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Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?: Feyd-Rautha x Reader

A/N: ty taylor swift i attempted to base this fic on your song but then i divulged as normal

tw: 18+, smut, p in v, inkpie, oral (both recieving), sub feyd by which i mean feyd is DOMMED, spit, degradation + praise, one spank kinda, swearing, lil bit of crying, mention of evil baron activities so sa + pedophilia, tiny mention of cheating but none actually happens, lmk if there's anything else bc lbr there probably is i just forgot it

wc: 3.9k

Feyd-Rautha has gravely underestimated you.

It is true that you are not strong in terms of Harkonnen definitions, but you expected a man destined to father the Kwisatz Haderach to be able to see past that. What was that the Bene Gesserit were saying about superior genetics? You don’t see even a glimpse of that in his frosty gaze when he regards you - he looks at you as if you’re a delicate vase that may shatter in the lightest of breezes. He thinks he needs to fear breaking you.

He misses how you miss nothing.

You are not Bene Gesserit; you are merely one of their pawns, a genetic machination produced from centuries of manipulations and deceptions, but you can read a man better than the majority of their number.

The seething jealousy in the clenching off Glossu Rabban’s fists is like a monster sinking its venom laced fangs into his heart: starkly evident to you - as evident as the barely repressed, parasitic fear of inadequacy that lurks like a second beast within the first. Just the same, the gazes the Baron sends your husband do not escape you. Nor does the caged, wild look that washes over him whenever you leave his uncle’s chambers: the look of a man who inside is still a boy, relief washing over him that he has left unscathed and untouched for another time.

Even more nuanced than that, you see the vulnerability within Feyd-Rautha. He craves to be loved, the way he should have been as a child, when instead he was desired; all this at an age where the most he should have been doing was playing with carved wooden toys at his parent’s feet.

He believes no one can see the last, soft sliver of his heart that he’s fought to preserve, that wants nothing but to have someone to be vulnerable with, just because he’s buried it so deep inside of him that sometimes even he doesn’t think it’s there any more.

But you see it.

You see beneath it too, to a place that he himself is not fully aware of. A place where he hates who he has become - a wild, savage creature, bleeding from wounds that do not seem to close up, slipping in its own blood when no one can see.

It’s from here, from this place, that the urge to preserve you somehow originates. He thinks you are a flower whose petals will easily be crushed in his heavy, calloused hands, and he is wrong; in a strange way it endears you to him, that he believes that he is too rough to hold you. You do not think it is quite love - not yet, at least, it is only the third month of your marriage - but when you see him fighting to not be the beast that he is before you in an effort to spare you, something that is not just pity stirs in your heart.

You can hear him now, pacing, cursing under his breath in the antechambers. Sometimes he sleeps there, on the narrow sofa, and you’ve come to realise it is those nights when he wants you most. Aside from your wedding night, he has made no other attempts to produce an heir, and you find his restraint valiant, but stupid.

He could try as hard as he liked; he would not get anywhere close to breaking you.

Rising from your seat on the small, ornate stool at the vanity, you push open the door to the antechamber and take a step into the room. Feyd pauses his pacing with his back to you, and you can see the tension in his shoulders and the rigid way he holds his body before he turns around to face you. His pupils are dilated, his eyes dark, and you watch him regard you with something too untethered to be restraint.

‘Am I keeping you awake, wife?’

You shake your head. ‘I had not retired yet.’

You know he expects you to explain why you’ve interrupted him, but you remain quiet - your silence is as much of a tool as your words. He doesn’t speak either, but his eyes tell you enough; they do not leave your frame, hungry, torrid, and his fingers twitch as if they ache to slip you out of the simple shift you wear to sleep and touch you everywhere, to explore the curves and dips of your body.

Tilting your head, you smirk. ‘If you wish to give me your heirs, husband, I would advise another method that differs from staring one into me.’

‘You don’t know what I want,’ he growls, but his face tells other tales.

Stepping forward, you reach out to him but he backs away. Still, the sheer thirst in his eyes sears away at you, even as his actions fight against it, his fingers closing on the doorknob. His hands are steady, his shoulders too, but the tightness in his muscles betrays him as always. Usually, you’d let him go now, but tonight you wish to see how far he will let you push him before he pushes back, so you snare his forearm in your fingers, tugging at him as he turns the knob.

He doesn’t look at you. ‘Don’t test me.’

You smile, cloyingly so. ‘Why not?’

Lightly, you trace your fingers down his chest, straightening the fabric of his black shirt while you gaze thoughtfully up at him through your lashes, lips curving upwards at the indecision in his eyes. He fights it, wrestles with the burning need, but in the end, he prevails, transforming it into a streak of anger that colours his voice as he tears himself from your grasp, recoiling as if your touch ignites pain within him - and maybe it is pain, that he wants you so but fears to indulge himself.

‘Get away from me.’

Feyd-Rautha does not give you a second to do so, because he is the one haring down the dimly lit corridor, his jaw tight, nails digging into his palms. Truthfully, you have never seen him move that fast, not even in the arena, and it almost makes you laugh - the great na-Baron fleeing from his wife and his own lecherous thoughts.

Maybe you did not win this round of tug of war, but he has asked something of you - to get away from him. Over the next few weeks, you follow this to the letter, avoiding him like the plague; you do not interrupt his pacing in the antechambers, nor do you haunt the bedroom like you normally do, asking him questions that he cannot answer. Feyd-Rautha is sensitive to change and you know he will seek the reason for it.

There is a barely cloaked intensity in his eyes when he finally corners you, and under it, you detect recognition: he sees that you are not who he thought you were, and he sees that you are not so different from him - always observing, always planning, and so, mind shatteringly hungry.

You were just dropping by the bed chambers to gather some of your clothes. The night before, you’d relocated yourself to one of the guest bedrooms - you could sense Feyd’s resolve cracking, and you knew that this would break it for certain: coming into his chambers to find them empty, wifeless, your side of the bed damningly cold. Jealousy is clear in his eyes as he backs you against the vanity, filling you with a rising sense of triumph.

‘What has caused this change in your behaviour, wife?’

You raise a brow, faking confusion. ‘What change? I would argue it is your behaviour that has changed, Feyd, you who can barely stand to be in a room alone with me.’

He snarls. ‘Who were you with last night?’

‘I thought you wanted me to get away from you,’ you reply, keeping up your pretence a little longer. ‘I slept in the guest quarters. You do not reciprocate any of my advances.’

‘Advances?’ He echoes, incredulous. ‘You taunt me, wife. It’s like you want me to break you.’

Cocking your head, you regard him coolly for a moment, letting some of the sharpness of your unmasked gaze leak through, letting him see the calculation in your eyes - you see the wariness it incites in him as he realises again that you are not who he thinks you are. Wordless, you lean in close to him, bringing your face to his, hovering there.

And then you let your arm drop and make a swipe for the knife at his belt.

Fast as a viper, he catches your wrist in your fingers, but you smile, challenge in your eyes as you bring his second blade to his neck. You’d slipped it out while he was distracted with your other hand, and he blinks at the cold press of it to his skin.

‘That’s the problem, isn’t it?’ You murmur. ‘You’re not scared of me, you’re scared of breaking me. Who’s afraid of little old me, huh? No one is, Feyd.’

‘They should be,’ he whispers, and when you meet his gaze, it sets you alight.

‘Indeed,’ you reply softly, letting your lower lip brush his.

As he kisses you, his hands seizing your face and locking you to him, you hook his knife’s blade in the collar of his shirt and drag it down, slicing the fabric until it flutters to the floor. Pulling away, you take him in - the moonlight planes of his sculpted chest, the broadness of his shoulders, his roiling, keen gaze. This man whets your appetite in the darkest kinds of ways: you cannot wait to ruin him.

Absently, you trace the outline of the tent in his pants with the tip of the knife blade. A breathy noise leaves him, and he freezes as if he can feel the cold kiss of the metal against his skin; you laugh, delighted that he is so mouldable in your hands.

‘Get on your knees,’ you command, seating yourself on the end of the bed.

It’s captivating, his lack of hesitation as he follows your orders. He sits back on his heels, looking up at you, and you can tell that he’s letting you see him like this, you can tell that if he didn’t want you to have him like this, you wouldn’t, but still, you reach out, gently skimming his shoulder with your fingertips.

‘All you have to do is say, and I will stop,’ you say.

He dips his chin. ‘I do not think I’ll have to.’

You smirk, something savage and powerful and thrillingly depraved rearing its head inside you, awakened by the sight of the na-Baron kneeling at your feet. That will be his last coherent sentence tonight.

Pausing, making him wait, you lean down a little, inspecting his features, the ardour in his eyes. He looks at you as if you hold the universe in your hands, as if you hung the stars in his sky, as if you are a goddess, and he wants nothing but to worship you until he is expended.

You spit on him.

It lands on his cheek, and his eyes widen a fraction. A shudder wracks his body, and he simply stares up at you, breathing heavy, before slowly, his lips part, and he sticks out his tongue, his request evident. You grab his jaw, squeezing so that he opens up wider, and spit in his mouth - the low groan that leaves him as he swallows is fucking delectable.

His cock twitches in his pants when you pick up the knife. Tracing the blade over the shell of his ear, over his cheekbone and over his lips, you marvel at the way he holds still, awaiting what you’ll inflict on him next like a good little toy.

When the metal reaches his jaw, you nick the skin, drinking up his sharp intake of breath and the clench of his fists as the blood trickles down the column of his throat; you catch the droplet of crimson on your tongue, licking a careful stripe up his neck, grinning when you catch his lips in a kiss and he trembles at the taste of his own blood. Feyd is greedy, his tongue brushing against yours as he leans up into your touch, the way his mouth works against yours hot, fervent, pleading.

Planting a palm to his sternum, you push him back, chuckling when he strains to follow you, eyes glazed, lips swollen. You spot a streak of red and swipe your thumb over his lower lip, wiping it off before standing.

‘Get up, strip, and get on the bed,’ you bid him, pulling your own shift over your head.

Feyd scrambles to follow your orders, yanking his pants down, and you take your time to admire his muscle sheathed body; strength ripples beneath his skin, a sweet dichotomy to his weeping cock, rock hard and flushed rosy. He halts his movements, as if he’s pinned down by your appraising gaze.

‘For whom do you wait, husband?’

As he turns to get onto the bed, he’s a little too slow and you swat at his ass. A choked sound leaves him, and you laugh at the way his knees almost buckle. Feyd’s ears run red when he lies down on the mattress, and you straddle his thighs, sneering at the way he twists his fingers in the sheets, squirming beneath you.

‘Pathetic.’

You don’t give him time to respond, instead wrapping your fingers around his cock and pumping up and down fast, and he gasps at your rough touch, his back arching and his hands coming up to touch you - you wave them off you, meeting his eyes.

‘No touching,’ you intone, the hint of warning in your voice enough to render him obedient.

This time, you take his cock head in your mouth. He’s so fucking sensitive, reacting as if the sweep of your thumb down the underside of him and the slide of your tongue over him is mind shattering; it doesn’t take you long to get him teetering at the edge of his orgasm, just for you to pull away at the last moment.

His thigh jolts, weak pleas of your name leaving his lips, gripping the sheets so hard you wonder if they’ll rip. Again, you take him in your mouth, deeper, one hand dipping to play with his balls; you revel in the wretched sound that he makes when you hollow your cheeks around him, your teeth grazing up his length. You toy with him until you think he’s moments from breaking, until he’s writhing upon the sheets, face contorted in pleasure loaded with sweet, sweet agony.

‘Please let me come,’ he whimpers, voice cracking, the look in his eyes crazed, pitiful. ‘Please.’

You decide to give it to him, jerking him brutally fast until he comes; it hits him like a tidal wave - his eyes roll back in his skull, his body tensing, rigid and impossibly taut before he goes boneless, a broken cry of your name on his lips as he spills all over his stomach. A single, ecstatic tear slides down his cheek as his orgasm seizes him, snatching him up and shaking him like a ragdoll.

Lingering at his side, you wait until he’s come down from his high before getting up to retrieve a damp cloth from the bathroom, perching on the bed beside him and cleaning up his come, pressing kisses to the surprisingly soft skin of his hips. One wavering hand comes to rest in your hair, and you glance up at him, biting back a smug grin at the dazed look in his eyes.

‘Feeling okay?’

He nods.

‘Words,’ you chide.

‘Y - yes, na-Baroness. Better than okay.’

You raise a brow at that. You did not specify for him to call you anything, so this is all his doing; he fidgets beneath your gaze, and you note that he’s growing hard again, his cock stiffening between his thighs.

‘Can I…’ He begins, but trails off, thinking better of it.

‘No, little na-Baron,’ you reply coyly. ‘Tell me what you desire.’

His eyes scorch you with their yearning. ‘I want to taste you, na-Baroness.’

You smile. ‘As you wish.’

You lean back against the pillows, letting your legs fall open for him. It’s somewhat comical, the way his eyes widen as he sees your slick cunt, and he swallows harshly - you can almost sense his mouth watering. Carefully, reverently, almost, he nudges your knees over his wide shoulders, bringing his face close to your pussy, admiring you. It’s as if he’s testing himself, waiting to see how long it takes for him to break and taste you.

Lurching forward, Feyd groans, low and deep and right against your clit when he laps at your heat, quickly becoming insatiable as his tongue moves masterfully at the apex of your legs, laving over your clit and curving in and out of you. Bolts of pleasure spear through your body, fierce like crackling lightning at the eye of a storm - he is everything to you in this moment. He shatters you, breaking you and mending you anew.

As he brings you closer, your body begins to shake and your legs close around his head; you suffocate him with your thighs, and you can tell he lives for it from the way he fervently grips your ass in his large hands, kneading the flesh and moaning into your pussy.

Something pulls tight within you, deliciously so, and you cry his name in warning, fingers curling around the base of his neck to hold him still as your hips buck, rutting into his face. Dimly, you can see him grinding into the mattress as you fuck yourself on his tongue - the chafe of his nose against your clit makes you shatter, and you fall apart for him with a ragged cry, nails digging into his shoulders.

You’re still coming down from it when Feyd begins to lap at you again, dutifully cleaning you up, and you twitch with the slight overstimulation, hooking a finger under his chin to see his eyes: his gaze is loaded with the heat of a thousand suns, and yet somehow it is also bleary, drunk. A laugh escapes you, and you tug at his hand, encouraging him to lie beside you.

‘Good boy,’ you hum as he nuzzles into your touch. You can feel him achingly hard against your thigh, and you let yourself catch your breath before reaching down and wrapping your fingers around his cock. ‘Want to fuck me now, hm?’

He nods avidly. ‘Yes, na-Baroness.’

All it takes is for you to half spread your legs before he’s climbing eagerly between them, hesitating before looking up at you for permission. You dip your chin, smirking, and then he’s sinking into you, burying himself inside you.

Voice cracking, Feyd chokes out your name, and he shudders, gasping at the velvet vice of your cunt as it clenches, bearing down on him. Sharply, you rock your hips up to meet his, and this time, a soft, keening whine leaves him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lower lip.

He can barely keep himself from spilling inside you.

‘You can barely hold it, can’t you, my little na-Baron?’

His words come out jumbled, his speech scrambled, mind ground to a standstill by the all consuming heat of your cunt; he babbles out protests, saying that he can, desperate to prove he can, stammering that he wants to make you feel good.

Cruelly, you buck your hips up against his again, and a pained sound looses from his chest, but he thrusts to meet you, hips lurching forward, his arms almost buckling either side of your head. Panting, he pulls out slowly before slamming back in, unable to stifle the whimper that tears from the back of his throat when you rake your nails down his shoulder blades, claiming him, littering his shoulders and neck with bites.

‘That’s it,’ you sigh as he finds his pace. ‘Just like that, good boy.’

A strangled noise tears itself from him at your praise, and he fucks into you, frantic, almost feral. Eventually, his thrusts begin to turn sloppy, and you kiss him in order to steal his breath and taste his fervid moans of your name on your tongue as he comes deep inside you.

Pressing a palm to his lower back, you pin him there, buried snugly within your pussy as you reach down with your other hand and rub your clit hard - it takes but a moment for you to come, and he writhes at the cataclysmic feel of your walls fluttering around him, overstimulating him, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as he comes again with your cunt milking his cock.

Completely spent, Feyd goes limp, and you rub your hand over his back, smoothing circles on his skin with your lips to his forehead. The post orgasm clarity begins to hit him, and you feel him go rigid - slowly, he pulls out, his seed leaking out now that he’s not filling you, and he attempts to get up, but his legs are too weak and he collapses beside you instead, his chest heaving, his eyes still a little hazy, still fucked out, even as he fights for lucidity.

There’s something on his face that cuts at your heart - a look of expectancy, as if he’s waiting for you to get up and leave now that you’ve had your fill of him. Concerned, you reach out, and he leans away from your touch.

‘Feyd,’ you murmur. ‘It was not too much, was it?’

‘N - no,’ he replies. ‘I just…’

Sitting up slowly, you look him right in the eyes. He stares back, bewildered, but you press a finger to his lips, foregoing your own fumbling words to instead recite the pledge of allegiance of a Harkonnen soldier to their general; his eyes widen - you know you have hit home. You’d exchanged wedding vows, of course, but these have a different meaning: you see it in the respectful way it is uttered, a soldier acknowledging his superior’s presence.

You pledge to him not only your heart, but your sword - your service - too.

‘Wife,’ Feyd bites out. ‘Surely you do not mean - ’

‘I mean it,’ you cut in. ‘Every word.’

Again, you reach for him, and this time he does not flinch away, letting you tuck him close to you, his breath coming out shaky. Gently, you tip up his chin, planting a chaste kiss on his parted lips, and he returns it slowly, wondrously, no teeth or tongue, just the gentle brush of his mouth against yours: the innocence of it is bittersweet - has anyone ever kissed him this tenderly?

Carefully, you withdraw, wanting to see him, but he does not let you meet his eyes, instead hiding his face in your neck, his lips at the hollow of your throat. You grant him the privacy of not being seen when you feel wetness on your skin, his hot tears tracking down and pooling in your collarbone - his hands ball at his sides, and you pry open his fingers and lace yours with his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. Tightly, you wrap your arms around him, holding him with a hand cupping the back of his head, cradling him to your chest.

Your voice is quiet in the still air, but it carries as if through an arena, a promise arcing through the air like a soaring arrow.

‘You no longer walk this world alone, Feyd-Rautha.’

best believe when i started writing this i did not anticipate the 2x 'good boy's 🧍

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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Could you please do a part 2 of when the jjk men make you scared??

Like how they apologise and all

HE MAKES UP WITH YOU - pt 1

⤷ includes: gojo, geto; nanami, sukuna

a/n: I actually finished this also f!reader with sukuna but the rest are gn!reader

GOJO SATORU:

you let out a shaky breath as you snuggle deeper into shoko’s embrace. she comforts you, “it will be okay, I promise.”

“that asshole better come and apologize or I am so going to make him pay,” she grumbles while rubbing soothing circles on your back.

the bell rings and your body tenses up, “shoko, tell him to go away.”

“y/n, you guys need to talk it out,” she sighs, “but if you really don’t want to talk to him now then tell me.”

you sit up and shake your head. you rub your eyes and take a deep breath, “you can let him in if you want.”

she nods and heads to open the door. she is met with gojo, who must’ve been crying for a while because of the way his eyes are puffy.

“you better solve this, gojo,” she says, lightly elbowing him, and he just nods.

he walks in and sees you, “…y/n?”

you don’t turn to look at him, instead holding your hands tightly and looking at the ground. he cautiously makes his way to you and kneels down.

he slowly places his hand on top of your own and lets out a small sigh of relief when you don’t pull away. he starts rubbing your hand with his thumb, “I am sorry about what I did.”

you hum and he continues, “I shouldn’t have reacted that way and shouldn’t have dismissed everything you’ve done.”

“your work is just as important to you as mine is and I shouldn’t belittle you nor what you do,” he shakily says and rests his forehead on your knee.

you pull your hand away gently and gojo looks at you, eyes wide and full of worry. he seems a few moments away from crying once again, but he closes his eyes, the moment your hand makes contact with his hair.

you scratch his scalp and play with his hair, “satoru.”

“yeah?”

“please, try your best not to lash out on me like that,” your other hand rubs his cheek, “I am your equal not an outlet for you.”

he nods, and you hear a sniffle.

“I understand what you’re doing is really time consuming, but can we maybe have a day for ourselves every couple of weeks or so?” you ask softly, voice filled with hope.

he nods once again and snuggles into your stomach as he wraps his arms around you.

“y/n.”

you hum and he presses a kiss to your stomach, “I love you so much.”

“me too,” you press a kiss as well to his head.

“can you guys take this to your house?” shoko complains, lighting up a cigarette, “my house is not a studio for romance movies.”

NANAMI KENTO:

you’ve lost track of how many hours you’ve been crying alone. you didn’t move from the living room, just to be close to the main door so you can hear and see your husband enter safely.

but is he even coming back? you hoped he would. the way you shielded yourself from him was merely a reflex; you never once thought nanami would hit you and you know that he never will.

but would he know that? he can’t do anything except believe his eyes. all you can do is wait for him to come back and explain to him what happened.

your head snaps at the sounds of key’s jiggling. the door soon opens to reveal your husband in all his glory; once his gaze lands on you, his eyes widen in shock, “y/n? what are you doing on the ground?—“

you scramble out of your place and throw yourself on him and wrap your arms around him tightly, “I am sorry! I am so sorry!”

his arms instantly wrap themselves around you as you sob violently into his shirt, “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I-I know you would never hit me! please don’t be mad at me!”

he pets your hair, “sweetheart, I was never mad,” he places his hands under your thighs and picks you up while you naturally wrap your arms around his neck tighter.

“t-then? why did you leave?” you sniffle.

he sighs and presses a chaste kiss to your neck, “I was disappointed in myself that I made you react like that and I wanted to give both of us time to calm down.”

“I am sorry for the distress I caused you,” he murmurs pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

you stay in his embrace for a while before you speak up, “…you can let me down if you want.”

he shakes his head, “I want to hold you for a bit.”

you laugh lightly, “we can do that on the bed, you know,” a smile graces your lips, “like cuddle and stuff.”

you feel him smile into your shoulder before nodding. he walks towards your bedroom and gently places you on the bed; he lays beside you and pulls you to his chest.

he strokes your cheek, “your beauty is out of this world.”

“aw, you only love me for my body?” you pout and he rolls his eyes.

“I love you for everything that makes you you.”

“that’s a bit cheesy, is it not?” you giggle and he smiles.

he sighs in content, “I guess it is.”

GETO SUGURU:

you’re still in his arms, violently shaking and the tears never stop rolling down your face. you feel a wet batch on your shoulder and realize that your husband is crying as well.

“love, y-you know I would never hurt you, right?” he lifts your face to face his own, “r-right?”

he bites back a sob before he rests his forehead on your shoulder. he intertwines your hands together, before pleading softly “p-please don’t leave me.”

you did not move an inch since he held your face, it’s like talking to a living corpse.

“y-y/n, please answer me.”

“sugu-ru,” your voice is hoarse and he pulls back at the sound of your voice.

“ye-yes?”

“I am scared,” you admit, “really scared.”

he is hurt, you can tell, but you’re so terrified. this is the man you vowed to spend the rest of your life with, and you can’t just live with someone you consider a monster.

his hand reaches for your cheek but you pull back slightly and his hand instantly goes back to his side. he is looking at the ground, his tears never stopped either, “i would never hurt you.”

“it’s not o-only about me,” you breathe in, “do you know how scarring it is to see your gentle husband torturing someone that way? can you imagine how I feel?”

he shakes his head, “if you really want to divorce me, then so be it,” he rubs his eyes, “I don’t want you to be unhappy and always on edge by my side.”

he takes a deep breath before standing up and giving you his back, “you can decide to do whatever you want; I will be waiting for your decision.”

“just know,” he looks back at you with a sad smile, “my arms are always open for you.”

geto starts walking towards his house once again with a heavy heart. oh how he hopes you will come back to him and smile like you used to. but is that even possible?

his eyes widen at the arms that gently wrap themselves around him. he feels you squeeze him lightly before you speak up softly, “I am willing to t-try.”

he hears you sniffle and a small smile appears on his face before his tears start falling down his face once again, “can I turn and hug you?”

you nod and quickly he turns and engulfs you, burying his face in your shoulder, “thank you, thank you for giving me another chance!”

you nod lightly and snuggle into his embrace.

first and foremost, this was your husband and there was no denying that you loved him. perhaps there was a way for the both of you to continue loving each other like you used to.

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your knees weaken as you fall to the ground and brace yourself for the pain but it never comes. instead, you are completely fine.

“open your eyes,” you hear the king grumble.

you quickly do as told, you don’t even notice the tears on your face until he wipes them, “stop crying; don’t you remember what I said?”

you are shaking lightly so he takes your arms and pulls you lightly to your feet, steadying you.

he sighs, “you dumb girl, I said you were my favorite one; I wouldn’t just kill you like that.”

“t-thank you for your mercy, my lord!” you bow sharply and he simply straightens your back.

“calm down,” he holds your hand and pulls you back towards the palace.

for a while, the both of you walk in silence, “all of that for a couple of flowers?”

you nod shyly, “I like flowers a lot; they are my favorite thing in the world,” a fond smile is on your face at the end.

sukuna gives you a side-glance, “I am not your favorite?”

“you are my favorite person, my lord! I can never consider you a thing!” you splutter.

he keeps looking at you in silence before nodding and smirking, “good answer.”

soon, you are in his royal chamber. you bow down, “I must excuse myself now, my lord.”

he raises his eyebrow, “and that’s why?”

“I c-can’t possibly enter your room!”

he rolls his eyes, “I want you to spend the night with me.”

“but shouldn’t I get cleaned up first and—“

he pulls you inside, swiftly closing the door, “we are not going to do anything; you’re only going to sleep by my side tonight.”

you are speechless as you watch him get into bed.

“are you coming or not?”

you clumsily make your way to his bed and sit down beside him. he grumbles, “lay down.”

you do as told and now you’re laying face to face with the king of curses.

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you to his chest, “sleep.”

you nod, but sleep is far from coming to you.

instead, you lightly trace hearts on his chest, and silently hope that he doesn’t feel anything.

meanwhile, his cheeks are a light rosy red as he realizes what you’re tracing.

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sant-riley · 1 year

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[ More task force 141 × OFC! reader headcanons] [pt2]

A/N: thank yall so much for all the love on the last hcs!! I hope these live up to yalls expectations <3 please tell me which ones are yalls favorites <3!!!

CW: She/her pronouns, Codename is Teddy, Simping, crude humor, Age gaps, cursing, British slander (if I miss anything, let me know!)

If you dye your hair, Ghost helps you dye it when y'all go on extended leave. The military doesn't allow unnatural colors so when you have a few weeks to a couple of months, he'll be the one to ask. "Cm'ere, I got the bleach already."

The guys like to go with her when/if she gets tattooed. Do they know what she's getting inked? Nope, but they like to keep her company and will go get her food if needed.

Teddy vocal stims,, alot. She has picked up on "Fuckin' hell" and it has yet to leave her brain and Ghost just stares in amusement. You can hear her echo it back to them once he says it on a mission.

Teddy is her codename but her nicknames vary from who's talking about her!

Ghost: Ted, Teds, Sweetheart, Runt

Soap: Bonnie, Rascal, Barra, Lass

Price: Rookie, Dear

Gaz: Love, Darling, Hun

They get on her ASS for being an American. They will poke fun at her every fucking chance esp if she speaks in slang.

Price shakes his head and tries to teach her the "proper" way of speaking but all she does is mock the accent. He has since given up.

The first time they see her off duty, it's shock. She looks so different when she's not in uniform, (if you have it: dyed hair, makeup) her normal civilian clothes. Soap is almost convinced it's not Teddy until she smacks him upside the head and calls him an asshole.

Being the first one to see Ghosts face because you're having a breakdown about all the murder and bullshit you've gone through, crying profusely and no one knows how to help bc everyone just shoves it down and represses it.

He trusts you, he knows he does so it doesn't take him much to take you into a secluded room and expose himself. He will say that seeing you silently stare up at him with awe made his feelings grow for you. He will not, but his heart definitely would.

Soap actively teaching you how to curse in Gaelic bc he thinks it's funny with your accent. Too bad you can barely understand when he tries teaching you so you're just kinda staring at him dead eyed.

Soap plays with your hair, alot. It soothes him to run his fingers through it or simply to yank it bc he's a little dickhead. He's the kind of person who'd let your hair routine and learn how to help you take care of it.

Ghost and Price straight up rustle your hair and thinks it's funny when you shove their hand away and get all huffy lmfao.

HELPING SOAP SHAVE HIS MOHAWK, there's no barber on base so you're the next best thing he has. Many of the team have walked in with Soap sitting between your legs bc he's way too fucking tall for you to cut his hair comfortably. Ghost walking in with you holding a razor to Soap's neck and just turning around and walking out immediately.

Price has given you a cigar to smoke, he knows for a damn fact you cannot handle it and laughs his ass off when you sputter. Top 10 favorite moments of his.

Gaz likes to give you British foods to try, he knows for a damn fact you will not like it.

"C'mon love, just one bite?" "I am not fucking eating beans on toast, you're insane." "It's a good meal!"

He gets so fucking mad when yall go to Las Almas and you devour the food there. Literally pouts bc he sees you with Alejandro and Rudy eating food and laughing together.

You play video games alot when on leave, please imagine trying to teach Ghost on the newer games that are out now. You make fun of him calling him an old man but he actually fucking wins potg/apex most of the time and looks at you smug as hell.

No one knows why you're called Teddy, so they all make up their own stories but you neither confirm nor deny. Soap says it's bc you're cuddly and cute like a teddy bear while Ghost says its bc you can maim someone like one. Duality of man.

Speaking of cuddling, it's not uncommon to have to huddle for warmth on missions. They all manhandle you to them and they all slightly do it differently.

Ghost sits you front to front with your chests touching While he sits up, arms around your waist with him playing with his knife, staring past your head and at the wall.

Price presses you into his side, a arm wrapped around your shoulders as he tells you stories about missions gone wrong, the smell of cigar smoke flooding your senses.

Soap also sits you on his lap with your back against his front while he buries his face in your hair. He tells you stories about his childhood and growing up with his mom, he wants yall to meet one day.

Gaz is usually the best prepared and has either a sleeping bag or a blanket, so he wraps it around yall making sure you're more covered than he is and sits close, yalls legs intertwined.

They worry so fucking much about you, you're young and while they have come to love and appreciate you, they can't help but wish you were anywhere else but here risking your life.

"You're too young to be here Kid." "And you weren't?" Ghost has to swallow down how much he wants to scream that he just wants you safe but he knows that's not his place, he isn't your boyfriend or husband.

Alejandro has doubts when everything goes to shit if they can trust you, since he hadn't seen much of you like he had with Ghost and Soap. But then he sees the way they speak about you and how these two burly strong men get a tender look in their eyes. He finds it funny but also feels great respect to you. It is not easy to get task force 141 to care so much about a new member but hey, you did it.

Alejandro takes you out dancing and drinking when you go back to visit Las Almas. He knows how to dance so fucking well and it's always a good time. He always has his hands on your waist and always makes sure you're okay with it. Perfect gentleman 10/10

Now Graves thinks that you're just some stupid kid but realizes quickly that while you can fight your own battles, you never need to. Just one look at Ghost staring daggers into his forehead is enough for him to swallow his tongue less it gets cut out.

Laswell treats you like her own kid, especially when she finds out if you have a bad home life. She always makes sure you're stocked up on necessaties at the base and invites you for lunch along with her wife often. She is the first one you call when you have anything personal to speak of and she is the mother figure you have while on missions.

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mysicklove · 1 year

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𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐍

Pairing: Sub! Shoto Todoroki x Gn! Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Use of vibrator, nipple play, begging, crying, hint of mean-reader, cum-eating, idk i think that covers it.

A/N: Damn idek what to say about this one. Pure filth.

Shoto's face when you pulled out your new toy was not what you expected, nor wanted.

He had frowned at the white vibrating wand in your hands. It made your excited grin fall immediately. “You don’t like it?”

He shakes his head. “I thought–I didn't know I wasn’t pleasuring you enough. I’m sorry,” He mumbles and you can feel your heart breaking. He misunderstood.

“That's not true! Shoto you are doing a wonderful job making me feel good.” He looks at you and nods half-heartedly, and then glances back to the wand, dichromatic eyes looking rather scornful at it.

You set it down, but he just cannot seem to tear his gaze from it. Like he is pissed off that he is even in the same room with the device.

So, you cup his face in your hands, but he doesn't look you in the eyes, still obviously upset. “It's not for me, Shoto. I am planning on using this on you.”

His eyes snap onto yours and widen. His cheeks flush red and you can't help but chuckle at his shocked appearance. He looks away, bashful and nervous, but growing more aroused as he thinks more about it. “O-Oh. Yeah…Okay.”

“You want to?” He nods his head frantically and you kiss his cheek.

“Good. Now, cmon darling, can you strip for me?” He nods his head again, quickly removing his shirt and pants. He begins to pull down his boxers and you almost drool, but keep your composure. You quickly tear your eyes away from his cock to the toy in your hands.

He watches the way you trace your finger over the wand like you're admiring a new toy. You were teasing him and he knew it. He could feel himself getting more and more excited.

“Look at you. Already so hard, and I haven't even touched you,” You tease and push him lightly so he lies flat on his back, his neck propped slightly with a pillow. His legs are spread and on either side of you, as you sit on your knees on the bed. You bring the vibrator over to his boxers.

He gulps at your words and the touch. “I'm excited,” Shoto whispers, using the back of his hand to cover his burning face. He had always wanted to try one, after seeing a couple of videos, but never went as far as to buy an actual wand.

“Yeah? I can tell, you're so flushed right now. Have you never used a vibrator on yourself?” He shakes his head and you smile. “It will feel good. We will keep it at a lower setting and work our way up. Sound alright?”

“Yes. Can we start now, please? It hurts.” You chuckle at his eagerness and turn the wand on. It was quiet, and could barely be heard, but definitely still vibrating.

Shoto eyes it like a kid in the candy store. He follows your movements as you bring it toward his flushing cock.

He flinches when he feels the touch and you rub his thigh encouragingly. Then, he sighs and shuts his eyes. You rub it gently along the shaft and down toward his balls, and finally back up to the head. He lets out another low sigh and you smile. “This is level one. Wanna go higher?”

“Please.” And with a click of a button, you move up to level two. You can now hear the buzzing. Like before you trace his cock, but still nothing more than a couple of deep breaths. He was usually quite loud in bed, so you could tell it wasn't powerful enough.

You switch it to the third level without asking. His mouth falls open as you press it directly onto the head and his cock twitches. You move the wand away from him, and a whine falls from his lips. You roll your eyes and press the vibrator toward one of his nipples. He jumps in surprise, and opens his eyes, now watching your antics.

You use your finger to trace circles around the other light pink bud, he squirms a little under your hold. “Careful, please. You know they are s-sensitive,” He sighs and squeezes his eyes shut when you pinch one of them.

Arousal pulls at you with his erotic words. He probably doesn't even know how hot he sounds. “God, you're so cute Shoto. I’m turning it up to level four.”

He murmurs out a quick, “Thank you” and nods. You bring the toy back down to his cock and he moans breathlessly for the first time tonight. You use your other hand to trace his thighs.

“More!” You raise your eyebrows at him, knowing he is forgetting his usual manners. He quickly gets the idea and stumbles out a, “please!”.

So, you indulge him and turn it up to level five. He moans outright and you grin. You grab his cock and trap the head in between the palm of your hand and the vibrator. His moans get louder, and higher in pitch when you focus on the most sensitive part of his body.

You switch it up to the next level and his head begins to thrash on the sheets. “Level six.”

“Y-Y/N, not just the head, please! Too much, it's too sensitive there!” Blood flows to your crotch and you begin to heat up, watching your usual stoic lover slowly unfold. But, you are merciful, so you pull away the vibrator, and kitten lick the precum leaking, before dropping his cock back to his stomach, with an erotic, smack!

You drag the wand back over the shaft and he continues to moan. You rest it at this level for a while, to take a good look at Shoto. His face and neck are pink. His hair is disheveled from the many times he kept thrashing his head from side to side. His eyes are glazed with tears and when he catches your stare he whines.

It forces you to look back down at his now red, pulsing cock. With all your admiring you had forgotten to move the wand, so Shoto was now humping it desperately. Precum was dripping down the shaft and onto the vibrator.

“I'm turning it up to level seven.” He nods and clenches at the sheets, excited for more.

With the new level, Shoto's eyes roll back and you grin. “I'm not even at the highest level and you are already acting fucked out.”

He shakes his head, the distinct line of separation between the two hair colors no longer there. “Feels good. So…So good.” You sigh helplessly and continue on with your antics, making sure to focus more on the head, which causes him to squirm.

“Are you going to make it to ten, love? You can't cum until we get to level ten.” His eyes widen at your statement and he begins to internally panic at your command.

“Higher! Next level! Please!” He begs and you laugh maliciously knowing exactly what's happening to the poor boy.

You switch it on to level eight and then nine. You were being kind, knowing from the way his body is twitching, he is going to cum at any moment. He struggles with orgasm denial, and besides he was being good today. He deserves your kindness.

His back arches and tears leak from his eyes. You force his hips down so that you can properly rub the wand onto it. It was buzzing frantically now, and loud enough for the room to echo with it.

But, Shoto was even louder. He moans uncontrollably and whimpers pathetically when you force the toy onto his head. He was gripping the sheets violently. “God, Y/N. Fuck! I'm gonna cum. Please! Higher!”

Still, even with your earlier kindness, you can't help but grin sadistically at the boy. “I don't know…I think this level is perfect.” Globs of precum continue to leak out of the red tip and he stares wide-eyed at you, tears flowing constantly out of his eyes.

He could feel the buildup coming. He knew if you let him go any longer he is going to disobey you. He was panicking. “Please! Level 10. I need level 10! I can't–It's too–Please. Please. I'm begging!” His words were gargled with tears.

With his adorable begs, you indulge him and turn it to the final level. “Level 10. You can cum now, Shoto.” You press it onto his leaking head and use your other hand to pump his shaft.

He mewls at your new touch and arches his back. “Thank you. Thank you. Oh god, I'm cumming! Fuck!” His eyes roll back and spurts of cum come flying out, some landing on his stomach and others on your hand and the wand. He turns his head and screams into the pillow, trained to do this instinctually, because of the heavy noise complaints you have received about your boyfriend.

You stroke him through it until his breath hitches and he begins to squirm away from the vibrator. You pull it away and turn it off, placing it to the side.

You look at the cum covering your hand and his body and sigh, before scooping some off his stomach and bringing your fingers to Shotos mouth. “Open.” He immediately does and you drag your fingers along his tongue.

When you pull away he closes his mouth and swallows, wincing in the process. “Gross.”

You chuckle at him and nod. “Maybe you should eat better,” You tease, coaxing him back into the real world, before moving forward to fix his hair. He leans into the touch and you begin to separate the white strands from the red. What you always do as a part of your aftercare process.

“So, do you like the wand now?”

He looks at you and nods, before burying his face into your neck. “Level ten is my favorite.”

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anantaru · 9 months

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — you had once sworn to always love the 11th harbinger childe, no matter what circumstances you'd face together, to love and cherish him for all eternity, even the hidden side he couldn‘t hide any longer from you.

— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.4k

— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, foul legacy! childe, vampire! teeth, tw blood, blood sucking, monster[fu]cking, tw huge size difference, very messy, loads of filth, slight feral childe, cw two cocks, anal, double penetration

a beclouded, overcasting darkness torrents and deluges over your cold, moonless room. it's silent, as if trapped in a frozen lake and you exhale heavily through your nose and feel how your breathing stood motionless, cornered in a room.

"it's terrifying, isn't it?" you hear a whisper, "to see me like that, knowing love won't be enough to look past my situation." and a searing, razor edged bolt plunges over your body, which was only covered in a flimsy shirt, your thighs— quivering, without exaggeration petrified yet not out of fear as one might think.

turns out, what made it so terrifying were his next, chosen words;

"yet i love you."

and they felt as if crafted by the universe itself, meticulously chiseled in an edge of relief when childe, the eleventh harbinger, took a step towards you, until looming over the bed, whispering.

"and you love me, don't you?"

by the nature of what he kept expressing to you, the words he spelled out certainly held graven significance, you remember when childe admitted that he fell in love with you the very first time, remember when he said it out loud, kind, innocent, without any twisted torment.

but ajax wasn‘t himself now, or was he? is this who he really was all along? did you fall in love with .. him?

he was someone else, point blank, something. your find yourself being snapped back into reality when a warm tear crosses your cheeks, framing your face and you ask yourself, why am i crying?

even then, you secretly know the answer, you cannot keep yourself off him, you are desperately in love, you crave him, long for his silhouette and kisses, worship the eleventh harbinger entirely and if need be, undoubtedly you'd look past his true self.

granted, the situation was new, fresh and afloat, ajax never revealed you his true, foul legacy form or rather, what it did to him in the long run, a slow, agonizing death, melting away his lifespan— or how it made him perceive himself and what he became of it— bloodthirsty, uncontrollably raging with hunger, in dire pain.

childe lets himself fuse into the bedsheets at last, crawling into your bed, it's the middle of the night, a spine-chilling hour where he confessed the truth of his nature. notwithstanding the fact that he wanted to see how far he could go now, or if he should leave you out of his life completely.

when he hovered over your body, new courage materialized from the tip of his tongue, "do you want me to leave?" he takes off the giant mask, his skin right underneath growing dimmer, resembling a violet pigmentation, revealing his electro infused eyes, pointy ears, his sharp nails, delicately raising your vibrations with soft touches on your thighs.

you might regret this later on but you do not seem scared of him, somehow turning him speechless by your reaction, "no, please stay."

"you mean it?" he sighs, if that was true, then him being a monster was possibly the lesser of the two dangers. "i do." it's quite important to note that childe could barely fit in your bed, nor could he barely fit in between your legs for that matter, and you notice how energy imbued he actually was, his body twitching as if nervous, violet particles pervading off his skin, making you tremble.

"shh," childe looms his thumb over your bottom lip, "how cute." shaking his head and gazing deeply into your eyes, your face burns and without missing a beat, he slides his other hand under your knee, easing to your thigh and spreading you apart, so he could somewhat fit between your legs more sufficiently.

you were about to open your mouth to say something, but then felt childe's large thumb slip into your mouth, rendering over your warm, wet tongue. he presses down on the wet muscle and groans sharply into his chest when you moan, sealing your lips over the digit when he began to push it in and out of you.

your eyes close, and a smaller bump nestles itself between your legs, you feel it, knowing what it was. childe was hard, words cannot hold up to the warmth flushing your entire body when you flutter your lashes down south, a big tent nudging into your core.

a shiver goes up your spine when he pulls his wet finger out of your mouth, the string of saliva attached and breaking in two, hitting your chin. "let me get rid of this." he points out, accentuating the pain in his pants before he pulls them down, not entirely but so they'd rest right under his now, bare erection, his bulky thighs quilling over the leather material of his pants.

your mouth parts at the obscene sight, a bead of sweat trailing its way between your shoulder blades; not only one, but two fully erected cocks in display for your eyes and childe slowly traces the outline with the pad of a finger, hissing out, you can practically hear him grinning over you, almost discern the lewd dreams that probably played across his mind right this second while he mounted over you, casting a shadow down your figure with such ease.

"we'll start slow." his voice rumbles, "as usual." a smirk swaying from left to right, you feel your limbs sink into the mattress, your head hazy, but when he starts to pleasure himself in front of you, you bite your lip as you watch him, indulge in it, sneaky hand traveling down to take some tension off your stimulated pussy that was dizzily fluttering around nothing.

you whine out when you insert your middle finger into your hole and childe wipes away the bundled up saliva off your lips, taking a hold on your chin and lowering his body, "turn around for me." he whispers, looking down to watch you finger yourself ready for him— as if that would actually make the stretch somewhat easier to go by.

but you do as he commands, long since forgotten about the doubts buried in your mind, flipping yourself over and perking your butt up, so he could have the best view on your holes. he never used your different hole before, but childe wasn't unpracticed in taking the necessary steps in order for it to feel good. to try and test the limits of your body, he tapped your hole with his knuckle, pushing it past the tightness as it went in freely enough, and as he felt you loosen around it, he pushed it in and out, only distantly.

after all, he couldn't finger you properly, his nails were sharp and he'd rather dig them into your hips while he fucks roughly into you.

so before anything, he draws back and childe reached over to your nightstand and grabbed into the small drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube, whatever the case, he knew he was big, far greater than in his usual, human form and didn't want to hurt you while looking like this.

nonetheless, he could barely wait, he can feel his nervous breathing puffing against his sweaty chest while he opened the bottle, gushing a generous amount of the translucent liquid on his palm.

you bite your lip back and hide your face in the pillow when you hear it as you wiggle your toes, pretty much the only part of you that's movable when he forces you to lay still, all his weight on the bed, placed on your hips with nowhere else to go, fuck, you're so wet already it made your blood boil in your veins, you underestimated this thing. it's not even inside of you yet but you want to feel it already.

ajax spreads the moisture on his upper cock, wrapping his tip and girth with it, "there we go." as he plants one of his large palms against your lower back while the other guided his red, swollen erection towards your holes. his touch, addictive, and faithlessly wet, you felt as if your body was submerged underwater and shoved into itself, but when childe moves his erections against your holes, you whine as to signalize your desperation for him.

slow, gradual enough and bolstered with a deep tempo, your wet, aching pussy stretches around childe's cock, while his other member pokes at your other hole, for one, only leaving the tip in and out, watching your reactions closely. but with more lube, it ultimately had began to work, graciously shaping and forming itself into every fold and crevice of his girth.

before moving, he keeps himself settled, his cocks buzzing against your frayed nerves.

but your walls clung on him ever tight, like a set of skin-forming clothing, hand tailored and fitting like a vice. enveloped by your skin, childe could notice your pulse down there and you cry out his name when he thrusts into you at the same time, wrapping his giant hands around your entire hip area to lift you off the mattress, so he could use you as a cock sleeve, his own, sweet and pretty and wet fucking cock sleeve.

his cocks hit in and out of your holes at the same time, they're warm and splitting you apart, as if having a heart beat on their own which continuously shuddered and rippled around your entire figure, your skin burning from inside out, holes leaking with both childe's pre cum and your gooey slick. but the man sighs, a nagging pain finally lifted off his shoulders as he leans against your back with his entire weight, caging you in between the mattress and his strong, broad chest.

you expand your lungs, drawing in quick, hefty breaths as you moan into the smudged pillow under you, thoroughly messed up with tears of euphoria and your saliva which couldn't stop dribbling down your chin. cross eyed, while fucking yourself back into him, his rhythm was never more than slow and deep, it's perfect and whenever both cocks contracted into you entirely, you felt them press overtly against the gateways of your pleasure spots.

your hold on him was tight, both holes used and prickling with a fire like sensation, sensual drags of his cocks piercing you into oblivion, inflicting bliss on you which you never experienced to that extent. he's ruthless, head thrown back and smacking his hips into you, pheromones and filth invading the humane air of the warm room. it's so filthy, you are, or that's what crossed your mind, but fuck it feels good, more than a little, it's like crossing out every small detail on your to do list, tackling all the small places and filling them to the brim.

swiftly, you move your hand to reach back behind him, locking your digits into his soft locks when childe began to nibble and suck on your neck. at the sensation of his rough, skilled laps of his tongue, you hiss when his sharp, pointy teeth dig into the delicate skin, hard enough to draw out the blood he so desperately craved to taste. in a sense, it's as if it broadened his lifespan, vitalized his endurance and replenished his stamina, "aah—" you cry out into the pillow, almost ashamed by how good it feels, mustering enough strength to grab a fistful of his hair to drag him into you, closer, more sufficient, his hips still working wonders on both entrances.

you're soiling him entirely and you can feel how your gummy slick and his warm, thick cum ooze down your thighs as childe moans into your neck, repeatedly, sucking the warm blood out of you, snapping his cocks in and out and acting feral, your spine arched up, ass perked and lifted so he could pound perfectly and fuck into you.

voiceless cries with a dry throat, inarticulate whispers of his name, your mouth opens and closes soundlessly. you're gone, too gone, hypnotized by the pleasure he was bestowing on you.

this next thrust was especially lucky in your eyes, and you cough up a broken moan when he hits your spots just right. you're rolling your hips back against the intrusion, desperate, full of need, face fallen and a mess. it was hot and wet, you could sense the boiling coil in your stomach, how it wouldn't be long until you'd release around him, and so did childe, feel himself become undone soon.

"just a bit more.." he's breathless, the smacking sounds of your ass against his hips fueling his desire to make you cum together, to have you drenched and filled up with his seed, both holes stuffed full and ready to go for another round, that's a new dream he had been playing in his head on auto repeat right now.

"fuck—" you scream, "fuck, baby! so close—!" and suddenly taste the intrusion in your belly, it's so warm and heavy, spilling, prodding, consuming, mind numbing you, knowing full on well nothing more could ever satisfy you as good as he did. the thick spurts of cum gush into your stomach so heavily it almost hurts, there was so much of it you feared to explode.

yet you come undone the same time as he did, violently arching your back as he wraps his arms around your sticky chest, the brush over your stiff nipples making you whine and tremble. he lifts you off the bed to harshly fuck the last bit into you, he wants you to have it all, until his balls were properly emptied out and dried up, but your holes adequately jammed and crowded.

your used, vibration numbed nerves and muscles come back to life and you collapse back on the bed, you taste salt and sweat on your lips before turning around to face your lover sitting back, barely out of breath, unlike you.

ajax pleasingly hums to himself, "you're mine." pulling himself against you, "you're mine forever." before sealing your bodies as you blink up to him with large, glowing eyes. you try not to notice his smile too much, yet all his reactions weren't a surprise.

in the end, he had won you over, he thinks to himself, kneading the soreness off your body, splashing his large thigh between your wobbly legs, deciding to rub it against your core to catch a reactions, making you realize that he wasn't done yet.

beyond further questioning, it was the middle of the night.

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boxofbonesfic · 9 months

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Drabble idea: your next door neighbour is reclusive and you rarely see him but you do notice the strange noises you hear during the full moon and the women who enter his apartment and don't come out.

(Werewolf! Curtis Everett)

Title: Moonsign

Pairing: Werewolf!Curtis Everett x Reader

Summary: You pick the wrong night to return your neighbor’s mis-delivered mail.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Violence, Monsterfucking-adjacent, Violence, Werewolf AU

A/N: so i fell in love with this prompt—

You pause, your fist half a centimeter from the door as a sharp howl splits the air. Maybe he has a dog. You’ve never actually seen your reclusive neighbor out with one around the block, but working nights has left you decidedly out of the loop on neighborhood events. The block’s been a ghost town lately anyway, what with over half the buildings covered in red and yellow tape signaling that they would soon be torn down or repurposed into housing neither you nor your roommates would be able to afford.

The pile in your hands consists of fifteen letters plus a small package you’d opened by mistake—a dried bundle of beautiful purple flowers you’d had to look at the card inside to identify as decorative monkshood. Behind the house, the sun is setting bright orange and red, casting the dreary porch in shadow. I’m overthinking this.

You knock.

The door creaks open, and you stand, stunned in the doorway with your arm still raised as you stare into the dim hallway beyond.

“H-hello?” You croak, your throat suddenly tight. You drop your arm. “Mr. Everett?” There’s no response, at least not one you can hear from the porch. The sound of cicadas grows in your ears as you shift nervously from foot to foot. I’ll just.. leave it inside. On a table or something.

“I’m, um, I’m coming in,” you follow the statement with a timid step across the threshold. “I’ve just um, I’ve got some mail of yours, I think it was delivered by mistake.” The rug muffles the sound of your footsteps as you shuffle toward the warm yellow light at the end of the hall. It’s a kitchen—and it’s empty.

You set the mail down on the small table. “Sorry I opened one by mistake,” you call, before shaking your head. “What am I doing,” you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose. “There’s nobody even home.” That’s fine, all the better. You don’t want to have to face your neighbor after opening his mail. As you turn to head back outside, your foot catches against the leg of a chair pulled back from the table. You stumble, letting out a loud curse.

“Goddammit—” It’s only just out of your lips before you freeze, your stomach tightening. Your cry of pain seems mirrored somehow, like an echo—

Like you’re not alone in this house.

You go to speak, but find your mouth dry, and throat tight as you cup your hands around your mouth.

“Hello?” It comes out as a croak. “I’m sorry for intruding, the door was open and—” You tremble as the answering animal bellow cuts your nervous excuse in half, the unsaid words hanging unspoken in the air in front of your trembling mouth.

Is he hurt or something?

“Mr. Everett?”

For a moment, the house is so silent you can hear the traffic outside, and then the same agonized wail reverberates up through the floorboards, setting your heart racing. You clamp a hand over your mouth to silence the terrified whimper that threatens to escape. It sounds again and again until you realize it isn’t just an anguished, pained yell— someone is speaking to you.

“—lp me,” the words are barely discernible, like the one speaking them can barely manage. “Help me…”

There is another door in the kitchen, one that doesn’t lead back out into the rest of the small house. It, like the front door, opens easily with little effort. The heavy door swings open on silent hinges, exposing a set of dimly lit cement stairs winding down into the dark basement.

“Mr. Everett are you—are you down here?” Your reluctant voice takes a long time to bounce back to your ears. “Do-do you need me to call someone? Did you fall?”

“It… hurts…”

You aren’t sure why the thought of going down those stairs fills you with a primordial sense of dread, like your body is painfully aware of something your waking mind isn’t. You hesitate, but then another anguished wail accompanied by a sick sounding crack spurs you into action. He was hurt down there, and your waffling wasn’t helping.

You shine your phone light on the stairs as you descend, each step dragging icy fingers slowly down your spine. You swallow thickly as you reach the bottom, cool sweat prickling at your temples. The bare bulb hanging by the landing gives off comically little light, forcing you to squint, your brows furrowed as you stare into the gloom. The house upstairs, like most of the buildings on the block, was an old construction, built some time in the sixties or seventies—but this concrete was new.

And the basement… it’s bigger than you’d thought possible, the walls invisible to you either by darkness or design. The air down here is still and heavy, and you cannot will yourself to break the pregnant silence. Goosebumps rise on your skin.

A sickening crack shatters the quiet, and the pained noise that follows is louder and closer than ever before. You squeak with fear, before covering your mouth with your hands. It stinks down here, you realize, a tart, copper scent that you finally recognize as a mix of sweat and blood.

“You…came.” The words sound pleased, despite the speaker’s obvious pain. And that voice… You squeeze your arms around yourself, taking a step back towards the landing. It was like an animal growling words. It doesn’t even sound human.

Your heel bumps the concrete as you begin to back away.

“M-Mr. Everett, I’m going to g-g-go call someone f-for you—”

“I wai-ted for yo-ou,” the voice rasps, continuing on as if you haven’t spoken at all. “Call-ed fo-r yo-ou.” Something shifts in the dark—something big. There is a heavy grunt, and then the sound of metal dragging against the concrete. A whimper worms its way past your lips as slowly, the weak glow of the swaying bulb above your head reflects off of two pale blue eyes, glinting in the dark. The thing stops moving, the dragging sound suddenly ceasing.

“He thi-nks this will sto-op me,” the sound of the chain striking concrete is like the thunder outside, the spark briefly illuminating—something. You can’t comprehend it—huge and hulking, dark fur—“There is no ca-ge for me that he can bui-ld that I cannot destro-oy.”

There is a sound like metal crunching and then your legs are moving before you tell them to, scrambling up the stairs on your hands and feet like an animal as a rasping sound like laughter follows at your heels.

You’re barely through the door when you hear it on the stairs, something big coming up behind you—you bolt towards the front door, a scream erupting from your throat. You grab the door handle—

As claws tear through your overalls, splitting the skin underneath like hot knives. You fall forward with a cry against the door. It knocks the wind out of you, and you fall to your knees, your eyes blurry with tears. It’s like a wolf, you realize as it looms over you—but like a man, too, standing on thickly furred legs with an unnatural, canine bend.

Pale blue eyes sit above its dark muzzle, and they sparkle with dark amusement. You open your mouth to scream again and it lunges, burying sharp white teeth into the meat of your shoulder. You can taste your own blood, smell it in the air around you as you gurgle. Your blood gleams on its muzzle when it pulls away, dripping down onto your face as it hums.

“He will have to keep you now.” Terrified tears track down your cheeks as the bite mark on your shoulder begins to burn. “Like he wants to.”

End

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freedomfireflies · 1 year

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okok so idk it’s nothing special really but i don’t think i’ve ever actually read something like that and i've been sort of searching for it for some time because i personally struggle with it and well, it’s annoying 👼 but anyway, my request is a one shot or even just a shorter blurb, whatever you feel okay with where H and the reader get into a fight for the first time really, they were always solving their problems by communication and always managed to not get into proper fights. but well it can’t last forever, right? so they get into actually heated fight and harry properly raises his voice at her and there the whole thing is, Y/N is sort of hypersensitive and whenever someone screams at her or even just scolds her, she cries and she can’t stop it nor control it, thinks it’s pathetic and is always ashamed or crying like a baby and not being able to scream back or remain calm. so she tears up and she’s telling him to ignore it and starts apologizing for acting like that and he sort of doesn’t know what to do because he’s really worked up and doesn’t think straight but he also feels extremely guilty. so maybe he like tries to go away and escape this but shortly comes back to comfort her or something like that? i dunno if it’s something you’d be up to writing, it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like it but yup, there goes my a bit of an angsty request!

“You are so fucking ridiculous. I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

“Like what? Rightfully curious? Justly upset?”

“No…hysterical.”

You rear back, lashes fluttering as you stare at the aggravated British man across from you. “Wow. That’s what I am, huh? Hysterical?”

“Yes,” he says simply, unphased by the line he just crossed. “Yes, you’re being hysterical. And I can’t talk to a hysterical woman.”

You can feel the pressure against your chest as your throat begins to burn from the tears you know are coming.

But you straighten your shoulders and feign indifference. “Maybe I wouldn’t be so hysterical if you would just talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he seethes for a second time. “We had lunch. That was it.”

“And I said that’s fine, but you didn’t have to lie about it—”

“I didn’t fucking lie, I—” His hands find his hair, fingers yanking at the roots as his teeth grit together. “For fuck’s sake. I don’t need to explain my choices to you—”

“Oh, yes you fucking do,” you argue, taking a step closer. “If you want to be in this relationship, you need to communicate with me—”

“I did fucking communicate. I told you I was going to lunch—”

“With Alex. You did not mention Samantha—”

“So fucking what? What does it matter if she was there?”

Your jaw just about drops. “It matters because she was a huge part of your past, and having lunch with her makes me think—”

“Makes you think what, huh?” he suddenly bellows as he moves closer to you as well. “What? That I was gonna fuck her right there on the table?”

There’s a fire in his eyes you’ve never seen before. A rage in his voice, in his stance, in his expression that you’re unfamiliar with.

This Harry…is not your Harry.

Your Harry would calmly explain the miscommunication and then ask if you wanted to bake some brownies together.

This Harry looks like he wants to walk out of your life.

And into hers.

“You think I went there to cheat on you?” he continues, taking another step. And with each additional step, his volume rises. “Think I went there to beg her to take me back? To embarrass you? To throw all the progress you and I have made away?”

“Har…” you murmur, hands raising as if to tame him.

Or perhaps to keep him away.

He doesn’t notice. Nor does he notice the subtle shake in your request as he continues stalking toward you.

“Is that what you’re so fucking afraid of? You don’t trust me?” he just about shouts. “What? I need to be more communicative, but you don’t have to fucking trust me? What kind of fucking relationship is that—”

You don’t know how it happened. Don’t know when the tears that had been crawling up your throat slipped from your eyes and began pouring down your cheeks. You don’t know why you’ve suddenly been reduced to a puddle of quivering breaths and anxious glances but suddenly, that’s all you know.

Harry slows to a stop, focus flicking across your face as if assessing you. “What…what’s happening—”

You swallow a hiccup and quickly wave your hand through the air, as if to dismiss his comment. “Nothing. Nothing, sorry—fuck. Sorry, I’m fine, I’m—”

“Why are you…crying?” he asks, lowering his voice back to his normal register as takes one more step.

You roll your eyes, annoyed with yourself as you swipe your knuckles across your wet cheeks and huff, “I just…I cry when I’m…listen, I’m fine. I just…I know you didn’t go there to…cheat, I just—”

“Your hands are shaking,” he interrupts, rather matter-of-factly, his eyes downcast toward your arms.

You glance down as well. “Yeah, that…happens. Look, I didn’t mean to make you mad—”

“Why are your hands shaking?”

You swallow again. “’Cause…I don’t do well. With confrontation.”

He looks back up. “Oh.”

“Yeah. I don’t know. Childhood trauma, I guess. I just…I cry,” you admit, rather sheepishly as you once again try to dry the tears still dancing down your chin. “But I’m fine. Sorry. I wasn’t…I know I shouldn’t’ve—”

“Did I make you cry?” he asks now, eyebrows raised.

Again, you wave him away. “No. No, not…not you. I just…when people yell at me, I—”

“Was I yelling at you?”

Your expression softens at the absolute confusion on his face. “I mean…I don’t think you meant to, but…you did get pretty loud.”

He leans back, almost as if you’d slapped him. “Firefly, I didn’t…I didn’t realize. I…I just…I don’t know…”

“I know,” you offer gently, attempting to reach for him but he’s quick to pull himself back, terrified to have you close. “Har. Don’t do that, it’s fine—”

“I yelled at you,” he mumbles, like he can’t believe it. “I don’t…we don’t yell.”

“I know, but you were…you were angry—”

“Are you defending me?” he interrupts, seemingly aghast. “Firefly, I fucking yelled at you. I scared you, I made you cry. That’s not something to defend—”

“I always cry,” you retort, smiling to lighten the mood but are instead met with a frown. “Harry, it’s fine. Look…I shouldn’t have gotten so upset about the lunch, I just…look people talk. Twitter talks, I thought…they seemed pretty sure it was a different kind of lunch, so…I assumed. And I’m sorry.”

He studies you for a moment, eyes flicking between yours before he sighs and takes a hesitant step forward.

He takes your face between his hands and swipes his thumbs through the tears. “Believe me, you have nothing…to worry about. Samantha was and still is the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. I was supposed to meet Alex. But he fucking set up the lunch with her because she asked him to.”

“Oh,” you whisper, now feeling a tad guilty. “Damn, yeah. She is a bitch.”

“Yeah. I mean, more power to her but…like a text would have sufficed, you know? I can just as easily tell her to fuck off over the phone.”

You smirk. “I do trust you. I promise I do. I shouldn’t have assumed, I just…I would hate losing you.”

“God, Firefly, you would never,” he breathes, dipping down to press his forehead to yours as his eyes flutter shut. “Never fucking lose me. It would kill me if you left. You are it for me, do you understand? You are it. I’m never fucking letting you go. I’d lock you in my basement before I let you go.”

You laugh and playfully swat at his chest. “Ha. Ha.”

He smiles and leans back to see you once more. “Please believe me. She means nothing to me. Hell, even Alex means nothing to me now. Just you. Only you. Always.”

You take hold of his wrists and squeeze, heart bursting with adoration for the beautiful man before you. “I believe you.”

“And I promise never…to raise my voice at you again.”

“Hey, listen…I don’t mind a good yelling match as long as I get a few hits in.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“That’s right.”

He grins and surges forward to kiss you.

Hard.

“Good. Now…let’s go make some brownies.”

Thank you so much for the request, I hope it could somewhat fulfill your expectations! It was so fun to write, I’m so grateful you sent it 😭💞

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broshot · 1 year

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Can I request gojo satoru and kaito with a depressed reader?

And they have an argument an the boys accidentally says something mean at their s/o

So the reader thinks that they are a burden for them so they write a goodbye letter ,u know what I mean, and the boys finds it when they want to apologise, u can decide if it can end bad or happy with fluff

a/n: hii! thank you for the request! I don't know like anything about kaito so I'm not going to write for them, I hope that's okay♡ I hope you like this! and my rule for hurt fics is to always finish hurt w comfort :D (I can't handle angst)

cw/tw: hurt/comfort (angst to fluff), sensitive topics kind of, crying, gn!reader, making up after an argument,

english isn't my first language so I apologise for bad writing

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arguments with gojo satoru were heated, the constant bickering went on for hours and hours and he could be a real asshole when he wanted to.

the current argument had already been going on for a few hours and you could see no end to it. it all started when gojo got home, he had a hard day and was looking forward to spend the evening with you.

but when he got home, he couldn't see you anywhere. he walked around the house a bit before finding you laying on your couch, sleeping. he was upset, he thought you'd make him dinner.

so when he woke you up, you could smell an argument incoming.

"it's not my fault you're so goddamn lazy, (name)! you never do anything for me, god, it seems like I'm the only one who actually cares." he spits out.

"I care! and I do a lot for you, you just don't-"

"it's all my fault? you know, if you didn't want to be with me you could've just said that. you don't even try! you're so hard to deal with."

"satoru you don't get it! I'm trying, I really am, I'm doing my best!"

"well you're not doing enough!" he yells before storming off. you can hear him taking his keys and jacket, then the door opening and closing.

you process it for a while before you feel tears threatening to get out of your eyes. and you let them.

this was not your loving boyfriend. the man who you just argued with was so different from your gojo satoru. your gojo satoru understood you, he helped you. your gojo satoru would never yell at you nor blame you for not being able to do the same things other people do.

were you really that hard to deal with? so hard to deal with that he forgot all about your struggles? you didn't like the fact that you struggled, even less when it was with daily situations. your boyfriend had been understanding of you so what changed now?

you walk to your room, taking a piece of paper and a pen and begin writing a letter. if he thought you were hard to deal with, you would make it easier for him and leave.

you set your letter on the kitchen and go back to your room. you take a bag out of the closet, messily putting some of your stuff in it.

gojo comes back home exactly 7 minutes after you left. he calls out your name, hoping you'd answer and maybe come greet him even though you two had argued.

but you don't answer him. he's frustrated but he wants to find you and talk it out.

he walks into your shared bedroom and he feels his chest tighten as he sees the messy state of the room, seeing most of your things gone. he shakes the uneasy feeling off. maybe you were just renovating the room.

but as he searches more of the house, he sees more of your stuff gone. he walks to your bathroom and he sees your towel gone. he rushes to the living room and notices your books being nowhere to be seen. panic is taking over him now. you could have not, you wouldn't leave him, he thinks.

he runs to the kitchen. it looks awfully clean and untouched compared to the other parts of the house. the bouquet of roses he got you a few days ago had a piece of paper next to it.

he quickly takes the paper in his hands, scanning through the writing. he recognizes your handwriting. the ink is mixed on some parts of the paper and he's not stupid, he knows you cried while writing it. he starts reading it.

"dear satoru, I'm sorry for our argument. I should've noticed how much of a burden I was for you. I'm sorry to have forced you to stay with me."

he panics more. he didn't mean what he said but he knows you're not like him. and god, you never forced him to stay with you. he stayed because he loves you.

the letter continues:

"I never wanted to make you feel like this and I'm sorry to have done it. I've decided to end your suffering of dealing with me. thank you for everything, with love: (name)"

he doesn't believe himself. how could he have made you feel like this? he doesn't see you as a burden, hell, he thinks he is the burden. you've never actually made him feel that way.

he feels guilt sting his chest. he needs to find you and apologize to you. so he runs back to the door and puts his shoes on.

he's been looking for you for hours. anyone else would've stopped already, it's getting late and dark and it's raining a bit.

but he doesn't care about any of that, he needs to find you.

he gets close to a familiar park and decides to run through. it was the park where he confessed his feelings towards you. he doesn't know how, but suddenly he is in front of you. you are sitting on the park bench; the bench where he confessed to you on.

it's raining but he could see your tear stained face. and you aren't wearing the warmest clothes there is either; just a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

he takes his jacket off and wraps it around you before he kneels down and looks into your teary eyes. he doesn't know where to start.

"(name) I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean any of the things I said. I don't know why I said them but I shouldn't have because I don't actually think the way I said.

I know you try. you're doing so well, I'm really proud of you and I really didn't mean when I said that you're not doing enough. you are doing so much more than enough. you're not hard to deal with, you're the best that's ever happened to me." he rambles.

you look at him and sigh. "I don't know, satoru. you really hurt me. I thought you wanted me to leave-"

"absolutely not, (name), I love you. I don't want you to leave, never."

you're quiet and he extends his arms, asking you to hug him. he's looking at you with a sad smile, trying to show that he really is serious right now.

you're still mad at him but you need comfort too, so you rush into his arms. he wraps his arms tightly around you and rubs comforting circles on your back.

"there." he whispers into your hair. "I love you."

"I love you too, satoru, even though you're an idiot sometimes." you say with a soft smile.

he laughs. "you want some ice cream? my treat, of course. I'll buy you the whole store if you want, I'd do anything for you.

♡♡♡

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fullsunised · 9 months

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Can i request NCT Dream imagine where you misunderstood seeing him with a girl and they hear you crying to your best friend on call when they reach home 🤍

𝗡𝗖𝗧 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠²⁰: 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗔𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

genre: fluff

trigger warnings: none

a/n: uh, I'm thinking maybe I should start an anime account like write imagines for anime characters, or I should start doing female idols and smut. idfk what this is, but hope it makes sense. went a little crazy at jeno.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

boy just got home from a long schedule, when he hears faint sobs coming from inside of your faint bedroom. he was about to call your name to ask what was wrong but instead he hears your voice.

"there was another girl with him, ___. what if he's-", your voice trailed off not wanting to think of the worst of possibilities. mark would instantly guess you were talking about him, because he did see you come to greet him today, and before he could call out your name you left. was it because you saw him with his makeup artist? the older sister he was kinda close to.

he pushes the door open, finding you on your shared bed, your phone pressed to your ear and hot tears streaming down your pretty face. his heart cries at the sight of you crying. noticing him you end the call with your best friend refusing to meet his eyes.

"Baby, is everything okay?"

no answer. mark lets out a soft sigh, walking closer to take a seat next to you on the bed. his hands instantly reach for your's holding them like he never wants to let go, not even in a million years.

"If you're worried about the girl you saw me with in the morning, don't be. I have my eyes only for you, and the makeup artist is like my older sister. baby, I love you. nothing else, or no one else can change that"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗔𝗡𝗚 ❞

bro just took a shower and walked out of the toilet, a towel wrapped around his torso, and a t-shirt covering his top. his hair was wet, which he purposefully didn't dry because he wanted you to do it. he loves it when you do that for sure. so, when he's walking to you, you who were in the kitchen preparing food for both of you, he hears your soft sobs.

he watched your back wondering what you were so upset about, and he recieves his answer is less than a second. "what if she likes him? they looked so close", your voice said quietly. you were mindful he was inside taking a shower, so you kept your voice as low as you could.

shaking his head, he walks up to you wrapping both his arms around your waist definitely startling you a little cause you jumped in your place a little. unlocking your phone, he ended your call with your best friend without even saying anything. and you didn't protest, it was better to talk it out with him than complain and cry about it to your friend.

"love, that's disappointing. but I don't want you to worry about anyone else. just because I am close to them doesn't mean something is actually going on. I love you and no one else so please", he mumbled from next to your ear.

you let out a sigh apologising for ever doubting him. boy forgives you easily cause how can he ever stay mad at his girl, hmm..

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗢 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

it isn't everyday that you were over to visit jeno, nor was it everyday that he hears you cry to your best friend on the phone. you were too busy pouring out your feelings that you didn't notice, your boyfriend standing behind you in the toilet of your house.

jeno sighed slightly, knocking on the door you locked yourself and waited. hearing a faint knock, you ended the ongoing call with your best friend, wiped your tears off with the back of your hand before opening the door.

as soon as your eyes landed on jeno, you smiled slightly hoping on the inside you don't burst out crying. jeno didn't say anything but just walked inside and locked the door behind him. his hands reached to cup your face, making you look right into his love filled eyes which instantly filled you with guilt.

"Baby, I want you to talk to me. tell me what's wrong. can you do that for me, hmm?"

you nodded not being able to say no to him. "I was just- jealous of how close you and __ are", you whispered ashamed of yourself. how can you let jealousy get this far? jeno chuckled softly leaning in to kiss the top of your head.

"I don't want you to worry about anything, sweetheart. I love you and only you with all my heart, so don't let anything like this make you upset hmm?"

you nod again. "I want to hear you speak, darling", he said still having your face in his hands. you flushed slightly at the string of nicknames he has been calling you until now, but nonetheless giving in, "I promise, and I'm sorry"

"Don't be"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗛𝗔𝗘𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡 𝗟𝗘𝗘 ❞

the moment you start giving him the silent treatment he knew something was wrong. those suspicions were confirmed as soon as he heard soft sobs coming from inside your room that you barely used.

he wasn't meant to eavesdrop but he did anyway because what was bothering you so much, that you didn't even share it with him. pressing his ear to the closed door, he tried his hardest to decipher your words.

"He's touchy with everyone, I know but I don't know with her it felt different", you mumbled defensive about your feelings. you were most likely sure you were over thinking it but either way it was a fact that your feelings were hurt.

as soon as he heard you say those words, boy is gonna barge in. you have to end your call otherwise he wouldn't be okay with it. when you do, he's gonna sit next to you, hold your hands, kiss your fingers.

"I love you, my love. I don't want you worrying about anything. if me being close to my manager makes you uncomfortable, I'll stay farther away", he firmly states his voice loud and firm.

you smile slightly resulting in him jumping on top of you and drowning you in kisses.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗡𝗔 ❞

he never wants you to doubt what you two share, he always made it clear enough for you to hear but you couldn't help but feel inferior to everyone else that was around him. it was jaemin after all, the man with charms.

so when you encountered a girl touching his arm in whatever way it maybe, you weren't shocked, you were just upset. what if what you saw was real, and that you were actually just there in his life made your heart hurt.

sure you were making assumptions which is why you called your bestfriend to find out her opinion, which was a bad choice because as quickly as you started speaking you broke down.

jaemin who returned from a long day of practise, called your name out. when he recieved no response, he came knocking to your bedroom door, only to find you struggling to speak, tears all over.

crouching in front of you, he held you arms. "Is everything okay?". you nod not wanting to ruin his day by talking about your pointless worries. but it was jaemin, he pressed in wanting to get an answer from you.

when you tell him all you feel, pour your heart out all he's gonna do is pull you into a soft kiss, a kiss that would be enough to tell you how much you mean to him.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗟𝗘 𝗭𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗚 ❞

he would straight up ask you, it wouldn't even get to the point where you'd have to complain to your friend. but on those days when he was too busy to notice your shifting persona, or your cold texts towards him, he never expected to come home to hear you crying.

as soft it may be, you were still upset about something. so much that you were crying. "tell me I'm tripping, but what if they do have something going on?". as you say those words, he pushes the door open barging in, not caring if your friend was on call, or if you were crying.

stands tapping his feet so that you'd end the call, so that he can finally have the conversation you need to be having with him instead of going to your bestfriend. of course he's up for you sharing your problems, but wouldn't like it as much when you complain instead of communicating.

would hold your face, clicking his tongue because as much as he loves you, you doubting him is absolutely absurd. patiently explains how you shouldn't worry so much.

"I love you, y/n. you're everything, so please never think I'd be cheating or you, or misunderstand".

you'd nod ashamed. boy is gonna order food, and then yall will be cuddling watching a film or something cuddling each other.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ✧. ┊ ⁭ ❝ 𝗝𝗜𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 ❞

wouldn't know what to do. when it comes to relationships and all he's a bit inexperienced, so when he finds you crying inside your bedroom, talking to your bestfriend on the phone, he freezes. what did he do so bad that you were crying?

listens in, to find out the actual reason. would actually wait until you're done taking to your friend to talk to you, because he actually needs to prepare what he needs to say. would be very firm with his words even though he's shy usually.

you'd walk out wiping your tears, to make food for both of you. holds your tiny hands in his, rubbing them softly, comforting your heart a little by doing so. would be very honest with his feelings, like wouldn't even be able to speak proper sentences.

"I love you...um, so you don't have to worry about anyone else. it would nice if you could..uh trust me, because I trust you".

is awkward for the rest of the day because he wants to give you your space, but you'd give in apologising for your meaningless worries, before yall go back to cuddling.

©️FULLSUNISED.

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years

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Music To My Ears

Five x Talkative Wife

Note: Okay, so I've had this idea for a long time, basically a HC of what it would be like if Five (when he comes back to 2019) brings along his wife who is also his partner from the commission- who is super talkative, especially when she's nervous.

Five x FemReader

Gif Credit to rightful owner

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The first time he had seen Y/N, he simply wanted to kill her. Not only did she give away his hiding spot from the enemy but she would not STOP TALKING.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I don't really have a last name, but it's an honour to meet you Mr.Five Sir. You're a lege-"

"Shhh!"

"It's alright they won't hear us!"

"Woman, please I don't need a partner, especially not one as annoying as Klaus!"

"Whose Klaus?"

"Tch no one-"

"HEY THEY'RE OVER THERE"

"SHIT"

And on that same mission Five got shot in the leg, which she kept apologising for over and over again, until he had to verbally say 'IT'S FINE PLEASE, JUST STOP TALKING I NEED TO THINK!'

Slowly, verrry slowly, she began to grow on him, killing wasn't his most favourite part of the job, and everytime she began talking nonsense he could tell she wasn't a fan of it either.

It didn't take him long to figure out that she would ramble on for hours a day when she was scared, nervous or just tired, especially on gruesome missions.

Yes, she would not stop talking even when she was drained. At one point he wondered if Delores thought he spoke a lot too. Until she ended up changing the topic of conversation around 5 times in 1 hour- no, this lady was a crackhead.

It was almost a year in their partnership and the Handler was pleased with their work. For Five was already a legend, he learnt that other than the useless chatter, the girl was a great assassin- quick, slick and brutal.

On one occasion, when Five was cornered and exhausted, he thought he was toast, almost ready to give up. He heard, "NOONE CORNERS MY PARTNER!" And gun shots.

They were all shot in the head

"Execution style?"

"Actually, I was super mad at you when you told me to stay at the motel because I'm very annoying and noisy. Like I get I can't be Delores but please I am my own person! I don't need to be someone else for you to accept me and hey! I am a great assassin by the way! Sure I talk a lot but before your rude a** came along I was running the show punk and-"

"Thank you Y/N, you saved my life today."

And that leaves her speechless, a whole year of knowing him, he had never thanked her, let alone ever spoken to her softly.

He smiles at her and hobbled to the car muttering a , 'You don't have to be Delores, you're better of as you.'

And that was the first mistake the boy made, because after that he began to notice more things about her that he liked.

The way she would ever so politely talk to people. How she was able to get intel by being nice- instead of using the interrogation methods he used.

More than often things would flow smoothly if she would do the talking.

3 years in and he wakes up one night, to get water and realises that she's not on the other bed. So he checks the washroom and she isn't their too.

Grabbing a bathrobe he goes out to the motel parking and finds her sitting on a bench, the cold night breeze tossing her hair around as she grips onto her cup- tea he presumes.

So, like any sane person he decides to give her some privacy, until he hears her sniff.

He goes and sits beside her and is just:

'Wanna talk?"

"No"

"NO?!?!?"

And she shakes her head, so he doesn't encourage her to speak, instead sits their quietly beside her, letting her cry silently.

An hour later he realises her head is on his shoulder and she mutters,

"When you go back, will you leave me?"

"I don't know..."

"Can I come with you?"

"You? But, I'm no fun nor a party goer, darlin' . I'll probably end up being an a** to you-"

"Would an a** have sat with me in the middle of a chilly night outside, letting me cry?"

And for once in his life Five had no answer. The resident genius had no clue to why her words had brought a sensation of tightness around his chest, why he felt her words cut through him. Was he actually going to leave her? If there was anyone (after Delores) who understood him, or rather had the balls to stand up to him, it was her. Yet, he had never realised how vulnerable she was on the inside.

That night ignites a fire within him, because 2 months later, on a mission in Hawaii, where the two are standing in a field of dead bodies he turns to her. All bloody and messy,

"Hey!"

"yes?"

"NOW GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER, YOU GOT IT?"

Utterly confused, she nods at the weirdo who looked like he was about to explode.

"MARRY ME?"

"Sure."

"I SAID A STRAIGHT ANSWER NOT A LONG EXPLANATION YOU - wait what?"

"I said, yes, Five Hargreeves, I'd like to spend whatever days I have left with an a** like you."

Cue the most abrupt and small wedding and exchanging of vows. Not that it mattered to either of them, because as soon as their 'secret wedding' was over, they were sent on another mission.

Naturally, she was rambling along the entire way,

"I really thought we could have cake though, but I guess we did have to keep it low key, oh speaking of low-key, I booked us a fancy couple's room I had been saving money for

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"What's with the face"

"You know~"

"Okay, I officially married Klaus."

"but, but, but you love me either way~"

"Seems to be so, now please stay quiet, we're entering their base and the last thing I want is to lose my wife on the second day of my marriage."

"WAIT WHAT"

"SHHH!"

Give or take many years later, the couple in their fifties is staring at the blue portal. Holding hands, both nervous, one quiet while the other...

"THIS BETTER WORK FIVE, I BETTER NOT END UP BEING TELEPORTED TO THE 1500's I AM TELLING YOU! WAIT! I DONT EVEN KNOW THE NAMES OF YOUR SIBLINGS, OTHER THAN VANYA AND KLAUS -"

"SILENCE WOMAN, ON THE COUNT OF THREE WE JUMP. 1 ...2-"

"3 I WIN"

And she pulls him into the portal as he yells at her.

The two end up on the ground with a loud thud.

Getting up he pulls her up and is just staring at her, up and down.

"Really Five, not a good time to be checking me out- wait why are you a child"

"shit."

"does anyone see a little number Five with ...a random girl?"

Without responding he drags her into the kitchen, the siblings following in right after. Watching him make her sit on a chair at the end of the table while he is preparing something.

Slowly they start interrogating him.

"It's been 22 years Number Five, where have you been?'

"It's been a lot longer than that."

"What happened to you?"

He places a sandwich infront of her and starts to devour his own.

"What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go. Turns out, pretty far."

"Then how did you get back?"

By now, Y/N is visibly shaking in her chair, too nervous to even eat, staring up at Five who seems to be having a a not to pleasant conversation with his siblings.

Before responding to Allison he turns to look at her,his features softening, something ALL the siblings notice, "It's okay..." He whispers to her, "Eat."

"By projecting our consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of us that exists in every possible instance of time."

"That makes no sense."

"It would if you were smarter."

"Granted, it did take me a little time to work out all the nuts and bolts of it."

Five notices that she's still not eating and he frowns only to glare at his siblings, "Stop staring at her you're freaking her out."

"US? YOU BROUGHT A RANDOM KID HERE FIVE"

"Random kid?" She slams down her sandwich. As Five smirks, 'well, at least she's better now'.

"I AM NO RANDOM KID, IM HIS WIFE. And by the way HE ISNT CRAZY- other than THIS MAN IN A NICE SKIRT I DONT SEE ANYONE WHO ONCE ASKED HIM HOW HE WAS? OR IF HE WAS OKAY? OR IF HE WAS ALONE!"

"Oh? danke- WAIT WIFE? Five DID U KIDNAP HER @?!"

"No, we're in our fifties."

"WHAT"

"Yes, now well that's established, Five we should really hurry up. Also, why don't any of you look similar? Didn't your dad die today? Wait, are you all here for a funeral - you guys have been fighting ever since you showed up huh? Not a lot of love I see, no wonder my husband's a little crackhead too. By the way, why are you so big? Oh- *turns to Vanya* you're the lady from the book, nice book by the way, family tea is the best, not that I'd know, I have no recollection of mine-" with that she got up and randomly walked out of the kitchen, a nervous wreck, something only Five could see.

"Five is she insane?"

"Ofcourse not you big ape."

They could still hear her go on about something from the other side of the house to which Diego frowned, "She talks a lot."

Five just grabbed his sandwich, walking out of the room, with a

"It's music to my ears."

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Note: OKAY SO THIS IS KINDA SHITTY? I don't know I just had to get it out of my system!, I hope y'all like it😭🥺❤️

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bestboysaiki · 6 months

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BUCKET LIST ☆ 12

You did not go to ICU. Nor were you ever going to go. Might be a bad decision but you rather spend your time enjoying the crispy air than dying in an enclosed room with dizzy colors. You can feel yourself decaying, but maybe it's just the anemia getting to you. Another week of school is stringing along, and that means it has been about what? Seven whole days of Saiki ignoring you. You got tired of it and its not something you can get used to. His constant change of direction whenever he sees you coming his way makes you feel sick to your stomach. His usual avoidance of eye contact has worsened, he really did not want to have any interaction with you. At all.

So, you're trying again today. For the sake of your friendship. He can't go more than a month without talking to you, right?

You walk into the library in hopes you'll see Saiki reading one of his mangas, since the library has brought new books for the students. You secretly had requested the librarian to bring more mangas since you knew Saiki were fond of them. Just something that a friend would do, right?

You cautiously walk over to the manga section. You peek behind a row of books and see Saiki's back leaning against the other side of the bookshelf. You exasperate in relief, running around the shelf and stepping in front of Saiki.

He looks up from his manga, it seems to be the new one he talked to you about. His eyes bore into yours like always and he slips the manga into the row of other books. Before you could speak, he walks away in a quick manner.

"Kusuo!" You hiss, frantically grabbing his wrist and attempting to pull him to you. Although he's much stronger than you, so he flicks his wrist and pulls out from your grasp.

"Quit it" He hisses back, frowning a bit and rubbing his wrist. You notice the skin on his wrist had a faint red color to it. Your eyes widen, stepping closer and trying to reach for his hand.

"I-I'm sorry Ku, I just wanted to-" You begin rambling before Saiki sucks his teeth in annoyance.

"Get lost" He states firmly, flashing you a pained look before slipping away and disappearing from your vision. You scrunch up your nose, feeling as though you're about to start crying. You bring your fingers to your lips, biting down on your fragile nails. With shaky hands and all, you decide to follow Saiki until he speaks to you.

You go into the hallway and watch as he walks down with Teruhashi.. wait Teruhashi? You rub your eyes and blink, seeing Teruhashi grinning like an idiot while Saiki’s arm is slightly brushing against her arm. You swallow hard, your hands shaking even more. You feel a pang of jealously shoot through your chest. Watching Teruhashi jokingly slap his arm and him actually glancing at her makes you feel .. envious? No, no way. You step back, shaking your head.

“Shit, what’s wrong with me?” You mumble, the uneasy feeling in your stomach not going away. You take one look at them, Teruhashi dangerously close to him and he doesn’t mine? But he always keeps his distance when he is with you..

“Dammit” You growl lowly, your hands clenching up in fists to the point where your knuckles are turning white. You turn around and come face with a chest, looking up and letting out a scream.

Toritsuka! The purple haired weirdo!

“Wow am I that scary looking?” He frowns, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, You sigh, leaning aswell and facing him.

“You came out of nowhere, that’s why” You reply, rubbing your arms and feeling the bandages coming undone. You haven’t changed your bandaids in about three days, gross I know but you had other things to worry about. Such as how much time do you actually have? Are you actually going to die and do you really need to be in ICU? You didn’t notice you’re furrowing your eyebrows until Toritsuka pokes your cheek.

“What’s up Y/n? Alot on your mind?” He questions in a genuine matter and you’re surprised he hasn’t tried to hit on you yet. You give him an awkward smile and pull your sleeves of your sweater over your hands. Toritsuka returns the smile, clearing his throat even more awkwardly.

“What is it?” You wonder, leaning in closer to hear him better. “Uhm” He mumbles, playing with his hands and such.

Please don’t ask me out ..

“I think you’re gorgeous” He blurts out, his cheeks turning insanely red. Your mouth hangs open and you struggle coming to terms what he said. “Thanks” You say with an awkward smile again. He nods, stepping back then forward as if he is not sure whether to leave or not.

“I know you like Saiki but I just needed you to know that you’re beautiful” He confesses, cautiously patting your shoulder and promptly leaving.

“H-huh?” You stammer out, pointing your finger at his back as if he would see you. “Toritsuka-”

“Hi Y/n” A magical voice comes from behind.

Why is everyone sneaking up on me?

You see that it’s Teruhashi, and that jealously feeling rises up again. You try to hide your distaste but it’s hard. Why does Saiki like her better than you?

“What’s wrong between you and Saiki?”.

You wish you could snap at her but Teruhashi sounds too genuine right now, she might actually be concerned. Your shoulders slump in devastation.

"I think he's just upset with me, maybe I joked around too much haha" You cringe at the way you fake laughed. Based on Teruhashi's facial expression, you can tell she is even more worried.

"I asked Saiki about it but he told me to not worry about it, that it will be fine" She tells you. You can feel your face start burning and your inside churning. No way he told her that? Why is he so reassuring to her?

"That's crazy" You mumble, hesitating on whether to leave or not before your anger increases. You don't know why you feel this way, maybe you just feel jealous that Saiki acts friendly with other people.

But that's absurd, Kusuo is just a friend.

He's just a friend, duh.

You shake your head at your thoughts, giving Teruhashi a gentle smile before walking away to the wrong direction. PE class is up next and you are really not looking forward to it.

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You dislike soccer. Okay it is decent but really? You and Saiki just had to be on opposing teams? You take this as a chance to talk to him briefly as others actually play the game. The sun is out but the air is quite chilly, and you look at Saiki and see he is slightly shivering. You exhale from your nose in amusement.

He really is adorable sometimes .. wait what.

You scan your other classmates face as if they heard your thoughts. You swallow hard, a nervous laugh coming out of you.

Haha, did I really think that? Shit ..

The whistle that Matsuzaki blows gives you a jolt, your other classmates already jogging around to begin playing. You glance at Saiki who is only walking in heavy steps, a bored look on his face.

Well he always looks bored but especially right now. You rub your temples in an attempt to calm down your nerves. So far trying to reconcile with Saiki has been difficult. Why'd he have to be so complicated? You jog up behind him, tapping his shoulder and making him turn his attention to you. He gives you two seconds of a glance and sucks his teeth in annoyance. You blink, wondering if you really heard him do that again.

You reach for his wrist but feel an arm bump into yours. Kaidou comes into your vision with those damn puppy eyes as always.

"Everything okay between you guys?". It seems like he is pleading for an honest answer and you really do not want to lie to the little guy. You force a smile, ruffling his hair.

"It'll be okay soon, don't worry" You reassure him, you notice a faint color of pink dusting his cheeks.

"R-right, that's what Saiki told me too" He returns the smile and runs off, deciding to join the game as well. You place your hands in your pocket, these PE shorts are much too thin.

"So Saiki" You begin, shifting your focus to your left and notice that he's long gone. You frantically search the field, and it's really easy to spot his burst of colored hair. You're about to jog when you feel a cold hand wrap around your wrist.

Who is it now, jeez!

The owner of said hand is Aiura, to which you cannot be mad about because you are really fond of her. She frowns and opens up her compact mirror with a click, positioning it in front of your face.

"Your eyebags and eyelids are turning to a weird color of purple, are you sure you're okay?" She asks with a hand on her hip. You almost jump back at the sight before you. You haven't really paid attention to your appearance. Except for the bruises since they actually hurt when you press on them. You wince at the sight of the surroundings of your eyes. Gingerly grabbing the mirror and you examine your face. You press the purple skin, anticipating to feel any sort of pain. To your surprise, you feel absolutely zero pain.

"Yeah, I'm fine, sun exposure you know". You shrug your shoulders and place the mirror back into Aiura's hand. She slowly nods, clearly not convinced.

"Right.. I'll check up on you later okay?". You nod and she gives you a quick hug. You press your nose bridge with your pointer and thumb, groaning.

"Why does everything get so much worse?" You cry out in a quiet voice. You scan the field for Saiki again and yeah, he's still walking. Hairo seems to be yelling at him, trying to motivate him to at least put some effort. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

You slowly make your way behind him again, your hand reaching for his wrist. It seems that Saiki sensed you as he pulls away his own arm. You stand there with your hand extending like an idiot. Saiki shoots you a bland expression, once again walking away from you.

Once he is across the field, you grab your hair in frustration and whine in annoyance. Something came over you, anger maybe? You start speeding up towards him with your hands balled up in fists. You're practically shoving others in your way and ignore their complaining.

A whistle blows and Matsuzaki yells, "L/n! Stop shoving people and play the game please!". You also ignore him, storming through the field until you made it Saiki.

His back is turned back to you and everyone seems to be paying attention to you. It's like you've gone mad, and your mind is so scrambled right now you can't think.

"Kusuo!" You shriek in such a high pitched manner that it should've broken your classmates eardrums. Saiki turns around with a confused look painted on his face, looking over everyone else who is standing. You grab his shoulder and push him down to the floor with such force he falls with a thump. You're not sure if this is a good idea but you're genuinely losing your mind over not being able to talk to him.

He tries sitting up but you get on top of him grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

"Why aren't you talking to me?! I thought we liked each other?!" You yell with a shrill voice. Saiki's eyes go wide, his hands shoving against your chest but you grab his wrists. Saiki is much stronger than you but you succeed at pinning him down to the fake grass. Maybe it's the anger or the adrenaline, you're not sure.

You hear whispers around you, such things as "Are they dating?", "I knew it" and even "Has L/n always been this crazy?".

Matsuzaki blows the whistle again, attempting to break your attention from Saiki. Your breathing quickens, your hands tightly wrapped around Saiki's wrists.

"Get off" He says sternly, his body struggling under yours. You hate that you have a soft spot for Saiki. You calm down at the sight of his dark eyes piercing into yours. His chest rises up and down, his cheeks red. Probably from the cold air, you know his skin is sensitive. Your breathing stops for a second as you notice Saiki's facial features up close. His plush pink lips that are trembling due to the weather. His perfect nose that he's scrunching up every second. Does he have allergies? You notice his eyelashes are really long, and his cheeks are flushed in size. You swallow nervously, a shaky breath slipping out of you.

Has he always been this handsome?

You feel your face burn up at the thought, your grip on his wrists loosening. Saiki takes his opportunity to grab your shoulders and flip you to your back. He gets on top of you, and restrains you down by the wrists. He gets close to your face, practically inches away. You anticipate what is he going to say, but you didn't realize the words would sting this bad.

"Wish I never even met you" He spats out, pressing your wrists into the grass before getting off you. You stay still, looking up at Saiki who gives you one last look of sadness before storming off towards the gymnasium. You feel like you're in a trance, this cannot be real, can it? You sit up, your classmates staring at you as if they are waiting for you to burst into tears.

And you don't, surprisingly. You stare as Saiki's figure enters the building, the door closing behind him. You look to your right and see Kaidou and Aiura, who seem to have heard everything.

You burst into laughter, a sharp pain shooting your body.

"I don't blame him" You speak with a tremble visible in your tone. "Everything was fine before he met me".

Kaidou and Aiura glance at each other in worry as you cover your hands to your face. You smile stupidly at how close you were to Saiki's face.

Huh, Saiki really is more handsome than I ever knew.

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He's not sure what's wrong with him, he is really not sure what is wrong with him.

Saiki is going through a crisis, he's so confused about his feelings. Since he met you, he has been constantly worried about you. Sometimes he loses sleep over the fact that you're hurting alone. He sees you as a friend, but is it really normal to be acting like this?

Saiki knows what he said to you about wishing he never met you was all untrue. But at the same time, is the pain he's feeling about you really worth it? If he never met you, he wouldn't be so troubled about what you are going through. He wouldn't be hanging around you so much in hopes you become comfortable to talk to him about your condition. It hurts to see you physically declining in health, and it hurts even more you don't trust him to tell him what's happening.

Saiki paces back and forth in the gym, the floor squeaking under his feet. Why did he say such words to you? He knows this is all painful for you both but did he really had to let his emotions take over and say such a thing?

He knows he has to apologize, he just doesn't know he can face you again. Especially since you look especially worse now in terms of appearance. He knows he wishes he never met you, even if it's a small feeling he has. You confuse him so much, he doesn't know why you're all he thinks about.

He doesn't know why he enjoys spending time with you even if it's inconvenient to his alone time. He doesn't have a clue as to why he stares whenever he sees passing you by in school. And he definitely has no idea as to why he gets this stupid fuzzing feeling when you say his name. Also, he's really puzzled about what you said when you had him restrained.

"I thought we liked each other?!". Your voice echoes in his mind as he drops his head onto his hands in discontent. In what way did you mean the word like?

"Just a friend" He mumbles, squeezing his thighs in order to focus on his thoughts.

Just a friend, just a friend, just a friend, just a friend.

Saiki sighs, reaching into his backpack and pulling out a wrinkled colored paper with a rainbow of letters. He reads through the list, he stole it from your locker during class when he pretended to use the restroom. He needed to make sure he accurately memorized everything on your list. Unfortunately, the last three numbers were crossed off and he couldn't make out what the sentences said.

He didn't want to use his powers to find out what the process in making the list was, so he decides to brush it off. It won't be anything too bad.

Or so that's what he thinks.

He reads the ones before the scribbled out sentences, and he slightly smiles.

Number twenty "First kiss" and twenty-one "Meet soulmate!" always catches his attention. It never came across his mind that you do think about romance. You always seem to be lost in your thoughts about something else.

He tucks away the paper into his backpack, tapping his feet anxiously on the floor.

What are the last three things on their bucket list?

He shakes his head, taking a deep breath and reassuring himself it's nothing negative.

Saiki just hopes he has enough time to complete your bucket list with you.

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cloudcountry · 11 months

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Holy crow congratulations on 1k my dude! 🎉 I freaking love your writing so much! I'm constantly giggling or bouncing around and your writing lives in my head rent free how are you so talented?! I'm so so sorry this is kinda last minute but if you're still accepting requests for the event may I request Lilia + hostage please? Congrats again and I hope you have a lovely day/night/morning! Stay safe out there!

THIS IS THE LAST ONE :((( tbh i had so many requests roll in that i'm a bit relieved BUT ALSO DONT GET ME WRONG this was a fun event and i loved loved loved talking to all of you!!! please feel free to drop by my inbox if you ever want to <3

ANYWAYS!!!! hello anon!!! :D thank you so much!!!!!

aM!Q?>?!?>@ UM i started writing quite a while ago actually so i guess practice?? UM IDK HELP IM SO GLA DYOU LIKE MY WRITING THAT MUCH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW PEOPLE ENJOY IT WHHAHHAWHAHWAHA

PLS don't apologize!! last minute isn't late <3 i hope your day or night as lovely as well, make sure you take care of yourself!! <33

this takes place when silver was a child!! C:

LILIA VANROUGE + HOSTAGE (1k event details)

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“Help me!” you cry, hiding under a blanket form as you shake in your fairytale getup, “Oh please! Won’t somebody save me from this fearsome dragon?!”

“Rawr!” Lilia yells, arms outstretched and fingers curled threateningly, “I’m the big evil dragon that looooves eating little knights!”

You hear Silver giggle from behind the couch, but neither you nor Lilia acknowledge it. He puts on quite the show of trying to find the small human, even going so far as to lift a vase and scratch his head in mock confusion.

You watch as Silver clambers over the back of the couch, wooden sword in hand. He brandishes it with a grin and nods at you as if to say, “don’t worry. I’m here to save you.”

You smile back.

Lilia hums loudly as he continues to search for Silver, proclaiming all the ways in which he could gobble him up. You almost choke on your spit when Lilia makes a comment about eating Silver’s nose, but manage to keep quiet.

Silver stands on the back of the couch, feet wobbling as he tries to stay steady. With a loud yell, he jumps off the back of the couch and traps Lilia in a headlock.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Lilia screeches dramatically and Silver whacks him with the sword, “Woe is me! I’ve been defeated!”

“I did it! I beat the dragon!” Silver cheers, jumping off his father and rushing towards you, “I saved you!”

“Yes you did Silver.” you smile softly, rubbing his head, “Good job. I’m so proud of you.”

#auburn's 1k event <3 #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst #disney twst #lilia vanrouge fluff #lilia fluff #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge

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river13245 · 6 months

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The Last time (Tony Stark x Reader)

Angst, no happy ending

Warning: Alcohol and Tony being an ass kinda

This was not part of the plan, nor the agenda for the night. You hadnt planned on going out and getting drunk. However when Thor and Natasha both came up to you telling you that you should go with them to the bar, you couldn't just say no.

What you didn't expect was Natasha to participate in a drinking game with Thor. The both of them had a much higher tolerance than you, since Natasha drinks more than you do. Then with Thor being an actual god his tolerance is so high that you think he will drink up the whole supply. But when they started asking you to join the game and taunting who were you to say no. If you were anything...its competitive.

Thor and Natasha both had a higher tolerance than you since you didn't drink much. It also doesn't help that Thor was a literal god and Natasha drank at every party Tony threw..which was quite often.

So after an hour or two you were drunk while they were only tipsy.

Even in your drunk state you knew this was a bad idea but before you could stop what you were doing you had knocked on Tony's front door. Tony and you had an off and on relationship. The problem was he couldn't ever just commit to you.

Before you could turn to leave, the door opened and their stood tony wiping off his hands with a wrag and wearing his sweatpants and a tank top. He then looks at you "y/n"

"Tony" you said softly, Your eyes were red and wer leaning against the doorframe. "are you drunk" he asks and you shake your head but instantly regret it

He sighs "I thought we both said that we wouldnt see each other anymore." You steady yourself against the door and cross your arms glaring at him. "Yes I know that you said that..i just..I know this is a bad idea but can you please just hold me for a minute."

He nods and wraps his arms around your waist pulling you close to him. Your face rests against his neck and arms wrap around his torso. This is all you have ever wanted, all you have ever wanted was him.

You were getting lost into the moment that when he pulled away you had to force yourself not to frown. He pulls his phone out "im calling you a cab so you get home safe" you nod

Once you got home you climbed into bed and thought about all the times you would go back to each other. You always knew it would end the same way but it was like routine. It wasn't ideal but you get used to it after a while

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A month or so goes by and you had promised yourself you wouldn't go back to Tony. You had been able to keep things professional between the both of you. Everything seemed to be going fine until one night you heard a knock on your door.

You were in your pajamas watching a Disney movie when you heard the knock. The only people who ever came to your place was Natasha or Thor so when you opened the door you didn't expect to see Tony.

Especially the state he was in. Tony looked as if he had been crying, his hair was a mess and you could smell the alcohol he had been drinking. "Tony" you said in a soft voice not wanting to speak to loudly.

He placed his hands on your upper arms and looks at you "y/n I am so sorry for the way our relationship is. You mean the world to me and I don't know why I cant change for you. But I want to, I really do."

As he speaks you smell the alcohol and you know this isn't really him talking. This is how it always goes, you let him into your heart over and over again just to watch him go again. It never gets easier. He never sees the way you ache for him to love you for longer than a few days before he leaves again.

Placing my hands on the sides of your face I kiss your cheek and I repeat the words I always tell him. "its always been you Tony, I wish you would see that"

He looks at me and nods but I say something else. Something new that I haven't said before. "this is the last time I let you through my door" He kisses my lips before pulling away "this is the last time, I wont hurt you anymore."

You knew how this was going to end. But you figured why not one more time. A little love now is better than none at all right?

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How wrong you were, you had told yourself you wouldn't let it hurt you. Not anymore but when you woke one morning to find Tony packing his bag and grabbing his keys it still hurt just like all those times before. "Tony"

He freezes before turning to look at you. "y/n". Looking at him as tears fill your eyes you nod "There's someone else isn't there?" Tony refuses to look at you for a moment and that's all the confirmation you needed.

"I'm tired of asking to be the one you want. When time and time again you leave and break my heart in a blink of an eye" The hurt in your voice is very noticeable and he walks closer to you and says "I wont hurt you anymore" before placing a kiss to your cheek and walks out of the house. Leaving you behind for the last time.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x gn reader #tony stark x male reader #the last time taylor swift #river13245 #tony stark fanfiction #the avengers fanfic #angst #angst with no comfort #angst with no happy ending

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forgottenfourr · 10 months

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter nine - gone.

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warnings: angst (sorry not sorry), dissociation

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word count: 1.1k

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a/n: second written part of this series! i’m definitely not as confident with my writing when it comes to written parts so i hope i am able to portray somewhat of what yn is thinking and feeling. i know i said slight angst for this smau but i will feeling a bit silly i guess.

- x four! <3

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yn's pov:

it finally happened. the thing you've feared since the start of all this. for the first time in months, you didn't dream. you didn't dream of him. you didn't dream of the place. the place you once felt as if you could call home.

instead of the comfort and safety that usually filled every inch inside you as you finally drifted asleep, you were met with darkness. an empty shallow cavern where your happiness once was. you felt engulfed, suffocated with hopelessness and loss. there was nothing there. no trace of what once was.

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you woke up in a panicked cold sweat, feeling distant from yourself. like you were watching yourself in 3rd person. nothing felt real and you didn't want it to be real.

you kept hastily closing your eyes. trying to force yourself to sleep. hoping, begging that you'll find yourself in another dream, being greeted with the blonde's kind smile.

but it never happened. each vast attempt met with nothing but disappointment. you found yourself staring at the ceiling. too confused to cry but too sad to try and reason with yourself. to figure out why it had suddenly stopped. you continue to just lay there lost. minutes feeling like hours and the world around you growing more stale and cold by the second.

heartbroken. it was the only way you could describe what you felt. the last thing you had in your life that you felt was actually yours. that belonged to you. was gone. the boy you had spent months with had disappeared. the small things about him you grew fond of and the things you did together were now just a mere memory.

it was pathetic, really. the fact that you are so destroyed over the loss of something that wasn't even real. even though it felt so real to you. it wasn't. it was all made up and you were stupid for getting attached to the dreams in the first place. deep down you always knew that they were going to stop one day. you just didn't want to believe it. nor did you think that day would come so soon.

7 months. the dreams went on for 7 months and it wasn't nearly enough time. you still had so much left you wanted to do. so many things you still wanted to say. to experience. to feel.

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before you knew it, the sun had risen and your day was meant to begin. you only had one class today but you couldn't do it. you couldn't force yourself to get out of bed let alone sit through an hour and a half long lecture. so you continued to just lay there. wallowing in your pain and sorrow.

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seungmin was the first to notice your absence in the spared apartment space this morning. how it was 10am and you had yet to leave your bedroom. it was unusual for you.

"hey gyu?" seungmin calls out to his other roommate.

beomgyu gives a stretched-out hum in response.

"have you seen yn today? their class starts in 30 minutes and i don't think i've seen them yet." the worrying tone in seungmin's voice making beomgyu more aware of the situation.

"uh, no i don't think so. maybe they just slipped out while we were both in our rooms." beomgyu replies, trying his best to reason for your vacancy.

seungmin shakes his head. "no that's not like them," he replies sternly as he gets up and makes his way to your bedroom door, cracking it open slowly.

it took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the stark contrast of the darkness in your room to the light filling the rest of the apartment. but after a few blinks, he can clearly see your figure on your bed. your blanket wrapped tightly around you as you sit there staring at something in the distance.

"yn?" seungmin asks softly.

your eyes dart to him almost immediately, seemingly snapping you out of a trance you yourself didn't even know you were in.

you clear your coarse throat, "yeah minnie?" the pain and exhaustion are clearly evident in your tone, striking seungmin in the heart.

"are you okay? your class starts in less than 30 minutes," he asks carefully, almost too quiet for you to hear. he knew it was a stupid question, you obviously weren't okay. but in that moment, he didn't know what else to say.

you can feel your lip quiver at his simple question. you rarely cried but with seungmin and beomgyu? you crumbled almost immediately at their worried questions.

just as you were choking down your tears in order to answer, beomgyu appears at your door, taking a place next to seungmin.

"you can talk to us you know," beomgyu says warmly, "we might not say it much but we love you and we're here for you."

you felt the seal crack as warm tears began to stream down your face. a choked sob leaving your mouth soon after.

without another moment, both boys run to your side and embrace you. giving you the warmth and comfort you so desperately craved and needed at the moment.

you stayed wrapped in their arms for a long time, and neither complained. each of you needing this moment in one way or another.

it was a still and quiet morning. seungmin and beomgyu both opted to skip their classes as well, neither of them leaving your side as the hours went on. you cherish moments like these, where you realize just how loved you are. how lucky you are to call these people your friends. how willing they were to drop everything to be with you, even if they didn't know what was wrong.

you couldn't find the strength in yourself to tell them. you couldn't bare the embarrassment it would bring. and they didn't force it out of you either. they knew that if you wanted to talk about whatever was causing this pain, you would do it on your own time. all they cared about was being there for you.

it had only been a couple of hours later when jisung, minho, and soul had picked up on the fact that something was wrong and were at your doorstep, and even in the silence, you knew you were safe and loved.

yet still you yearned for the dreams, for the boy. that you knew you would feel for a long time. you had too many questions that you needed answers to. even if you weren't exactly sure how to find said answers, you needed them.

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Alright Cal, gimme Gojo + monsterfucking please :)

this one goes crazy because i actually moaned the second i got it. like i literally started shivering and i hmmmggggggjfnbjrkegmmg.

sorry in advance for how like... disgusting this is. when you sent this i could NOT stop thinking abt biblically accurate angel gojo and it sent. me into a crazy frenzy. im crying and screaming and moaning

cw: biblically accurate angel gojo, MAJOR sacrilege (we pray together while gojo finger fucks us), fingering, power dynamics, kinda god complex but also not really, im absolutely going to hell for this im immediately going to hell im almost afraid bc i was raised catholic and actually fear god so bad.

"be not afraid," he'd said, crawling into your room through the open window.

white hair and a head made of three rotating rings covered in bright blue eyes. big white wings from his back, four of them and his clothes are a plain suit, where his head connects to nothing. you can't see anything around him, nor can you register any features. it feels like his face and the rings clip in an out of each other. even though you're looking at brilliant gold rings covered in eyes, you're certain that you can make out a man, someone made in your image.

"do you know how to pray?" he asks you, extending his hands by his side. the voice, a rich tenor, seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

"yes," you respond, trying to hide the shaking of your hands. your head is tilted downward, facing the bedspread you sit on.

"kneel then, before an angel of the lord," he says, motioning to the ground in front of him.

you listen, bound by something you can only call heavenly duty. you don't dare steal another glance up at him, afraid to gaze at the beauty and might of his celestial form.

he crouches in front of you, taking your face in his two fingers and pinching your cheeks together, "he really did make you in his image," gojo says, turning your cheeks over.

you stare back with hollowed eyes. this is not the attitude of any angel you've ever imagined. the gold rings spin in accordance with the speed of his speech and you feel that they somehow indicate his emotions to you.

"the lord is obsessed with you, you know," he says, dropping your face. you immediately return to looking at the floor, hands clasped together in prayer.

"me?" you squeak.

"your species," he says quietly, like he's thinking about something. "humanity."

you nod softly, swallowing thick, "and you?"

"what about me? i'm but a messenger," he says plainly.

"humanity. are you fond of us?"

he tilts his head, still crouching in front of you. "raise your head, human."

you oblige, meeting those brilliant spinning rings of gold and blue. strangely, through all of it, you can tell that he's smiling and beautiful.

"i am," he says quietly. "but i'm quite fond of you in particular."

"me?" you squeak and he nods his celestial head.

"you."

"what's your name?" you ask.

"satoru," he answers. "to understand."

"what are you?"

he tilts his head. "an angel of the lord."

you shake yours in response. "you don't seem like one."

"have you met many other angels?" he questions, tilting his head to the side.

"no," you swallow. "but i get the feeling that you're not a proper angel."

he sighs, standing up. "you're right. i'm not a proper angel. you see, i love humanity more than i love god."

you bite your tongue, keeping your head bowed. "so who am i meant to be praying to right now, then?"

satoru shrugs his shoulders and the metal rings clink together, "me, if only because i'm in front of you."

"but i don't know you," you say, "not like i know god."

satoru gives a small laugh. "what would you like to know, then?"

you look up at him, hands still clasped together. "anything you have to tell."

satoru's hand comes up to gently cup your face. the pads of his fingers are smooth and soft. they're uncalloused and pink at the tips, like you're the first thing he's ever touched. your belly flips and satoru raises an eyebrow.

"you know, angels are not so dense as humans," he laughs lightly, running his hand from your cheek to the hair by your face. "we're inclined to see the things you can't."

"what does that mean?" you question.

"it means that i can see your desire," he says plainly, "your curiosity. your wants and wishes and feelings in the moment."

you bite the inside of your cheek.

"what you want from me, i can give you," he says softly. his voice bounces around in your head and settles between your eyebrows. "if you ask. if you pray."

your curiosity, the sin built in you from birth, leads you to listen.

"bow your head," he states. you oblige.

satoru's hands come down on your shoulders. they're warm and soft, applying pressure to your body in a touch that feels like it's made you glow. you clench your thighs together where you kneel. "our father," he starts, stepping behind you and running his hands down the sides of your arms, "who art in heaven," and over your stomach, "hallowed be thy name."

you suck in a breath when he reaches the crest of your sex, guilt and desire pooling at the base of your stomach. the light that covers you is calming, like a blessing, but you feel the tinge of sin bite at your ankles and the base of your skull.

"t-thy kingdom come," you exhale and satoru mumbles a good into your ear, pressing his fingers to your clit over your panties. "thy will be done."

"on earth," he slips a finger in and you gasp. "as it is in heaven."

he starts to slowly pump his fingers inside of you. his hand is pressed between your thighs, sandwiched because he's made no effort to spread them. still kneeling, he curls them inside of you.

"give us this day," he says, running his other hand up your side, "our daily bread."

you start to build. pressure mounts in your lower gut as he slips another finger in.

"and forgive us our trespasses," you breathe out shakily, meaning every word. it comes out like you are begging and behind you, satoru whispers his response.

"as we forgive those who trespass against us," he picks up his pace, fingers making a wet and sticky sound with each curl. you build, toes curling where they are tucked underneath you.

"and lead us not into t-temptation," you gasp, beginning to press against the wall of pleasure that's been mounting in your stomach. the coil winds tighter and you clasp your hands together tightly as if you ward off the sin that comes with this.

"but deliver us from evil," satoru says, his voice slick with a smile.

"amen," you say, the end of it cut off by the long and drawn-out whimper.

your clasped hands trembled before you unclasp them, reaching behind you to grab satoru's arm, which has snaked it's way around your neck in a possessive show of desire.

you sit up slightly, arching your back and spreading your legs to allow his hand to work deeper into you. satoru, the angel of the lord, draws out the last of your orgasm from deep within you, curling his long fingers at a steady pace until you collapse back onto his chest with a heaving sigh.

"if you plan to ask for forgiveness," he says quietly, letting you catch your breath against his chest, "ask it from me."

"why?" you pant.

"because i'd love to say a hail mary with you."

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #BYE this is SO DISGUSTING IM SOF JRKEAG;NVRJKELAGNR #moannning #also side note #but i rewrote this prompt like FOUR TIMES bc my initial thought was biblically accurate angel gojo #but i wanted to write freaky freaky octopus stuff #obviously i settled on the angel bc MOAAANSSSSSS #god i desire him SO BADLY #tw: monsterfucking #tw: sacrilege #[ 📕 – writing ]

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