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motelofmermaids · 2 months

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i barely see gentle anakin skywalker… so… i am introducing it to y’all! rots anakin (lord have mercy) ❥ (+18)

anakin skywalker is unpredictable, in more ways than one—always leaving your breath caught in your chest.

he was rough in his voice, he had a strong sense of force. you knew that, he stood tall and confident… been through the darkest of days, the darkness of his life. he was cold because of that, never quite letting anyone in as much as he did with obi-wan. but you were different, and he knew that from the beginning. when you were sitting across from him in the jedi council, being only two years younger than him—the second youngest person to hold a position on the council—he knew you were different. you were soft in all ways. your voice, gentle. your eyes so sweet and smile just as warm when looking at everyone. including him.

you were the one that was there to arrest chancellor palpatine when anakin was at his lowest, fighting the dark side, slowly succumbing to the manipulation. you were there to give him a voice, allowing him to use it when the council fought so hard to refuse. he was head over heels, always around you. he smiled more, spoke up more—joked around, even. and eventually, he was not afraid of you being a little too close, was not afraid of your touch burning his skin—he was not afraid of receiving true love, because he was no longer afraid of losing you like he had lost his mother.

he stood tall and strong, but he was no longer cold and dark. anakin conveyed this in many ways, more specifically when you were beneath him. with a hand on your hip, his other, robotic arm, rested up against your head, his elbow digging into the pillow to hold himself up—too afraid to put too much weight on you, so afraid to break you like fine china.

he’d go slow, so excruciatingly slow. you’d beg out quiet sobs. ‘ani, please… ani, you can go faster,’ and how he loved your sings of utter submission. kissing up your neck, breathing so heavily into your ear. he’d leave you shaking, tears prickling your eyes because anakin was gentle, treating you like the most vulnerable thing as he shielded you with his body, fucking you with such fervor. wasn’t afraid to moan, show you just how much he craved your entire being. you were his religion, the way you whimpered and cried against the ghost of his lips—and god, he loved your lips. loved seeing his thumb trace it, loved seeing his fingers push in, pull out, push in until you were drooling around them.

anakin talks you through it so well, knows what to say to get you clenching around him, eyelashes fluttering as he stares into your pretty doe eyes. cannot help it, he argues, the way your whole body floats and blushes and glows when he calls you a ‘pretty girl,’ when he’s telling you ‘god… fuck—you take it so well, good girl.’ you were irresistible. he did it even when he’d be doing all the work, turning you into a sweet puddle of mess. he’d tell you how good you were doing. he craved the reaction. the praise he gave you, it made him feel powerful.

he’d mumble heavy i love you’s into your thighs, exploring every crevice, mapping out every single detail of a body he wants to engrave behind his eyelids. loved the way your fingers would twitch and pull his hair when his tongue would have you soaring and hiccuping out the most divine sounds. you were an angel, he’d conclude, every time his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he cannot get enough you, he never will, and he conveys it in multiple ways. anakin skywalker is gentle.

#kel’s concepts ♡︎#anakin skywalker loves you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x you #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin imagine #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #i did not proofread this #but i love him so much

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poetrylesbian · 11 months

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a little poem i wrote super quickly this morning while procrastinating uni work

#julia makes a post #poetry #julia writes poetry #i did NOT proofread this

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mornsri · 5 months

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choso harbors an unintentional quirk that leaves you raising an eyebrow – and stifling a giggle.

initially, you dismissed it as a consequence of binge-watching one too many supernatural thrillers. eyes in the darkness of your bedroom, tracking your every move, especially as you drifted off to sleep. yet, upon closer inspection, you discerned that the eyes were unique—they belonged to choso.

you turn on the lamp on your bedside table, ready to chalk it up to your imagination, thinking there's no way choso would break into your room just to sit in the dark and watch you sleep. surprise and shock are written all over your face when the room illuminates, revealing choso with a constipated expression reminiscent of edward cullen's brooding look from the first twilight movie.

it's undeniably creepy, but there's an innocence about it that’s endearing.

choso, being only half human, hadn’t quite grasped the nuances of human behavior. his eyes were fixated on you, the intensity of his gaze prompting your nervous laughter.

"choso, what on earth are you doing?"

he blinks, as if snapped out of a trance, tilting his head inquisitively. "i was… watching. you sleeping. it's fascinating. where do you go? what happens in your dreams?"

suddenly, you find the situation utterly adorable. here's choso, part human, grappling with the mysteries of sleep. trying to suppress your laughter, you pat the empty space beside you. "come here, and i'll tell you all about dreams."

with a mixture of curiosity and innocence, choso joins you, sitting cross-legged on the bed. as you do your best to explain the dreams you’ve had and the scientific aspects of sleep in humans.

the constipated look on his face thankfully disappears.

#choso x reader #choso x you #choso kamo #choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk choso #choso is a weirdo #but we love him anyways #i did not proofread this #so you get what you get

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stxrslxt · 3 months

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so i personally think john b absolutely loves it when his girl wears her hair in french braids 😵‍💫 he just thinks it’s absolutely adorable (and makes you look more fuckable)

I personally agree!!

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him immediately drooling the moment you walk out the bathroom with your little braids in. you pretend like you don’t know what’s going on.

“don’t do that baby,” he groans, standing behind you, boner very much apparent as it presses against your ass.

“don’t do what?” you quip, whipping your head around, serving to bring more attention the your cute little hairstyle.

“pretend like you’re not drivin’ me crazy,” he’d chuckle. you turn around to retort but before you can speak he’s pushing you down onto your knees so that your face is level with his painful-looking hard on.

“you started it baby…” he’d shrug, a little smirk blushing on his lips before he brings his hand down to guide your head.

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#anon ⛦#john b prompt #john b smut #i did not proofread this #stxrslut writes

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deus-lapidis · 9 months

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Forever and always.

— Diluc’s Wedding Layout [modern]

Characters: Diluc x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

A/N: this is written for @hiraya-rawr as a specialty treat in hopes of bringing her some joy. Therefore it was crafted with a female reader in mind, but imo, fuck gender norms and read it if you want to read it, as long as you’re comfortable <3

I’m also really sorry for being like…dead.. streaming and irl matters have consumed my time and genshin hasn’t been a bit tiring. I’m very hyped about Fontaine though!

Preparation and Planning [hehe…PP]

The attire

Diluc likes to spoil you. He has the money from his family business and on what else should he be spending it on if not on things that conjure such a sweet smile on your face :>

Though he cannot come with you to pick out your wedding dress, he makes sure that at least one of his maids will accompany you and of course bear his request in mind; for his lover to get nothing but the best, the finest and the most extraordinary to match your person!

Whatever you wish for, he will absolutely fund. Pearls or dainty jewels, lace or maybe silk, a veil or maybe a crown even? It will be yours, just say the word.

When it comes to his suit picking though, he has his brother tagging along with Venti and Rosaria, since they all invited themselves to the attire picking occasion. They spent so much time with the dawn winery heir that they practically HAVE to join in.

They make lots of stupid remarks though and poke fun, while having champagne, so Diluc also decides to confide in his childhood friend Jean and her little sister Barbara, texting the siblings to ask for their opinion.

They settle on a classy and sleek looking black suit with a few bronze touches that remind of his coat.

He gets a bit emotional once seeing himself in his wedding attire, cause then it really sinks in. He’s here. Picking out the suit that he’s gonna wear to his wedding, to YOUR wedding. Oh my god, he’s gonna marry you. You, the love of his life and his beloved partner ohdeararchons—

The bubbling champagne glasses of his cheery friends clink, a toast in the background, as he himself — refraining from alcohol while picking out such important garments — puts on his fifth potential wedding suit. The previous ones have been quite beautiful, but not to his taste in the end and he strived for your wedding to be absolutely perfect. While he was absentmindedly buttoning his black dress shirt, his thoughts drifted to you, his lovely fiancée. A small smile stretched out on his lips, one that he couldn’t fight when he thought of you, his ears dusted pink when he allowed himself to picture you in a wedding gown. Archons, was he ever so smitten.

The wedding cake

You two go to a local, fancy bakery to taste test and assemble your dream wedding cake.

That part was far less nerve wrecking, since it also sort of felt like a sweet date. You two were spending time at the bakery together and while he was actually never that fond of sweets, he enjoyed a lot of the cakes.

He watched you with his gentle vermilion gaze, he was utterly and hopelessly smitten <3

Well frankly said he also found that they tasted a lot better, since you were insisting on feeding him the different cake flavours :)

You settled on a dark chocolate cake, since it seemed to be a rather classic flavour, rich and bittersweet.

The sweet scents of cake samples waft through the tasting room, you sitting there with him and gleefully trying the next flavour.

“Mhm! Diluc, try this. I think you’ll like it.” You lifted the fork to his lips, offering your fiancé a bite of coffee cake, gently prodding his mouth with the utensil.

He chuckled at your gesture, smitten eyes gazing at you in amusement, before accepting the bite and letting the cake melt on his tongue.

He really could get used to this.

The actual wedding:

Boy, he’s so nervous.

So here’s the thing, his father had always been an anchor for him for anxious moments in his young years, Crepus being there to validate and reassure his son. During adulthood he found himself bottling things up and managing just fine, yet in this moment, he feels like a vulnerable young boy again. Yes, he’s suited up for his adult wedding with his very adult beloved. His once innocent eyes, now matured over time, staring back at him in the mirror, his strong facial features of an unshakable man and yet he feels so young and helpless.

His brother had to come and calm him down a little, even almost resorting to calling you via phone to help his awkward redhead brother relax, but they ended up managing on their own.

(Venti put on a stupid song and Diluc’s nervousness easily transformed into stressed aggravation.)

The first look had him in tears. He’s quite sniffly, but he’s trying to contain himself for the sake of the wedding and his image. Truthfully, he’s really excited to marry you. You are wonderful inside and out and he can’t wait for you to be his and for him to be yours.

As soon as he (somewhat) recovered, he opted to wrap his arms around you, forehead pressing against yours, as he whispers sweet nothings to you.

“I love you. My darling.”

Finally, it was was ceremony time! Tears were shed. A lot of them. Vows were exchanged through more tears and croaked out chuckles.

The kiss was chaste and loving, just utterly perfect, a perfect start for your married life.

Bennett cried, Razor was happy to be included, Klee was the little flower girl, Fischl was ??? Oz was translating.

Kaeya held the absolutely most perfect speech as the best man. More tears were shed. Both because of gooey soft feelings and just utter amusement at his funny remarks and embarrassing Diluc anecdotes.

The first dance was a dreamy but nervous waltz, Diluc’s refined training as a young boy slipping out as he lead you. Gently swirling you while his own eyes focused on your shared joy, smiling ever so softly at you in an absolutely love drunk fashion.

Diluc offered you his hand, leading you to the dance floor when his brother announced the first dance of the newlyweds.

Pulling you closer to his body, he placed one hand on your waist, while the other held your right hand, he smiled encouragingly when you placed your left hand on his shoulder.

You followed his steps, swaying and twirling to the familiar music. Your eyes never breaking away from each other, smitten love radiating from the both of you.

He looked incredibly handsome like this, hair out of his face, lips curled upwards in happiness. You never wanted to forget this moment.

In his eyes, your bright smile was something to be engraved and tucked away into his heart forever.

Eventually the music died down, leaving you two swaying in each other’s arms happily, him pressing a kiss on your forehead, before resting his head against yours.

“I love you. Forever and always.”

#i did not proofread this #hi i’m back #diluc fluff #genshin fluff #diluc x reader #genshin impact diluc #diluc ragnvindr

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eusion · 6 months

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪&team hyung line taking care of u while ur drunk ⌒☆

pairing ⌒☆ &team hyung line x reader

word count ⌒☆ 1.5k

note ⌒☆ i got carried away at the end. very fun to write.,. my thoughts are consuming me.

k ⌒☆

"u should come! everyone is here!" k says loudly over the phone, clearly drunk. it was only 9pm, way too early to be this intoxicated, but u decided to go stop by since u have major fomo. once u get to the bar, k can spot u from a mile away. u watch as he politely shoves past bodies to make his way towards u, the biggest smile always plastered onto his lips as he repeatedly calls out ur name. once he reaches u, ur hands lock together & ur now following diligently behind the tall man to his table with ur friends.

from the moment he ended the call with u he decided to stop drinking for the night. one thing about k is that he gets sober very quick. after an hour, his vision begins to be less blurry. hes now in observation mode, watching as u start downing drinks & being more loose with ur friends. he always gives u a call u in times like this & whenever u do stop by to have a few shots 'with' him, it never fails to make him the happiest man in the world. however, u always wonder why he never drinks when u visit & why hes the only sober one at the end of the night...

"i can take her home" u hear through the loud music & ringing of ur ears. there is a large chorus of drunken agreements, cups clanking against each other afterwards. u look up through ur eyelashes from ur seat, k standing above u with his hand held out, a small smile painted onto his face. hes holding the jacket u left on ur chair along with the bag u tossed onto the floor earlier. u lazily get up, grabbing onto his wrist before standing up & waving ur goodbyes to ur friends. the walk to the car was mainly silent, carefully guiding u into the passengers side while making sure u dont hit ur head on the roof. "thank u for taking me home... again..." u mumble with ur eyes shut, ur favorite music playing in the car. he hums in response, "its no problem at all. id do it anytime". suddenly u begin to understand why hes always sober by midnight.

fuma ⌒☆

he offers to accompany u on ur late night endeavors with friends & u agree since its been a while since u two have been out together for a nice drink. however, fuma knows that every time he goes out with u for a 'drink', he ends up becoming the dd. he never really minds it since hes content being the one that keeps u safe and sound at the end of the night. knowing that ur in good hands is enough to keep him satisfied.

watching as u down shot after shot, he takes notice of how red ur cheeks gradually get, how much u sway back and forth after a shot & how clingy u become, ur fingers poking at his cheek every few minutes. he shakes his head and sighs in endearment as he watches u become more extroverted compared to the beginning of the night. a few more shots in, ur head is fully planted against his shoulder, hands limp and eyes half closed. sometimes a small mumble comes from ur lips, and although he has no idea what ur saying each time, he will always respond with a reassuring "i know".

"time to go?" he whispers into ur ear, face right next to urs. this is his fifth time saying it this night & each time u manage fight back with some sort of disagreement. as ur rebuttals start to become weaker, his body becomes crouched down in front of u ready to lend u his back for a small ride. on the nights u cant seem to bring urself to get up, he has no problem picking u up bridal style & carry u to his car. small protests can be heard from u as u get carried out of the establishment and into the vehicle. "i know, i know..." he says again in response, gently placing u in the passengers seat & carefully buckling u in before placing his jacket over ur lap.

nicholas ⌒☆

as u take ur seventh vodka shot of the night, u immediately regret it once it starts tunneling down ur throat. u slam the glass on the table, tapping out immediately after saying that was ur last shot of the night. u get up & wobble ur way over to any open spot on the sofa, plopping cozily between two random people & casually sparking up conversation with anyone in the vicinity. u spot ur friend prancing over to u with a wine cooler in their hand, crouching down and feeding it to u like it was water.

"is she okay?" ur eyes dart around, eyes locking onto a man with a mullet talking to the random beside u. the stranger shrugs in response to his question. hes now staring at u, a grin pulling at his lips as he makes his way over to u after he sees that ur now conscious. "now that ur up, take this" he hands u another shot that he just happened to have on hand, his grin turning into something u recognize as evil almost. u groan in response, feeling the vodka from earlier starting to come up from the thought of u drinking any more. ur eyebrows furrow once u hear him starting to laugh, his head cocking to the side in a taunting way. "poor baby cant take another? ive seen u take more, dont stop now".

u regret yet another shot, hovering over the toilet with ur hair pushed back. u were extremely competitive and never backed down from a challenge. the way the man teased u in that moment made ur blood shoot up straight into ur head. u stood up so quick that u almost toppled over right in front of him. luckily, u didnt make a complete fool of urself, his quick instincts saving u as he held u up with his free hand placed on the small of ur back. all u could do was shoot him a glare, bringing his wrist up to ur face and sipping the drink straight from the hand that was equipped with the glass. u suddenly remembered his name after taking that shot. "done for the night?" nicholas questions from behind u, ur hair gathered gently in one of his palms, the other free hand rubbing ur back. u give him a weak nod followed by a thumbs up & a small chuckle was given in response. "ill be here all night, dont worry"

euijoo ⌒☆

"hes kinda cute" u say absentmindedly, staring at the tall man with the plum hair that was a few steps away. u watched him for the majority of the night, admiring how his eyes lit up during conversations & how wide his smile gets when his friends start cracking jokes. ur friend gives u a small nudge at ur side before passing u a shot. "hes in ur department, doesnt hurt to go say hi" u immediately nod & take the shot for the courage, standing right up before immediately sitting back down. u cant bring ur legs to work in this situation. maybe u need more to drink? "pour me a couple more, then ill go up"

u havent moved at all from ur seat on the couch. ur jacket came off, ur head is in the crook of ur elbow and ur six shots deep. ur friends teasingly remark after each shot how u havent had the courage to get up to talk to the man. what was so difficult about this one? ur thought was rudely interrupted by loud cheers coming from the kitchen, head darting up to look around to see what the commotion was about. "looks like ur man lost rage cage..." ur eyes slowly start to widen as u begin to realize what that meant, watching as he hesitantly started to pick up the bitch cup from the center of the table. he did not want to drink whatever terrible concoction it was, his face being the most dissatisfied uve seen all night. ur legs start moving on their own & within a couple of seconds ur posted up right in front of him, calmly grabbing the cup and downing it.

the rest of the night was a complete blur. the last thing u remember was seeing his face right in front of urs, a look of real concern painted on his features, but all u could notice was how his eyes lit up the same way from before. now ur passed out in a random room, blanket covering ur body, a tall glass of water and a plastic bag right beside u. ur eyes slowly start to open, rolling over to check ur phone for the time; 9am. surprisingly, u feel alright even after that night. u sit up, groaning as u begin to stretch ur arms above ur head. u look around and see ur false eyelashes gently placed on a napkin with a few scribbles on it. "thank u for saving me... i hope u feel ok later. wake me up if u need anything - euijoo" read the napkin. u quickly look down from the bed and find that same plum haired boy sleeping calmly on the floor with a few used makeup wipes in his hand.

#andteam #andteam scenarios #&team #&team nicholas #&team fuma #&team k #&team euijoo #&team x reader #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team scenarios #i did not proofread this #just thinking

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mysouleaten · 2 months

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WHY YOU!? NOT ME!?

PLATONIC! takemichi x teen! reader

summary... takemichi thought the letter from the philippines was from manjiro sano but instead of him it was his daughter..

warnings... angst, hurt/no comfort, death, manila timeline, name is jealous of takemichi, mentions of blood, guns, mention of child neglect, teen!reader

an... this is my first time writing angst so bear with me! lol

takemichi stood in front of the broken and abandoned building

he lets out a shaky breath and ventures into the building with one goal in mind to find mikey

takemichi hoped over a crumbled ledge 'this will be the first time ill see mikey's future self!'

he then took the broken stairs that had metal rods poking out from the bottom and littered trash on top, 'I wonder how he turned out? maybe he hasn't changed..'

takemichi pants from all this climbing and walking he had to do, he rubbed his sweat away from his forehead "these ruins are huge!"

'... when I meet him.. what will I even say..?'

takemichi didn't even realize how this meeting would be a huge mistake for him in the near future...

"takemichi?.."

takemichi whipped his head around to the sound of his name being called

mikey- ..no someone else was sitting on a large scrap pile, looking at him with a sad smile on their lips

"mikey?" takemichi asked hesitantly

the teen[!?] in front of him gave out a light laugh, yeah.. that wasn't mikey, whoever this was, looked, like mikey but much more feminine. she shared the same empty dark eyes and had somewhat of the same facial features as mikey..

"are you.. takemitchy hanagaki..?" she tilted her head to the side and spoke with a soft-spoken voice, ..he almost missed it

he swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth and answered "yes..that's me- but..uh its 'takemichi' "

her frown turned back into that light smile "really? dad always calls you 'takemitchy' "

takemichi's eyebrows raise in shock "dad?"

she hummed "yeah.. manjiro ..manjiro sano?"

takemichi started to tear up and quickly rubbed them away with his wrist, he didn't want to cry in front of mikey's kid.. ugh why was he so emotional from seeing her?... was it because she looked a lot like him..?

she rested her cheek against the palm of her hand and kept that same soft smile "huh, you really are the crybaby that my father described, haha"

the way she had said it wasn't one of mockery but admiration

"don't worry, me and you share that-- being a lot more sensitive, I would always cry over little things too" she mentioned

takemichi blicked a couple of times--almost cartoony-like-- and he lightly chucked at that fact

but her light smile that held warmth faded away into a frown much like mikey's.. they just looked so alike..

" I brought you here to stop my dad from getting you to do him a 'favor' " she spoke in a gloomy tone

"a- a favor?" takemichi questioned

she didn't elaborate on this 'favor' she got up and stood upon the scrap pile-- the light from above shown down onto her and a jingle from her red and black hanafuda earrings that he only now noticed

"my dad is still in japan, with my uncle.. I was the one who wrote you that letter to get you to come here"

"huh?! why? what wa-" takemichi was stumbling over his words and failed to notice how the younger sano had made her way right in front of him with a heavy frown

she stood tall in front of him with her hands in the pockets of her black pants, she gave him a nasty glare

from this glare alone takemichi shivered, the younger sano glared at him like he had done a horrible sin

takemichi wanted to shout, he wanted his answers answered! he wanted to know if mikey really killed mitsuya! he wanted to know why he-!

the younger sano grabbed a fist full of the front of his shirt and slammed him down onto the dirt below, crouching over him, with her knee slammed into his stomach he wheezed from the air getting knocked out of him so harshly. takemichi guessed that [he doesn't even know mikey's kid's name..] strength was mikeys genes passed down to this sano... damn! that hurt.. !!

takemichi finally comprehends that a gun has been shoved against his cheek in a threatening matter

"WHY ARE YOU ACTING SO- SO OBLIVIOUS!? LIKE YOU AREN'T THE PROBLEM!??" she yelled in his face, this was a complete one-eighty of her personality

takemichi's eyes filled up with tears and he looked away from her and saw a gun lying in reach

she looked towards the direction of the gun before looking back at him and digging the gun farther into his face-- he winces at this

"you gonna kill me? grab that gun and shoot me before I blow your damn brains out" the sanos voice lowered

takemichi didn't even realize he had his eyes shut tight before he opened them. the feeling of droplets falling onto his face

he looked up into the dark eyes of the younger sano, they were filled with so many tears, and more fell onto his face

"you- you.." she hiccuped "why the hell ..does my dad have so much admiration for you..?"

"huh? why are you so.. special to him!?" she shoved the gun harsher into his cheek

"why- why.. couldn't he look at me like that?.. why does he hold more love for you! then me!!" she blurted out "what did you do for him? huh!? you- you left him!.. you-I.."

takemichi couldn't say anything to the crying teen above him, those empty eyes showed the broken sadness within

"please lets.. lets ta-"

BANG

BANG!

BANG!!

the younger sano fell over when blood had splattered onto takemichi's face

the gun falling out of her hands

"are you ok!?? takemichi!!? did mikey hurt you?!" naoto yelled while holding his own hands on his gun

takemichi looked over at him with shock and then whipped his head to the side to see the younger sanos body on her side with three defined bullet holes, blood soaking her white sweater

"sano!!" takemichi screamed as he leaped to hold up her body from the dirty ground, "takemich! don't go near..him..?"

naoto paused from running to takemichi and looked at the person who takemichi was trying to stop the blood from escaping their body

naoto's heart dropped at the sight of...a teen.. in takemichi's arms. naoto then had looked down at the gun that he assumed manjiro sano was holding... the lock safety was active..

naoto felt sick..and dizzy..

"sano! sano!!" takemichi screamed, holding the younger sanos cooling body.. he looked at his blood-soaked hands and clutched the sano's body close while screaming with agony

she violently coughed up blood that is filling her throat "t-takemitchy..? can..can I call you that..?"

"yes, yes..sure! sano..oh my god.." takemichi cried, his hot tears spilling from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and onto the younger sanos forehead

takemichi shakenly brushed away the tears from her forehead, smudging blood into her hair in the process

"e-everything is going to be o-ok! sano-"

"[name].. that's m-my name.. please c-call me that.." she coughed

takemichi finally got to find out mikey's daughter's name... he just wished it was in a better circumstances..

"okay.. [name]- im so..so sorry..I can't- I can't stop the blood..!"

she gave out a quiet laugh "why ..are you so w-worried about me..?"

takemichi couldn't answer that...

"the..'favor' m-my dad want..ed from you.. was to kill him" [name] shakenly explained

takemich's breath hitched, "he.. killed- cough! - all the old..members of t-toman.. he w-wanted it all to 'end' .. he was going to leave me...takemitchy.. I didn't want.. him to leave me.. I-I.."

she coughed again making her body shake in pain in his hands

"shhhh..shh.." takemichi cradled the crying sano in his arms, rocking her gently back and forth

"I-I thought.. if..if I could kill you you would..n't be able to k-kill my dad! and m-maybe..maybe he would focus a-all his attention on me!.. and-and.."

"shhh.. it's ok.. it's ok.." takemichi whispered and hugged her body closer resting his cheek on the top of her head still rocking her gently back and forth

she used her last strength to clutch the front of takemichi's shirt for comfort before sobbing, hiccuping, and coughing blood onto him

"takemitchy..your hand is.. so warm...."

"[name]?? [name].. please.. answer me" takemichi sobbed

taglist ... @kokoch4n3l

:D soooo...? uh how was that? did I do a good job at writing angst? ngl this DRAINED me to write lol, maybe ill just stick to fluff

anyway did you guys catch any easter eggs in my story? ig their kinda of like parallels ??? i dunno how to name them..

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throneofsapphics · 7 months

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haunt me like the wind that blows (part 3)

Feysand x f!Reader

(part one) (part two)

Summary: it wasn’t really a nightmare, it felt more like a gift. Even with the pain, her subconscious was the only place she could taste freedom.

Warnings: dark feysand, toxic relationships, dubcon, kidnapping, nightmares, non-consensual bondage, references to suicide attempt, a bit of smut, gaslighting probably, minors dni!

Word Count: ~2.7k

A/N: this is going to be the last part! please mind the warnings

Seconds after she breached the wards of Velaris, a familiar hand clenched around her wrist - tight enough pain lanced through her hand, and she wondered if he’d break her wrist.

“Feyre said you could be trusted,” he purred, “but I knew better.”

The wind, the beautiful and cruel wind whipped around her face, the ends of her hair rising. She could taste it - the freedom on the horizon. Then - gone. She was alone. She stumbled back, eyes wide as she glanced around her. Had she imagined it? Bruises circled her wrist and it still ached as she clutched it to her chest.

“No, that was real.” Rhys crooned.

“Leave me-”

“Alone, yes I know.” His voice took on a cruel tone. “Let’s see if you survive the night, monsters worse than me are out there.”

Gods. Gods. She was so screwed. She wouldn’t put it past him to unleash something. Something to haunt her, to scare her into coming back. “Anything is better than with you.” Y/n taunted, unable to control herself. A snarl echoed through her mind, but she took off into the night. Maybe this was just a game, but she’d be a fool not to take the chance. But where to go? She didn’t doubt that word spread of her in Vallahan, of the rogue mate to the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court.

Branches whipped against her arms and legs, small cuts scraping against her but she didn’t care. All pain was drowned out as she sprinted, as fast and far as she could. Temporary freedom was better than nothing. She would take anything she could get at this point.

“You really think you’ll manage without us, don’t you?” Feyre’s voice echoed in her mind - and she didn’t know if it was real or not. Reality seemed to warp around her - the trees shifting in unnatural rhythms, the ground shifting underneath her - rolling like waves of the sea as she struggled to balance. Any trees she tried to grip for balance shifted out of her way. Y/n fell down a hill, tumbling and barely covering her head as she fell -

“Y/n,” a voice shouted, overtaking everything else. Hands braced her shoulders, shaking her awake. This voice was real. She knew that. “Wake up love.” She groaned, rolling away and tugged at her wrists. Chains - still sleeping with the chains on. Her eyes blinked open, spotting Feyre leaning over her, Rhys’s hand stroking down her arm.

“You had a nightmare,” she brushed her finger over her hand. Y/n glanced down at her bare arms - no cuts or scrapes, no evidence of her wilderness ‘adventure.’ Did they plant this one inside of her, to give her some kind of sick hope? Neither of them replied, or gave any indication they were listening to her thoughts and she let out a slow breath.

“I wouldn’t have them if you took these off,” she mumbled. At least they’d lined the interior with something soft, after Feyre protested about the bruises on her wrists.

Her eyes glazed over, and y/n knew she was speaking to Rhys. Feyre had always been a bit … softer, maybe she would argue on her behalf. A few minutes passed as she chewed on her bottom lip. Rhys let out an exasperated sigh behind her, but the chains unlocked and she forced herself not to yelp out of excitement.

“On a trial.” Rhys warned, flipping her around to face him. His eyes had darkened, a clear warning that if she tried anything, worse consequences would face her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She spoke softly. Maybe it made her weak, but sleeping in those damned chains had worn her down and she would have begged on her knees to be free of them. Captive. She thought she was trapped before, but it was nothing compared to this. Eyes she couldn’t see followed her everywhere, and anytime she spotted something remotely sharp - it disappeared. If she ate with a butter knife, Rhys or Feyre watched her the entire time. Even the cups and glasses had been charmed not to break.

A clash clattered across the floor as tea spilt on the kitchen tiles. Rhys winnowed into the room within seconds. His eyes shifted between the cup on the floor, and her face.

“I dropped it, I promise.” She nearly wailed at the dark look on his face. She felt him rifling through her mind, and gave a nod after deciding she was being truthful. A snap of his fingers cleaned the liquid up, the mug disappearing.

“You need to be careful my love,” he said in a soft voice, gathering her in his arms. “We don’t want you getting hurt.” Or hurting yourself, went unsaid. He made her sit, brewing her another cup and almost made her feel loved. It was all a game, everything was a game to earn her trust and wear her back down. At least she told herself that.

The memory faded, and she hadn’t realized she was facing Feyre again, her back pressed firmly against Rhys’s chest, his hands wrapped around her waist as Feyre rubbed out her wrists. Like she would every morning. Always checking to see if she could feel everything, if anything was injured - like it wasn’t them inflicting any injuries.

“Aren’t you going to thank us?” the High Lady teased her.

“Thank you.” She said quickly, not wanting to risk anything.

“Such good manners when you get what you want.” Rhys’s sleepy voice came from behind her. She loved that voice, when he was soft and gentle - first thing in the morning or in the middle of the night. Loved. Y/n threw that word out of her mind. No love for them, nothing redeemable about them.

“Sleep.” Feyre ordered both of them, “I’ll take the nightmares away,” her hand kissed the inside of her wrist. But - it wasn’t really a nightmare, it felt more like a gift. Even with the pain, her subconscious was the only place she could taste freedom. How sad everything had become, how painful of a trap she fell in. She thought of everything she lost, of everything gone to her. Gone with the wind, swept away at every moment.

When she woke, alone, the sun was already shining, and she rose, a genuine smile on her face for the first time in months - but something pulled at her. Chains. Gods was that a dream too? But, they were longer this time, long enough she could reach the side table. A note placed on it.

We had to leave early, we’ll come back as soon as we can.

Tears spilled, dripping down on the paper and smudging the ink. The best dream she’d had in months, and it was soured. But, her favorite book and a still-warm mug of tea sat on the side table, within reach. She could indulge in this small kindness, just this once.

They returned at the same time, looking pleased to see the book propped on her knees, one hand holding her page open as the other held her mug.

“I told you she’d be happy.” Feyre elbowed Rhys. Maybe happy was an overstatement. The male rolled his eyes.

“I still like her in chains.” Feyre hummed an agreement. Speaking of her like an object. That’s all she was to them.

“You’re our mate.” Feyre frowned at her. “If you’re not going to be grateful …”

A few minutes later, she was spitting out apologies and thank you’s as Feyre’s hand landed on her ass, her body draped over her knees. She would pause, letting Rhys run his hands over her already bruised ass. His hand slipped between her legs, and she fought back tears of embarrassment as he felt how wet she was.

How sick was she that this turned her on? At being punished for her thoughts.

“How else would we correct them?” Rhys’s voice entered her mind. “It’s alright to feel this way,” he spread her arousal over the small abrasions on her ass, and she winced as it stung. “The bruises will remind you.”

The chains unlocked, but the freedom was temporary as her hips were dragged back, and she was shoved to her knees in front of Feyre, her legs spreading, dress hiked up around her hips with nothing underneath. “Take your reward now.” She cooed, one hand on the back of her hair, guiding her towards her core. She wanted to fight and protest, but the temptation and taste of her was too much. The desire to please her mate was so ingrained in her that sometimes she couldn’t resist it, and this was a way to alleviate it - a less harmful way, she justified to herself.

Three months passed before she could wake alone and unchained. A treasure, and she prized herself on earning back that trust. But, she shoved that thought deep down - in a place nobody could reach. The thought was filled with a sense of vindication, and the last thing she needed was them catching wind of that feeling.

She moved silently, sneaking through the halls how she’d learned, and heard voices coming from one of the small dining rooms.

“That could work.” Feyre said. “It would keep her here.”

Keep her? How? Hadn’t they already done everything to keep her?

“I have to go,” Rhys said and a chair shoved back she quickly took a few quiet strides back, before reapproaching with louder footsteps - the ones they’d become accustomed to hearing.

Rhys exited just as she approached, a smile curving on his face as he spotted her and wrapped one arm around her waist, tugging her into his chest. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips, “Good morning.”

“Good morning.” She repeated, forcing some inflection into her voice. Not overly so, but enough for it to come off as natural.

“You enjoyed your gift?”

“Thank you.” The smile actually did reach her eyes.

“You’ve been so good.” He ran a thumb over her cheek, brushing across her lips.

“You’re going to be late. Rhys.” Feyre said from the doorway, shooting her a smile. “Want to go to the markets today?”

She nodded eagerly, picking up any crumbs they would string out for her, and tried not to despise herself for it. Feyre had a pleased expression on her face at her excitement, and Rhys reluctantly released her.

“I’m the High Lord. I’m never late.” He muttered, but winked at her as he winnowed away.

Feyre’s grip on her was tight as they walked through the city streets, arm in arm. Not giving her an inch unless she allowed it, but she would take it. No familiar faces, either. Some she recognized as old neighbors, ones who used to work with her in town, but their eyes glazed right over her as if she didn’t exist.

Her mouth opened once, as if to try and call out to them, but she couldn’t find her voice. As she met Feyre’s eyes, there was a warning glare there. Don’t talk to anyone. Feyre didn’t have to speak the words for her to understand the message. She swallowed and gave her a nod. Immediately, her expression lightened and she reached over to squeeze her arm, stopping for the next person to greet her.

Popular, Feyre was incredibly popular with her people, they loved her. If only they could see how she is behind closed doors, the wicked cruelness and quickly shifting moods. What her love really looks like.

“And who is this?” An older female smiled, her face lined with wrinkles - hair just starting to silver. As soon as she’d acknowledged her, the woman’s eyes changed as if she didn’t register her at all. Feyre was making sure nobody recognized her - that she was forgotten.

No talk of “who was that on the High Lady’s arm?” or “Did you see y/n, she’s been gone so long!” would go around Velaris that night. Nobody would remember her. Nobody except who Rhys and Feyre allowed.

- Two years and three days to the date after she was first returned, y/n got another chance. Gods did she take it. She ran and ran and ran. Breaching the words of Velaris, just as a hand clamped around her wrist - bruisingly tight as it ached.

“Feyre said you could be trusted,” he purred, “but I knew better.” The same words from that nightmare, but this time he didn’t let go. Fear might have rung from every sense of her being, but she brought up as much determination as she could as she turned to face him and took a step closer. His brow furrowed in confusion, but she spat. The drops glistened on his cheek, surprise evident in his eyes. A satisfied smile crossed her features, but his gaze turned feral quickly and it was gone as soon as it came.

He leaned towards her, his breath grazing her ear. “Run.” He dropped her wrist, and she did.

Wind whipped her cheeks, branches scraped at her skin, but the floor and trees didn’t move this time. Of course, it was useless and futile, of course it would end as quickly as it began - but she’d take the chance to feel the wind against her hair, to feel the strain of her legs as she got a mockery of freedom.

Rhys let her run, maybe gave her a ten minute head start before she began to feel his presence nearby. She would catch a glimpse of him, and cut a sharp angle to another direction, weaving in and out of trees to try and lose him. She didn’t know how long it lasted - but her lungs burned and legs threatened to give out under her. Keep going, keep going, she chanted to herself, wanting to draw this out as long as possible.

She screamed as a weight slammed behind her, shoving her down to the forest ground. Her face pressed into the dirt and a hand yanked the back of her hair - arching her neck as his other hand circled her throat.

“You believed it, didn’t you?” He murmured. “That I would be that stupid to give you that chance.” His hand tightened around her neck. “I don’t make the same mistakes twice.”

A whimper left her throat. “Fuck you.” She said weakly, and her cut some of her air off, keeping any words from coming out of her mouth.

“You’re already in trouble. Don’t make it worse.” If she’s already in trouble - she threw an arm back, a weak punch landing against his shoulder. He laughed at her, finally releasing his grip on her hair and neck as she flopped back into the ground, and scrambled to turn, backing on her knees as the rough bramble scraped the bottom of her thighs.

He shook his head, looking at her almost fondly. A shield quickly deflected the rocks and sticks she tried to throw. But, she couldn’t stand - her legs fell out under her as she tried, already worn out from all of the running. He must’ve entertained her for at least an hour or two.

“Three.” He corrected. “I was impressed with you.” A game, this was all a gods-damned game to him. The curve of his lips told her she was right. “A game for me,” he taunted, “but it’s so sweet when you think it’s real.”

She threw out a string of creative curses at him, but he rolled his eyes and she watched his patience slowly wane. Still, she kept cursing as he heaved her to stand, keeping a firm grip on her as he winnowed back to the river house.

He let her go and she fell onto the tile, wincing as her knee hit the ground. Feyre stood with her arms crossed. “You let her hurt herself.” She frowned at Rhys.

“I let her have some fun.” Rhys hedged, but even he wilted slightly under Feyre’s disappointed stare. At least she wasn’t alone in that. In everything else, she’d be alone. For the rest of eternity.

“Don’t be so sour,” Feyre tutted, reaching out a hand for her. “You have us, that’s all you need.”

#acotar fic #feysand x y/n #feysand x reader #poly!feysand x y/n #poly!feysand x reader #poly!feysand #this whole series doesn't really have a plot honestly #feyre archeron x y/n #feyre archeron x reader #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #I did not proofread this #the warnings list is sending me to hell but please read them

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 8 months

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Hmm so what about mommy Wanda coming home after a long and stressful day. She’s spent the entire time in meetings at the compound receiving very explicit text messages from you and very revealing photos. Her patience wearing thin. As soon as she gets home she’s forcing you to the ground and making you please her until she’s satisfied. Then lets you cockwarm her enchanted strap as a mini award while she works on reports that she couldn’t finish because you were being such a slut for her. She doesn’t let you cum that night but she lets you cockwarm her while going to sleep. You wake up in the morning to her still inside you and admiring your restful face. As soon as she notices you’re awake she covers your face in kisses. As she’s kissing you she unintentionally moves inside you causing you to let out a soft moan. She takes that as a sign to start teasing you and rocking gently into you. She gently pushes you onto your back so she can go a little faster. You can start to feel your much needed release rise and you know that Wanda is close too. You grasp onto her back desperately right as she cums. She she pulls out and makes you suck her clean and then tells you she has to go back to the compound for more meeting. She leaves you there soaked with a kiss to your cheek and the soft whisper to make it up to you tonight.

yesssss, reader lovesssss testing wanda. also edging as a punishment??!! top tier for sure.

as soon as she gets home, her eyebrows drawn and underwear damp, she sees your smirking face peeking out from your spot on the couch. at the mere sight of you sprawled out casually in only her sweater, she can't stop herself from grabbing your neck and forcing you to your knees. sitting down where you had just been on the couch, she spreads her legs as she pulls her skirt up, her hand firmly tangled in your hair as she brings your face closer to her.

"you've made mommy very upset, sweetheart. you know how much i hate teasing, it's almost as if you're begging to be punished." and when you let out a soft moan at her words, she knows she's right. taking no mercy on you, she practically shoves your head against her core, grinding softly on your face as she's finally releasing some of the pent up tension she's had since the first text message she received from you. you do your best, your tongue lapping up her arousal as she comes, not stopping even when your jaw starts to ache. by the third time wanda orgasms, you feel tears welling up at the tight hold she still has on your hair, your neck tightening from the awkward kneeling position you're in.

"did you think mommy was going to go easy on you? punishments aren't fun, darling. and i really don't like doing this, but how else will you learn your lesson?" wanda is unforgiving, holding your face against her as she comes two more times, before she pulls you up by the neck and drags you towards the bedroom.

you think she's finally going to fuck you when she walks over the the closet, grabbing her favorite strap on. you wait, not protesting when she leads you to her office, and sitting down on her strap with no resistance, your arousal leaking onto her thighs as she powers on her computer. "you're going to sit here and be quiet, like a good little slut. alright? a single sound or movement out of you and mommy won't touch you for a week."

you want to cry at the thought, but you stay still, every muscle in your body shaking as you tense up. wanda softly rubs circles into your thigh as she types with one hand, the movement letting you know that she's only punishing you for your behavior, not because she's actually mad at you.

after an excruciating half hour, your eyes have glazed over and your head is resting on her shoulder. she allowed the movement, saying, "i know my baby is tired, just a few more minutes and mommy will be done. you're taking me so well, honey."

then, finally she brings you to bed, carrying you with the strap still buried deep inside your pussy. you wake up immediately, your eyes hopeful as wanda laughs. "oh, sweetheart. did you think you were getting fucked tonight? no darling, you made mommy wait all fucking day, so now you get to wait all night."

you go to bed drenched, your pussy squeezing around her strap as she holds you close.

waking up the next morning, you're surprised to see her green eyes already open, her face soft as she smiles gently. you smile back, leaning forward to kiss her, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. that's when you feel it, and all the memories of the night before come rushing back in an instant. her strap is still buried in you, and you rock your hips slightly.

bad mistake.

the low simmering arousal that had been festering all night, returned with a vengeance. it swept through you, and you could have sobbed when wanda started moving, her hips purposeful as she slowly thrusts into you. you can barely think, the only thing on your mind being your orgasm.

wanda can tell that you're close, and she feels her own orgasm rising as she watches your face scrunch up and feels your hips attempting to rock against her. she rolls the two of you over until your back is against the mattress, and pins your hands against the pillow.

"go on, sweetheart. come as much as you'd like. mommy's sorry she made you wait all night but i think you've learned your lesson now, haven't you?" you nod frantically, your eyes wide and hopeful as she begins fucking into you earnestly. your nails dig into her back, your pussy over sensitive from cock warming her all night, and wanda comes instantly at the sensation. her hips stutter and jerks against your, pressing against your clit perfectly, and you come right after her, your moans filling the room as she brings you down from your high.

you're absolutely devastated when she pulls out, feeling empty and definitely unsatisfied. she presses the strap against your lips, and you immediately stick out your tongue and clean her off, your juices dripping down the soft skin of your inner thigh as you do so. even sucking her off doesn't fully sate your hunger. wanda just smiles at you, her eyes glinting as she urges you out of bed, kissing you softly before saying, "mommy has to go back for a few more meetings. if you behave yourself, i'll reward you tonight by letting you come as many times as you want, however you want."

#holy shit #this is long #my bad #i got carried away #i did not proofread this #just let the smut gods take over my brain and fingers #and typed away like the little gay mess i am #charsgaythoughts #wanda maximoff #mommy wanda #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #dom!wanda #wanda x reader #marvel #mcu #mean!wanda #soft somno

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motelofmermaids · 2 months

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omg… shy!reader still getting butterflies after years of dating finnick. like she has to cover her face sometimes bc he looks at her for too long and she gets all flustered, type shit.

reader is literally just a girl!

“you’re so beautiful,” finnick would tell you, thumb gently stroking your cheek. he’d put his hand on your lower back, guiding you through the bustling farmers market. he’d hold onto your hips, leaning in close to whisper the love he has for you, the ghost of his breath kissing your lips. it didn’t matter that you’ve known finnick odair your whole life—being in a relationship with him for many years.

no, it didn’t matter when he had you under this spell. a spell that takes your breath away, ties up your insides in nervous bows, exploding when he’d lean in close or couldn’t keep his eyes off you. you could be in bed, a bed that has been shared with finnick odair for years, and you’d have to roll over to hide the dumb smile on your lips, your cheeks hot and heart giddy. you could be sitting at the table, eating breakfast as finnick watched you so intently. you’d cover your face, asking him ‘what? is there something wrong?’ in a shy voice, and he’d just breathe out a sweet ‘i just love you… so much.’

being around finnick was brutal, the way you’ve never gotten used to his sweet words, his suggestive flirtations, his hands on you—and you lived with him. you’d choke on air, his gaze pulling it out of you, his fingers playing with the strings of your heart, his laugh blooming glorious butterflies in your stomach. you loved him more than anything, as did he.

but god, did he turn you into a shy mess.

#kel’s anon show 📺#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick being lovesick #i did not proofread this

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theanimeroom · 8 months

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iichigo who moans super loudly whenever he’s about cum 😩 god i need him badly

time to push one of my favorite agendas 🫡🫡

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who’s favorite time of day is the moment he gets to come back home to you. in a profession where he spends most of his time being chased and attacked by ravenous monsters, coming home to you in your barely there pajama set is just what he needed to take the edge off. he moves like a snake when he walks through the front door, slithering quietly through the house as he searched for his next meal. when he found you in your shared bedroom, laid out against the sheets, the man knew he was hovering over you in an instant.

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who wasn’t really one for explanations, and only latched his lips onto yours the moment you noticed his presence in the house. also down bad!ichigo kurosaki who rips your clothes off without a second though because the thought of you hiding your body under those clothes is absolutely ridiculous.

down bad!ichigo kurosaki whos cock is already heavy and leaking for you. you’d have half a mind to remind him to grab a condom if you ever remembered to use one, but you’d never stop yourselves from feeling the way that one prominent vein on the underside rubs just right against your walls every time he pulls out of you.

down bad!ichigo kurosaki whos cock is just thick enough to make your eyes cross when he enters you. he’s long enough to press firmly into your g-spot, his dick just perfect for you and you alone. your voice gets caught in your throat whenever he pummels his way back in, his deep voice sinking deeper as you squeeze him so perfectly

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who’s so fucking noisy when he’s close, so you actually had to gag him one time. you were riding his cock like there was no tomorrow, his mouth stuck in a permanent 'O' shape as little ah’s slipped through. his dad was in the next room, and you knew that if he got any louder than that, which he would, that the old man would come barging in on you in no time.

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who proved his status as a A-Class WHORE when his eyes rolled to the back of his head, a guttural moan leaving him only because you shoved your previously worn panties into his mouth as a gag.

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who’s ten times worse when you have the house to yourselves. when he starts to feel that knot tighten in his lower belly, his hips start to roll so deeply you think he’ll breach your throat, his thrusts hard and as far in as they could reach. his eyes are screwed shut and he’s not hearing any of your pleas, only chasing after his own release with a new found vigor

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who rambles about how good you feel half of the time, and how pretty and too good for him you are the other half, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. his voice hitches up an octave or two, and his hands grip your skin so tight that the bruises he leaves behind form dark purple finger prints on your hips. he talks as if he was alone in the room, not jackhammering your shit until you were seeing stars

“hmmm, you’re so fucking warm i could stay here for days,” “i wanna fuck you so bad baby,” “you’re so pretty, how did i manage to get so lucky?” “fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck,” “my baby has such a perfect body, fuck i don’t deserve you at all,” “wanna fuck you like you deserve… yeah? that sound nice?” “i’m gonna come inside this tight little pussy baby, is that what you want?” “yeah…fuck i’m gonna come”

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who when he does come, he lets the whole fucking world know it. he’s a toe curler, you can’t convince me otherwise. this mans body will take a screenshot the moment his orgasm hits him, every muscle in his body going stiff as he releases the most guttural sounds you have ever heard in your life. if one of your ears wasn’t being smothered by the bed sheets below you then you had full access to the moans and shuddered breaths the male regurgitated, his voice raw from being put to use so vigorously

down bad!ichigo kurosaki who rolls his eyes when you bring up his vocal nature later on, watching as you teasingly smiled at him in hopes for round two. you didn’t really have to hope for it though, because he’d give you whatever you wanted and then some at the snap of a finger, all you had yo do was ask.

#i did not proofread this #like at all lmao #but i DID enjoy writing it 👁️🫦👁️#blues asks 💎#blues anons 💙#bleach smut #ichigo kurosaki smut

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road-kill-eater · 1 month

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What WERE those superfluous aspects of Tonitrui historical culture?

Before the death of their own creator, tonitrui culture was as vibrant and varied in custom and belief as any other you see among humans. Most of the hunter-gatherer tribes worshiped seasonal gods, with each population attributing different names and characteristics to these figures.

For some the winter was kind, a god of slumber and rejuvenation, of making tight knots and steadfast bonds, of art and music and story. For others winter was a god of trials, of enduring punishment after punishment like a rain of whips, this god could be the sternest of them all, but yet remained a teacher in how it brought light to shadowed flaws and weakness. And while it is obvious the gods of summer would often be distributors of bounty and respite, sometimes this god would also be a devil of its own, raising fiery tempers, striking blight and drought, and sparking wars and murder.

Each season demanded its own sacrifice, ofttimes in fall it would be hair, in winter it would be food (especially rendered fat to be burned in intricate conflagrations), in spring it would be flowers plucked before they could fruit, and in summer it would be blood of the unborn and born both. But the whims of these gods could change, they might demand a more indulgent gift one year, or an entirely different sort the next.

Those that traveled a solitary and nomadic path as soothsayer were simultaneously adored and feared and hated, and rarely spent more than a few years with one tribe before fortune drove them on again. The most renowned of them were known to have great wars fought over them, or were bribed with all the material gifts that could be offered, but they were never harmed nor threatened, for the lie of a soothsayer was the greatest of curses.

Pic: Nilgai wearing a reconstructed soothsayer mask and burning tallow candles. Amidst civil war, plague and famine, there has been an increasing resurgence in heretical practices

As the coastal tribes transitioned into more sedentary and permanent villages which gave rise to agriculture and monarchism, their spiritualism calcified into finite forms. A myriad of interpretations and faces and names for the gods all informed by the specific culture of a tribe as well as their history and the lands they hunted were progressively funneled and congealed until but one absolute form remained. Of course bitter debates and battles were raged over the particular aspects, but once the custom of kings began, the ever changing became shackled to the earth. It was known that each god had one name and two heads, one of ill and one of fortune, and when they walked upon the land, the kingdom must attract the attention of the glad countenance, and distract the cruel face so it looked away. Much was said on the folly of dividing the gods in this way, that the cruel aspects were just as vital as the supposedly kind, that it would make the kingdom weak if it was never tested with raging wildfires nor floods nor plague.

When their creator came to walk among them, belief in the divine quartet could hardly stand up to miracles made flesh. This centralized religion was quickly shattered, and the result was a cultural maelstrom, with the god-king standing within the center. After the murder of the tonitrui creator, there was a spiritual void. The very idea of worship became distasteful after such betrayal and grief, and for most it would have been hollow belief, and so the old gods became childrens stories, and spirits to sometimes wish to for luck, but little else.

Following this, tonitrui culture became far more imperialistic. Kings were gods unto themselves, their words infallible, their arms as long as the march of their soldiers. The remaining nomadic tribes in the southlands were eaten up by conquest, and a generations spanning war was held between the southern kingdom and the loose coalition of tribes in the north. After many years the kingdom won out and occupied the land, forcing its many customs upon the inhabitants and stomping down on the old beliefs, which were now seen as foolish heresy that must be replaced with complete obeisance and worship to the king. Seasonal sacrifices were replaced with taxes and military drafting, and belief in the quartet gods was limited to underground communities which met in secret, or the most isolated of northern tribes.

These three great shifts in tonitrui society progressively stunted the culture of its own people. Many customs were abandoned or stamped out alongside the gods, and only remain as sanitized vestiges, with little memory as to their original significance. Before tail docking became all but compulsory, marriage rites were taken by tying a couples tails together with an intricate knot that must be slowly unwound day by day for a week. Tail dancing or flagging similar to ribbon dancing was also commonplace, and some even had their tails broken and set in specific positions to indicate their role in society.

Pic: Newlyweds with tied tails

Horns, meanwhile, were always used as pedestals for artistic expression. The buds of children could be split down the middle to create the illusion of four horns as they grew, each one bearing its own prayer to a god of the quartet. They could be carved or notched or woven with thread between each horn to indicate social rank, or to display a number of feats such as how many lives a warrior had taken in battle, or how many children one had (by their nature tonitrui have a low birthrate, high infant mortality, and slow maturation, children aren't named until their first birthday, and fertility is seen as one of the most important aspects of ones role in society).

Pic: A woman with split horns

There were also snout flutes, made by carving holes through the nasal bone, and played through a series of snorts. Tonitrui are already predisposed to a number of nasal infections which can sometimes lead to flesh eating disease in coastal territories with high humidity, so this custom was thoroughly stamped out for fear of the necessary body modification exacerbating such a condition.

Monarchistic tonitrui culture is quite focused on preserving the body as a tool for society, either in its role as a soldier, for procreation, or production, all with the goal of keeping a healthy population for which to secure and expand its territory. As such there is a cultural preoccupation with cleanliness, nutrition, and general health, with a strong distaste for anything considered too indulgent or gratuitous. The body must be kept whole, for there is no veil between the physical and mental self, and when one harms their own body in any permanent or unnecessary way, they also alter their own nature. Scars and significant injuries are seen to fracture the wholeness of oneself, and can lead to unstable temperaments. These traits are only admired in soldiers, whose physical sacrifice to the state purifies any subsequent metaphysical harm. The body must be kept healthy specifically so that the monarchy can choose when it can be broken. Thus the oldest tonitrui tradition of sacrifice is perverted, stripped of its intrapersonal narrative.

#tonitrui #i did not proofread this

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”Who’s your Lieutenant?” Part 2

🩶🖤You’re Lute’s sworn rival among the exorcists, climbing the ranks and threatening Lute’s role as lieutenant… And Lute refuses to put up with that.🖤🩶

tags: smut, storyline (wow), lute x fem!exorcist!reader, top lute, dominant lute

warnings: dubious consent, oral sex, fingering, domination

The dining hall was bustling with chatter. The tables were full of the other Exorcists, chatting, gossiping, laughing. It was always a time of peace and joy here. You were sitting in the middle of a conversation with a group of exorcists when you heard the telltale stomping of Lute.

Everyone went quiet.

Lute sat down at your table.

Everyone stared.

You swallowed thickly.

Lute didn't look at anyone, just ate her food.

The table was dead silent.

Finally, one exorcist had enough of the silence and asked Lute what was wrong. You stared at them in anticipation, waiting. Waiting for her to snap. Lute looked up at the person who had spoken, and gave them the coldest smile.

"I'm feeling a little ill, that's all."

Her eyes then trailed over to you, and the rest of the exorcists at the table, and her grin grew. A grin?! Lute was never known to grin. And what was worse… She held a stare at YOU.

That stare was one of malice. Of anger. One that was directed towards only you. And it sent shivers down your spine.

And the table fell silent again.

—

It was now after dinner, and you were heading back to your dorm. You closed the door behind you, as you always did, and headed to your bed, scrolling through Tumblr mindlessly.

…A knock.

You furrowed your brows, wondering who it could possibly be.

Getting up, you walked to the door and opened it, only to be met with an aggressive shove backwards and into the wall, the door slamming behind the figure that had slammed you.

“You think you can just walk off like that? All smug and cocky about a spar?” Lute snarled, her face inches from yours. You could feel her breath. You tried to shove her off, only for her to press her arm against your chest, pushing you into the wall even more. “Lute, I—“ You started, but she put her hand over your mouth firmly.

“Quiet.” She commanded. “It seems someone needs a reminder of who their commander is.” And then, her lips were pressed against yours. Your eyes widened, and you let out a muffled squeak. What the hell was she doing?!

When Lute pulled away, she licked her lips. “…Less resistance than I thought. You want this, don’t you?” Lute hissed, an evil chuckle escaping her lips as one of her hands went to squeeze your chest, hard.

“You want to be fucked like a whore for being such a cocky little bitch.” Lute grabbed you by the waist before you could respond, pinning you down to the bed and beginning to grind against you like an animal in heat.

Her lips latched to your neck, sucking harshly on the skin and leaving hickeys, her sharp teeth grazing your neck and threatening to bite down. You couldn't stop a moan from slipping out, your hands moving up to Lute's hair. Though Lute was pleased with this reaction, she didn’t show it quite yet— She wanted you screaming.

Her hands slipped to your pants, unbuckling your belt and yanking them down along with your underwear. "I should've done this a long time ago…" She muttered, pulling her own pants down.

Your hands were trembling, not sure what to do. This was all going too fast. You weren't even sure if you were ready, and your only attempt at protesting was shot down by Lute’s arm slamming into your throat, holding you firmly.

“Quiet. Or I’ll do worse.” She sneered.

With her fingers, she spread your lips and began to thrust them inside, the sudden movement eliciting a squeal from you. You could hear her chuckle in response.

She began to thrust her fingers at a brutal pace, making sure to hit every spot she could inside you. It was obvious she’d done this before, probing at all the right spots and abusing them to get you to squirm.

And oh, were you squirming. Your face was contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, and your hands were gripping the bed sheets tightly. You were sure you were leaving scratches in them, and were trying not to let the pleasure overwhelm you. “A-Ahnnnn…!”

It was humiliating, being fucked like this. A hand on your throat, fingers pumping into your cunt like a piston, all by your lieutenant. And it felt good. Lute added another finger, and you whimpered, your legs shaking.

You could feel yourself getting closer, your toes curling and your breathing heavy. But before you could cum, she removed her fingers, leaving you panting and aching for release. “Such a whore.” Lute growled… And she began to readjust you, pulling down her pants.

“I’m a good lieutenant.” She chuckled sadistically. “So I’ll let you correct your mistake. Here’s the deal.” She growled, stripping her underwear off and forcing you on your knees as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“If you do a good job… I’ll let you cum. How’s that sound?” Lute chuckled, and grabbed your hair, pressing your face to her cunt.

You didn't have much of a choice.

Slowly, you licked at her folds, making Lute shiver and sigh. She tasted quite nice, actually… You could get used to this.

As you got a bit more confident, you pushed your tongue inside of her, your hands resting on her thighs. She was wetter than you were. Lute was moaning above you, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you. You were the reason she was making those sounds.

Suddenly, Lute pushed your face in closer, forcing you to eat her out faster. She was close, and her hips were rolling in time with the flicks of your tongue.

“Fuck… That’s it…” Lute groaned, squeezing her thighs around your head to ensure no escape… And soon, your mouth overflowed with hot, steaming cum, your lieutenant forcing you to lap it all up. Panting, she looked down at you with a smug expression. You were covered in her slick, and a bit of her cum was dripping down your chin.

You swallowed thickly. She leaned down. “…Good girl.”

Ah, the fabled words. You couldn’t help but smile hazily, trembling. She had made a complete mess out of you.

Lute then sat back up, looking you up and down, as if debating what to do next. Then, she smirked. She got on her knees and forced you to lay on the bed, her lips attaching to your clit and sucking hard, her fingers finding their way into your cunt again.

You arched your back and let out a high pitched moan, gripping the sheets and biting your lip. Lute was licking at your clit feverishly, as if trying to coax your orgasm out.

What’s more, she hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations through you. A good reward for a good girl.

You couldn’t handle it any longer, and your body tensed, your thighs squeezing around Lute's head as you came hard.

When Lute felt this, she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, chuckling.

“Now… Who’s your lieutenant?”

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#hazbin hotel #fanfic #fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #x reader #hellaverse #hazbin hotel lute #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #smut #i did NOT proofread this #womp womp #whatever its self indulgent anyways

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