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sttoru · 3 months

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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. staying at your boyfriend’s house for the first time is nerve wracking. though luckily satoru understands your situation all too well.

wc. around 870

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, teeny tiny bit suggestive implications. reader is implied to be a virgin + has no experience dating. satoru being a gentleman hehe. nicknames used ‘sugar, sweetheart’. not beta read.

“are you sure?” you ask your lover who’s making himself comfortable on the couch. satoru sits down and gives you a reassuring smile. he adjusts the blue blanket he’s covering himself with before responding.

“mhm. a hundred percent,” he nods and reaches for your hand. his thumb brushes over your knuckles in a soothing manner. his blue eyes glow with the purest form of love—pure unadulterated love for you.

it’s your first time staying over at your boyfriend’s. it’s nerve wracking for some reason. maybe because you have all kinds of ideas running through your head about how your night could possibly go.

the thought about possible intimacy is scary, because you’re not sure if you’re actually prepared. you had set your mind to it on your way to his house; you will be ready if satoru asks to take things further. for his sake. .

but, when the time had come, nothing happened. you expected at least something to happen. he’s kissed you as per usual, however more than that has not occurred. perhaps it’s your own fault for trying to predict what will happen.

though how can you not? you assumed that if a boyfriend and girlfriend spend the night together, they’ll surely do something more. at least you think that’s what happens most of the time. with other couples that is.

you should’ve known by now that satoru doesn’t compare to other men. especially not to the college boys your age—who only want to hit and move on. satoru is serious about your relationship. committed.

“what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, sugar?” satoru’s smooth voice interrupts your thoughts. you clear your throat and shake your head, dismissing your own tendencies to overthink every little thing.

his big hands cover both of yours completely. they’re warm. nice to hold. the older man lifts your hands up to his lips and kisses your palms. you sigh and finally relax after what feels like hours, “nothing, ‘toru.”

nothing, you say. little did you know that satoru has long noticed what’s wrong. you’re easy to read—your body language reveals every little thing you’re feeling.

you subconsciously had your fists clenched at your sides the second you stepped into his apartment. you’ve been avoiding eye contact more than usual and you keep nibbling on your bottom lip. those were all the signs he needed.

satoru knows you well enough to realise that you’re overly nervous. he understands why. it’s your first time staying overnight at a man’s house—your boyfriend’s house.

satoru’s sure you’re thinking that he’ll ask you to sleep with him. it’s obvious. each time he kisses you, you tense up. you normally get flustered, though today you’re more than just nervous.

he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable. he doesn’t want you to think that he’ll do anything you’re not ready for. the last thing satoru would do is take advantage of this precious moment. of his precious girl.

it’s also why he suggested to sleep on the couch. he figured that you’ll be less nervous if you have the bed to yourself. all he wants is for you to relax around him.

“may i?” satoru whispers. his warm breath caresses your hands and you instantly give your consent to whatever he wishes to do. the older man thanks you quietly before putting his forehead against yours.

you look into each other’s eyes and you’re once again stunned by the beauty of his blue orbs. satoru brushes his knuckles over your cheek, adoring just how adorable you look from up close, “it’s okay, yeah? i won’t ask you to do anything. i promise.”

you blink. it’s only then that the realisation dawns upon you. no wonder satoru has immediately noticed your nervous demeanour. he’s always so perceptive of how you feel. it’s quite heartwarming.

those comforting words are all you need. you smile brightly and hug satoru out of reflex. you hear a giggle escape his lips before he returns the gesture. his strong arms wrap around your form and he squeezes you to his chest.

“aww, there’s my baby,” satoru coos. he’s happy that he’s finally succeeded at calming you down. he’s also happy that he got your usual self back. he tenderly kisses the top of your head.

you lift your head up to get some air. satoru’s tight embrace and familiar scent nearly suffocated you—not that you would mind going out like that. you kiss his cheek, “thank you for being so. . err, patient and understanding.”

your boyfriend shakes his head with a soft smile playing across his lips. satoru leaves a trail of ticklish pecks down your face until he reaches your lips. after waiting for your usual sign - a faint nod - he captures them in a gentle kiss.

he pulls away after a few seconds, though stays close to your face. you’re filled with an incredible feeling of warmth because of satoru’s obvious adoration for you. pure content.

he lets out a breathy laugh at your cute, flustered expression. he pulls you in for a hug again and presses your head against his chest, “heh, no, i should thank you for trusting me. i love you s’much.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo x you #jjk x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #divider by @/cafekitsune

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nvirskies · 5 months

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it's getting hot in here - c. la rue

warnings: reader is like half-naked? just no shirt on is all but reader is wearing a sports bra, nothing sexual just like a tad suggestive?, clarisse is a gay mess, kinda ooc clarisse, i know next to nothing about blacksmithing please hang in there with me, fem reader, no use of y/n, self-conscious reader, not beta read

summary: clarisse goes to pick up a custom order dagger from the forge when she's met with an unexpected sight.

hephaestus!daughter!reader x clarisse la rue

word count: 1.3k

taglist: @lvrue @azrielsdiary @b0ok-lover @star-girl69 @petitegavotte

from this post !

a/n: tbh might make this a multi part thing, at least a second part. also, so sorry this took so long to finish- i got sidetracked with a couple other things irl. hope you enjoy! men, nsfw, non-sapphics, 16- / 19+ dni

It was no secret the kids of Cabin 9 ran a side business to make some extra cash. It was pretty lucrative, given that there would always be a line of demigods waiting to have their weapon(s) of choice customized. Custom engravings, patterns cast into handles, ergonomic handpiece add-ons, and so much more. Name it, and it would be done for the right price, forged with impeccable quality.

And that was how Clarisse La Rue found herself heading to the forge just east of the strawberry fields with a thin paper in one hand and a small bag of golden drachmas in the other. The edges of the slip were just barely singed, and the writing on it looked nearly incomprehensible to many eyes, scribbled notes of her order confirmation and gods only knew what else. It didn’t matter to her, she just needed it to get her dagger and go.

Crowds parted for her like the Red Sea, once-lively conversations coming to a grinding halt as she walked straight through crowds and groups with nothing more than a glare and a sharp look in any general direction.

In no time at all, the familiar sounds of machinery clanking, fire hissing and crackling, and hammers striking metal filled the air. It was the forge, the singular place where one could guarantee there would be at least one child of Hephaestus in there at all hours of the day.

She pushed open the heavy metal door, swinging it wide open soundlessly despite its obvious weight. And what a sight she was greeted with. You were there alone, hunched over a piece of blisteringly hot metal, pounding away at it with a hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

Something about you entranced her.

She didn’t know if it was the way your hair was pulled into a low ponytail, some loose strands clinging to the sides of your face, the way you subconsciously bit your lip as you focused completely on the red-hot metal in front of you. Or perhaps, it was the way your muscles rippled in the dim firelight as you struck the metal again and again, a thin sheen of sweat covering the exposed portions of your skin from both the heat and the exertion.

Maybe it was a combination or something else entirely.

As she gazed at you, a light blush dusted her cheeks as she came to the realization that you weren’t wearing much while working. The heat of the forge had led you to forgo wearing a shirt entirely, said shirt reduced to a tiny, crumpled gray bundle of fabric in the corner of the room. You were left wearing a sports bra, dusted with ash and soot and a pair of baggy sweatpants resting just above your hips.

It wasn’t as if Clarisse had never seen people dressed in less before. Hell, she’d seen her own fair amount of skin for various reasons. But this time, it seemed different. The slip of paper and bag of coins in her hands were forgotten momentarily as she simply stared at you from the doorway.

The way the dim light of the roaring furnace illuminated you from behind gave you an almost ethereal glow, the edges of the flames flickering around your moving silhouette.

She could see the muscles in your arm and shoulder tensing and relaxing with every ever-so-precise swing of the hammer, and she found herself silently watching you work from the doorway.

Ultimately, it was the soft clinking coming from the bag of drachmas Clarisse held in her hand that drew your attention away from the project in front of you. Your head snapped up, tense and a tad startled from the sudden sound, having been so zoned into your work that you hadn’t noticed her presence.

The hammer in your hand dropped to the metal workbench with a loud clang, the sound reverberating throughout the forge, ripping Clarisse from the glossed-over, hazy look in her eyes as she watched you move just moments ago, having been completely and utterly under your spell.

“Shit-!” you exclaimed, jumping slightly and wincing at the harsh sound, eyes widening further as you’re greeted with the sight of a Clarisse who seemed far too casual compared to how she normally treated campers, especially given her outward distaste towards children of Hephaestus.

And all of a sudden, you’re all too aware of your lack of a shirt and your cheeks flare with an embarrassed bright red flush.

Flushed the same color as the heated metal in front of you, Clarisse noted absentmindedly. It wasn’t a look she didn’t like. But of course, she would never admit that. The big, bad Clarisse La Rue flustered over something as insignificant as muscles on a girl? Impossible.

Her attention is drawn back to you, observing as you scurry to the other side of the room to grab your stashed-away shirt, slipping the loose grey fabric over your body, any and all views of the muscles she had seen just moments prior completely disappearing in a matter of seconds.

After having taken a few calming breaths, you steeled yourself for a barrage of snarky remarks that you were sure would come spewing out of the Ares cabin counselor’s mouth like acid out of the myrmeke’s mouths, but they never came.

Instead, you’re greeted with the sight of a Clarisse who seemed to be a bit flustered? Her eyes didn’t meet yours for a moment before she straightened herself out. Before your very eyes, you watched her cool and collected facade slip over her like a mask, and that trademark smirk of hers tugged at the corners of her lips.

“I’m here to pick up an order, under my name,” she remarks, holding up the bag of drachmas and thin slip of paper in an outstretched hand. Her gaze seemed like it was scrutinizing everything about your appearance from the baggy grey shirt that hung loosely over your frame to the soot just barely smudged on your forehead. Whether it was a good or bad look you had no idea, subconsciously shrinking into the shadows of the dimly lit forge.

“Right, right, La Rue…” you trail off nervously, scanning the room for the rack that held completed orders and leafing through the tags attached to each object. “La Rue, La Rue, La Rue, where is it-?” you muse to yourself, repeating her last name in a hushed tone until the sight of it comes into view. The dagger she had ordered was at the edge of the table, with the request for a heavyweight handle and an etching of her initials into the butt of it.

Normally, Clarisse would have found your behavior annoying if it were coming from anyone else, but oddly enough, she quite liked the way her last name rolled off your tongue. It felt almost natural, too natural. Quickly, she brushed away the lingering thoughts about how you had looked almost god-like with the flame from the roaring furnace glowing behind you, the thoughts of what your skin would feel like under her hands.

After a beat of silence, you grabbed said dagger, placed a little ball of clay over its razor-sharp tip, and slipped it into a small drawstring bag, pulling it closed.

“That’ll be five golden drachmas, La Rue, or fifteen silver ones. Whatever works for you” you say as you hand her the bag, other hand outstretched for the paper she held and to take the coins. She dropped the five golden coins in your palm and grabbed the bag to turn on her heel and walk out without another word.

Or so you thought.

“Thanks for the weapon. I’ll see you around, pretty girl.”

#🖋️ nvir writes #clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x fem reader #clarisse la rue x you #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue pjo #clarisse pjo #cabin 9 #daughter of hephaestus #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv

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inbarfink · 8 months

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Part of Fionna’s frustrations with Mundanewold were subconscious longings for her old life of magical adventure, but a lot of her problems tied more into deeply-rooted issues of monotony and a feeling like she can't do anything to change her lot in life and like her actions don’t matter.

And it does seem like Fionna and Friends’ lives have been kinda Stuck in a Rut - especially when you compare the way their lives parallel and diverge from their Mainworld counterparts. Most of the differences are... rather than just different choices diverging into different arcs - it’s the same arc, but the Fionnaworld characters are just stuck behind.

Fionna is still reeling from the breakup with DJ Flame and only met Hunter at the very day our story starts. Marshall Lee has more Unresolved Issues with his mom compared to Marceline and her dad. He and Gumball haven’t even met yet. Not to mention the Mundaneworld-specific problems like Fionna being unable to hold a steady job or Gary eternally spinning his wheels about opening his own bakery.

Fionna thought she wanted a world of magic, but while the added bits of strangeness and whimsy to Fionnaworld by the end of the show are certainly a cool fun bonus (and Cake is surely thankful to have the ability to freely think and speak her mind and stretch) - what Fionna and friends were really missing was a world where their actions matter, where things change, where they are real.

And especially important for Fionna and Cake to admit it, because handling the fact their actions have consequences has been a huge part of both of their character arcs. For Cake it was all about getting used to the fact that her newfound human-like sapience means being measured against human-like morality. For Fionna it's about not comparing everything in her life to video games and thinking through her actions at least a little bit.

Consequences are the thing Fionna and Cake struggled with the most, but it was what they were missing all along.

Now this seems to be, like, an actual metaphysical thing. I mean, the show hasn’t gone super into detail of how Fionnaworld worked but it does seem like Prismo’s stories had an active role in moving the events of the World forwards, possibly using the same event-manipulating-Magic that make sure his Wishes have that Obligatory Ironic Twists?

And once Ice King turned back to Simon, Prismo lost all ability to observe or create stories for Fionnaworld. And what happens to characters of a story once the writer can’t access their external hard-drive anymore? They just sorta get stuck. Moving their own lives forwards without Prismo’s stories is just a lot harder.

And if there is some sort of force in control behind the scenes of Fionnaworld at the start of the series, it’s only Simon’s subconscious - a fact F&C alludes to numerous times

And at the start of the show, how was Simon’s feeling about his own life?

In addition to Simon’s longing and memories for the pre-War world shaping the exact form of Fionna’s nonmagical world, perhaps his feelings of ennui and depression and helplessness have also subtly ‘infected’ this world?

It is perhaps not a coincidence that Marshall Lee and Gary Prince’s storyline only starts moving forwards after Simon embarks on the adventure and starts climbing out of his mental rock bottom. When things seem to move forwards for him as well.

As such, ‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld solves more of Fionna’s problems much more than simply making it as magical as Ooo but keeping it as a tiny hidden bubble in someone's dome. It ensures the World’s inhabitants’ free will and agency and ability to enact change on the status quo with no need for Prismo’s stories or being dependent on the still-kinda-shaky mental health of Simon Petrikov. Thus giving them a world where everything matters and things can always change.

But also there's a psychological element for the Fionnaworld protagonists. You know, the reason why Fionna is stuck in her rut is because she’s too impulsive and careless. Gary is too perfectionist. Marshall never had someone who would stand up to him against his mom.

Fionna’s whole arc in the show is about learning to be more thoughtful and careful and considerate through her Multiverse Adventure. While Gary and Marshall Lee find release from the thing holding them back within Fionnaworld, with each other.

‘Canonizing’ Fionnaworld is like... half actively altering their world into a ‘real’ one where change is possible, or at least easier - and half about an affirmation that their world was always real because change is about them outgrowing their personal issues (and also, y’know, about protecting their universe from the spiteful Beetle Cop).

And with how Fionna used to feel ‘trapped’ in the City, with nowhere to go and nothing to do - there is another change in Fionnaworld as a result of ‘canonization’ that feels very notable.

I’m not entirely sure, but from Scarab's dialogue it seems likely that becoming a ‘real’ authorized universe just kinda manifested a whole planet and universe beyond the borders of the small existing Fionnaworld. Although I guess it's also possible that the process of repairing the existing city they found a way to expand it gradually - maybe it doesn’t matter as much as the fact that either way, Fionna’s horizons have been literally expanded.

So you know, if she ever gets that thirst for adventure again... she actually has a Whole New World to travel and explore, it might not have (a lot of) magic but... she already heard Simon's stories of his adventures in a similar low-Magic world. It's a totally viable outlet for her.

What Fionna really needed to find the joy in her life is to be Real - to know that her actions have consequences for ill and for good. Because sometimes an adventure looks like saving a Prince of candy from an evil Ice Witch, or going on a multiverse journey to uncover a cursed Magic Crown… but it can also look like backpacking through Europe or campaigning against your evil landlady.

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semisolidmind · 6 months

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(perhaps there's a certain sign, like a flash of light or the chime of a bell, that signifies readers' appearance in the monkey's world.)

and perhaps, it's been years, decades for the now-immortal monkeys, since they've seen their dear friend; that strange little human girl who would appear on their island home and dissapear with no explanation.

perhaps, they've pushed all thoughts of her to the backs of their minds as they've grown older and more powerful. there's more important things to attend to, such as the successful raiding of a human settlement. the victorious shouts of their demon soldiers. the valuable assets they've gained from the looting. and taking those treasures home to their people on flower fruit mountain. the scent of blood and smoke fills the air, incense of the destruction left in the monkey warlords' wake.

the monkey king is an expert at rallying the bloodied demonic troops, and he would be remiss to not thank them for their service and allow them their cut of the spoils. macaque, on the other hand, is less verbose, preferring to stand in his brother's shadow and quietly take in their victory.

his superior hearing catches everything, and he senses a change in the air.

something's coming.

but he's not sure what, and he struggles to focus over the cacophony of the war party.

macaque steps away, following a growing feeling of...something, pulling him towards the unscorched treeline beyond the village's remains.

he silences his steps, following the feeling a ways into the woods. fruit trees grow wild around here, he offhandedly notes.

the light chime of a bell, and a quick flash of golden light, a short ways ahead of him. the sound of something hitting the forest floor...and a quiet, pained groan.

macaque steps forward into the clearing.

there's a human woman, lying on her side in the leaves beneath a peach tree. she holds her head as if it's hurting her.

she seems strangely...familiar.

the shadowy simian steps silently closer, curious.

he watches as she pushes herself up, one hand still pressed to the back of her head. he steps closer still, crouching on one knee next to her. she opens her eyes. he sees and feels her entire being freeze in fear. the naturally sadistic part of him takes pleasure in it.

wide doe-eyes, filling with scared, confused tears, meet slowly widening, poisonous violet hues. recognition flashes there.

"You." he breathes.

he knows those eyes, he'd know them anywhere.

she'd called his eyes pretty, once. he'd always thought the same of hers, though his child self was too shy to say so.

he belatedly realizes what a sight he must be; armored, fresh from battle, carrying his staff (he shadows it away when her eyes dart to it). he's covered in blood, and the smell of death and ash clings to him.

and for all his acquired charm, and despite his silver tongue...macaque can think of nothing else to say. his dear reader sits before him, in the flesh. she's beautiful...though clearly terrified and failing to hold in her tears.

it's unfortunate that all his years practicing death and destruction have dulled his ability to comfort. so he just...stares, taking her in. he can't stop himself from smiling just a tiny bit. it seems she's turned him shy again.

his ears twitch, and he hears wukong coming towards them; no doubt curious as to what has captured his brother's attention.

macaque finds himself oddly excited for his brother to see who's just been dropped back into their lives.

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reader's breath comes quick and panicked. she doesn't know where she is. but there's a monster, a demon, so very close to her. she recognizes him, in some obscure part of her subconscious, as a grown, terrifying version of one of the little monkeys from her childhood daydreams.

the shy, dark-furred one with too many ears, she recalls blearily. there's little left of that boy in the warrior next to her. the red of his mask-like markings and the two crimson lines trailing from his mouth to just under his jaw are new, unsettling additions to his visage.

reality hits reader in waves. she can't move, she can't think, not moments ago she was in her home getting ready for bed like any normal evening and now—!

she has no idea where she is.

it doesn't seem like the island paradise from her memories, and everything around her feels too real, too solid and tactile for it to be a dream. the grass and leaves shift and rustle, the wind whispers, she smells...peaches? nearby, along with smoke and the unsettling metal tang of the blood clinging to her shadowy visitor. there's the sound of many distant voices, yelling and shouting with raucous joy, somewhere ahead of her. the light of a large fire cuts through the trees, red and yellow hues illuminating the leaves and blocking out the sparse stars of twilight.

it sounds like an army. and it looks like the end of a successful raid.

it doesn't take much to deduce that that's likely where her current...visitor, came from. by the looks of him, he might even be one of the leaders. his armour isn't flashy; a wickedly sharp-looking shoulder paldron half covered by a deep red scarf and cape, simple black and gold coverings beneath with small red accents to match. it all appears very...antiquated, but reader can't bring herself to focus on what region he's supposed to be from.

not as her panic continues to rise.

reader doesn't—she can't—she can't handle this. it can't be real. she made them up, made up their world and all its magic; everyone always said so! there's no way she's actually there, and there's no way the monster beside her actually exists.

but the feeling of his tail, black and sinuous, curling around her ankle, tears a sob from her throat. it just...feels too substantial, and she can't keep herself in denial. the responding low rumble from the monkey beside her (like he's trying to comfort her, as ridiculous as it sounds) causes another cascade of tears.

reader jolts when she feels the demon's tail tighten slightly (it's a weirdly familiar gesture). she sees his ears twitch, and his eyes dart to the woods he came from.

someone's coming towards them.

reader is unprepared for the being that emerges from the trees.

he's clad in golden armor, its shine dulled by the blood streaked across it, and a tattered cape of the same crimson hue flutters behind him. the soot-stained feathers of his crown flow in his wake. he has a mask now too, the fang-like points on his cheeks decending into the fur framing his face, reminiscent of tears. a single, thick scarlet line spills from his bottom lip and dissapears under his chin. his red and gold eyes glow in the forest gloom, reminiscent of hellfire.

his fur is a horribly familiar shade of rusty orange.

reader feels like she's going to faint.

—

wukong wasn't sure why macaque had gone into the woods. after directing his soldiers to gather up any valuables they could find and start burning or cooking bodies, he decided he'd follow his brother and find out.

past the trees, he called out into the clearing. he sees his brother kneeling next to someone.

"Hey, Mac! Did'ya find a survivor or—"

he stills. not even his tail twitches.

there's no way.

he knows this human. would know her if he were blind, deaf, and in darkness. his best friend. the only one who ever really believed in him when he claimed he'd be the strongest one day.

reader.

it's unsettling to see such a boyish look of surprised joy slowly cross a face as fierce as the monkey king's, especially when it's still spattered in gore.

"It's you," he breathes, voice far too gentle for his visceral appearance. he steps quickly closer and joins his brother in a crouch on reader's opposite side, armor clanking on his way down.

she flinches away, and he moves a bit slower. wukong reaches a hand out to her face, curling his claws into his palm to brush his knuckles across her tear-stained cheek. the motion is tender, disbelieving. one ill-suited for a hand that causes mostly pain and death.

he unconsciously follows when she tries to move away; though macaque's tail, still clasped around her ankle, prevents her escape. the shadow general is still gazing at his quarry with soft eyes.

the monkey king smiles, baring fangs. "I thought we'd never see you again," he says wondrously. wukong catalogs every feature; soft hair, longer than when he last ran his claws through it, eyes still as pretty as ever, despite being wide with terror. she's changed, same as him.

he turns to his brother, still gently stroking reader's face.

"This day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?" wukong laughs. the sound feels wrong; too light-hearted to have come from a monster like him. macaque doesn't answer, but the small quirk of his lips is an agreement.

"There's so much we have to tell you, show you! The mountain is much more than it was, the monkey yao are prosperous and thriving, we've planted new orchards, the palace—we have a palace!—behind the waterfall is full of treasures; so much has changed! You've come back at the perfect time, you're going to love it there!" wukong rambles, his bright and excited tone clashing horribly with the coppery gore oxidating on his person.

"I'll take you there," macaque murmurs to reader, now covering her trembling hand with his.

"What?" wukong squawks. "No, I'm taking her! You've already got a head start, since you found her! You've been here for like, an hour already!"

"It's been barely ten minutes. And it's not like she's been very talkative, given the circumstances."

macaque looks to reader. her scared gaze is locked on his stupid, stupid older brother who can't seem to handle anything delicately—

"Besides, does she look up to traveling by cloud?" macaque gestures at a shaky and silently crying reader. she looks like she'd run if she thought she had a chance.

wukong would never say it, but his little brother has a point. poor reader is shaking like a leaf in a thunderstorm. it's then that wukong finds some self awareness; he looks terrifying, which under any normal circumstances, he'd have no problem with. except...

reader has always been soft. she never liked when either of the brothers felt the need to hunt, never liked the sight of blood when they'd proudly show off some small animal they killed.

well. she doesn't need to know just how much blood they've stained their hands with since they last saw her.

"You should go finish up with the soldiers. I'll take her home and get her set up in the palace. She likely needs food, and a bath. Her clothes are...strange, and nowhere near warm enough. I'll be faster by shadow, anyway." macaque grouses.

he reaches under reader, gathering her in his arms as quickly and gently as he can. she shrieks, pushing against him as he stands. her breathing picks up as she struggles, tears falling harder and faster. the dark-furred demon isn't deterred, holding her closer. the difference in power is clear. there's nothing she can do to make him let go.

wukong stands as well, hands curling into fists. he wants to hold reader, too.

"Go. Do your job, your majesty," macaque drawls sarcastically. "We'll see you at home later."

the shadow general summons a portal, stepping into it. it melts closed behind him and his unwilling passenger, leaving no trace that either of them were ever there.

wukong pouts. he turns back towards the charred remains of his latest conquest and his awaiting army.

he hates it when mac is right.

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#bad end wukong #twice as bad au

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maplemind · 7 months

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Does anyone else think that Arthur would be at least sensitive to magic, if not actually have a tiny bit of magic himself?

I mean he was born of magic, it would make sense that something would have made its way into his DNA.

But it’s clear that he doesn’t know it on a conscious level, that he’s completely unaware (or perhaps wilfully ignorant).

I mean, we’re always being told how he’s Camelot’s greatest warrior, how he’s a genius at tactical planning and managing his knights… what if that’s the magic part?

Maybe he had “dreams” that showed him battle plans? Maybe he just knew the right things to do, and who to put where, and how things should be done?

Maybe he saw things no-one else could, or at least saw things in a different way. Maybe he was a little bit omnipresent, or could do some mild divination without realising it, or just had a feeling about certain future events that was always right.

Maybe he was connected to those around him, to people he loves, and to his knights in a different way. Maybe he could always sense them, or always knew where they were, or could somehow see them even though they were an impossible distance away. I mean, he always sensed when something was wrong with Merlin. Always. Even if he didn’t fully comprehend what kind of “something wrong” it was.

What if that’s why he never got suspicious of Merlin, no matter how many times it was obvious there was something a bit different about Merlin or something not quite explainable about a situation? Because the magic in him recognised the magic in Merlin and didn’t find it at all threatening - in fact, it found a kindred spirit.

Maybe that’s why Arthur got so strange when he eventually found out about Merlin’s magic - some subconscious part of him always knew and was sad that it could have had a companion, a sidekick, all this time? (That and the frustration that “we could have done it together”).

And, you know, it’s not really totally human and non-magic to be “The Once and Future King Who Will Rise From the Dead”, is it???

But also, what if some part of Merlin / Merlin's magic knew. What if that's part of why Merlin is so attracted, so attached, so connected to Arthur, even just at a subconscious level?

Imagine if all this had been played out in the series. Imagine if we’d found out Arthur has magic.

Well. I’m rewatching the series right now, and I can’t un-see it, so it’s canon in my head now.

#Merlin #bbc merlin #merlin bbc #bbc merthur #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merlin and arthur #merthur #bradley james #colin morgan

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kinda scared to ask this but have you done a kenma x reader panic attack drabble cause i think itd be super cute but if youve already done this then im so sorry for asking T-T

thanks a bunch <33

that is such a sweet request! not sure which one of them you wanted to experience a panic attack, but I decided to have Kenma calm the reader down. also, this might be a bit longer than a drabble, hope that’s still okay<3

How to care for you

word count; 1310 – gn!reader

You hadn’t had any major panic attacks since you were younger. Sure, you struggled with anxiety, but it became less prominent after you found Kenma. He was quite straightforward and dedicated to helping you with anything you might need, and you communicated well even though he was never a big talker. So you frowned while putting away the dishes, wondering why you felt nauseous and couldn’t focus on only one problem at a time. Why did it suddenly feel like double as many problems? You moved to the fridge, looking for the bottle of water you kept in there to keep it super cold when you realised what this was, the reason you were suddenly so scared. A panic attack.

You had problems at work lately, feeling like every coworker used you to make themselves look better, which led to you making mistakes anyway. Then yesterday, you started hearing comments that suggested you probably didn’t care about your job now that you had such a rich and influential husband.

Lately, you also had your suspicions about your friends not inviting you to things anymore, probably because of jealousy, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because you weren’t enough. Your pulse started racing, hands sweating, and you slammed the door to the fridge shut, lips parted wide as your lungs desperately tried to catch on to as much air as they could, hungrily taking in more than they could handle at a time.

You didn’t get far before you sat down on the cold floor, back leaned on the front of a kitchen counter. You’re not crying, but your shoulders still shake with pitiful sobs. How stupid of you to get a panic attack again over a problem you made yourself, you think. Did you not appreciate your job? Maybe you had subconsciously started slacking off, and maybe you were rubbing your happiness too harshly into your friends’ faces. There were so many negative thoughts taking over. The only thought that rang a little louder than the others and finally slipped past your lips was a tiny whisper of Kozu, please.

Kenma had his headphones on, testing out a new game on livestream without any hitches, when he could swear he felt like some sound managed to sneak past his soundproof headphones. Or perhaps it was the slightest shaking of his desk that he still hadn’t tightened the screws of even though he kept saying he probably should. Or perhaps it was simply his husband's instinct kicking in, knowing you should still be home after you two had dinner together earlier and you told him you wanted to get some stuff done and didn’t feel like going out with your friends.

No matter how he knew, he only spent a few minutes mulling it over in his mind while chewing on the corner of his lip before excusing himself and pausing the livestream, finally taking the headphones off and getting up. Because he wasn’t a big yeller, he just made his way through your fancy house a bit quicker than usual while his catlike eyes scanned through every room. Until he got closer to the kitchen and could finally hear heaving sobs that made him kick into a small run, bare feet on the cold floor making small pat pat sounds that you couldn’t hear over your raging fears pounding the inside of your head.

Your body jolted slightly when Kozume put his hand on your shoulder and you looked up at him with teary eyes. Your legs were pushed towards your chest, not helping your airflow, so Kozume put his other hand on your closest thigh, smoothing his touch over it to make you stretch it out. “You need to breathe,” he said, a simple instruction that at least made you respond.

“Help me?”

Kozume gulped. In all honesty, he wasn’t confident about how to help you. What if you didn’t respond to what calmed him down? You had been there for him through a couple of panic attacks before, and it had taken a couple of tries before you learnt that soft songs under your breath while holding him not too tightly were just the way to ease him into less deprecating thoughts and fight off the fear.

“Maybe we should move-”

“No,” you said shakily. He knew he was not strong enough to lift you off the floor, so he just nodded and racked his brain for something else. There had to be some strategy here…

“Try to think of something nice, we’re going to that event next week in our cosplays!” he said, voice light as he tried his best to encourage you. You put your hands on your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’ll probably mess that up too, what if something goes wrong and I end up ruining your career!” you answered, the tears finally escaping while Kozume felt hopeless for a second. His heart ached from seeing you like this, he so desperately wanted to help you.

Finally, he had a thought. He shouldn’t be shy around you after all this time, but showing you love still made his ears red. So with burning ears, he sat close beside you and tucked his arms around you, leaning your legs over his lap and supporting your body on his while one hand ran up and down your back and the other massaged where he could reach on your legs to loosen up your muscles.

It was uncomfortable. The edge of the drawer behind him was slightly poking into his shoulder blade and his tailbone was not appreciating the hard floor, but that didn’t matter. Not when you tucked your head under his chin, ear resting on his chest where you could hear his heartbeat. He held you tightly, vocalising every breath he took so that you might find it easier to follow. Then, with that soft voice of his, he said “You’re at home with me. It’s safe, you don’t have to be afraid.”

As the fearful feeling finally started dissipating, you were left with an ache from the strain you put on your muscles, which finally made you slump all the way into your husband’s body. “I did want to go out with friends today, they just didn’t invite me. I’ve been so busy with work but it feels like I’m doing everything wrong there too. My life is falling apart and it’s all my fault.”

He let you ramble because he could feel that your body was more relaxed now, so he just hummed to confirm he was listening. He considered how to answer you, thinking that you probably didn’t need to hear that he could provide for both of you and you didn’t need a job. “Tomorrow, we can look at all the job-related things together and try to strategise. Maybe some knots just need to be loosened up for you to feel more in control,” he suggested, and you nodded from your awkward angle.

“Thank you.” You breathed in and out but it was still shaky.

“Mhm. And I’m sure you know, but your friends kinda suck.” That even made you laugh a little, and Kozume put on a small smile. “I could ask for a double date with the Kuroos again? I want to help you if I can, but I don’t want to intrude.”

“The Kuroo’s are so nice,” you whispered back, making him take a mental note to send his best friend a message later.

You two slowly got up off the floor and he asked you to draw a bath while he ended the livestream with a quick apology and promise of a giveaway at the end of the week. He had to join his partner for some much-needed self-care.

Nothing was more important to him than learning how to take care of you.

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#haikyu x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #hq x reader #fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyu fluff #haikyuu x you #ask-mp4 #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma #hq kenma #kenma kozume #kenma fluff

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genshin-impact-unofficial · 6 months

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Naughty Little Secret Pt.2

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham (Aka blue eyed boy edition)

(PART 1) Ft. Diluc, Cyno, and Thoma (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, TW!Blood (Albedo) but it’s very mild, LOTS OF TEASING Notes: I swear my first time writing a character always turns out so long. I so appreciate everyone cheering me on tho! Feel free to send suggestions to my inbox! 💘(Repost!)

Childe

Spicy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. After a rough week at work, you deserved to sit back at Yanshang Teahouse and let the flow of words on the pages guide your imagination. You held your newest purchase in your hand and pondered if the cover art was a coincidence. Perhaps deep down, you subconsciously picked the book with a pretty ginger boy on the cover.

Tartagalia hadn’t visited Liyue in a while... and maybe there was a part of you that missed the tall handsome Snezhnayan boy just a tiny bit. You were a tad totally heartbroken when your friend departed from the harbor. He would come by your work quite often just to chat and whenever he had time to kill. Eventually, his company and charming words just became a part of your routine. It was impossible not to be dazzled by the boy’s abundant attention. But as time passed and you felt confident that you were completely over your little crush. You shook your head of those thoughts, it wasn’t important why you chose the book you did. You were here to enjoy yourself and you were hell bound to do just that.

The orange haired protagonist finds himself swept up in trouble much bigger than himself. To protect what’s dearest to him, he becomes a spy to an organization he holds no loyalty to. While behind enemy lines, he meets a girl who sees right through the mask he puts on. She not only figures out he’s a spy, but also sees his bleeding heart that has the ability to turn for the better. Your heart ached for the boy. The way he was stuck between his duties and who he loved made you feel endless sympathy for the protag. He had to betray one in the end to accomplish the other.

His mission was going to be completed in the morning. After that, he would never see the girl again. The handsome ginger spilled his feeling, laying himself out bare to the girl he loved. She knows, she always did, and she wanted to show him now on their last night. Emotions flood forward as their bodies tangle with one another. He wants her to feel his earnest passion. He wants to bring her joy, to bring her the happiness she deserved, to bring her pleasure... A low familiar whistle pulled your mind from the scene. No way...

“Huh, so this is what you do while I’m away...” A cheeky voice teased. You whipped your head to look at the widest shit eating grin that you’ve ever seen since.... well since he left.

“Tartagalia? What- When did you?” You were reeling and sputtered in surprise and embarrassment. You attempted redirect his attention and tuck the novel behind you as a last ditch effort to save your pride. But alas, Ajax was not known to be a merciful guy.

“Ah ah ah Y/N, I hadn’t got a good look at that last page. I just have to know about those ‘rippling abs’ mentioned.” Childe playfully reached behind you and snagged the book from your grip. You tried to swipe it back but his reflexes were too fast. “You don’t mind sharing right?”

“I’m serious give it back Childe!” You threatened, but it only spurred him further. He had a whole head up on you, and was talking full advantage of it. Childe held the book open above you and dramatically cleared his throat before reciting naughty lines from the passages. Your felt your face burn red in both embarrassment and now absolute fury.

This kid was so dead!

Albedo

There was urgency in your steps while you trekked through the snowy path. You visited Dragonspine enough times to know the beaten trail even when covered in fresh snow, but it was still your least favorite part of coming to the lab. If you had to list your favorite part, well...... your friend Albedo wasn’t exactly terrible to look at. You were glad to see him again so soon. Typically, you purposely spaced out your visits up the mountain, but when you received a letter asking for your assistance in a research matter you really couldn’t say no.

As junior librarian of the knights, you were tasked with dropping off books and other study material to Albedo’s lab. It’s a grueling task but the two of you got along very well so you were always happy to do it. That being said, you weren’t exactly a person of science and opted reading into history and arts most times. Through years of knowing Albedo, you had to set a clear cut boundary on being a test rat for the alchemist. So far he has respected your wishes, so you didn’t assume it was why he’d call you out here. The curiosity was almost as bad as the blistering cold hitting your nose. As soon as the light illuminating from the lab was in view, you rushed forward desperate for warmth.

“Y/N, I’ve been awaiting you.” Albedo greeted you kindly.

“Hey Albe-” The words died in your throat when you caught sight of your friend. The blond’s hair was free from its usual up-do, messy locks framed the boys handsome features and flowed over his shoulders. Albedo’s neat attire was now lax, his knightly accessories nowhere to be seen. What could be seen was the expanse of the alchemist’s collarbone since two additional buttons were undone on his dress shirt. Somehow even while fully clothed, it felt indecent to witness him like this. “Is... everything alright Albedo?” You asked, averting your eyes to keep from ogling your friend.

“Of course.” Albedo answered easily, his voice was low and sultry. “Please take a seat Y/N. I have something urgent that needs your eyes.” He directed you, cocking his head towards the small table. Your brain was short circuiting and all you could think to do was obediently sit. You had never seen the serious and calculated man like this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Albedo served you a cup of hot tea and opted to lean against the table instead of sitting.

“So... um what did you need me to look at.” You asked awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself.

“Well obviously I want you to look at me Y/N” A light smirk formed across Albedo’s lips and he smoothly leaned over your chair. Your eyes followed every single movement while your face quickly began to heat up. Where was all of this coming from? Should you be concerned?

“W- what do you mean by that?” You blurted out, mind racing a mile a minute.

“I want you to-” Everything came to a screeching halt when your chair, that Albedo had been leaning on, began to tilt backwards. Both you and blond were sent crashing to the ground, ruining any kind of mood that was building. Your head ached from where you bumped it but Albedo intentionally took the brunt of it, completely face-planting into the hard floor.

“Albedo are you alright??” You hovered over him. The boy simply turned to you and blinked. His stoic expression was more akin to what you typically were used to.

“I apologize Y/N. It seems I didn’t fully grasp the concepts in the experiment before executing it. Are you hurt?” He stood up and carefully helped you to your feet. He examined you for any signs of injury, regardless of his obviously bleeding nose.

“Im good, the chair broke most of my fall. You on the other hand...” You grabbed a handkerchief and try to assist him. “Wait... experiment? Is that what this is all about?” You accused, slightly irked.

“Yes, I saw a fascinating book among the study material you left behind recently. I assumed that it was a new subject you had recommended for me.” Albedo stated simply. “Its contents was um... quite intimate at times, but I thought it was a interesting perspective on forming human connections.” You felt froze, but this time not from the blistering cold.

“Did the book have um.... did it have a pair of cuffs on the front?” You asked, praying to the archons that you were mistaken.

“Yes, I studied it extensively.” Albedo replied without a hint of shame on his features. You replayed his interactions and what had just transpired in your head and looked back over to your friend.

“Okay two things. One, don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone about that book or else I’ll be very upset with you. And two, that was fucking hilarious.” You bursted out in laughter at the absurdity of the whole happenstance. Albedo gazed back at you confused, but your amusement was undeniably infectious. He smiled fondly back at you. Although the experiment couldn’t be labeled a success, the outcome was still one he found pleasing.

Alhaitham

It was grueling working in the Akademiya recently. The overthrow of power left everyone with plenty to do. You would go mad from attending meeting after meeting if you didn’t have some sort of stress outlet. Writing was a way you liked to ease your mind, like an escape of sorts. You loved writing loose plots for light novels and dreamed to one day send an entry to the “Wow This Novel is Amazing!” contest in Inazuma. You were far from a finished manuscript, but it’s days like these that gave you inspiration. After working through piles of paperwork, you earned yourself a moment of indulgence. Especially when stress was eating you alive, your scenes tended to take a turn for the... suggestive.

The scene opened to the main character pondering why their mentor kept themselves at arms length. She respected him immensely and strives to uphold his reputation by improving her skill. He was young and handsome, skilled far beyond his years. They held a close bond, closer than either of them have ever experienced. Now it was unclear why he was giving her such a cold shoulder. She confronts her mentor about the reasons behind his actions. He expresses his pride in her, how she has come far in the their time together. But for her to achieve new highs, she must leave him behind. His feelings for her would only be a hindrance now.

She felt the tension between them for some time now. It was lingered in soft bushes between fingers, meaningful glances over meals, and caring gestures done without thinking. She’s fallen for the beautiful man, to a point that it wasn’t logical. No words need to be exchanged, only body heat. Arms hold onto the other in yearning desperation. Lips hungrily meet, as if they’ll never to be sated. Her want clouds all her senses and she could feel his willingness to give her everything, all of him. Hot needy breaths trail down her body, discarding any clothes that stood barrier, until he finally put his mouth directly on-

“Busy Y/N?” The amused man asked from the doorway. You jump in response, quickly pushing aside the parchment that you were writing on.

“Alhaitham! What are you doing here?” You pipe up, surprised to see your friend for more than one reason. Alhaitham had been promoted to acting grand sage while the rest was still settling, he had to be incredibly busy.

“I see you’re not very excited to see me,” Alhaitham teased, strolling casually into your office anyway. “Even after I went through the trouble of coming to grab the data reports myself and pay you a visit.” He tsked.

“You came to see me? Ah, so you need a favor.” You playfully jabbed back, easily finding comfort in the other’s company. It really had been quite a while. If it weren’t for the man’s inflated ego, you might have told him that you’ve missed him.

“You wound me. It’s not an oddity for colleagues reconnect reminisce while also carrying out an errand for the acting great sage.” Alhaitham replied smoothly, not bothering to go through the motions and pretend to act hurt.

“Yikes, already pulling the ‘acting great sage’ card.” You chuckle. Alhaitham and you have worked closely together for years, so you didn’t mind going out of your way to do him a favor. But maybe one day he would learn that all he had to do was ask nicely.

“It would be foolish to not use the assets as they are presented to me.” The former scribe shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to continue the witty banter, but a beep from on his person alerted him of something. “I’ll have to brief you later. I’ll just take the data reports and be on my way.”

“Right, here it goes.” You handed him the prepared stack of papers on your desk and just like that Alhaitham was gone, off to his next endeavor. Wow he really is swamped now a days. You thought, ready to get back into your writing. Ideas kept flowing through you as you looked for the parchment you just had.... Wait it was just right here. Oh no.

“ALHAITHAM! I NEED THE DATA REPOR-” You barged into acting grand sage’s office, which was no easy feat. You were stopped again and again by all the matra crawling about. Your mouth ran dry when spotted the parchment in the smirking man’s hands. You wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to look at that cocky handsome face.

“The data report? Certainly, it’s right over there on the desk.” Alhaitham stated, not bothering to take his eyes off your handwriting. “I’m still going over some of it now and I have to say, it’s quite in depth.” He went on.

“You are such a jerk! Give it!” You resorted to trying to snatch it, but the former scribe easily turned away without sparing you even a single glance. You knew what he wanted and damn did it feel like making a deal with the devil. “I’ll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Just hand it over and keep your mouth shut.”

“Two favors.” He bargained without batting an eye.

“You’re pushing it-”

“One is for my silence and the other for the safe return of your... passion project.” Alhaitham interjected, finally tearing his eyes from your writing to shoot you a glance above the paper. You willed a stern expression onto your face, even while a furious blush bloomed cross your cheeks. A curt nod sealed the agreement and the man casually returned the parchment to you as promised. You snatched the paper from him and averted your gaze.

“Y/N you have quite the knack for imagery.” Alhaitham added slyly. You expected he would tease you a little longer, so you braced yourself for the worst. What you did’t expect was the tall man to lean over you with his hand braced on the desk. Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “If you’re ever in need for another peer review, I’d be happy to offer my services.” He winked.

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thedevilsoftruth · 10 months

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Just Go to Bed ~ Loki x fem!reader

Warning: smut, smut, smut, SMUT!!! barely any plot, dirty humor, sex thoughts, a reallyyy sweet dom Loki, masturbation (m),unprotected sex, fluffy after care mentioned, Minors dni!!!

Summary: Loki is your husband and comes back home super late after doing missions. Wanting to surprise you when you wake up with him lying right next to you, it seems like you’re going to get that surprise a bit earlier… and a bit different than he had expected.

Notes: I wasn’t expecting my first post to get the attention it got, so I’m back again cooking up more Loki smut where he is once again your husband because I just want to write happy scenarios. This one is realllyyy short, so if you have like 10 minutes to kill, this is a good one to read. Enjoy!!!!

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Loki had a problem. He had come home really late from doing doing missions again and he wanted to surprise you. You were sound asleep in your shared bed, which was perfect for his plan because now you could wake up to your beloved husband right beside you. His night was going just like he wanted. He could crawl in bed with you and finally get his so badly needed rest… if only you weren’t keeping him up. You were talking in your sleep all night— well, more like moaning and saying his name in that adorable little voice of yours he loved so dear. And because of that he had something worse to deal with; a rock hard cock.

Oh god, what was he going to do now? He could go into the bathroom and jerk himself off— but what if you woke up? er, id be an extra special surprise, right? no, he wasn’t going to wake his beloved wife up with jacking off. Perhaps maybe he could just go downstairs? No, that was just weird. He glanced at you, biting his lip and his hand palming his crotch. God, he was so pathetic. Getting hard off of his wife saying his name in her sleep? really who in their right mind would do that? Guilt was washing over him like a tsunami, it was overwhelming.

“ Loki.. mmm.. “ he heard your small voice mumble his name again as you grabbed the sheets with your tiny hands. God, he was the most pitiful husband of all time. But he so badly needed you at the moment, just to feel your hand running up and down his erect cock, to feel the tight walls of your cunt clench around him. He felt his dick twitch at the thought of being inside of you. God, he wanted nothing more than to fuck you senseless, but he was not going to wake you up just so he could bang you. It was selfish and unnecessary. He needed to man up and just ignore the party in his pants because what good husband would do such things?

He gave you a second glance. He was killing himself.

You moaned again and your cute face scrunched up as if you were in immense pleasure. Your hand unclenched the sheets and went to touch his chest subconsciously. Loki’s eyes became wide and he covered his hand with his mouth, he couldn’t even ignore his erection anymore.

“ oh fuck, “ he muttered under his breath, biting his lip and sliding his hands under his pants. who did he think he was? masturbating in front of his sleeping wife? god, he needed it so bad though. His hand rubbed around his pre-cum lubricated tip, accidentally letting out a small whimper at the contact. His slid his hand up and down his thick shaft, trying his best not to make any sounds as to not wake you up. He curled his fingers around his full length and quickly moved his hand up and down his wetness. Your arm jerked and his name left your lips again, which was just what he needed to hear. His hips bucked upwards and he used his thumb to rub around his tip before moving back down to pathetically stroke his shaft. He was too busy pleasing himself that he didnt even notice that your eyes were wide open.

“ Loki? what are you doing? “ his hand immediately snapped out of his pants and his gaze turned to yours. Your eyelids looked so heavy, you looked so precious as you were barely awake. “ I’m back, my love… and I have a uh— “ he bit his lip again as he glanced at his crotch and then back at you. He gave you a pleading smile and tilted his head to the side a bit. “ I have a slight problem. “ He whispered to you as you looked at him confused. now he had done it. he was a complete fool, an utter clown. He could just lie to you so he wouldn’t have to fuck you with feeling guilty, but he hated lying to you.

“ mm.. what is it? “ you asked, rubbing your head as you sat upright. Words couldn’t describe how bad Loki had felt in that moment.

“ I’m so sorry, my love. “ he spoke, crawling on top of you and giving your forehead a kiss. His hand ran through your hair and your brows furrowed. “ Loki, are you hard? “ you spoke bluntly, figuring him out immediately. Loki had made love to you millions of times before and so it wasn’t hard for you to know when he wanted to get in your pants anymore. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment because he knew you knew him so well. “ very. “ he spoke simply, giving you a pout and his hand moving down to rest on your waist. You giggled and laid back down, letting him take the covers off you and get in between your legs.

“ I missed you, love. “ you said, brushing your thumb on his cheek as he positioned himself nicely. He smiled at you softly. “ I missed you too, darling. “ he said, leaning down to kiss your soft lips.

“ once again, I’m sorry-“ you cut him off. “ Loki, just fuck me and get it over with. “ you said as your tangled your fingers in his dark curls. He nodded his head and smiled in embarrassment, magicking his way out of his clothes. His hands slipped underneath your silky nightgown and pulled your panties off your beautiful legs. Your body glowed in the moonlight, you looked absolutely stunning to him and it only made him crave you more. His twitching shaft slid into your tight entrance, making the both of you whimper as he worked slow thrusts into you gently.

“ what were you dreaming about? “ he asked with a wicked grin, leaning over to intertwine your fingers with his while his quickened his pace. “ this—ha- exact moment. “ you said in between moans as his hips rolled in a steady rhythm against you. You arched your back and bucked your hips forward as he pounded into you like the hopeless man he was. God, he could already feel his climax coming up. He couldn’t even last a second and that went to show how truly pathetic he was.

He flipped you over so that you were on top, letting you take control of your own pace. You rocked your hips against his, making yourself moan as you rode him slowly. Loki gripped onto your hips tightly, slightly guiding your rhythm. He hated admitting to it, but he did need so much more than just that at the moment. Your body was too tired for any of this at the moment. He groaned loudly and flipped you over on your back again. You tugged at his hair as he moved so fast against you that you felt like you were going to tap out.

Loki kissed your neck softly, sucking on your skin and making you moan even more and louder with the overwhelming pleasure surrounding you.

“ Loki, please- ah! d-don’t s-stop! “ you said breathlessly as your fingernails dig into his back. His lips continued to work at your neck, taking his right hand from yours to go to your clit. He massaged your wet nub of nerves as he continued to thrash himself into you. The smell of your sex filled the air, the sounds of him penetrating you reverberating through the room. You could swear you had never seen Loki this horny in your life, the way he could repeatedly slam into like that for so long was truly amazing to you. Every thrust sent you over the edge, making you grip onto anything for dear life as he worked you into a frenzy.

“ come with me, dearest. “ Loki said, feeling a burning sensation deep inside himself that he so badly needed to release. His fingers danced around your clit, rubbing fast circles around it to simulate you until you were completely chafed. You threw your head back and screamed as he hit your sweet spot, sending you completely to heaven as waves of hot, wet, orgasmic bliss engulfed you and you reached your high.

Loki moaned softly, his orgasm releasing into your soaked core. The both of you panted heavily, trying to take in everything that had just happened. Sure, it was quick but goddamn was the the best thing you’ve ever woken up to. Loki leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, pulling out of you slowly while you both tried to catch your breaths.

“ we should go get cleaned up, darling. “ He said, placing a few short kisses on your forehead before standing up and carrying you into your bedrooms bathroom. He sat you down on the counter and reached into the cabinets to pull out a hand towel.

“ It worries me when you’re out there. I never know when or if you’re going to come back to me. “ You said, watching him use warm water to soak the small towel. He smiled warmly at you and placed his hand on your thigh. “ My love, I have no intention to leave you. You are my world, and I can’t imagine it without you. “ he said, running his hand up and down your thigh comfortingly. All you could do was smile and nod. “ That’s all I wanted to hear. “ you replied softly, giving his forehead a kiss. He returned the smile and reached in betwee your legs with the towel to wipe away any traces of cum off your core.

“ Thank you for sharing that moment with me, I’m sorry for waking you up. “ Loki said with guilt laced in his voice as he cleaned you off gently. You yawned and your eyes closed, you really were getting tired now. “ Don’t apologize, it was….enjoya…“ And with those final words, you found yourself falling over a bit and passing out on his shoulders. Loki stood there for a moment, unsure what do to.

“ oh sugar, “

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 3

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 2, 593 (This one is a bit shorter because the next chapter has ALL. THE. SMUT. Prepare yourself in advance loves!)

Warnings: Fluffy Sy, Sexual innuendos, Abused animal, domestic violence, stalker ex-boyfriend, mention of nightmares/PTSD, smut in future chapters.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 2

I lay back in bed with my arm behind my head and start thinking about Emma even though I know I shouldn’t because I won't be able to stop. I think of how beautiful she was standing on my doorstep, the way she cocked her hip at me with her arms crossed when I got on to her for trying to do dishes, the way her nose scrunches when she laughs. I smile to myself when I think about the weight of her tiny body across my lap and the way her nails scratched the stubble on the back of my head and neck when she was kissing me. Her perfume was not overbearing and overly potent like so many women I know. Just a soft, sensual scent that enveloped me when she was pressed against me. I think about how soft and swollen her lips felt before she left and the little gold chain necklace that rested against her cleavage and sigh. I lay there continuing to think about her as my eyes close and I drift off in a deep dreamless sleep.

I wake up the next morning stunned that I slept all night. Even though I was on a decent streak without nightmares lately, I usually never slept so soundlessly. I am once again still thinking about Emma and our upcoming date. Maybe this could be more than just physical. Don’t get me wrong, sex is great if we get to that point but I wonder if I’ll ever stop craving something more. A connection so deep that it spans a lifetime. I’ve always admired the pure love and admiration that my grandparents have for each other but lost hope a while ago that it may be something I could have. My military career made it impossible to settle down and although I thought I loved women before it just didn’t seem to be the same type of love that Nana and PawPaw have. It’s like they are each a half of the same person. The way they complete each other to make up this seemingly perfect couple who loves each other despite any flaws. It’s an all-encompassing type of adoration. I settled on the fact that their type of love is the exception. The one in a million lottery that most people never experience. Over the years I began to subconsciously accept the fact that I’ll never have that. I’ve become content being alone simply because it’s a way to protect myself from betrayal and heartbreak. I was fine with this lifestyle until I laid my eyes on Emma Miller. I’ve never felt so immediately smitten by a woman before. Talking to her felt comforting, her smile made my heart race, and I loved that she playfully bantered with me. Could it be that maybe my poor luck in the love department is over now because she’s the right person? My soulmate perhaps? Am I just fooling myself because I could see myself actually marrying a woman like her and worshipping her every day without being able to get enough of her? The thought of her with two or three little kids that look like a combination of us causes my thoughts to blur and my chest to expand with butterflies. Maybe this could work for once. It's too soon to tell. My nightmares aren’t happening as often and I feel like my PTSD isn’t as crippling as it once was. I don’t want her to have to deal with my problems though. She would be terrified if she saw me in an active PTSD episode. It’s been six months since I’ve had one but there's no guarantee I won't have another. Maybe I’m done with them or my brain is tricking me into this false pretense that I'm cured so that I get complacent. I’m getting way too far ahead of myself. I need to temper my hopes and expectations in order to protect myself from the inevitable let down. Hell, she may not even be as interested in me that way. Emma may not want anything to with something long term. I know she certainly must have her own qualms after being treated the way she has by men in the past. She’s had more than enough trauma to not have to witness mine.

After showering, getting ready for work, and eating some breakfast, I kiss Aika on the head and load up Mills for another day at work. I’m heading back to the same house to assist with the siding repair. There was more rot on that fireplace than we anticipated so it’s going to take a bit longer to repair. I call Nana and listen to her start carrying on about picking muscadines so she can make and can her some muscadine jelly. Pawpaw loves it so much he planted some muscadine trees on the back of the farm when I was about fourteen and she makes his jelly every year.

“D’ya hear that they got a new vet in town at Aika’s vet office?” I ask her.

“Oh, I sure did! Cute little blonde woman I think. Seems nice but I haven’t gotten a chance to speak to her yet. I know that Martha Foster invited her to church but she hasn’t come to a service. I can’t say I blame her, I don’t think I’d want to spend time with Martha and her nasty potato salad either.”

“Damn, Nana. Don’t hold back.”

“Well, I love the Lord, honey, but I only have so much patience for Martha and her know it all attitude.”

“I can’t disagree with you there, Nana. So yeah, the new vet, Emma, is very nice. I met her when I took the puppy I’m keeping over there after I found him. Did you see the picture I sent you of the little feller?”

“Your pawpaw showed me. He’s a cutie. What did you name him?”

Here we go. “Mills.”

“Mills? Like Milton? Where’d you think up a name like that?”

“Um, it’s short for Miller. Like Miller Lite Beer.” I think I just saved myself with that little white lie.

“You seriously didn’t name that poor thing after beer, Austin. What am I going to do with you? Bring him with you this weekend when you come to lunch on Sunday so I can spoil him. Your pawpaw won’t let me have any more animals. He said the barn cats, cows, chickens, and pigs keep us busy enough but I disagree. Do you know if that cute new veterinarian is single?”

“She is.” I quietly reply.

“Oh, you should ask her on a date. I keep telling you it’s time you start looking for a wife, Austin. If she turns you down, I can still get Susanne’s number for you. She may not have a job, but I’m sure she’ll find something soon.” Jesus Nana.

“No, I’m alright. I actually already asked Emma to dinner tonight. I’m only telling you because I know you have your ways of finding out sooner or later after gossiping with the ole bitties in town. Don’t you run off and start dreaming of a wedding and great grandkids now, ya hear? It’s just dinner.”

“Austin Syverson, you better not be calling me an ole’ bitty. I may be elderly but I can still smack you upside the head. You don't scare me."

"Yes ma'am." I reply with a chuckle because I know she means it. That ole' woman has smacked me upside the head so many times I can't count.

"I’m so glad you asked her to dinner. I want to meet her.”

“Like I said, I haven’t even taken her on a date yet.” Not exactly true but she doesn’t need to know that. “Let's not go and get ahead of ourselves and scare her off. Just do me a favor and wait a while before you ambush for information. Let me get to know her first please.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll stay out of it but please at least tell me how the date goes.”

“Deal. Now I gotta get on to work but I love ya. Tell PawPaw that I love him too.”

“We love you too, honey. Have a good day.”

The day drones on and finally I arrive at a small cottage style house on Beasley Avenue and pull up in the driveway. I’m sure my diesel truck rumbling announces my presence so I waste no time hopping out of the truck and making my way to the pale-blue door that has a summer wreath hung on it. There’s no doorbell so I knock loudly and within a few moments the door opens widely to reveal Emma in white shorts, and a yellow and white floral top that shows off just a sliver of her toned and tanned midriff.

“Hey Austin!” Emma says cheerfully while I’m still stunned over her appearance.

“Sugar, you look good enough to eat.” I say with a smirk and wink.

“Thank you, but you’re just saying that because you’re hungry.” She giggles as she reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck for a sweet hug. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her forehead.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean darlin’. Nice place.” I say as she pulls back from me.

“Thanks! It’s small and I need to do update some things since it’s an older house but I liked how simple and classic it looks. It also helped that it was in my budget, move in ready, and only ten minutes from the clinic.” She tells me.

“It fits you. It’s very bright and welcoming.” I say and she grins widely. “I don’t know what needs to be updated but I’d be happy to take a look.”

“I may have to make an appointment and take you up on that at some point. I need to install a doorbell. the hot water heater is not great and the kitchen sink is a little fickle but it’s not a big deal.”

“No need for an appointment darlin’. I can take a look whenever you’d like me too at no charge.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that. Let’s go eat, I’m starving!” She deflects.

“I’m offering so you don’t need to ask. But, I can’t be responsible for you starving so let’s eat and I can look at it later.” She locks the front door and I lead her to my truck.

“I missed lunch today. Janet accidentally double booked me and so I got behind. Had to work through lunch just to catch back up.” She says as I help her into the passenger’s seat.

“You don’t need to be doing that darlin’. I’m sure everyone would have understood.”

“It was okay. Janet felt bad about it and I didn’t want to waste people’s time. Just made for a crazy day! I’m ready for some lasagna!” She giggles and I smile at her from the driver’s seat.

We get to Gia’s and I say hello to the hostess, Sofia, who is the owner’s daughter. She’s always blatantly flirted with me but I’ve never returned the sentiment. She’s too young; barely twenty-two and is clearly looking to immediately get married and have kids like so many other women here. She’s a nice girl but I wouldn’t want to give her the wrong idea. I make a point to place my hand on Emma’s lower back and pull her chair for her to sit and she smiles gratefully at me. After we order, I see Giovanna the owner heading straight towards me. My mama and her were friends since I was a teenager and we have come to Gia’s throughout the years for meals. Giovanna and her husband, Matteo, opened this restaurant when I was about ten years old.

“Sy! Good to see you sweetie.” She says as she hugs me. “Who’s this beautiful lady?”

“Hey Giovanna. Good to see you too. This is Emma Miller. She’s our new veterinarian over at Hope Animal Clinic.” I answer and Emma smiles and produces her hand to shake as I introduce her.

“Ah! I’ve heard wonderful things about you! I have an appointment next month for our cat, Luigi, to get his yearly shots.”

“Oh, what a sweet name. I’ll be looking forward to meeting the little guy!” She tells her and I chuckle.

“He’s not a little guy. He’s the biggest domestic house cat I’ve ever seen!” I tell her.

“Really?” Emma asks.

“He’s a big boy, but what can you expect? He sleeps all day and his parents own a restaurant that sometimes has left over fish that would go to waste.” She says waving her hands dramatically and we laugh.

“Well then I look forward to meeting your big boy.” Emma jokes.

“Are you settling in okay? I’m so glad you are here!” Gia says and Emma smiles brightly.

“I’ve settled in nicely! Everyone has been so welcoming. I have to say, you have the best food in town. This is my first time coming in but I’ve ordered take out several times. Your delivery drivers are probably sick of me.” She jests.

“Oh, I’m so glad you enjoy it dear. Don’t you worry about Derek and Joe. They get free food and only have to drive orders around so they are living the good life. Well, I’ll let you get back to your evening but I just wanted to say hello. You come back in anytime sweetheart!” She calls and we thank her and wave goodbye.

“So, are you one of those people that everyone in town knows? I saw that cute little hostess just about drooling over you.”

“Nah, that’s Gia’s daughter. I do know almost everyone in town but that’s what happens being raised in a town like this. My grandparents are pretty well known by everyone so I am just by proxy I guess. I’ve essentially spent the majority of 17 years overseas in different parts of the world, but when I come back home it’s like I never left. Unfortunately, that means everyone also knows everyone else’s business. I hope you don’t mind but I’m sure it’ll get around that we were here tonight on a date.” She blushes.

“I don’t mind. As long as you’re okay with that.”

“Wouldn’t have brought ya if I wasn’t, Sugar. You deserve to be shown off and I’m proud to be the man who gets too.” I reach over to grab her hand and stroke my thumb over her knuckles before kissing them. She smiles from ear to ear.

After dinner, we climb into my truck and I offer to take her for ice cream and she just pats her little belly.

“Normally, I would never turn down ice cream but I think I ate my weight in pasta. I’m completely stuffed.”

I stare out at the parking lot as I fight the urge to make a “that’s what she said joke” or an innuendo about how I could stuff her later and with once glance I can tell she caught my train of thought.

“You’re fighting making a dirty joke about stuffing me, aren’t you?” She giggles and I wink at her.

“I didn’t know you could hear my dirty thoughts.”

“I can’t, it was just so obvious. Your cheeks got red, you scrunched your nose while smiling and you broke eye contact with me.” Emma grins.

I shake my head and laugh lowly until Emma scoots over to me and whispers seductively, “Let's go home and maybe I'll let you stuff me full.”

Part 4

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The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 19: The Morning of War

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Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.3k

Marco woke you early to run one last routine checkup.

“Still a happy and healthy baby you’ve got in there,” he said, giving you a nervous look. “You’re almost at month five.”

“Bell pepper month,” you said quietly, your hand rubbing over your stomach subconsciously. “Still so tiny.”

“And not very resistant to heat,” Marco warned. “So please, today…don’t do anything stupid. It’s not just your life anymore.”

“I know,” you whispered, staring at your small baby bump. You hadn’t expected to get so attached to this little nuisance. But when you weighed the thought of losing Ace or this baby…there was no contest.

Marco hesitated, watching you. He knew you too well. Your behavior was too perfect. You were scheming.

“Please don’t-“

“Just promise to save him, Marco.” Tears flooded your eyes. “Please.”

He knew how much promises meant to you. He knew you were asking him to promise the impossible.

“I promise I’ll do the best I can,” he said. “Let’s get you up to Pops.”

You were almost there. Almost to Ace. You just had to behave for a little bit longer.

“You’ll stay beside me through this entire thing,” your father said, sitting in his captain's chair. “I’ll need your eyes to find weak points.”

“Of course,” you said, nodding in agreement. You stood tall and proud, as if that role would be the only position you’d have all day. Your good behavior had allowed you to roam freely around the ship today, but you knew the commanders were all under orders to stop you if you tried to run onto the battlefield. Plus your sea-prism shackles were still tightly fastened around your wrists.

When your father’s ship rose from the sea, you stood at the bow of the ship, your eyes desperately searching for him. You didn’t care about the layout of the battlefield, you could examine that later. Right now, you needed to find him.

He was so far away. And yet so close. You scrambled up and stood on the railing to get a better view, but it was him. He was alive. He was safe. For now.

“No,” Ace mouthed in horror. He hadn’t even found you yet; this horror was from the sacrifice of so many that was about to be made.

You almost jumped down and took off towards him. But you needed to bide your time. Marineford was full of traps and different sections. You needed to see their hand before you put yourself into play.

“Ace!” Your father yelled out. “Bear with me, son. We’ll be there soon.”

“Father!” Ace called out.

There was an eerie silence amongst the battlefield, everyone waiting for the other side to make a move.

“Do it,” you whispered, gripping a rope to hold yourself steady.

Your father listened, and sent a shattering tremor through the sea. Giant tidal waves rose up, getting ready to crash down on the bay of Marineford.

But they never came. The bay instantly froze over, Aokiji’s powers activating and solidifying the waters.

All hell broke loose after that, every Marine aiming for your father and you in some way. But your division commanders protected you, and you took the time to examine the battlefield.

Thousands of Marines stood at different portions of the battlefield. Men with swords and guns, strange patterns and sectionings. You had examined as much of Marineford as you could beforehand, but the Marines kept this place a highly guarded secret. Yet there was something that felt off about the battlefield.

The canons. They were angled wrong. The walls were too low for a first defense. It didn’t make any sense.

Then you saw it: the invisible line where the first defense stopped and the second defense started. There had to be a secret there; perhaps a wall segment that was activated by a trigger of some sort. If that wall were to be triggered while all of the pirates were in there, they would be fish in a barrel; easy targets for anyone who wanted to pick them off.

At least one wall segment you’d have to get through. Though you had no idea how tall, how thick, or how it was activated. Practically useless information, but you reported it to your father regardless.

And your father called Little Oars into action. He didn’t have to give any directions, Little Oars just went straight for the guarded platform.

“Wait, Pops-”

“I know,” he said. “I made the call. Not you.”

“But he’ll-!”

“Quiet,” he hissed. “My men are more capable than you think. So watch.”

Cannonfire rained down upon Little Oars, but you refused to look away. You had caused this death and destruction. And when Little Oars fell to the ground, you couldn’t help but blame yourself for his untimely demise.

Ace was screaming from the platform, begging everyone to run. But nobody would listen; of course they wouldn’t. Everyone loved the second division commander. So much they would be willing to die for him.

You could see him drop his head in defeat, broken by the amount of loss he was being forced to witness.

“You better live, Portgas D. Ace!” You screamed at him, putting all of your rage and hurt into your voice. “Because wherever you go, I go!”

His head perked up, and he scanned the battlefield, desperately searching for you.

“And when I get a hold of you-” you paused to take a breath, tears streaming down your face. “I’m going to kick your ass! Do you understand?!?”

His eyes widened as he found the source of your voice, and you could see the will to live return to his body, ever so slightly. That would be your goal for now. Keeping Ace alive and keeping the fight in him.

You felt a shiver up your spine and turned to the source of the dread. The admirals. You had shown yourself, and you knew they would take advantage of that.

And Akainu was staring straight at you, a triumphant smirk on his face. You glared back at him, until his eyes slid down to the cuffs around your hands. He raised an eyebrow curiously, and you could see him mutter something to his fellow Vice Admirals.

Aokiji didn’t scare you when he looked your way, but Kizaru’s humored glance made your stomach churn. He raised a finger and pointed it at you.

Suddenly Marco was on top of you, slamming you down onto the deck. An instant later, a beam of light shot past where your head had been.

“No!” Ace’s voice wailed from the platform. “Stop! Don’t do this for me! Stop!!”

You tried to get up to see him again, but Marco held you down.

“They saw your sea prism,” he hissed. “They know you’re vulnerable right now, so stay down.”

“I have to see him!” You thrashed under him, trying to break free. “I have to let him know I’m okay!”

“We have to let the Admirals think they hit you!” he yelled.

“They wouldn’t fall for such cheap tricks!”

“No, but their attention will turn elsewhere eventually!” he argued. “Just stay still for a second!”

You could hear the shouts and the battle raging on the ground below where your father’s ship was, and you wanted nothing more to fight alongside your family. You were half tempted to throw Marco off and start the race toward Ace without knowing anything else about the battlefield.

You heard a strange grinding sound that shook the ground, and you knew they were raising the hidden walls. The next phase of battle had begun.

You took a deep breath and tried to center yourself. You couldn’t be rash here. You had to save Ace at any cost. So, you stared up at the sky and relaxed, waiting for the right moment to get back up.

You listened to the sounds of the battlefield, trying to gauge where people were based on how loud the sounds of their weapons were. Strangely enough, some of the screaming seemed to be coming from above you.

And then you saw a giant ship falling from the sky.

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Hi everyone ＼(٥⁀▽⁀ )／This is another fic I wrote in the middle of the night, but I couldn't get the scenario out of my head haha. It's not smutty at all, but I want to experiment a bit with different genres. I hope you'll all like it! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

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🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Genre: Fluff w/ mild angst. Warnings: Minor existential dread, mentioning of abortions. Pairing: Dad!Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: After a long day at work, dad!Chishiya contemplates about his new role as a father. Is he even cut out for the job?

1140 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Chishiya had never seen himself as the father type. Perhaps it was the subconscious fear of becoming like his own father - distant and uncaring - that kept him from wilfully pursuing that path. However, despite his best efforts to prevent it, you had managed to accidentally become pregnant and he had had to come to terms with the scary reality of fatherhood.

It wasn’t as bad as he thought. Sure, the little creature was awfully noisy and smelly at times, but he had to admit that she was also kinda cute. Did the positives outweigh the negatives? He wasn’t sure. But he knew he didn’t completely hate being a parent as much as he originally feared.

Luckily, Chishiya was earning enough money to secure you a long maternity leave, allowing you to bond well with your baby in a way Chishiya never would. He had accepted that and somewhat found peace with the fact that he wasn’t expected to be as close to the tiny being as you were. It was easier to handle having to accept that he was the secondary caregiver and not the primary.

Another benefit of his job were the long hours, which gave him a much-needed break from dealing with home life. He had always used his work as a coping mechanism to deal with every small, negative thing life threw at him, but it was only after becoming a dad that he realised that that’s what his own father did too. It scared him to admit that he shared more than just blood with the man who had been so distant his entire childhood. However, he tried to shake the feeling and convinced himself that he was taking extra shifts to afford your maternity leave. Mh, yes. That was 100% why.

Despite desperately seeking a sanction from the reality of his newfound status as a dad, a part of him was always looking forward to coming home. And so he did this night, stepping into your shared apartment, which was only lit up by the moon shining luminously through the big and modern windows. The apartment, which long ago had been only sparsely decorated (just as he liked it), was now covered in proof of your child’s existence; no matter where he looked, he saw baby toys, neatly folded onesies, and an array of pacifiers in every colour possible.

Trying his best to ignore the way his once tidy apartment had changed, he walked with tired steps through the apartment until he got to the master bedroom. Slowly, he opened the door, mindful of the way it creaked so as not to disturb you or the little human sleeping safely in her comfortable crib next to your bed.

For a while, he stood still in the doorway, examining the way you and your baby’s breathing were synchronised, as if you had become one with one another. Although he would never admit it, he envied you - envied the way you so easily let this helpless child into your heart and how you so naturally took care of her every need in a way that Chishiya couldn’t make sense of.

It was those quiet moments that assured him that you made the right choice in keeping the child. Of course you had discussed the possibility of getting an abortion, but now that your daughter was in front of you - living, breathing, feeling - neither of you would want it any other way. How silly of you two to even consider any other option, he thought with a small smile creeping up on his lips.

With gentle steps, he walked into the bedroom, carefully closing the door behind him before approaching the bed. Despite how silent he was attempting to be, you regrettably woke up. He hated when he woke you up after a night shift - now more than ever. As a doctor, he was well aware of how desperately a new mother needed rest, and he hated taking that away from you for even a moment.

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered while climbing into bed next to you, still dressed in his hospital scrubs. “It’s just me.”

By instinct, you turned around to examine the small child, unable to fall back to sleep yourself until you had assured her that she was safely asleep. Luckily, she was, her chest rising and falling at just the right speed. He admired your natural dedication to ensuring your offspring’s safety and comfort. It always looked like second nature to you; like you were never, not even when asleep, not aware of how your daughter was doing.

Chishiya moved to embrace you, hugging you from behind and burrowing his face into your neck, taking in your scent. And that’s when he realised that work wasn’t his sanctuary; this was. It wouldn’t be easy for him to rearrange his mindset, but he knew he had to try. While you had never complained, he was well aware of how much being the prime caretaker of a newborn was taking a toll on you. You never got a full night’s rest anymore, surviving on napping throughout the day whenever the baby miraculously fell asleep.

That would have to change, and he knew it. No, he not only knew it; he wanted it to change. He wanted to be a better father and partner than his own dad was, and that started with reducing his work hours.

“I’m taking next week off,” he mumbled into the small hairs on your neck, unsure if you were even awake and listening to him. If he was honest, he wasn’t even sure if the comment was directed at you or if he just needed to say it aloud to believe it himself.

To his surprise, you hummed and scooted even closer to him, gently affirming to him that you were listening. Perhaps tomorrow, when he inevitably has to repeat the very same sentence, he will get a more enthusiastic response.

He could only hope that you were just as excited about the new change as he was. Still, he hoped you were without the deep fear that was echoing through his entire being - the fear of failure, of not being good enough for the sweet, innocent baby that was laying just half a metre away from the two of you.

In the last seconds before he slipped into unconsciousness, Chishiya, for the first time, found peace in his new role as a father, coming to terms with the fear of not being enough for the almost doll-like little girl that lay peacefully so close to him.

After all, very few great things were accomplished without fear and worry, and there was no doubt in his mind that this truly was a great thing. He could and would change. The two of you had turned into three, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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The Noble House of Gaunt | Part 2

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angst | slytherin!reader requests info w.c | 3.1k summary | Sebastian is determined to make Ominis see reason, even if it means doing something Ominis told him specifically not to do.

Genuine question, I've been seeing some Sebastian smut on Tumblr but haven't seen any for Ominis. If I dabbled in smut for Ominis, is this something that would make people uncomfortable? I threw in a tiny bit of spice into this one, just to see how it's received.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Blurb

You were determined to make it through the entire day without falling apart. It had been nearly a month since Ominis broke up with you, and while you weren't trying to keep track it was hard to forget the day your heart was ripped out. Thankfully you hadn't seen Ominis with any other girls, you don't think your heart could bear the sight. You've also seen Sebastian trailing after Ominis the last few weeks, you hope they've made up. The thought of Sebastian being all alone hurts your heart, but worse than that imagining Ominis on his own made your chest tighten. You know you shouldn't care how he's feeling after what he did, but you do. You can't help it, you love him.

Truthfully, the last few weeks have felt odd. You swore you caught someone eyeing you from afar multiple times, and there were moments in class where the hairs on the back of your neck rose- as if someone was watching you. You felt like you were slowly getting paranoid, perhaps being hunted by Ranrok and Rookwood for the entirety of 5th Year had some lasting effects.

You tried not to think about Ominis, but he was starting to worry you. He's spent most of the last month stalking around the halls looking like a ticking time bomb, his jaw clenched and a rather unfriendly expression on his face. Most of the school knew you two had broken up, being the Hero of Hogwarts unfortunately more people than you were comfortable with knew your business. People avoided Ominis in the corridors more than they usually did, turning and scurrying away at the sight of him. He'd been far more snappy than usual, especially with poor Sebastian who seemed to be receiving the brunt of Ominis's anger. Yet he continued to trail after Ominis everywhere he went, you wondered why.

Nighttime was the worst, when you would close your eyes and drift off into a dream you didn't want to wake up from. Dreams of Ominis plagued you. You'd dream of you two lying in a meadow somewhere, book in your hand as you read to him like you used to. He'd eventually push the book out of your hands, slowly lowering his lips onto yours. You'd feel the heat of his body, the feel of his hands running down your side. He'd press his forehead against yours when he needed to part for air, and the second you'd taken a few deep breathes you would pull him in to kiss you again. Life felt perfect, the beautiful flowers, the warm summer breeze.

Then you'd wake up, and be in your bed in the dungeons. It was pure agony.

However, being awake was almost worse. At least in a dream you could allow yourself to get lost in the fantasy for a while. Trick your subconscious into believing the dream was real, that everything else was just a nightmare. Life felt like a nightmare, you wished you knew when this pain would end. Or at least get easier, but each second feels harder than the last. You can't believe he did this to you, and you want to be angry so bad but you miss him so much. You long desperately for him, and it outweighs any anger you may harbor towards him. You're silently crying out for him, he's the only one for you.

You wondered if he missed you, if he regret what happened...or if he just regret even being with you. He was so damn good at masking his emotions it was almost maddening trying to figure him out. He always looked indifferent, or irritated. Most of the times you'd caught him looking irritated, Sebastian was somewhere nearby. You wondered if Sebastian took Ominis's anger without complaint to punish himself, his own way of making amends. You know Ominis still cares for Sebastian, he wouldn't be so cross with him if he didn't. You hoped he still cared for you like you cared for him.

You feel pathetic, Ominis ripped your heart out and yet here you are yearning for him like a lovesick school girl. You've thought about talking to him, trying to mend your relationship to the point of friendship at least. But he's completely shutting you out, won't go anywhere near you and somehow he always knows you're in the room even though he can't see. You cannot possibly fathom what you did to make him hate you so much, you just wanted him back.

Ominis had just about had enough with Sebastian's incessant nagging. Ominis had believed he made it clear to Sebastian that he didn't care for his company and yet Sebastian would not leave him alone. He mostly talked about you, bugged Ominis to tell you the truth. To apologize, to fix your relationship. Sebastian doesn't understand, for your safety Ominis can't fix your relationship, he must leave it broken. He thought of you often, all day every day in fact. Thought of the sound of your laugh, his favorite sound in the whole world. Thought of your surprised gasp when he whispered something far too inappropriate to say out loud. He wished he could see your face flush, but hearing you shift and wriggle in your chair was enough to satisfy him.

"Ominis you can't continue like this. You're being cruel, surely your family will give up on this eventually-"

"You underestimate their hatred for Muggleborns."

"No I'm pretty sure I don't, I think you underestimate our ability to keep her safe." Sebastian stated firmly.

"We're two 16 year old's, how on Earth could we keep her safe?" Ominis fired back.

"Y/N and I literally took down a troll last year, multiple times! Not to mention the fact that she singlehandedly faced Ranrok and prevailed..." Sebastian trailed off, watching Ominis's expression shift from annoyed to irritated.

"Not to mention, her and Natty dismantled Harlow's empire by themselves."

"Sebastian-"

"And her and Poppy saved a dragon from an undercover dragon fighting ring filled with poachers who were actively hunting them."

"Sebastian enough!" Ominis snapped, his voice raising. His family is far more viscous than any one of those people. They would make it personal, torture her slowly. They'd humiliate her while they did it, and Ominis didn't even want to consider what Marvolo's idea of 'playing' was. The thought made a red haze of anger surround him, he quickly shook the thought away. No, this was safer.

"I am never going to tell her the truth, and neither will you. I love her, don't you understand that? What would you do for the woman you love? I will give up having a future with her to ensure that she even gets a future at all." Ominis said firmly, his tone unwavering. Sebastian watches dejectedly as Ominis walks away and he knows that Ominis is never going to change his mind. He could never convince Ominis of anything anyway, the only person who ever got through to him was you. You're the only reason Sebastian found the Scriptorium at all, and Ominis still hasn't forgiven Sebastian for even suggesting the idea of using the Cruciatus curse on you. Sebastian knew that you would have to cast it on him, or else Ominis would never forgive him for as long as he lives.

Ominis cannot be convinced because he is being driven by love, and it's only love that could change his mind. Sebastian knows what he has to do, but he knows doing so will dash any chance at Ominis ever forgiving him. Sebastian wants you two to be happy, Ominis needs you. So he'll give up any chance of getting his best friend back, if it means he gets to make his best friend happy. He needs to tell you the truth, whether Ominis liked it or not.

Ominis had already endured 3 more visits from his Mother, who cared about this more than his Father and Marvolo did. She was obsessed with the idea of controlling Ominis, of him being her perfect little boy filled with cruelty and hatred like his siblings. He was far too kind for her liking, and she blamed it on you. You softened his heart, crawled in like a disease and poisoned him. For that, she is simply itching at the chance to make you pay. Ominis has barely been able to hold her back, emotionlessly convincing her you're not worth her energy. Y/N is too high risk, he'd tell her. Someone will notice if she goes missing. Luckily his mother seemed to believe him so far but he wasn't sure how long he could keep her away.

He knew she lingered around, and it worried him how easily she could get into the school. If she could get in that easy, she could get to you quite easily. Whenever she wanted. It put Ominis in a constant state of panic. Why did he have to fall in love with you? When is he ever going to learn that as long as he is a Gaunt, he will never truly be free. He wished he was, he so desperately longed for you. For your touch, your warmth, the soft kisses you'd give him in the late hours of the night.

It was well past the hours he should be in bed and yet Ominis sat in the common room, on that couch in front of the fireplace you two spent ample time. He heard your footsteps approaching, and he always knew it was you. You carefully approached him, noticing that for once he isn't practically running to get away from you. Maybe he's beginning to forgive you for whatever it is you did to wrong him. You know he was lying when he said there was another, you would have seen her with him by now. But the person he's spent the most time with was Sebastian.

"Can we talk? Please?" You asked softly, fulling expecting him to harshly turn you away. Much to your surprise he gives you a small nod, sliding over to give you space to sit next to him. You carefully lower yourself on the couch next to him, admiring his side profile shamlessly. He was beautiful in every way, though you noticed dark bags under his eyes. He looked paler than usual as well, nearly sickly.

"You're staring." He quipped, making your cheeks burn as you avert your eyes. Somehow he always knew when you were admiring him, you swear it has something to do with his wand.

"Um, I just wanted to apologize." You whisper, catching him entirely off guard. You want to apologize to him?

"What on Earth for?" Ominis asks incrediously, the fact that you believe you did something wrong is ludicrous.

"I know you aren't seeing anyone else Ominis, and yet you broke up with me. I must have done something wrong, something unforgivable to upset you. So I'm sorry, my love I'm so sorry. Please I can't take this anymore, I need us to be okay-"

"My heart, you didn't do anything wrong." Ominis can't stop himself, hearing your voice thicken with tears has him leaning forward. His hands cup your cheeks, brushing away tears with his thumbs. You were so close he could feel your labored breathing fanning over his face. He shouldn't be doing this, he should not be doing this. But he can't stop. With you he is entirely out of control, and he closes the gap between you with fervor. You sigh contentedly against his lips, the sound making heat simmer in his lower belly. You press yourself against him tighter, your hands landing on his shoulders. You want to slide onto his lap, to rock against him and paw at his robes until they have all been removed. But Ominis pulls away all too soon, running a stressed hand through his hair as he stands.

"My love I wish I could make you understand but I can't. We can't be together, not now...not ever. I'm sorry, this- this can never happen again." Ominis gasps, looking upset with himself. Your chest tightens, you want so badly to know why he's doing this. Something happened the day he broke up with you, something that scared him so bad he pushed you as far as he could.

"Ominis please don't-" but he is already walking away. Already halfway to his dorm room. You feel tears burning your eyes as you collapse onto the couch. You rest your head in your hands, softly crying.

Sebastian was determined to fix this. He had spent most of the previous night holding you while you cried, insisting that Ominis still loves you- that he was doing this because he loves you. He can't stand by as your heart breaks, he can't do nothing and bothering Ominis about it isn't working. So he was heading to the astronomy tower, where you spent quite a bit of time stargazing. He climbed the stairs and sure enough there you were, with Amit's old telescope, gazing up at the sky. Sebastian needed to tell you the truth, because it was obvious Ominis wasn't going to.

"Y/N? There's something I need to tell you." Sebastian says, cutting right to the chase. You turn in surprise, waiting patiently for him to continue.

"I know the real reason Ominis broke up with you." He starts, effectively catching your attention. You lean against the railing, so that's what he's been talking to Ominis about recently.

"Do you remember what I told you last year, about Ominis's family?"

You nod.

"They visited him the day he broke up with you, threatened to torture you if he didn't end it. His Mother has been visiting him this past month, constantly checking to make sure he doesn't get back together with you." Sebastian explained and suddenly it all made sense. Fear also struck you, you're a Muggle. You know what his family does to Muggles and so does Ominis- nobody knows it better than Ominis. That's why he's been pushing you away, why he's been avoiding you, why he said there was another. This whole time he's been protecting you.

"Oh Ominis..." Your voice trails off sadly, you love him so much. More than words could describe. You need to find him, now.

"Where is he?" You ask Sebastian, who has a sly smile making it's way onto his face.

"He might be torturing himself in the library trying to avoid you..." He trails off, fighting off a grin as you rush down the stairs leaving your telescope behind. He'll make sure to grab it for you and give it back later.

You run through the castle, trying to get to the library as fast as you can. You love that idiot and nothing he does will change that. He may stay away to keep you safe but you'd rather die than live an entire lifetime without him. Being without him is worse than death, worse than the Cruciatus curse. You fly down the stairs to the library, noticing it's mostly dark and deserted- save for a flicker of light coming from the top level. Your heart flutters in your chest, Ominis. You immediately make your way up the winding stairs and towards the light, where you see Ominis reading a braille book with a candle lit next to him. Hearing footsteps behind him causes Ominis to stand, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Y/N?" He could tell it was you by the scent of your strawberry shampoo. You barely give Ominis a chance to understand what's going on when you lightly shove him backwards against the bookcase. His bodyweight lands on the small desk built into the bottom of the shelf and you step between his legs, pressing your lips against his suddenly. His hands find your hips, holding them tightly against his. Your lips move languidly against his, moaning softly when you firmly press your body against his. You have been longing for him, your body yearning for him for so long that you feel nearly ravenous.

Ominis's hand slides around your back as you continue to kiss him, one of your hands trailing down the front of his body to palm him through his pants. Ominis gasps sharply, pulling back from you. Feeling your warm body pressed tightly against his, your hips shifting against his to generate friction, was nearly too much for him.

"What are you-"

"Sebastian told me the truth Ominis. I know why you broke up with me." You whisper, pressing your forehead against his. You eye his lips, you want to feel them on you everywhere.

Sebastian, has he ever been capable of keeping a damn secret?

"My love then you know why we can't be together." He says softly, running a hand through your hair.

"We haven't been doing a very good job at that Ominis..." You tease lightly, reveling in the light chuckle he lets out.

"We were doing fine until you pounced on me like a wild animal." A teasing grin was on his face, it made your insides turn molten.

"You started it! In the common room, remember?" You ask him tenderly, and he nods with a smile.

"How could I ever forget?" He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours, which you don't think he did intentionally. It set your insides ablaze anyway. You try to press your lips against his again, but his hands hold you back.

"Ominis please." You beg shamelessly, it nearly tips him over the edge. Your voice sounds so desperate and needy, he's never heard you sound like this before. It's driving him crazy.

"Sweetheart, we can't." He insists, hearing you whine in frustration.

"I don't care about your stupid family Ominis, I love you. I want to be with you regardless of the danger. I need you please..." You beg again, feeling a heartbeat from between your thighs. You've never needed him more than you do right now.

"I love you too darling, but we still can't right now. Not until I've had a chance to get rid of my Mother." He explains and you swear you could cry. He can feel the heat from between your legs, can feel your hammering heartbeat.

"You can't leave me in this condition, that would be so cruel." You whine, and Ominis laughs lightly.

"I'm sorry my love, I'll make it up to you soon I promise." Ominis presses a long kiss to your lips, and you try to deepen it- to entice him to stay with you until you're whining and cumming around him. But he doesn't, he pulls away and gently moves you off him. He gives you a smile before raising his wand and rushing down the stairs, presumably to find his Mother. You smile to yourself, you're just happy to have him back.

He was right about one thing, both you and Sebastian have seriously underestimated how passionately Ominis's Mother hates Muggles.

TAGLIST: @abbiesxox

#ominis gaunt #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy spoilers #angst #breakup angst

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rainba · 4 months

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Mika x FEM! reader

TW/Tags:// nonconsensual somnophilia (?), masturbation,

pathetic mika masturbates over sleeping reader

(made since Mika usually doesn't get much love or attention!!, lol)

(Mika is aged up!)

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Mika’s face was incredibly warm– and probably as red as a tomato, if not redder. His hands were all sweaty and trembling as they touched your body, eager to explore what he, subconsciously, considered to be ‘his territory.’ Despite the overwhelming feelings of desperation and lust, he tries to keep himself together, or else he might just lose what little ounce of self-control he has.

Because if he loses control– if he gets too rough or grows too loud– he just might wake you up.

And the archons know that that’s the last thing he wants.

It’s wrong for him to do this to you. He knows that full well– kind of. But in the end, his animalistic instincts are the part of him that wins, not his morally-upstanding, society-approved ‘good-boy’ side.

One of his shaking hands rests on your hips as he stares down in awe. Your skin is so soft… So soft and pretty. Every inch, every indent, every flaw and tiny mark– he finds them all so endearing. He would worship your soul and body, if only you would just let him. But he knows that he can’t do that for you... Not yet, anyway.

After all, you don’t even know his name– yet.

Perhaps you just know him as Mondstadt’s cute, shy little surveyor. The quiet, timid worker who’s talented at what he does. He wants to talk to you– truly, he does, but he just gets so nervous every time he tries. He stumbles on his words, trembles from head to toe, looks everywhere except directly at you… Honestly, he thinks his behavior around you is embarrassing. Most of the time you just end up laughing it off and kindly turning him away.

But he doesn’t want that.

He wants you to see him as a man, a partner, someone who you could spend the rest of your life with.

And even if it feels a little wrong to admit it, he wants you to be his, and his alone.

Mika’s mind grows foggier as he lifts up your thin pajama dress, exposing more of your sensitive skin to the cold night air. All he wants to do is lean down and leave countless kisses upon your thighs– maybe even leave a few little love bites.

He yearns so desperately to just tear off his clothes and curl up against your body, then wrap his arms around your waist. He’d spread your legs a little bit as he buries his cock deep inside of your warm pussy… And you’d be melting from his touches, praising him every step of the way.

The idea of being praised usually makes Mika a tad bit uneasy, but the idea of you doing it drives him crazy.

The fantasy presents itself in Mika’s mind, and it’s overwhelming. To think such shamelessly lewd thoughts– to want something as lewd as all of that… He can hardly believe what he’s doing. But he can’t make himself stop.

He keeps one hand on your legs as the other one goes to unzip his pants. The room starts to feel hotter as his head spins in circles. He’s so close to you– so close to the little fantasy in his head.

Before he knows it, he’s cautiously pushing you onto your back, removing your blankets, and lifting your dress high enough to reveal your chest. The weight of his body causes the bed to indent, making you stir in your sleep– but to his relief, you don’t seem like you’ll be waking up any time soon.

He gets more and more excited as he crawls closer, his body shuddering with anticipation. Mika's left hand moves down to massage his now-twitching cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he does so.

He still can’t believe he’s doing this.

He feels guilty, but he just can’t make himself stop.

Mika’s right hand slides upwards, holding and massaging every part of you before settling on your lips. He can’t help but stare at them in awe– a debate starts up in his head.

If he kisses you now, it’ll be his very first kiss… Will it be yours, too? Shouldn’t you be awake when the two of you share such a special moment?

His thumb traces your bottom lip as he contemplates, and by some miracle, he manages to show restraint. He ultimately decides that he can wait– so instead of smashing his lips on yours, he settles on leaving butterfly kisses all around your face. It’s sweet and... Good enough, he thinks as he strokes himself faster.

Mika’s mind trails back off to the fantasy that crossed his mind earlier. The one where he gets to stuff you full of his cock.

He’s (mostly) innocent when it comes to sex– doesn’t know much about what couples do in private– but he has a few ideas. While he’s making love to you, he’d be kissing your neck and rubbing gentle circles around your stomach. Perhaps he’d be calling you his beautiful princess, his sweet girlfriend, maybe… Maybe one day he’d even call you his wife.

He can hear your voice moaning his name… Begging him to go a little bit faster, or maybe whimpering for him to be a bit more gentle.

“Mika, please… More…”

Mika’s cock twitches in his hand as he imagines those sugary words leaving your lips. He suppresses the moan that escapes him, his eyes widening in fear that he’s growing loud enough to wake you up– But out of pure luck, you don’t budge. He sighs in relief.

“Okay, Mika… S-slow down a bit… Relax…” He mumbles under his breath, removing his hand from his dick for a brief moment in time. The last thing he wants is to ruin this 'sentimental moment.'

However– something unexpected happens. You groan in your sleep and shift your body while trying to get comfortable. This action alone nearly gives poor Mika a heartattack.

Before he can fully register what's happening, his cock rubs up against your thighs– and it feels like heaven.

His eyes widen- his breath hitches– and pathetically, he cums right on the spot.

Your skin touched his cock– your thighs– and he didn’t do it himself! It was, technically, you who just initiated the contact… Which means that, even when you’re sleeping, there’s some part of you that must want this from him, right?

His body trembles in pleasure as he releases all over your exposed stomach, remaining frozen as he shamefully comes undone. He squeezes his eyes shut and focuses purely on the ecstacy running through him. When he opens his eyes, he's met with the aftermath.

Mika can’t help but think it’s such a beautiful sight– seeing his cum all over you. He doesn’t want to clean it up… He wants to keep his mark on you, forever and ever. He can’t help but regret not bringing a kamera now.

Maybe… Next time?

He shudders at the idea of doing this not once, but twice.

Maybe three times, or four…

After all, you just initiated contact with him… So that must mean this is all okay on some level! And it’s not like this is hurting you, after all. This will just be his way of gaining confidence until he can finally do the real stuff with you.

It should be fine as long as you don’t wake up! Right?

Right..?

#yandere genshin #yandere mika #yandere genshin impact

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bunnakit · 7 months

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last twilight e2 thoughts feelings etc

As always, I'm just some dude on the internet. I could be way off base with some of this but I just think it's fun to think about. Night asking Mhok to make him a cup of coffee was very interesting. Mhok is not there as a general staff, cook, etc. He's there to help Day and only Day and Night is fully capable of making himself a cup of coffee. Curious if this is a hint at Night helping himself to things intended for Day, coveting things Day has, etc. It definitely didn't feel like a throw away action.

I appreciate Porjai very, very gently reprimanding Mhok for being nosy in cleaning up Day's room. It was a bit of a misstep for Mhok and he needed to know that. It's important to let us disabled people ask for help when we need it and not assume we always need help. While the state of Day's room was very likely a concern for safety reasons and general health he should have been asked at the very least if it should or could be cleaned. It's not unlike grabbing the handles of someone's wheelchair and pushing them when they didn't ask to - You don't know what Day has a system for, you don't know what paths he's memorized, or even what obstacles he may have set up for himself intentionally to guide himself to different parts of the room. While it seems difficult for Day to ask for help it is something he's going to have to get accustomed to and he will with time, jumping in and making changes without his consent robs him of more of his already so very scarce agency he's been allowed.

Aon telling Day he needs to be patient and learn to talk to sighted people is huge. I made a post last week about my favorite thing being Day's anger and this is absolutely true, however, it can be so very easy to wallow in your grief and anger if you let yourself. It's important for Day to be angry, it's important for him to be impatient, but it's also important for him to push past those things and grow. Day needs to reevaluate his interpersonal interactions, he needs to relearn how to socialize especially without social queues from body language (something we often process subconsciously and take for granted.) All Day has now to go off of is voice inflection and his own critical thinking skills. He's going to have to be patient with people, he's going to have to adjust, and he's going to have to give Mhok a genuine chance. It's easy to isolate yourself when you're disabled, far too easy, and it's so much harder and scarier to try.

In the same vein as my first comment, the fumbled eye drops scene is so important, I loved it so much. It's Day realizing his limitations, coming to terms with them, and accepting that he needs help - he can't do everything on his own and that's okay, there are people there to help him if he just asks. And Mhok just does it. He doesn't make him feel silly or stupid or feeble, he just looks for the eye drops and hands them over. It's not A Thing, it's not anything more than just helping someone. It's easy, and it should be.

The Boob Grab sure is something. I did not know Jimmy was built like that. I'll talk more about this later.

"Living alone in a small fish tank is lonely, right?"

Oh fuck me UP. Living alone in this tiny bedroom is lonely, isn't it Day?

"Goldfish have a short memory. It can't be lonely."

Perhaps the goldfish's memory is so short because no one has ever taken the time to stick around. No one was worth remembering. And maybe the goldfish wishes he remembered some things less.

The fish is dying, suffocating in it's own filth and loneliness, suffocating from a lack of consideration and care. But suddenly the goldfish goes outside, it breathes fresh air, smells the blooming jasmine, and suddenly it doesn't feel like it's suffocating anymore. Things are a little clearer - not literally but it no longer feels like it's swimming through a miasma. (The goldfish is Day, btw.)

FUCK. ME. UP. I'm eating all of this like the delicious anniversary dinner I had tonight.

So lunch. I noticed this at the beginning of the episode but it's really driven home here. Zero accommodations have been made for Day in the span of a fucking year. There's been no safety measures made, no pathways made more accessible, and even more frustrating they've reorganized the fucking kitchen. It's like they sealed Day in a tomb and are just waiting for him to die so they can move on with business as usual. I would ask 'how is Day supposed to do anything for himself' but it's very clear no one thought of that. They all thought of him as this shambling shell of a man that couldn't possibly do basic tasks like find the soy sauce for himself, they didn't consider him even as an afterthought when rearranging everything. It shows Day's fall from grace within his own family in such a brutal way and it makes me so angry with his family.

The scene with Night and his friends is a lot. Day's anxiety is so palpable and the comments made make me wonder if Day's condition has been kept under wraps as some sort of shameful secret. I would be interested to see if there was an NDA in Mhok's contract.

And then we get Mhok's anxiety and raw fear. Mhok's worst nightmares came to fruition and he knows what hopelessness, frustration, and despair can do to a person. He knows it only takes the smallest thing to push someone into the unthinkable and he can't allow that to happen again. He failed to see it last time, failed to answer a call for help. He won't ever miss that call again.

Here's where we're going to come back to the boob grab and here's where I could be WAY FUCKING OFF BASE. I know we all love it, Jimmy boobie stress ball teehee, but there's also a moment of shock on Day's face when it happens. He's alarmed and taken aback and rightfully so because what the fuck this man is half naked in his room??? Then we come to this point where Mhok has just burst into his room while Day is naked and vulnerable and he knows Mhok has seen him. His reaction might seem harsh or impulsive but here's the tragic thing - A painful, horrible amount of caretakers in the world take advantage of their charges monetarily, sexually, or otherwise. (It's something I've personally seen happen to friends and family.)It's not the rule, but it happens enough to be notable.

It would not be difficult for Day to be taken advantage of and this is only his.. third? fourth? day with Mhok who is still very much a stranger to him. Mhok was completely justified in his reaction (and realistically should have a key for Day's room for emergencies only because God forbid Day fall in the bath or something) but Day's reaction is every bit justified as well. But I don't blame Day for his reaction because he very likely was afraid and his emotions were already so heightened from the mess with his brother, and I applaud Mhok for just leaving and leaving it at that. They both needed to calm down and Mhok leaves. He respects Day's decision, his agency, etc. He walks away from a job that could change his life.

Once again The Little Prince narrates the lives of these two perfectly. No notes, perfect, beautiful, muah.

The fucking slippers. Finally, someone has taken the time to understand. It was a simple solution to a large part of Day's frustration and pain. It has given him some of his agency back, taken away some of his fear. These stupid ugly goldfish slippers have given him so much and perhaps Mhok understands far more than Day gave him credit for because finally someone is listening to him, listening without him having to beg.

And Day going to see Mhok? That's huge. He could've asked Porjai to bring Mhok or ask him to come by but no; like The Prince he approaches the untamed fox.

And Mhok's desperation to understand. Fucking hell. He's gone above and beyond just being a caretaker and the way he says 'the way people look at us.' Because it's an us now, he wants to stand right by Day's side and shoulder this journey with him, to hold his hand and tell Day 'I'm here with you, you aren't alone.' I'm gonna chew my fucking upholstery.

This is only solidified with the addition of Big Mhok. Little Day isn't alone anymore and Big Mhok might be scary and intimidating but not for Little Day, never for Little Day. And then Day uses some of his precious ten fleeting seconds to see Mhok, to put a face to this insane, caring, brusque, ridiculous man that would live his days blindfolded just to understand someone else's perspective. Because Mhok is worth seeing.

Anyway they make me fucking insane, your honor. I don't know if I'll do this for every episode (if people like it enough, sure) but this one in particular had me feeling a lot of things.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #ltts meta #reposting bc i misspelled some names and wanted to add some comments and tweak some wording #bunn meta

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An angsty Spider and Jake thought

Spider didn’t know that being a Sully came with terms and conditions.

He expected that, after years of neglect this will be the moment Jake would finally learn to appreciate his efforts, but as death of Neteyam hung over the family like a dark cloud as well as the threat of war, Spider found himself receiving nothing but constant responsibilities, commands and scolding when he didn’t follow the former to a T.

Consciously, Jake knew that Spider wasn’t Neteyam, and would never be him. Spider was his own person with his own strengths and weaknesses, as well as his very own baggage…

However, that didn’t stop Toruk Makto from subconsciously projecting his dead son’s image onto the eldest child. Spider was now the "firstborn" Sully, and as a man with a militaristic attitude, Jake expected him to carry this burden in stride.

But he couldn’t.

It wasn’t uncommon for the blonde to watch over the siblings as they hung out in the forests, making sure they stayed safe and didn’t do anything obnoxiously stupid, but watching the trio full-time and doing numerous chores at the same time was a completely different story.

No amount of natural caretaker instincts could prepare the teen for such a daunting task.

Spider was too used to being independent, to only ever caring for himself and nobody else, so he’d frequently forget to do important tasks around the village and look after the younger siblings. Thanks to his inability to be aware at all times, Lo’ak wondered off Eywa knows where on more than one occasion and so did Tuk, once almost getting swallowed by an akula that happened to be looking for food on the outskirts of the Metkayina territory.

It was all going too fast. Spider needed time to catch onto the rythm, but even then the numerous responsibilities felt overwhelming.

Jake is furious when the little girl comes back home injured and scared. Spider holds her close and offers the warmest worlds of comfort, but their sweet moment is cut short as the man asks his youngest daughter to leave, which she reluctantly does.

When she is almost gone from the earshot of the Sully pod, Jake explodes on Spider, reprimanding him with a cold tone and sharp words that cut the boy like a knife. How can you be so blind? He raises his voice, Where is your head? What if your siblings get killed? It’s your job to keep their asses out of trouble. What the hell do you even do all day that is so goddamn important you can’t even be present?

Spider wants to defend himself, but the guilty lump in his throat forbids him from uttering a single word.

You are putting this family to shame, he spits in a fit of emotion. Tell Tuk to come back and get out of here, I’ll take care of her since you’re so "busy".

Spider can only manage a tiny nod in response, as his eyes begin burning and he leaves the Marui with his head held low. He collects himself with deep breaths and calls out to Tuk but was she rushes up to him, his voice cracks and she frowned, noticing it.

The kid doesn’t give her the chance to prod though, as he tells her to go back to "Jake" and leaves, jogging towards the metal cell block Norm had set up on the beach near the village.

As the young man entered said block, he let the tears fall realising no one was here to see it, and plumped down on his bunk.

Spider wasn’t Neteyam and could never be him, but it was clearly who the Sullys needed.

So maybe the boy was just not cut out for this.

Perhaps he was never meant to be a Sully in the first place.

Author’s note: wanted to write a bit of a darker take on Jake and Spider, so what do y’all think? If you got any asks abt this, feel free to drop them in the ask box 💅🥰

#avatar spider #avatar 2 #spider socorro #avatar #avatar way of water #avatar headcanons #miles spider soccoro #avatar neteyam #avatar jake #jake sully

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