hear his heart beating. If you weren't struggling to breathe, you actually wouldn't mind being like this for a good while

Thomas eventually caught on to your squirming and let go. You took a few much needed breaths as he did. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were a bit wider than usual. Guess he was afraid he squashed you a little too much? You laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. Hmm...since clothes shopping has to wait til another day, would you like to just have a lazy day and watch some movies? I can go down to the bakery and snag some sweet treats for us to share."

His eyes lit up at the mention of stealing getting some treats from the bakery. You smiled as you got up and went over to the big cabinet by the TV. You opened it and looked to Thomas.

"Okay so its settled then. A movie night. Come pick out a few movies for us to watch. I'll go down and get some sweets for us and then order some pizza too when I come back. Alright?"

Thomas nodded as you went off to go score some cupcakes or something from the bakery. When you came back, you saw Thomas had picked out at least 5 movies. Though you were a little disappointed to see he had put his mask back on. That reminded you, though, that you needed to get that thing washed.

You saw that they were a wide range of movies, ranging from horror classics like The Thing to family friendly classics like Wizard of Oz. You absolutely loved a good John Carpenter movie so of course you picked that one up first to put in. It wasn't until you got to the intro of the movie that you realized you didn't know how well Thomas handled horror and gore. He could easily be given numerous weeks worth of nightmares from the next movie on the list, "A Nightmare on Elm Street"

You paused the movie.

"Sorry, sorry! I completely forgot to ask...do you handle horror movies well? You picked out a couple that kind of get pretty gorey. Like, I know you picked them out and that should be an indicator that you know but I still got to ask. I had a friend say they handle really graphic movies well then freak out during Hellraiser. I just don't want to get you freaked out tonight or anything, ya know?"

Thomas gave a nod and signed he was fine with horror. You sighed with relief and resumed the movie. The rest of the night went great. Thomas was right. He had no problem with the horror movies. In fact, it seemed like he was amazed with not just the horror movies but ALL the movies he picked. It was like....

"Hey Thomas? Have you ever seen a movie before? Like. A movie movie? Not a cartoon on TV that you usually watch in the mornings. Was this your first time watching a movie?"

You were a little shocked when he signed back that it was his first time. He's never seen a movie before???

"If its your first time seeing a movie then I wonder what else you've never gotten to do. We'll check later. As for now, I gotta get some sleep because I have to be up early to get back to the bakery....I've missed too many days already. Goodnight Thomas."

You were about to walk away when Thomas all of a sudden grabbed your hand and pulled you down onto him, causing you to fall onto his lap. He quickly braced you in another bear hug. You could actually move and breathe this time so you gave him the biggest hug you could give back.

"What's this for?" You laughed a little

Thomas didn't say or sign anything. He just kept hugging you. After a minute, he let you go before signing a simple Thank You.

You smiled and nodded to him before going to your room. You knew you shouldn't be getting so comfortable with a man you met just two weeks ago but you couldn't help it. He was sweet and after what happened today, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. The man had just lost his family when you met him. You couldn't just let him go out on his own. You were all he had as far as you knew. Tonight you were gonna get some sleep, tomorrow you could work on digging into his background a bit more.

#texas chainsaw massacre #slasher fucker #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface #leatherface x reader #texas chainsaw the beginning

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ideas-scattered-dreams · 1 year

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My THRONE. My RULE.

fandoms : genshin impact AU: imposter au

IMAGINE THAT...

You sat on your throne a fist on your cheek and a lazy look displayed on your gorgeous face. you look down to your loyal acolytes .. they had their heads down in shame. shame, shame, shame. these loyal acolytes of yours are now begging for forgiveness. why..? isn't it their own fault for not knowing u were the real creator? isn't it their fault for not recognizing the false one? weren't they LOYAL and FAITHFUL to you? or are u just a JOKE! Those days u ran to not get killed by the Favonius knights, those milleths, the shogun's army and many many more acolytes that volunteered.. the days you were injured by swords, arrows, hurtful comments, the npcs hitting u with damn rocks... the only thing u luckily got yourself to be in your rightful throne is that u cut yourself Infront of them, gold and starry blood oozed out of your arm. then panic! Recalling those disgusting memories made you enraged. after all that, they confidently BEG for forgiveness.... the trauma u received... is unforgivable. you clenched your eyes shut, teeth clenched together, fist clenched tightly.. you felt sick just looking at these damn monsters that almost killed you, u felt utterly disgusted. Nahida was besides you, she looked at your shaken form and softly held your hand to calm you... you looked at her and smiled. but in the end you had someone here that actually believed you when u both first met. Afterall she was the archon of wisdom. You sat up, anger visible to see from the window of your soul, you knew u weren't gonna forgive these dumb monsters. why should you? would you really forgive the ones that gave you blunt and unforgiving trauma? its like forgiving the one that killed you so easily so... agh! You walked down the stairs, towards the archons infront. you lifted their chin, looking dead on the eyes of this pathetic and naïve archon. "your grace... please we beg of your--" snap! you punched it. you punched this archon infront of u. "y-your grace!" you kept going. to the left to the right, you kept punching it. kept going until it was black and blue. something u cant even recognized anymore. you didn't care, you didn't care anymore, this isn't even half of the things they have done to you! None of the archons besides it even batted an eye, they still had their head bowed so lowly.. oh how they wished to be in their fellow archons place.. after it stopped moving u laughed, laughed filled with pain and unsatisfied hunger. it felt amazing, you felt amazing punching the fuck out of this bug. You sat up, smiling down at your creation. you wanted more. you wanted to show these damn monsters how you FELT in those damn days that felt like years. you were sure that this will make u the horrible one but u didnt care. giving the things that happened to u is the right thing isnt it? karma bounces back.

You aren't the villain, you are just a victim.. oh how u wish this dream doesnt end...

A/N: omg omg, its been like 1 month since i last posted? dont know, it was a hectic week, exams were buzzing in, i got accused on cheating, school got suspended bc there was a weirdo infront of our school gates whistling at the poor girls, almost got involved into a car accident too! but anyways, i think ill be updating more? or just some days where my brain gives me ideas.

#➥🌙dreamer.ideas #genshin impact #sagau #sagau x male reader #sagau x female reader #sagau x gn reader #sagau x reader #sagau imagines #genshin #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x nb reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x nb reader #genshin impact x gn reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 months

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could we get some more Steven? (pokepasta) just after the incident, after what happened with Mike? he's just a mess (in a more crazy way then sad) but his mood is constantly swinging from "he deserved it" to "im a monster" and (fem)reader helps him relax and gives some kisses and affection to calm him down? <3

(she's a gentle person compared to him being violent<33)

"It was only fair, right? He deserved it...he was jealous. He took my dreams..my happiness...my Miki."

"B...Blast..?"

"Your master was a horrible man, Blastoise. But you're free now."

"Blas..toise..."

"...you should be grateful."

With tense muscles and fear rushing through his veins like a current, Blastoise refused to look at the man scowling at him with glowing eyes. He couldn't even tear his own away from the body of his trainer.

Mike.

His owner, the one who had raised him since he was a little Squirtle....was dead.

All he did was come out of his pokeball as soon as he heard Steven's screams, only to be met by the sight of the ex-champion's older brother lying motionless on the bed. He didn't know what to make of the haunted expression still etched all over his face, nor the way his eyes remained opened and filled with tears...or the large bruises around his neck.

And the blood..

There was a lot of it coming from his mouth.

Over the past year, Blastoise knew Steven and Mike had a falling out ever since the accident with Miki. While he didn't fully understand all the details of that dreadful day, he was sad to learn he'd never get to see the Charizard ever again, with a visit to her grave being enough proof of that.

He knew how genuinely sorry his master was, regretting the trade every single day. Yet it wasn't enough for Steven.

He wanted revenge, and it turned him into something horrible.

Now Mike was dead, and he was standing there in the darkness, parts of his body glitching as he told Blastoise such awful things...as though he was in the wrong for mourning.

But...he didn't actually mean that, right?

Why would he say such things?

Why would he do this to his own brother?

Yet when the large turtle finally managed to look away and glare at Steven, he was surprised by what he saw: the trainer no longer looked menacing, but instead seemed rather...lost and remorseful.

"Blastoise..I....I'm sorry...I..." Looking down at his hands, he was mortified by the blood staining his fingertips. They began to shake the longer he stared, tears filling up his eyes. "What have I done..?"

"Blast?" Blastoise approached cautiously.

Then they both heard the front door open, and Steven panicked.

"Don't tell her..please." He rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him so he could wash his hands, desperate to get rid of the bloodstains.

Yet even as they disappeared physically, in his mind....they weren't washing off.

In his mind, his hands were completely tainted in red, and every passing second made him feel sick to his stomach.

He knew you were going to find out, and he silently cursed himself as he heard Blastoise calling out for you. Of course, he wasn't his trainer...so it's obvious he wasn't going to listen to him.

Turning off the sink, he just listened to your footsteps coming up the stairs, before they stopped upon entering his room. He could only imagine what your expression was upon seeing Mike's body, but he resisted the urge to sob and alert you to his presence.

Even so, however, Blastoise pointed you to the bathroom door, and you've been trying to convince him to come out....yet he refused.

No way should he be anywhere near you now.

He wasn't even expecting you to be home this early.

While you were working at a Pokémon Center overnight, you heard whispers from visitors about a long-haired trainer walking around with an eerie smile, apparently possessed by Missingno: a strange Pokémon that nobody was meant to find.

You didn't wanna believe it was your boyfriend, of all people, but he and Mike did learn about it while they were trying to finish their pokedexes.

Despite all the sources not being 100% verified by experts--Professor Oak included--Steven's obsession with this "myth" grew tenfold since Miki's passing. He wanted to find it and control it, and not because of a pokedex or fame or anything else.

He wanted it to change the very course of nature itself.

To bring her back.

There's been a circulating rumor that Missingno could corrupt the very soul of its trainer, driving them to do horrific and unspeakable things under its influence while amplifying their deepest and darkest internal thoughts...

And Steven, whether he found it or vice versa, unfortunately proved that to be true. It must have been feasting on his grief over Miki, leading to him making such irrational decisions he can't undo.

You believed that had to be it.

He was being controlled by this monster.

There's no way he'd do any of this otherwise....right?

It took a while for him to come out and face you, so you ended up waiting downstairs--although not before covering Mike's body with the sheet so it wasn't the first thing he saw. You had Blastoise go into his pokeball, keeping it safely tucked away in your bag.

You kept waiting on the couch for a few minutes, before hearing footsteps and turning your attention to the stairwell.

For a moment, your heart jumped into your throat upon seeing what looked like the shadow of a Charizard cast on the wall....but it was quick to disappear.

"[Y/n]? Wh-Why..are you still here?"

You blinked, only seeing Steven on the stairs now, clutching the railing and looking completely terrified. Dry tears stained his cheeks, and his eyes and nose were all red and raw from crying.

Not to mention his hair looked even worse than it did this morning...but then again, it's been that way for a year.

You helped him take care of it during his depression spells, although under no circumstance did he ever want it cut. He sometimes got angry if you tried to push him to visit the salon, so you left it be.

You'd never force him to go. Not when he's been through enough already.

It seems Missingno took a liking to his hair, as now it looked as though Zapdos struck him with lightning. It made him appear twice as big...which would have been frightening to anybody who didn't know him.

Not to you, though.

You knew him better than anyone.

"Steven.." You gently began, only to frown as he continued hiding in the shadows.

"No...I can't.." He whispered shakily. "I..I-I'm not...well, [y/n]. You should leave before I-"

"I'm not going anywhere, okay? We can talk about this.."

"......."

"Steven?"

"..what's there to talk about? You already know what I did."

Hearing his voice become distorted, you jumped as he suddenly appeared right in front of you, staring down at you with red eyes and a pearly-white grin. The rest of his face was overtaken by total darkness.

"I had no choice. I had to do it...for her. Mike ruined my life. He was a prick who deserved everything he had coming. I call it karma, wouldn't you?" He laughed.

"I know you don't mean that..that's not what the Steven I know would say." You shook your head, gently and cautiously taking his hands into yours. And he gazed at them, confused by your actions.

You weren't afraid to touch him?

Even though they were the same hands that killed someone?

"You and I both know that thing won't bring her back."

"Maybe not..but at least I tried to do something about it." He snarled, a certain bitterness to his tone. "You just kept telling me "things will get better" for a whole damn year. Well...did they, [y/n]?"

When you didn't answer, he kneeled down so you could get a better view of his face, hoping you'd finally see the monster he had become.

"Do I look "better" to you?"

"...no, and I'm sorry if I didn't do enough to help you." You tried your best to stay calm, lightly rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. "Maybe I could've stopped you from chasing down Missingno. I'm shocked it chose to go with you, but....it's not gonna scare me away, alright? You're not gonna scare me away."

"......."

"I'm horrified at what happened, but I still love you, Steven. And I can't see myself abandoning you when you're like this. I wanna keep helping you...if you'll let me, of course."

For a few long moments, he was silent as he observed your small affectionate gesture. You didn't know what he was thinking in this moment, since the bill of his hat was hiding his entire face.

Just as you stopped, however, you heard a small sniffle. His hands began trembling in your grasp.

"...please help me."

"Steven..." Pausing, you saw him look back up at you, his expression returning to normal. With panicked breaths, he crumbled into your lap, clutching your shirt desperately as his hat slipped off and fell to the ground.

You just held him closely, soothingly pet his hair in an effort to calm him down while his body wracked with light sobs...as though he were a Cubone crying out for its mother. He kept repeating "please" and how sorry he was.

This, alone, proves that he didn't mean to kill Mike at all. He wasn't himself.

At first, you weren't sure if the boy you knew and loved was still there...but he was, and he needed you by his side.

You were going to stay, for better or worse.

#clanask #anonymous #pokepasta x reader #strangled red #strangled red x reader #strangled red steven x reader #steven x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #female reader

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bxd-decisions · 1 year

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"WE ALL WANNA BE SOMEBODY. WE'RE WILLING TO GO BUT NOT THAT FAR." ⸻ KEISUKE BAJI

◈ SYNOPSIS︙You and Baji sneak out to meet up in secret. Everything seems to go well until a horrible accident takes place and Baji ends up losing you.

◈ PAIRING︙Keisuke Baji x AFAB!reader

◈ GENRE︙Smut, Angst

◈ WORD COUNT︙3.4k

◈ WARNINGS︙Angst, smut, protected sex, scratching, biting, soft dom!Baji, sub!reader, praising, usage of petnames, blood, head injury, mentions of a broken arm, memory loss, bike accident

◈ AUTHORS NOTE︙Please send me an ask if you'd like to be in my taglist in future! And Thank you @benkeibear for helping me!

REBLOGS & FEEDBACK APPRECIATED

An abandoned warehouse. Baji snuck into the building… Well, he didn't really sneak in. He just went in to tell the truth. He texted you earlier to meet up with him by this building. It was already past midnight, but he just wanted to spend some time with you all alone.

Baji dumped his backpack and toman jacket on a broken car and just sat around. Every now and then he would check the time, and look outside. Looking for any sort of sign that you were on your way. The minutes felt like hours and he was getting really impatient. Well. That was until he heard the door open, and a flashlight shining into the pitch dark building. A toothy grin came to his face as he went to hide behind a car.

You tried your best to open the rusty door as quietly as you could, but you winced at the screechy sound the door made as you entered. Closing the door behind you, you turned around to look around the very dark building. The flashlight's battery was running low so it wasn't of much assistance to you, but you used it anyhow. You walked around the building, holding a blanket under your other arm as you looked around for your boyfriend, but you couldn't exactly see him.

You were starting to get a bit scared, thinking you maybe came to the wrong building or something. Each second you stayed in there felt like hell to you because you'd have to text Baji and tell him you went to the wrong building. However that resolution was ripped away from you when someone jumped you from behind and held your mouth shut with a big hand. You would be lying if you said you didn't get startled because you literally gasped, and if your mouth wasn't covered you would have screamed. You jumped too. You got so startled but a familiar laughter filled the room and eased your fears.

Baji chuckled into your ear, his hot breath tickling your soft skin, he had a firm grasp around your waist, and his hand that covered your mouth was also a strong but not painful hold, "Been waiting for you, baby." Baji's voice sounded low and filled with lust and desire which made a shiver run down your spine. You however pulled his hand away by his wrist and spinned around to face him, looking up at his handsome face with a smile that made Baji's heart skip beats and his stomach do cartwheels. "You scared me you idiot." You whispered as you hugged him. Baji returned the hug, a nice tight and warm hug that made you melt into his embrace.

"I missed you." You whispered.

Baji had longed for you too just as much as you did. But unfortunately your lives weren't so simple that you could always see eachother. Your parents gave you hell, so much hell that you had to sneak out of your home at night and secretly meet up with your beloved boyfriend. "And I missed you." Baji broke the embrace only to look down at you with a boyish grin whilst his hand moved up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He moved his hand down after, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb with a gentle grasp to tilt your head up. His eyes fixed their gaze on your pretty face. Your lips… your cute nose, your pretty pink cheeks and your big eyes that looked up at him like you were the most vulnerable thing ever made his heart skip a beat. Therefore he leaned down to plant a loving kiss on your honey sweet lips — he couldn't resist.

Baji's lips were heavenly to you. Every time he kissed you, you always wondered what you could have done right do deserve a guy like him. He was a good guy — scratch that… he was impeccable. Everything about Baji made you ponder whether you deserved his love or not, but in the end… you would never complain nor deny the unconditional love he offered to you. You only gave it back to him with full force.

Baji broke the kiss after a short while, offering you a boyish grin as he took the rolled up blanket out of under your arm. He walked over to a corner in the warehouse, opening up the fluffy blanket and laying it down on the dusty floor. This wasn't ideal at all, but it was better than not being able to see each other at all. Baji took his backpack to the blanket as you walked over. You sat on the blanket and looked up at Baji as he walked over to the corner too. After he sat down, you smiled warmly at him and laid your head down on his lap as you looked up at him with an adoring look. No words could describe how much you love this man.

Baji opened up his backpack and dug through it, the sounds of packets and cans being heard. Soon enough his hand would emerge from the bag, holding a packet of your favorite candy. "I got you this." He offered the package to you and you obviously took it. "Thank you" you thanked him and opened the package before popping a piece of candy into your mouth, chewing the sweet treat. You took a other piece from the bag and held to to Baji's mouth too. He opened his mouth and took the candy into his mouth and happily chewed on it. Although it was dark, you could tell Baji was smiling, and soon enough he pulled his nose up.

"This ain't as sweet as you." He joked, and soon enough he chuckled as his cheeky, flirty comment. Baji leaned down and planted a tender kiss on your forehead, the way he always treated you with so much love and care made butterflies errupt in your abdomen and your heart beat faster. This man was the source to all of your happiness and he was all you'd ever need.

You sat up slightly, sitting on his lap and looping your arm around his neck, smiling wholeheartedly at the guy, "So kiss me." You giggled, a giggle that was drowned by Baji locking his lips on yours in a loving and passionate kiss. You would never ever get enough of Baji's sweet lips. You loved the way he kissed you, you loved the way he touched you… you loved the way he loved you. You loved just… everything about this man, it was almost as sin — how perfect he was.

In one swift movement, Baji turned your body so you would be straddling him, his kiss became more needy and lustful, the way he bit onto your bottom lip, holding it between his teeth before pushing his tongue past your lips and exposing himself to the taste of the candy you had eaten just moments ago. God… you'd be the death of him. He couldn't imagine a future without having you in his life. And the same could be said for you. Baji was your person, thinking about a life without him? Your whole world would crumble and fall apart. Every moment you spent with him made you feel whole and happy.

After a hot minute, Baji broke the kiss, his lips were red and swollen, along with yours, his breath was heavy… It was hot, you thought to yourself. Baji gave you a devious grin, you could feel the erection he had in his pants and you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on. "Lay down for me." Baji whispered — he wasn't asking you. He had a firm grasp on your hips and in a swift movement, he gently laid you down in the blanket whilst his lips attached themselves to your sweet neck — kissing, biting and licking the sensitive skin and letting out a low growl. He needed you so much.

"Do you… have protection?" You questioned him, pushing him away briefly. Your eyes had a lustful glow to them which told Baji that you wanted him just as badly.

He nodded, "Of course I do." Baji leaned down to peck your lips once more before sitting up and once more, digging into the bag and pulling out a condom.

You grinned up at him and took the small packet from him and holding it between your teeth. Baji growled lowly at you, he leaned down once more and began to plant kisses all over your neck while his big hands slid under your shirt and making contact with your soft and warm skin. He lifted your shirt up and eventually he pulled it off your body. His mouth moved to your shoulder, kissing and sucking marks all over, then your collarbone, and down…

Baji was getting impatient, his hands moved behind your back, unclasping your bra and hastily taking it off and tossing it aside with your shirt. Baji caressed your torso very gently. It was light… feathery touches and finally he would cup your boobs and start to grope you. The soft flesh felt good in his hands and the tightness if his pants was starting to hurt.

"Fuck… I'm not waiting longer." He hissed as he got rid of the rest of your clothing. He left you, completely exposed for his eyes only. "You're so fucking beautiful." Baji purred. It was his turn now to start stripping of clothing material. He started with his shirt, taking it off and exposing his nicely toned torso for you to touch and caress, which you did. But soon you stopped and ripped the condom package open with your teeth and smiling at him.

He let out a chuckle, his breath got faster and heavier as he hastily began to unbuckle his pants. When he successfully did so, he pulled it down to his knees along with his boxers. His rock hard member was finally freed and leaking with precum. He grabbed the open condom package from you and pulled the condom out, rolling it onto his dick and stroking his aching cock with a firm grasp. Truth be told, patience wasn't his forte so he wasted no time to glide his tip along your folds, he was eager to pull out any moans from you and he was happy to hear you whine from the teasing. Without anymore warning, he pushed himself inside of your tight and wet walls. Euphoria took over the man as he let out a low, pleased moan, "Fuck…"

You'd never get used to how Baji made you feel, how he reacted, how he touched you, how perfect he felt inside of you. Everytime you got intimate with him it felt like the first time… it was like heaven. It was an experience that was nothing short of being addictive. "Hah… you're so good Keisuke." You moaned out as you pulled him closer, your finger nails digging into his back whilst your legs wrapped around his waist. Everything about him was just perfect.

Baji kept still. He wanted you to adjust to him and honestly you didn't wanna wait. You needed to feel him, "Move… please." You begged him. Your wish was his command — Baji began to drag his dick along your right walls. You felt so good, it was a heavenly feeling. Every ridge he felt, the sounds you made, the way you scratched his back and the look on your beautiful face drove I'm absolutely crazy. "You're so good to me." Baji whispered into your ear before biting your earlobe, he nibbled gently on it. His hips never stopped to move inside of you, he was on cloud 9.

You felt the same. On cloud 9. Baji knew exactly what to do to make you putty under him. He hit deep, the right spot over and over and it made you see stars and only hold onto him even tighter. You never wanted to stop feeling him so close. Although you couldn't ignore the fact that you were slowly reaching your peek, the knot in your lower abdomen threatening to snap with every passing second and every thrust Baji gave you. After all, the man was slowly losing his composure and his thrusts came harder and faster and you could feel his dick twitch. He was close too.

The way your warm walls clenched so deliciously around him triggered a low moan from falling from his lips, his pace got more brutal too, "Fuck… so tight…" Baji praised you, "Cum for me, pretty." Baji whispered into your ear. He knew your body. He knew it's weaknesses and exactly what to do and say to make you fall apart.

His low voice in your ear, his fast pace, it threw you over the edge, having the most delicious orgasm wash over you. Your reactions made Baji's head spin, "Fuck… Kei…" you moaned out as you clawed onto his back with one hand and the other pulled his hair. The stinging sensation on his sculp along with the way you squeezed his dick oh so tightly threw him over the edge. He emptied his balls into the condom with a moan of your name before his hips finally began to slow down and eventually stopping.

His head moved up, away from your neck, he looked into your eyes, with his half lidded eyes. He was panting hard too. It was a godly sight. Seeing him so fucked out and tired after having his way with you was truly a sight to behold. "I fucking love you… and I love fucking you…" Baji whispered before locking his already swollen lips with yours, he savoured your taste for just a little longer, your tight warmth too before finally pulling himself out and rolling the condom off if him. He tried it off and tossed all the way on the other side of the warehouse, he chuckled. He felt bad for the poor soul who found that.

He got his clothing back on and helped you to put yours back before pulling you into a tight embrace. He buried his head into your shoulder and took in your sweet scent. Words could not explain how much he loved and cherished you… his whole world would fall apart without you. That was a true fact.

"Can we go on a ride on your bike?" You asked him. You broke the hug slightly to look him in his eyes with your own puppy eyes. He couldn't say no to that…Baji gave you a toothy grin and scooped you up into his arm, "Sure." He carried you bridal style to his vehicle and placed you on before getting his helmet out. He made sure you wore it. Baji didn't give two shits about wearing a helmet himself, but you? It was essential for you to wear it. He never wanted to risk anything happening to you.

Baji got onto the bike and the moment you were held onto him tightly with your head rested against his back, he started his bike and took off. The streets were dark and not really busy, therefore he didn't mind driving a little faster, he loved the way the wind blew his hair back, the cool breeze was refreshing to him. It was to you too. The ride on his bike was nice.

However…

As Baji was driving down the road, a large truck was suddenly coming speeding down the wrong lane, it was close to you guys… it was… gonna hit you if Baji didn't act fast. The moment he noticed it he cursed out, "Fuck!" Baji had no choice but to drive off of the road and crash his bike against the tree. It was a hard crash. It hurt. His body was aching… his head was aching. He got himself off of the bike and held onto his arm… he was sure it was broken. The pain was unimaginable, however he was quick to snap out of it the minute he remembered that you were also with him. His eyes went wide and he looked over at you. You were lying on the road, unconscious.

"Y/n…" Baji croaked out as he got himself to his feet with great difficulty. He stumbled over to you and sat by you, laying your head on his lap after he removed your helmet… you were bleeding. Badly. Baji was panicking. "Y/n… wake up… please…" Baji pleaded. His voice was soft and weak. Something that wasn't common to hear from him, his eyes were welling up with tears too. This couldn't be happening. Baji began feeling your pockets, and eventually he fished out your phone. It was still working… Baji, with shaking hands dialed an ambulance. He tried to be so fast and on the phone the guy was a sobbing and stuttering mess. He wasn't worried about his injuries. He was more concerned for your life.

Baji stayed there in the middle of the road with you until the ambulance finally arrived and took you both to the hospital.

Days past. Baji visited you daily. You suffered a bad head injury and you were out for a few days. On this particular day, he brought your favorite drink along. He sat beside your bed and placed the drink on the table next to the hospital bed. He took your hand his, he looked at your unconscious body. Boy, the amount of guilt he felt… it was his fault. He kept on blaming himself for this. All he wanted was for you to wake up and beg you for forgiveness. Although he wasn't sure if he deserved it. "Please… wake up for me?" Baji's lips were quickering, his voice broke too. He was a mess without you. He didn't sleep well, and he lost his appetite. He only wanted one thing — for you to be okay.

However, it was like a god above heard him, or a miracle… Baji had no idea, but your hand moved, you moved your head… you let out a moan of pain as your eyes slowly began to open. The room was bright… it hurt your head. It irritated you. You let out a sigh. Your eyes explored the room and finally landed on the man holding onto your hand. And you could say for sure you had never met his stranger in your life. "Uhm… hi? Who are you?" You asked quietly.

As for the guy? He looked at you, his once smile, dropped and it turned into one of shock, pain, overall it looked like his entire worled had just fallen apart. His hand got weak too. The tight grasp loosened and eventually he let go of you. He looked totally and utterly broken. "I'm… Y/n… it's me… Keisuke… your Keisuke. I'm your boyfriend…" Baji's eyes filled with tears as he said those words. Even the most excruciating physical pain he had ever felt would never compare to this. It felt like Baji had just felt a hand trespass his chest and rip out his heart before crushing it to pieces. The look of confusion told him all he needed to know. You had no idea who he was.

"I'm sorry… I don't know…" you mumbled to him. You seemed uncomfortable, honestly. You didn't know whether to take him by his word. He could be some random guy telling you that you were his. However the look on his face told you otherwise. He was indeed telling the truth and as much as you felt guilty. You were not ready for an interaction with him.

Baji nodded at your response… "I… I-..." Baji was at a complete loss for words. However before he had the chance to find his voice, the door opened the nurse declared that visitation time was over. Normally Baji would fight and protest. But today he didn't have the strength so he just nodded and walked out of the room. His head hung low as tears shamelessly fell from his cheeks. He wasn't even a spec inside of your head and truth be told… you were all he thought about. He knew everything. After trying so hard… he didn't think he would lose you like this.

Baji got onto his bike. The pain of that. You would never ride with him again. He would never feel your head against his back… your arms around his waist. He never wanted to touch his bike. Therefore before he started the bike, he got off right after and kicked the vehicle. He screamed out as he took all of his frustration out on his bike. He finally left the hospital behind, but he felt heavy… he felt hurt. He suddenly felt like everything was just for nothing.

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Decadent chapter 14: FINALE

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Summary: An accident in the lab - and Miguel has missed what was right in front of his face (that's you)

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Content: nsfw, 18+ , some angst, unprotected p in v, grinding, scratching, biting, blood consumption, bondage, rough sex, not beta'd

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“That’s why I want you to live here with me.” Seeing your eyes go wide, he squeezed your hands. "You can keep your apartment if you want. I'll even pay for it. But..." His eyes dipped almost shyly as he exhaled in a rush. "I love you. So...move in with me?"

"Of course I will. I love you," you confessed. "But..." Caressing his fingers, you swallowed hard, but held his gaze bravely. "First, I need you to tell me where you go all weekend."

FINALE

Spiderman 2099's unstable molecule fabric suit stretched itself across his defined muscles. His heavy cape unfurled behind him. With a sudden leap, he glided across New York - or at least this universe's version of New York, prepared to make sure this universe's timeline didn't somehow collapse.

"Uhhh, boss?" Lyla chimed, appearing in the air, near his head as he floated through the sky.

"Kinda busy, can't it wait?"

"No. You programmed me to let you know if your girlfriend were to ever be in danger, soooo she’s in danger," she fired back.

Miguel aimed for a low rooftop and came to a tumbling stop.

"Where is she? What's wrong?" Miguel had a timeline to attend to, but if you were in danger...

"There was an explosion in the lab - "

Lyla said nothing more before Miguel was quite literally tearing through the fabric of time to get back to you.

His virtual assistant may have overstated the danger you were in. When he arrived at the lab, he realized there had been a very small explosion. More of a misfire of sorts -

...which wasn't the major issue. The reason Lyla interrupted Miguel's mission soon became clear to him.

This was the part of the lab with the spiders. The explosion had destroyed some of the spiders and freed the rest. They must have scurried away. But you were lying on the floor amidst debris, unconscious, with a huge, angry spider bite on your hand.

You were bit by a radioactive spider.

"It can't be," he whispered, rushing to your side and checking you over frantically. Thankfully, you were breathing, but unconscious.

"Baby, what happened?" He gasped, pulling you into his arms and rocking you gently. Pressing a fierce kiss to your forehead, he murmured against your skin.

"This isn't supposed to happen. I'm Spider-Man here. I'm Spider-Man...how..."

Horrible dread filled Miguel's heart.

If this world already had a Spider-Man, that meant this spider bite wasn't going to turn you into a spider woman. It would most likely either kill you or turn you into a villain.

How could he possibly have missed this? How did he not see this coming?

First things first: he wanted to make sure you were okay. Which one of these spiders bit you? They were all radioactive, so in that regard, you were fucked. But it was nothing venomous...right?

Miguel placed you on a lab table and got to work, analyzing your condition and reaction to the bite, drawing your blood, watching you closely for signs of venom - rashes, difficultly breathing -anything to explain why you were unconscious.

He simultaneously had Lyla pull up everything on you - anything that could explain why you would have been bitten by a radioactive spider and he didn't see it coming, as some sort of canon event. Maybe it was just a freak accident. After all, you worked in a dangerous, experimental lab daily.

But Miguel knew the universe. The multi-verse, even. There were no accidents. Ever.

Your Aunt Jessina practically raised you, at least since your parents died at age 12. Miguel had even met Jess.

"Wait, what the hell?" Miguel gasped. Your Aunt Jess actually adopted you and changed your name. And her name.

As Lyla untangled well-hidden files, she discovered that Jess' name was Jessina May Parker. The sister of a scientist named Richard Parker.

Your last name used to be Parker?

Aunt Jess married a man named Ben, who also died. She took his name and completely abandoned the name Parker. You took Ben's last name as well. It was as if Jess wanted to erase any memory of her brother Richard, as well as the name Parker.

But Jess knew what she was doing. The paper trail was virtually nonexistent. One would have to know what to look for and exactly how to look, to find it. And Miguel simply wasn't looking for any spider-related canon events in this timeline because he was Spider-Man.

As Lyla dug deeper, the connections became obvious.

You were raised by your Aunt (Jessina) May. Your Uncle Ben died. Your parents - the Parkers, died behind a veil of secrecy.

Your friend's name was Gwen.

The guy with a crush on you? Jackson Watson. Mitchell Jackson Watson. He went by 'MJ' Watson as a child.

Your life read like a pretty common spider story. So...you were meant to be a spider. That meant he was the wrong spider in the wrong place. Typical. No wonder his entire existence felt...well, wrong. Until he met you...

Now he just had to wait for you to wake up.

You eyes fluttered weakly, struggling to open. You inhaled sharply - shakily, feeling like your skin was on fire.

"Corazón?" Miguel gasped, gently tracing your jaw with his fingertips. "Hey..."

"W-what happened?" you croaked, your throat parched and your lips dry.

"You were bit by a spider. Scared me to death- how are you feeling?” He gently questioned.

"Everything hurts,” you coughed out, struggling to sit up. "Was it poisonous?"

"Take it easy. Just lie still. Let me take care of you,” he softly admonished. "I’m running some tests but you don't seem to be having an allergic reaction. I don’t think that’s what’s happening here."

You moaned in agony, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. "My head is pounding- my skin hurts, Miguel please...”

“It’s okay, baby - "

“Please take me home,” you whimpered. “I-I don’t feel good.”

Miguel explained to you that he wasn’t quite done with the tests he was running in the lab, not to mention the headache of dealing with the accidental explosion and confidential cleanup. So you endured nearly an hour of waiting on an uncomfortable lab table until Miguel felt satisfied with your test results.

Then he carried you to the car, held you close in the back seat, and took you to his home.

Well...hopefully soon to be your home. Miguel had asked you to move in, but you wanted complete honesty from him first. This was way more than working together, sleeping together, or even being exclusive. Miguel loved you and wanted to start a life with you.

He had asked you for one more weekend and then promised to show you all his secrets first hand. This gave you pause, but he explained it would be easier to show you than to explain it to you.

The Spider Society was meant to be a secret, so Miguel honestly wanted to let a few people there know what was going on - how serious he was about you, and how much he trusted you.

Now, it seemed you would not only learn of the Spider Society as Miguel's girlfriend, but as a spider yourself.

Your transformation into a spider wasn't an easy one, but not atypical of other transitions Miguel had heard about and witnessed. Of course, his personal transition was a different type of lab accident, and he was quite the unique spider.

Still, your whimpers of agony tormented him all night as you clung to him, clenching his t-shirt in your firsts, begging him to hold you, to stay with you.

He groaned as you shifted against his body, pulling yourself on top of him.

"Why does it feel like this?" You cried, you lips brushing his throat. "Please make it stop, Miguel, please."

He must have whispered a hundred soothing Spanish whispers and pet names into your ear, promising you he was there - that you were safe, and this would pass.

As you drifted off into a fitful slumber, he wondered how you would ever forgive him for letting this happen to you - for not seeing it coming.

The next morning, you woke up in his arms, feeling much better. And bizarre. A trip to the bathroom later, and your new life started to make itself known.

You tried to brush your teeth, but accidentally snapped the thing in half. Next, you broke the toilet handle when you went to flush, which, made you flinch in surprise, sending your hand slamming into the counter's edge - taking the corner right off as it smashed to pieces.

"Oh my god!' you shrieked, "Miguel?" you called out, rushing back toward the bedroom, only to collide with his solid chest…

…which somehow sent him stumbling backward. All six foot, nine inches or your massive wall of a boyfriend almost lost his balance after you ran into him.

“Miguel? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He grasped your arms to calm you down Damn, you were strong. “Let me explain, okay?”

So Miguel info-dumped absolutely everything about the Spider Society, the multi-verse and your spider powers. He even explained that you getting bit was apparently a “canon event” - a life and story similar to so many other spiders.

To say your mind was blown was an understatement. The fact that you had super powers now? Like super strength, amazing reflexes and possibly something called a spider sense, where you could sense danger coming?

Not to mention a lot other people had these same powers too but they were from other worlds.

You started to understand why it took Miguel so long to tell you where he went on weekends. It would have been difficult to grasp if it hadn’t happened to you personally.

You couldn't believe your eyes when Miguel actually took your hand and led you through a portal to another dimension. A psychedelic, seizure-inducing, multicolored portal, which might have been terrifying if it weren't so amazing.

When you got to this so called Spider HQ, you clung to his hand as you passed by several other people in skin tight suits that looked like Miguel's blue one, but more of them were primarily red.

Each person knew Miguel and seemed to defer to him or acknowledge him as the two of you passed by.

Lyla was there as well, chirping away, updating him on all things multiverse.

The biggest surprise came when you got to what appeared to be the heart of the operation, or perhaps Miguel's...office, containing a rather dramatic elevated platform surrounded by several computer screens.

"So this is where you go every weekend?" You asked him, nodding around you.

"Nights too, sometimes. When we're not together." He winked down at you.

You made a face. "Baby, when do you sleep?"

"He never sleeps," a familiar voice resounded behind you. "That's why he's so damn grumpy."

The multiverse got a lot weirder when you turned around and saw your neighbor's lookalike standing there in a black and white spider suit.

"Gwen?"

Seeing your neighbor/friend's doppelgänger was shocking enough, but Miguel knew it was time to head back to your own universe when you discovered, quite by accident, that you were the proud, new owner of organic webbing.

You accidentally shot a long roped web out of your wrist and shrieked in surprise, inadvertently firing off a few more before Miguel could explain to you what was happening. He knew it could be a possibility - some spiders made their webbing in the lab and wore the tech on their wrists - while others, like you, had organic webbing as a part of your altered DNA.

There was really no way to know for sure until it happened. The thought of spiderwebs flying out of your skin freaked you right the hell out, so Miguel took you home.

After explaining things to you and making you some Mexican food, he noticed you hadn't spoken or even looked at him since he poured your first margarita.

"Mi amor?" He gently prompted, reaching for your hand. "Talk to me."

As if simply waiting on an invitation, you dove right in.

"Why didn't you tell me about all this - about the other spiders?" You whispered. "I mean...this is huge."

"I know." His gaze dropped. "I wanted to, but the Spider Society - we don't really...advertise."

"I get that," you nodded understandingly, "But I'm not just your girlfriend. I'm your research partner. Don't you think it's pertinent to our research - all those other spiders? Didn't you think maybe this information could help you?"

"There are no other spiders like me. No one had the accident I had and no one...drinks blood."

"But we don't know - there could have been something," you argued. "A-and the fact that I was working around radioactive spiders every day?"

"Well...you did know about the spiders, to be fair," he reasoned.

"Maybe, but not that I would turn into a spider-person - and that there were other universes with...us out there. And Gwen - there's another Gwen?" You pulled your hand away during your confused and impassioned speech, running your fingers over your wrists where your spiderwebs had shot out.

"And now like - I'm part spider and I am completely freaked out, Miguel, d-do you understand that?"

His scarlet eyes found yours and he nodded. "I think I do. I definitely do."

Your eyed him sympathetically, understanding his meaning. This was the whole point of your research together - the reason you met. Miguel didn't want to be part vampire spider anymore, and he never wanted to need to drink blood again. He'd spent most of his life vexed by his very existence.

"I didn't mean for this to happen to you, mi amor - you have to believe that."

"I know," you sniffled. "But what about me? Are you...friends with another me - somewhere out there? You and me - are we just carbon copies of - "

"No." Miguel's scarlet eyes swirled with uncertainty as his dark eyebrows arched pleadingly. "There is no one else like you. There never could be."

Seeing your hesitation and sensing your distress, he pushed off his barstool where you were seated at the kitchen island. Brushing his knuckles across your cheek, he struggled to find the right words as slivers of fear began to wind around his heart - a dread that somehow, he could lose you. "Corazon..."

"You're sure you haven't met a bunch of other me's?" You softly questioned, blinking up at him.

"Mi vida," he breathed, touching his forehead to yours as he stood between your legs - his hands spreading across your thighs.

With little effort, he lifted you off your barstool and set you on the counter top, easing closer until his body pressed against yours. Pulling your thighs around his waist, he shifted his hips before pressing his waiting mouth to yours.

You hummed against his lips, slipping your fingers around his neck to wind through his dark locks. He tasted you slowly, pushing his hands back up your spread thighs to grip your hips. Thrusting against you temptingly, he licked hotly into your mouth, but it didn't last long.

Touching his forehead to yours, the warmth of his breath enticed you closer, but he shook his head, murmuring your name. Miguel so often spoke through his body. Some of your wildest nights together stemmed from his anger and desperation.

One memory in particular came to mind - one Saturday in your apartment, when he admitted to you that his daughter had passed away. He tried to tell you more about it that day, but instead, he had pulled you against his body and kissed you so tenderly. You had taken him to your bed and that was the first time he was so sweet and deliberate with you.

Whispering his name, you brushed an errant lock of hair from his ruby gaze.

Shaking his head slightly, he inhaled, as if ready to speak, but somehow couldn't...stammering, instead, leaning into your touch. "I can't..."

"What," you murmured, twirling your fingers through the hair behind his ears.

"Lose you," he choked out, his gaze dropping to your lap.

Dragging your fingertips down his jawline, you lifted his face back up to yours. But you didn't answer - instead, sealing your mouth to his once more, pulling him closer still, and squeezing his torso with your thighs.

He responded hungrily, lifting you up to carry you to the nearest flat surface, which was the living room couch - his tongue tangling with yours urgently.

The two of you tumbled down, bodies pressed eagerly together as you rolled all the way down to the floor, grinding together for the friction you so desperately craved. So often, you searched for the connection needed through communication with your bodies.

It happened quickly - with both of you craving the intensity of your shared bond when your bodies joined. With only a few deliberate yanks of clothing off or aside, he pushed his way snugly inside you, the two of you a hopeless tangle of limbs and clothing.

But you wanted him closer stil. "Tear these," you pouted, pulling at your shoved-aside panties...

...but they ripped with the strength of your finger.

Before you could react, he obeyed your command, shredding the other annoying articles of clothing, easing down onto his back as your joined bodies continued a tantric rhythm.

He groaned as you worked your naked body over his cock, your tits bouncing, granting him his favorite view in all the universes he'd ever laid eyes on, or even imagined.

"Even if I met...another version of you somehow...it still wouldn't be you," he panted, running his hands all over your beautiful body.

Miguel had needed reassurance that he wouldn't lose you, but it was you doubting your uniqueness, and for the first time, you understood, even if only in part, why Miguel might feel like a freak or a monster.

A radioactive spider bite had altered your DNA and your body was a mystery to you now. You didn't know your own strength and the whole spiderweb thing really sent you...

But the biggest fear driving the vigorous use of his body beneath you was that he might discover another you somewhere.

"Tell me again," you whined, twisting your body down into his with brutal ferocity. "Tell me I'm the only one."

"F-fuck," he stuttered out - your newfound strength making his huge frame buck like a rag doll.

Wishing he could sit up and hold you while you came - to reassure you that you belonged to him, and that no one else ever could, Miguel instead found himself coming hard and instantly because he could not move - your strength rendering him incapable of lifting off the floor.

"Miguel, please," you gasped, digging your nails so hard into his chest that you drew blood, so close to your release but feeling that he'd already come inside you.

You kept on riding him even as he went soft, expecting his superhuman stamina to have him hard and ready for you soon, but you forgot one small factor:

He had to keep up with you now.

Your frustration and desperation came to a head and you finally stilled your movements, opening your eyes to find bloody streaks scraped into your boyfriend's massive chest.

Before you could even react or worry, Miguel trapped your wrists in his hands. "Está bien, cariño."

You gasped out his name, horrified, still unaware that you were literally pinning him down.

"I'm okay, it's okay," he assured you, pulling at your wrists. "Let me up."

"Oh god," you croaked, finally releasing him and staring at the angry red marks and trickles of blood. "I-I didn't mean to. I didn't even realize."

"Hey..." he caressed your cheek, readjusting as your bodies pulled apart. "Felt so good. I'm okay."

"But you're bleeding," you argued. "Look what I did..." You trailed off as he nodded, understanding, better than anyone, exactly how you were feeling right now. You hurt him - drew blood, surprising and horrifying yourself, only to have him come faster than ever, telling you how good it was.

Okay, so the tables had turned.

Miguel suggested the two of you go upstairs to clean up and get more comfortable, promising to clean up the Mexican feast tomorrow.

You were quiet - perplexed, mostly, but the tiny slivers of fear slipped back into Miguel's mind over what his lack of candor might ultimately mean for your relationship.

"Mi amor," he started again, just the way he had right after dinner. The two of you had showered and changed into pajamas even though it was hardly bedtime.

Gripping you by the arms, he ducked down closer to your height. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for this."

"It's not your fault," you reasoned, resting your palms against his chest. "How could it be?"

He simply shrugged, pulling you close to his chest for a hug. "I promise there's no one else like you," he whispered against your temple. "There are other Parkers, and other spiders, but no one else is like you."

Easing back, he took your face in his hands. "Every single person I've met - other Peters and other Gwens - none of them are exactly alike - they're all unique."

Pressing a soft kiss to your mouth, he rested his forehead against yours. "You can't honestly believe I could love anyone else."

He kissed you again, slotting his mouth against yours as his strong arms wound around your back. Then he took you to his bed and made you believe it.

Six weeks later...

Miguel turned out to be quite the capable coach - helping you understand your powers and practicing using them. He even encouraged the use of your spiderwebs outside the lab, reasoning that you needed to get used to them domestically.

A few pillows lost their stuffing and you shattered a teapot and a margarita glass, but, with practice, you adjusted.

This was an absolute must before working in the lab. Flying spiderwebs did not mix with delicate test tubes and beakers.

Your favorite part of training was when Miguel insisted you use his body for practice - testing your strength, agility and your webs while he taught you how to fight. It took you weeks to unleash your full strength on him. Your kick knocked him across a rooftop.

But when it came right down to it, he actually was bigger and stronger. Not by much. Your advantage came from your more powerful webs and your precognitive spider-sense.

Work had completely changed for the two of you, since you started focusing your time less on a cure for Miguel, and more on the needs of the Spider Society.

Miguel started to feel like maybe being a spider wasn't so bad. He used to feel alone, despite all the other spiders in the society - constantly wracked with guilt over the blood he took from others simply to sustain his life.

Then you came along - brilliant, beautiful and so full of life - challenging him at every turn - in the lab, in the bedroom. You knew what you wanted out of a career and you definitely knew what you wanted from a lover.

What started out as a wild bit of coworkers-with-benefits gave way to a twisted relationship of sorts - he used your body for pleasure and for feeding and -miracle of miracles - you loved it.

Craving the dark things he did to your body - the scratches of his talons, the puncture marks from his fangs, the weakness from blood loss and paralyzation - all while he used your body for his pleasure - it was a mirror to him of how much of a monster he really was.

But you showed him that person deserved love as much as anyone else. Miguel finally accepted your acceptance. He allowed you to love him and heal his heart. He still wasn't comfortable with hurting you, however, and remained determined to find a cure for his condition.

At least until a couple weeks ago.

The two of you were sparring and Miguel was pushing you pretty hard. He was still superior at hand-to-hand combat, simply from years of experience.

Sparring with an absolute tank of a delicious boyfriend like Miguel taught you a lot, but it also made you feral. He usually insisted the two of you calm down and cool off - keeping your training separate from your personal life.

But this particular night, you were having none of it.

Miguel had you pinned on the ground between his thick, gorgeous thighs.

"Ready for a break?" He nonchalantly and almost smugly questioned.

"No way," you huffed, firing webs to bind his ankles together.

You could feel a slightly condescending chuckle rumble through his body, so you fired another web right at his mouth, silencing him.

Your face was right next to his crotch and, as you ordered him to stop fighting you, his cock started getting hard.

Certainly not the first time that happened.

He reached for your hands to try to stop all your spiderweb nonsense, but you stuck his hand to the floor with another web.

He only squeezed his thighs together harder, keeping you trapped.

"Have it your way," you purred, mouthing him through the thin cotton of his joggers.

He mumbled out a protest, through the web covering his mouth, reaching for you with his other hand. While teasing his cock with your lips, you managed to stick his other hand to the floor and start to wiggle free.

Miguel really was stronger than you, but lost his concentration just enough to forget to keep clamping down with his thighs.

You rolled away, laughing victoriously, but knowing he wouldn't stay trapped for long. So you straddled his waist, enjoying your few moments with him bound and silenced, rolling your hips over his length, grinding down temptingly.

"I wonder if I could make you come before you get free," you taunted, firing more webs to trap his entire arms - from shoulders to wrists - to the floor. You used more webbing to secure his legs as well, loosening his ankles just long enough to secure his legs all the way down, spread apart, just like his arms.

He didn't fight you.

Instead, his ruby irises flashed with lust as you pulled your sports bra over your head. He was already shirtless, so it felt incredible when you removed the web silencing him. You laid down, your breasts mashed against his muscular chest, grinding your core against his length as you kissed him hard.

You felt him shift and strain against the webs - he no doubt wanted to run his hands over your skin, but you nipped at his lips, tutting condescendingly.

"Be good for me," you teased, ripping his pants open with no effort. He groaned as you roughly pushed your own pants down and kicked them off, leaving you naked as you draped yourself back over him, rubbing your bare wet cunt up and down his stiff cock.

"Baby, please..." he panted as you undulated - your tits bouncing as you found the friction you sought for your clit, but left him desperate to push his way inside you.

You eased down again, lying on top of him, rolling your hips teasingly as your slid your tongue inside his mouth, purposely dragging it across his sharp fang.

Miguel moaned as the taste of your blood filled his mouth, sucking your tongue, drinking your sweet nectar as you kissed him and teased him endlessly.

You sat back up after a moment, licking your lips clean of blood as your tongue healed itself almost instantly. Bracing yourself with your palms on your boyfriend's huge chest, you locked eyes with him, smirking slightly as you continued rocking your hips just enough to rub your clit pleasurably but to leave him wanting.

"Fuck me," he panted, running his blood-covered tongue over his lips - his muscles straining against your webs.

Biting your lip coyly, you paused the movement of your hips. "Make me." And you continued the drag of your clit over his tip, panting as pleasure sparked up and down your spine.

You wanted his cock inside you as badly as he did, but it was just too fun to see him squirm. Back and forth you went, faster and faster, working yourself close to your release.

"I'm so close," you moaned, concentrating on your own pleasure and loving the flex of Miguel's muscles as he struggled. Soon enough, his warm laser webs, convenient talons and sheer strength freed his arms just enough to knock you off balance.

A bit of sparring ensued - the two of you hard and wet and naked - fighting for control and desperate to fuck.

You attempted to ensnare your boyfriend in your webs again, but he dodged you, rolling away and firing his own, which bound your ankles and made you trip. Before you could hit the ground, however, you ripped your ankles free and rolled to a stop...

...but Miguel was ready, firing his laser webbing to bind your hands. He grabbed you from behind, pushing you down to the floor and pinning you there with all his weight, pushing your bound hands up over your head.

You squirmed but he was pressing down on you with all his might.

"You're going to be still, little spider, while I fuck you."

"Doubt that - " You started, but weren't surprised at all as Miguel's webs covered your mouth. You wriggled against him, but were secretly thrilled that he was using his strength on you. He had shown some hesitancy bringing his powers and his full strength into the bedroom, aside from the way he would regularly drink blood from your tongue when you purposely sliced it on his fang.

Two strong hands gripped your hips, shifting you up just enough for him to thrust his thick cock into your dripping channel. Memories of him bending you over his desk flooded your mind - times when you would cry from how good he would fuck you.

And now, as he pounded into you, with all the power and speed in his beautiful body, you felt pressure but no pain. And he felt release with no guilt.

The webbing across your mouth muffled your screams of ecstasy as he shifted his hips to hit that spot so perfect.

"My beautiful girl," he breathed on the back of your neck. "You were made for me."

His fangs tore into your flesh and he fed - the feeling of his fangs inside your skin made you come instantly - your body convulsing with the wildest, hardest orgasm of your life.

Miguel's paralytic venom could no longer incapacitate you - it merely slowed you down for a minute or two, giving him just enough time to drink his fill, feel your body submit and give out, as he pumped his seed into you.

The two of you collapsed together on the floor, panting and spent. Miguel freed you from his webs, rolled you over to face him and pulled you against the warmth of his chest.

You melted against him, satisfied, accepting his lust-filled kiss.

He pulled back a moment later, amazed as the angry wounds in your throat closed and vanished as your body healed itself.

After two weeks of feeding on your new blood, and dozens of tests to make sure your blood wouldn't somehow hurt him, Miguel put to rest the idea of looking for a cure for his condition.

"I told you - you're perfect just like you are," you whispered one night, lying on top of his chest.

"Maybe I was just waiting on my cure," he murmured back, running his hands down the curve of your bare back. "You fixed me. You healed me."

"You fixed me too. I had no idea what I was missing before super powered sex," you teased him.

He playfully swatted your ass. "We're going to break everything in this house if we keep going like this, corazón."

You smiled to yourself. "I don't know. I think we're going to have to take it easy for a while."

"Why...did I hurt you?"

"No." You pressed a quick kiss right over his heart. "I'm pregnant."

END

Thank you for taking this wild ride with me! It was fun to explore unhinged, blood-drinking Miguel. xoxo - Ivy

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Wanting: Nero x G/N Reader

Smut/adult stuff MINORS GO AWAY LEAVE THIS PLACE AND GO READ SOMETHING ELSE >:[ Thanks! :))

SUMMARY: While you are gone, Nero gets well acquainted with your new room.

BEGINNING NOTES: 🛏️Perverse/Horny Nero x G/N Reader 🧸Un-established relationship 🛏️Nero (pillow) masturbation 🧸Mentioned reader masturbation; implied bottom--or at least likes to have things “inside” (that sounds horrible lmao, you’ll see what I mean) 🛏️Nero’s scent kink is really strong here 🧸Nero and the reader just moved into a house together; as “roommates”.

Nero bit his lip in excitement as he stared into the room. He knew that this was obscenely perverted; that this would undoubtedly get him in trouble but he couldn’t resist. With a slow lean back out of the doorway, he looked to his left then his right, surveying the hallway. You weren’t home--you weren't going to be for another few hours, but he couldn’t be too cautious. What if you came home and saw what he was doing? You’d most definitely move out and, probably, beat the living hell out of him for this.

But the unyielding flame inside him was overwhelming and he couldn’t help-- no, he needed to satiate this lewd hunger building inside him.

The young hunter walked into your partially unpacked room. It had only been six days since the two of you had begun to move in and you had been rather busy with contracts lately; leaving Nero to do most of the sprucing up of the cozy abode. As he stood over your bed his teeth pierced through his lower lip and his own blood began to fill his mouth and dribble down his chin. Slowly he began to palm his growing excitement. His eyes fluttered shut as he took a deep breath, replaying last night’s events in his mind.

The quiet mewls of your erotic delight were followed by the soft squishing wet sounds of whatever toy or fingers you had been using. On the other side of the wall was the living space, the place Nero was currently painting. He couldn’t help but listen in, placing his ear flush against the unpainted surface. His cock was hard as ever and he touched himself in rhythm with your own playtime, listening to the bed creak from your rapid movements.

The sounds of your unintelligible gibberish when you encroached on your orgasm. Your muffled whimpering cry as you reached your peak pushed Nero over the edge causing him to make a mess all over his hand and jeans. As he stared at the fluid that decorated his own skin he couldn’t help but yearn for it to be your skin instead or, better yet, to be inside you. As quick as possible, he scrambled to the bathroom to clean his hand and then scurried off to his room to get new pants. When you asked why he changed clothes, he simply claimed to have “spilled paint” on himself; unable to even look you in the eye without risking getting hard.

Admittedly this wasn’t the first time Nero had done something like this; something so unspeakably immoral and filthy. The young man has stolen your clothes so many times that he’s forgotten how much he’s soiled with his lust.

At first, it was an accident. You'd come over to his previous home--a small one-bedroom apartment--and you’d left your lightweight hoodie on the couch. Nero picked it up and was going to place it by the door, so he could take it back in the morning but he stopped. Without thinking he put the fabric up to his nose and took a slow deep inhale, a dangerous smell of your soap and a light smell of sweat lingered on the coat. Your scent drives him up the wall usually but within the privacy of his own home, it did so much more. For a brief moment, he realized what he was doing was weird but that quickly passed. Nero didn't even leave the living room before he had his dick out and was beating it, your hoodie still held up to his face.

Right before he finished, laid it on the couch, and came on it, fantasizing that it was you. The young man had never cum so hard in his life; which was then surprisingly followed by a few more rounds all of which were layered upon the soiled jacket. After a much-needed wash, he returned it to you. He remembers the guilty arousal he got when he watched you put it on, knowing he'd splattered it senseless.

Nero opened his eyes and took a deep breath, calming himself. When he remembers that first time, he ends up getting overly excited and cumming way too fast. Taking a short break from groping himself, he unhurriedly walked over to a shirt you'd discarded on the floor and picked it up.

The teal devil held the fabric to his nose and moaned lowly, this only added more fuel to the out-of-control lust within him. He wants you. He needs you.

A growl of frustration came from his throat as he returned to your bed. Quickly, he grabbed your body pillow and slid your shirt over it. Then he mounted your bed, hips straddling the plush-filled fabric. All the while he was imagining it was you instead.

He put the hemline of his shirt into his mouth and unbuttoned his jeans. A small shake appeared in his hands as he closed his eyes and slowly palmed his cock tent. In his mind, he was imagining all the perverse things he’d do to you if only given the chance to. As he pulled down his boxers, he finally let go of his lower lip and let out a low groan.

Bit by bit, he leaned down onto the pillow and wrapped his arms around it. Sluggish languid motions pushed his throbbing cock into the fabric. His eyes fluttered shut again as he took a deep inhale making his arms tighten further around the object. Although he had only just started, he already had pre-cum dribbling from his cock and was smearing it against your inanimate sleeping companion. The idea that this very pillow he’s grinding against is one that bore witness and was right beside you during your playtime only made him want to slam against it harder.

Nero attempted to pick up the pace but found his jeans blocked said movement. Irritated, he got up off the bed and slid them off, and decided he might as well take everything off. Once repositioned on the bed, he leaned down and kissed the fabric. Nuzzling his head into his he began to thrust into it again.

He laid on his side and wrapped his arms and legs around the pillow, grinding harder and quicker. Nero’s nails dug into the shirt’s fabric, unknowingly tearing it. Loud unfiltered moans and grunts came from the teal devil as he buried himself deeper into the fabric.

Carefully he bit into the fabric and began to chew on it slightly. His legs tightened even further, wrapping as tightly as they could. As his thrusts began to speed up, he found himself moaning your name; calling out for you. He turned over and pinned the pillow beneath him, sliding in a flat kneel--his inner thighs hitting the mattress and object of his lust.

He laid his head against the side of it, acting as if it were your head, as his pace became brutal. Another pathetically desperate round of moans came from him, grasping at the cotton-filled fabric that he wished were you instead. As he felt himself coming to his peak, he moved his head and placed his forehead where he envisioned yours to be.

A very finite amount of sweat decorated his body and brow, making his hair flatten a bit and stick to his skin. He felt as if his body were on fire and felt something much more feral fill his limbs as he fucked into the captive fabric. Nero had a strong urge to Trigger--to really let himself go and to ruin the plush; but he fought it, knowing that you’d find out if he did.

He let out a few sputtering heavy breaths and grunts as he shot his load against both the pillow and your shirt. His breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch in sinful released delight. Several ropes of thick cum spurted onto the pillow and shirt as he gently played with his tip to ride his high just a little longer. A small content sigh left his lips as he placed a gentle kiss against the pillow and smiled. As he leaned upwards, his breathing was heavy and he realized he was still rock hard, standing at attention.

“N-Nero?!”

A sudden hot mortified feeling encompassed his face. Nero should've covered himself up-- should've apologized-- should've done something-- but he just sat there, frozen, staring at the wrinkled and tainted pillow beneath him. Completely petrified.

You swallowed hard as an odd lust began to creep into your mind. Nero and you were both frozen at the situation. Admittedly, you wanted to be mad; to be upset that you leave for an hour and come home to find Nero cumming on your bed. However, you couldn’t bring yourself to--at least, not right now. Right now all you could think about was joining the still-aroused devil.

A small smirk pulled at your lips as you strode towards him, a small sway in your hips, and a certain heavy-lidded look in your eyes. Nero’s eyes slowly panned up to meet yours. Your smirk widened as you watched his cock twitch from your approach.

Once at your bedside, you placed a hand on the far side of his face and turned him towards you. Nero’s lips were slightly parted and he went to speak but was quickly cut off by you placing your lips on top of his. The kiss was slow and passionate, you made sure that your intention was crystal clear as he moved his body to face yours. As you split apart from the kiss, you placed your hand around his burning dick, earning a surprised half-grunt half-moan from the red-faced young man.

Still touching foreheads, you whispered against his lips, "You're quite the pervert; aren't you?"

He swallowed hard and began to panic, "I'm sorry, I---"

"Shh shh shh," your hand began to move in slow languid motions, earning another one of the sweet noises from the devil, "Don't apologize," you kissed him longingly, biting his lower blood-stained lip as you pulled your lips away again, "Next time just ask before you go and fuck my pillows," you leaned back and ran you hand slowly up his torso, resting it on the back of his neck, "Now, be a good boy," you leaned back in and placed a kiss on the side of his neck, feeling him tremble beneath you, "and show me what you have been wanting to do."

Nero let out a shuddering breath and a very quiet "oh", feeling a chill run up his spine. It took a moment for him to recompose himself as he felt you place very soft kisses against his neck.

When he was grounded back in reality, he flipped you over and pinned you underneath him. He returned the favor and began to run soft sweet kisses along your body. At the base of the side of your neck, mimicking the spot you’d been on him, Nero bit down hard. You arched into him and let out a low sharp gasping moan at the unexpectedly harsh move, feeling his teeth gently work a dark mark into your skin.

After he was satisfied with the severity of the mark, Nero whispered to you in a husky sultry low voice, tickling the tender skin with his heavy hot breaths, "I hope you’re up for a long night…” He placed a long kiss against the side of your jaw, nipping at it slightly, “You won't remember your name when I'm done with you."

ENDING NOTES: I am probably going to do the same type of situation using Dante; he also seems like the type to do this kind of thing. It might be using a teddy bear or something though, idk. Regardless, this won’t be for some time. Currently, as of posting this and not counting this fic, I have 13 WIPs + 11 Requests (If you are wondering why the requests are still not open this is why lmao). 🛏️🧸🛏️

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Mortal - Chapter 5

A Suguru Geto x fem!Reader Fanfiction

Words: 1741

Warnings: thoughts of murder(?), racism (It's suguru)

Summary: Mimico and Nanako get into a horrible car accident after a drunk night with their friends. Geto is called to the hospital where he discovers you, a human plagued by a cursed spirit, who saved his two precious daughters' lives from the fire. In this chapter, Suguru shows you the burden humanity is to his kind

Suguru scrubbed the blood off his kimono. You would be back from your walk any second now. He had left his spirits to take care of the mess in the hallway. Another disgusting monkey had run its use and he had to take care of it. But you could not see that aftermath. He would not let you.

He wetted his fingers and combed back his sleek black hair. He frantically searched through his robes for the disinfecting deodorant he always wore after a meeting. He sprayed a little extra to cover the slight scent of iron the blood had left behind. He added cologne on top of that, just for good measure.

His strong arms supported his heavy body as he leaned over the sink. He looked at the cold water as it swirled before disappearing down the drain.

"What am I doing?", he said in a grievous tone, "What the fuck am I doing?"

He looked at his distressed face in the mirror. He was desperately trying to shield a matchstick castle from a hurricane. You would find out about his goals eventually and he already knew what response you would give then. He had spent hours imagining all the names you would possibly call him, awoken countless times from the thought of you slapping his face in disgust. But he could not stop. He had to have both. He had to have you, cause his heart would not let him do otherwise. But the same heart ached for his kin, urging him to continue his crusade against your kind.

"She's not human", he told himself again as he clenched his fists.

He had spent days researching your family history, trying to figure out the smallest link to jujutsu society. But to no avail; you were as human as can be and he could not stand it.

He heard your voice from the window as you greeted his previous visitors. He looked outside. You talked to the two of them with a smile on your face. You were so beautiful and kind, he could not help but smile himself. But that smile disappeared as you shook their hands.

"Don't touch them", he said through his teeth. The thought of their disgusting hands touching your soft skin was unbearable.

He returned to the sink, not wanting to continue watching the distasteful spectacle. He grabbed his disinfectant and made his way to the kitchen. There he filled a bowl full of water before heading towards your room.

"Suguru-san!", you smiled as you emptied your back, "How was your d-"

He set down the bowl between the two of you as he kneeled in front of you on the tatami. He pulled your hands toward him and dipped them inside the water. He poured some of the disinfectant on them along with a handful of soap before he began to clean.

"What are you doing?", you chuckle at his curious behaviour.

"You should wash your hands after going out", he said nonchalantly.

"I did, you have a small bathroom at the entrance"

The entrance was before she met the humans. That would not do. "That bathroom is filthy, you should clean yourself up in here"

"But..."

"Please", he slapped his hands on the rim of the bowl to get your attention, "Just do it. It's important to me. Don't ask why"

Your gaze trembled. You could tell it was upsetting him not to go along with his request. "Alright", you said softly, "I will"

He returned a smile of gratitude to you before going back to washing your hands. He had to get it off of you; that smell. The smell of those monkeys.

He was startled by how close you had suddenly gotten.

"Is that cologne?", you said sniffing the air.

"Y...yeah", Suguru had to clear his throat to conceal his stammer, "Yes, I'm afraid I tend to overdo it sometimes. Is it too bad?"

He was relieved to see you shake your head. "No it's ....", you turned your head away, a red tint softly painting the tip of your ears, "It's a nice one".

What would had normally flustered him now brought him an inexplicable amount of guilt. He was lying to you, but he had to. You would not understand even if he explained. Yet he knew this could not go on forever.

"Come along", he suddenly stood to his feet, "I want to show you something"

You looked at him puzzled before following him out into the maze of corridors. He managed his usually quick step so that you could walk to his side. Before long you were standing at a small prayer room with an altar in it. A few candles bathed the various photographs Suguru had arranged on it with their soft yellow light.

"What is this place?", you asked.

"Something I made to remember them", Suguru pointed at the photographs. They were mostly of two people: A young girl with her black braided hair half covered by a bandana and a young man with a ridiculous bowl haircut but also with the brightest smile you had ever seen. There were a few other people as well, but those two gained your attention the most cause in few of the photographs Suguru was with them as well.

"Were they your friends?", you asked.

"Yes", Suguru lit another candle, "They've been gone a long time now"

"Gone?"

"Dead", Suguru spat, "No. Killed"

You stepped closer, "What do you mean?"

"They died either from or protecting humans", Suguru said, refraining from adding the 'like you' part at the end of the sentence.

Your gaze fell. Suddenly he felt your arms wrapping around him from the side. His heartbeat quickened. His eyes widened. "I'm so sorry, Suguru-san", your voice betrayed genuine sorrow and it pleased him like nothing else.

He turned around to face you and wrapped his arms around you as well. His hand held the back of your head close to his chest as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He let his senses be dominated by your intoxicating smell, so sweet like flowers and nothing like what all those monkeys carried to his temple. "Thank you my dear", he smiled and basked at the feeling of you holding him close.

He would get you to see. Slowly but surely you would see how awful humankind was. What a plague it had been to his people.

"It must be so hard for you to keep fighting spirits for us", Suguru's eye twitched at your words, "You're such a kind person"

Suguru did not know what he wanted to do at that moment. His heart fluttered with happiness cause you thought that after all this time he was still kind, yet he could not ignore the aching frustration of whom you thought that kindness was for. Yet it all dissipated at the warm feeling of your body pressed tightly against his. His hand hovered above your waist, wanting to pull you closer yet fearing he would somehow break you if he did.

He wanted the moment to last forever, but in the end, you pulled away. Your gaze returned to the photos. You picked one from his school days. Your lips stretched into a soft smile.

"You must have been popular", you pointed at him in the photo, "That's you, right? You look so cool!"

He chuckled. "You'd be surprised", he took the photograph in his hands, "I'm afraid there's not much room to be popular when your entire school has five students"

"Five?"

"Sorcerers are not very common, especially in the modern era", Suguru could not escape from the sorrowful expression he used to wear all the time during senior year, "We keep going after curses to save humans...so much that we're going extinct"

All colour was drained from his voice by the end of his sentence. His gaze hardened. He slammed the photo back to the altar. The raging storm in his eyes was only calmed by the touch of your hand on his.

"Then...why do you do it?"

"I'm sorry?", his brow furrowed at your sudden question.

"Why do you keep fighting curses?"

A sliver of hope lit a spark in Suguru's eyes. "You don't want me to fight curses? You don't want me to save people?"

"I...I think it's very brave. And I'm grateful", you said, " Like...firefighters. They choose to go into a burning building to rescue people, knowing they could die if something went wrong. But...if I had to choose...I would prefer if you were a living coward, rather than a brave corpse". You kept your gaze away. When you returned it to him it was full of fire and determination, so much so that it made Suguru's heart skip a beat.

"What if I told you there was a way there were no more fires", Suguru leaned in, his eyes overflowing with hope and victory, "What if there was a way there were no more curses?"

You looked at him stunned. "Is there?"

Suguru smiled. "Yes", he said to your surprise, "You see, this is what I'm trying to do"

"Suguru...that could change the world!", you looked at the altar, "If the curses are responsible for so many deaths...then...if they were gone..."

"Sorcerers could finally have peace, and happiness, and security", Suguru completed your sentence. He walked behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders, keeping your eyes away from his victorious expression. "A better world. That's my dream", he said, " A world where my friends are safe"

He twirled your hair in his fingers, his expression numbing. You finally agreed with him, somewhat at least, yet the thought of how he gorged those words out of you by trickery made him want to vomit. He left out of what had to be done in order for the dream to be achieved.

But what was he supposed to do? There you were, a human standing in front of him. It would be so easy to wrap his large hands around your fragile throat and break it like a small twig. There would be one less of you in this terrible terrible world. But, at the same time, there would be one less of YOU. You, y/n, not you a human. He could not imagine a day anymore where he did not gaze into your beautiful eyes. Where he did not hear your melodious laugh or sit beside you as you joyously told him about your day. He remained there, standing awkwardly behind you, wanting nothing more than to rest his head on yours and pull you into his embrace as every instinct yelled at him to dispose of you.

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