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sukunas-wife · 4 months

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Ryoumen “i want a second son” Sukuna except he gets a feral little princess who matches his energy and is not above taking big bites of dad and only yuuji-nii can control her sksks

Eegehehe- warning- I suck at writing for girls actually😭 I’ve never had a younger sister or niece 🥹 my female cousins are literally non existent also,

The doctor became nervous after your newborn started crying. The maids made quick work of taking care of everything and handing you your child already bundled up. Sukuna was just as confused before he took his child from you, carefully unfolding the blanket.

The room was silent, everyone turning to Sukuna, for a brief second your aching muscles were numb that you didn’t feel after birth. You were nervous, what happened, why didn’t anyone say anything? Sukuna held the child with two large hands supporting it, using his other two hands to carefully pull back the blanket. He didn’t lift his head, but you watched his mouth gape slightly like he wanted to say something. He turned his head slightly, settling on just looking at you through the corner of his eyes. It was a low rasp “she’s a girl,” he cleared his throat wrapping her back up. Without a doubt it was his, his pink hair, she had even taken to his red eyes like Yuji had. His fixed stare didn’t show it but he was concerned for her, even if he had wanted a second son, “Lord Sukuna we co-No.” he turned to Uraume, “It’s my child regardless if it’s a boy or not. She stays here.” He leaned back, handing you your daughter.

After everyone had cleared the room you were breastfeeding your child. Sukuna sat with arms crossed, eyes closed and his head resting back against the wall. You were staring down at your little girl and you realised, “You didn’t want a daughter because it’s going to force you to settle down.” You were grinning like a fool when you turned to look at Sukuna, he grunted not opening an eye or looking at you. “I’d be a fool to let anything happen to my daughter.”

You hummed, “If she’s anything like you I’m sure she can handle her own like Yuji when she’s older.” Sukuna opened an eye looking at you, “Anya..” you turned to look at him. “Her name is Anya.” There was no room to argue with him on that. He stood up, “I’ll bring Yuji.”

He left the room before you mocked him “oouu I’m Sukuna I’m gonna protect my daughter I’m a big bad tough guy.” You scoffed to yourself, “He doesn’t realise he’ll never hurt another child again Anya.” Leaning down you kissed her little head, and she barely opened her eyes.

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“hehehe” Sukuna was sitting on his throne head resting on his fist, eyes closed. You left a while ago to do something he already forgot about. Yuji wanted to go with you but Anya held him back, Anyways was an anomaly. She had no cursed energy or presence. Yet she still had the power to read minds, it was something that baffled Sukuna.

He learned she had that power at the worst time, when you were all gathered eating breakfast. When he thought about getting a collar. Anya just jumped excited “are we getting a dog like the one’s old man sells in town?!” Everyone looked concerned at Anya and she pointed at your husband with a bright smile, “Papa was thinking about buying a collar!” You looked at Sukuna “When did you- Right now! He was thinking about looking for a collar and a really good one so it doesn’t slip up or come loose.” It was the heat on your cheeks when you realised what collar he meant, but you were more concerned when you thought he was actually saying these things out loud in front of Anya.

Sukuna was looking away trying to clear his throat, ‘What the hell is this brat on about? I didn't say that shit out loud… did I?’

“OOOO PAPA SAID A BAD WORD!” Anya covered her mouth with her hands and she turned to you, your mind was drawing a blank ‘…what..what’s going on…”

Yuji was spaced out shovelling food into his face before he looked over, “Anya sit down don’t stand on the chair.” She listened to his not so demanding verse and sat down, “okay Yuji-nii.” She plopped down in her chair before perking up, “Are we getting a dog?”

Sukuna cleared his throat again looked right at her, if his hunch was right, ‘No, we’re not bringing some mangy mutt into the house’

Anya deflated and rested her chin on the table pouting, “why not?” ‘Because I said so.’ “Then why’d you say?” ‘Because I’m the owner of this house I decide what goes and comes.’ Anya sighed, getting teary eyed, trying her best to plead silently the way Yuji had taught her. Yuji snickered and he turned to you, you were sitting down whispering and asking Yuji if he knew what was going on. He explained to you that he figured out Anya could read minds not too long ago when she kept beating him in stone, parchment, shears, (please I’m sorry😭), hide and seek, and their little treasure hunting games. What he didn’t tell you was he also used her to out scam the guy who shuffles a gold token and bets money you’ll never find it.

It explained to you why Sukuna was just giving her looks and she was vocally responding.. it left you to worry how many of your thoughts she had actually heard. 😭

On a side note- here are some cannon events in the process of Anya growing up 😭😭

As a baby she was menace 🥺 she liked biting/trying to chew her dads fingers when he’d poke her cheeks. Not a cute nibble either, she’d dive in predicting the “If you eat his finger you’ll get stronger”

When she took hold of his finger the first time he was in love. That was his daughter and she meant the world to him. Then she dug her nails hard into his skin making him wince and immediately clip her nails. But when you don’t clip her nails because you're scared you’ll hurt her he always ends up with a scratched chest and hands when she’d try to take hold of something. She’s the reason he started wearing shirts even if they were uncomfortable on his massive arms 😔

Was kinda glad she didn’t sleep in the bed with both of you. She loved sleeping on his chest and Sukuna did also. But only allowed it when he could put those baby gloves on her.

After hitting age one she loved messing with Yuji and Sukuna while they were sleeping. You continuously went after her picking her up with your hand sunder her arms. She’s let out her baby screams and wiggle her body you could hear your husband’s attitude, “unhand me mother! I crave chaos! Ahahahsgsghshss!”

The older she got the more both of you learned the way Yuji admired his dad but was a total mama’s boy? It was almost the same case. Except she admired her dad.. and was a daddy girl. Yes she loved you and thought the world of you, but daddy’s so cool because he has so many cool powers! 🥺

It didn’t matter if she was sleeping in your arms, she was laughing and having the best time with you. If she even felt or heard the slightest sound, meaning Ryomen was in the room, she would scream and cry for him to pick her and take her with him. The same case as Baby Yu, you were jealous Ryo got all the attention and baby love even if they were attached to your chest most of the time.

Speaking of jealous, Yuji was the most jealous little 10 year old boy 🥹 “MY DADDY!” He’d carry Anya back to you so he could sit in HIS dads lap. Sukuna found it amusing and more often than not bullied Yuji. Which actually led to your funny little schedule where when Anya was briefly awake Yuji would be glued to your side. When Anya was asleep Yuji would run and stick to his dads side.

Sukuna has a permanent dent in his side boob where 2yo old Anya crawled over to him on your bed and then latched on, i don’t mean milk- i mean she saw a mound of flesh and went ‘nom’ He grunted and it took everything in him to not swat her instantly. He sat up after pulling her away. She was dangling by her feet clapping her hands and laughing, Sukuna was pressing his hand to his chest helping himself and cursing because no way he really let this brat catch him off guard and mess him up 😭

Which is also when it hits him, she has no presence because she has no cursed energy. He was disappointed but relieved she’d never have a reason to be caught in trouble 🥹

Here’s a little montage of moments 🥹

An invisible child means invisible crimes. Sure, Ryomen could actively tell where she was. But it’s his child he could let his guard down and close his eyes to think about the things he had to do. Breathing became slower the more he started to relax almost to napping completely.

1…2…3…4… “YUJIII NIII I GOT THE THING”

Kamutoke… she took the Kamutoke

Sukuna was going to get up and chase after her but she tripped and face planted into the shiny floors Sukuna had to pick her up and wipe off her tears and snot while telling Uraume to put up his tool because there was no doubt in his mind Yuji or Anya would kill the other with it by mistake

Anya loves her parents, but when Sukuna is thinking Sinister thoughts she runs to Yuji.

Ex. The four of you went out into the city, Anya was riding on her dad’s shoulders the way Yuji used to. She was patting away on his head when she heard the thought, “I should kill that man, I’ll start by slowly gutting him a- wwaahhhhh” followed by squirming and Anya basically jumping over knocking down Yuji. When you asked her what was wrong she said “…nothing… papa is kinda scary.”

Yuji had to piggy back her the rest of the day when she didn’t feel like walking but she sang her cute little “Family ooting” song

This is both Yuji and Anya when daddy’s home ,

(I’m sorry I’m so bad at writing for girls 😭 I don’t have a niece to spoil or interact with, I’ll have to steal my friend and her little sister next time and play with her 🥹 I’ll do better for next one i promise 😤)

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bakubunny · 5 months

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@dcsiremc you started this with your lil, “better run along, daddy’s waiting,” nonsense, so eat up.

tw: jealous!izuku, f!reader, aged up characters, daddy as title, mild degradation, mild breath play, exhibition, reader is called puppy, katsuki loves to instigate bs

your cheeks grew hot the moment katsuki’s hand lightly rested on your shoulder unnecessarily. he was hovering over you, answering a question you had about a case file. izuku cleared his throat from across the work room. you immediately pulled away from katsuki, who was looking back at izuku with a smug grin, unbeknownst to you. he watched as a vein bulged in izuku’s neck.

fuck, this is too easy, he thought. katuski knew how possessive izuku was and how easily he got jealous, especially when it came to you. he’d been doing this kind of shit all day - standing a little too close, speaking a little too softly so you’d have to lean in, taking one too many glances at your body when you weren’t looking - in an effort to set izuku off for the hell of it.

the final straw was when it was just the three of you in the agency. you were in front of the microwave. katsuki walked over and brushed his hand on the small of your back, hovering there as you froze while he reached around you to grab a coffee mug. you heard a pencil snap and a chair roll against the floor as izuku stood up.

“need something, kacchan?” tension laced his tone of voice.

katsuki looked at him in bewilderment. “no? just wanted a cup,” he said, holding the only other all might mug in the office in his hand.

you kept your head down as izuku walked over.

“then why the fuck are you touching my girl again?” izuku spat. he shoved katsuki’s shoulder.

“izu, stop-”

“shut the fuck up, brat, i’m dealing with you next,” he said.

katsuki bit back a grin. “tch. dunno what’s gotten into you but you need to chill.” izuku got in his face.

“keep your hands and your eyes to yourself, and i will. and you,” he said, turning your direction. izuku grabbed your bicep. “you just gonna let him do that when you know good and well who owns you? hmm?”

you froze, unsure of how he expected you to respond.

“answer me, pup,” he said quietly, leaning in to look you in the eyes.

katsuki’s grin broke and he snorted. your body grew hot.

“n-no, sir,” you whispered.

you flinched when his grip tightened.

“then what should you do?” his voice was as soft as he could manage, but the look on katsuki’s face told you he heard izuku’s every word.

“go to you.”

“that’s right,” izuku said.

izuku dragged you to the table where katsuki now sat with a plate of food for his lunch break. he took a fistful of your hair and pulled hard.

“ow! what are you doing?”

“reminding you of what’s mine. bend over. now.” he pressed your face into the table in front of the smug, blonde hero.

“are you crazy?” you asked. heat rushed to your core as izuku pinned one arm behind your back and grabbed the other to hold both of your hands tightly in one of his.

“you wanna play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. you know daddy doesn’t like to share,” he said. he lifted your skirt and ran his fingers along your panties, already more damp than you’d wanted to admit.

“izuk-”

your breath caught as a thick finger slipped into your cunt. his skilled hand rubbed into your spongy sweet spot in a way that made you flutter around him, closing your eyes and biting back a whine. you tried to turn your face away from the grinning man you knew was staring down at you.

“no, no, don’t be shy,” izuku said. “you wanna be a brat and whore yourself out right in front of me, you’re gonna let kacchan see your pretty face when i make you cry.”

a whimper slipped off your lips. izuku pushed a second finger into you. he pumped harder and faster, the messy sound audible as you moaned.

“yeah, that’s what i fucking thought.” he leaned into your ear. “you’re just a dumb puppy, need to be put in your place. too stupid to know any better without my help.”

your cheeks burned as katsuki snickered, seeming unphased by what he was doing.

“open.”

izuku shoved slick covered fingers into your mouth to clean off before pulling your panties down. he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and freeing his heavy cock. you cried out when he pushed into your cunt with a single thrust, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from overwhelming girth as he set a hard pace. the breath was knocked out of your lungs as he fucked you, a cold sweat forming on your skin as your body tried to adjust.

“izu, fuc- ah! it h-hurts,” you whined.

izuku’s hips slapped harder and faster into yours. “stop bitching, i know you can take it. take it like a good girl. take my fucking cock.”

the lump in your throat burned from the mix of pain and overwhelming pleasure rapidly overtaking your body. tears fell down your cheeks when a hard smack hit your ass and you groaned. katsuki looked down at you with a sickening grin as he ate.

“tch. dinner and a show. at least you’re good for somethin’,” he said.

izuku grunted. he let go of your arms and moved a hand to grip your hip. his free arm worked its way under and around your neck as his bicep flexed. your eyes rolled with his thrust at a slightly different angle, dragging his cock head along your sweet spot at a blinding pace.

“hear that? even kacchan knows where you belong,” izuku said, his warm breath fanning your skin.

you made a pitiful attempt at pulling on izuku’s tightening arm, the size of him and the strength of his hold only making the sound of your wet cunt sloppy and lewd as you clenched hard around his cock. lightheadedness trickled in as gurgling moans added to the disgusting slew of humiliating noises your body made.

“‘zuku-”

“nuh uh, baby. who owns this pussy? who do you belong to?” he growled.

a shudder rolled down your back. you gasped as his grip loosened slightly. “daddyy-”

“say it again.” izuku’s lips grazed your ear.

“d-daddy, fuck, daddy,” you whined, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth.

his fingers dug into your hip hard enough to bruise.

“that’s it, puppy. better keep it up til you fucking cum. wanna hear you tell me that when you cum for me,” he said.

with your head spinning, the coil in your belly felt ready to snap as you nearly came undone. izuku’s balls clapped against your clit, sparks of tingling pleasure in your body as he moved, fucking you hard and deep. the sound of your slurred, pathetic voice crying out over and over as your legs shook made him groan.

“gonna make - shit - make me cum, fuck,” izuku said. c’mon, i know you’re close. be a good fuck toy and cum on my cock.”

“daddy, ah-”

you moaned and trembled when your orgasm came crashing down in white hot pleasure as you pushed your hips into his thrusts. izuku fucked you through it as his own hit, filling you with his hot cum with a growl.

“fuck, that’s it, milk my cock dry…. s’ a good girl….”

izuku groaned again before kissing your head as you came down from bliss. you could already feel wet heat trickling down your thighs. katsuki’s grin told you he was never going to let you live this down.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

one month later

you stood at katsuki’s desk, clarifying something about his recently submitted case file, feeling the weight of izuku’s eyes on you as he answered you. katsuki glanced in his direction and smirked.

“better run along. daddy’s waiting.”

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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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STOPPP bc i was just reminded of a fic idea i had but didn’t know how to personally execute

reader eating rafe’s ass 🫣

(specifically dom rafe but once again how would you execute that ?? 😭)

oh its SO ON. i know exactly how to execute this. this shit is my JAM. LET ME FUCKIN COOK. (this is so depraved from me i’m so so sorry). pussy eating + throat fucking + ass eating + ball sucking + cum eating😭😭😭😭

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you lay on your back on your bed, your legs spread wide as rafe sucks and licks your clit. your hands gripping the sheets in tight fists, moans and whimpers echoing around the room. rafe grips your thighs, spreading them further apart when you attempt to close them, the pleasure becoming all too much.

“pussy tastes so fuckin’ good.” he growls, giving your clit a sloppy kiss before he crawls up the bed, placing both of his legs on either side of your face, his hand grips the base of his shaft as he slaps the tip of his cock on your lips.

“open wide baby, daddy’s gonna’ fuck your throat now.” when you refuse to answer him, keeping your lips sealed, teasing him, he sighs “you really wanna’ play that game? fine.”

his fingers pinch your nose tight, cutting off your air supply, the breath leaving your lungs a lot quicker than one would assume. you fight desperately, thrashing around, but his grip on your head is tight. and when you finally can’t take it anymore, you gasp for breath.

the second your lips part he rams his cock in your throat, gagging you instantly. his hips begin to fuck into your mouth from above, his tip pushing against the walls of your throat with each thrust making your eyes water up as you squeeze them shut.

“you fuckin’ look at me, c’mon slut, look at daddy while he fucks your throat… fuck that feels good.”

he forces the eye contact out of you, making you look him in the eye while his balls slap against your chin and his pre cum leaks onto your tongue, the salty yet sweet taste making you whimper.

suddenly he pulls out with a loud groan, sitting back on your chest, his breathing heavy as he stares down at you, his curtains sticking to his forehead with sweat. swiftly he turns, his cheeks now facing you and you already know what he wants you to do.

and so you lean forward, your tongue delving inbetween his asscheeks, licking his tight hole as he moans, tugging his cock while you eat his ass, lifting your hands to spread his cheeks, giving you better access to his hole. “that’s it, fuck. push your tongue inside you whore.” he moans. and you do. pushing your tongue past his tight entrance, you begin tongue fucking his ass. his groans turning into whimpers as you probe his prostate.

“fuck. your such a whore, you’d let me do anything to you, huh? even got you eating my ass like your fuckin’ starved, filthy girl.” he half growls as orgasm approaches. you give his rim one last kiss before move down, your nose nuzzling his sac before you stick your tongue out, licking and sucking his balls, slobbering all over them, trying desperately to fit his whole sac in your mouth. “ohhh, shitttt.” he whimpers, letting go of his control for a split second before his dominant nature returns.

“you daddy’s sac slut now? bet you would do anything i fuckin’ ask you to, you desperate slut. say it baby, tell daddy how much you love suckin’ his fat fuckin’ balls.”

“love it s’ much, daddy. love the way you taste.” you whine, a string of saliva attached from his sac to your lips.

his cock twitches and his balls tighten, cumming with a loud growl as he sits upright on your stomach, aiming his swollen tip towards your pussy, coating your cunt in his white, salty, goodness, thick ropes of cum sticking to your clit.

and rafe being the depraved man he is, leans his head down, licking and eating his own cum out of your cunt. groaning at his own taste mixed with your juices, making you cry out at the sensation of his tongue on your sensitive pussy.

“has daddy been neglecting you, huh? poor girl, don’t worry baby, daddy’s got all night to eat this sweet cunt. want your juices drippin’ down my face by the time i’m done with you.”

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hopesworlld · 2 months

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౨ৎ pretty when you cry

౨ৎ 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 — dark!anakin x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 — anakin needs to prove you are his forever, he knows the perfect way how

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 — 1k

౨ৎ 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — swearing, toxic!anakin, dead dove: do not eat, smut ( mentioned p in v, creampie, knife play, ownership, d/s dynamics, spanking ) literal carving of anakin's name into your back so... think this is everything !

౨ৎ 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 ! — got drunk, went feral, enjoy

masterlist

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“i have an idea,” anakin muttered against your flushed skin, you were lying on your front, anakin atop of you, his cock still throbbing inside of you as he pumped another load of thick hot cum into your swollen cunt.

“yea?” you murmured faintly, drool coating your chin and eyelids fluttering. it had been hours since he had dragged you into the bedroom, face flushed and fist clenched after he had checked your phone and found messages between you and another man. you had tried to explain yourself saying it was only one of your coworkers asking about the timetable, but he knew it was a lie, he wanted you, and he would fucking kill someone before letting you go.

“wanna show jamie who you belong to,” he said, running his hand along your lower back, you shivered at the contact, back still aching after having been perched on your hands and knees for so long with anakin jackhammering into you. “make sure that you never leave me,” he continued, hands cupping your firm ass, still flushed crimson after the spanks he had given you.

“i won’t, ani,” you whispered, pressing your cheeks further into the pillow, exhaustion racking your frame but anakin shook his head, slipping his hands up to your hips again and holding tightly.

“oh, i know, baby, could never survive without me could you?” he crooned kissing the back of your sweat-soaked neck, “need me to keep you safe from all those men who want to hurt you, take advantage of you, too sweet for your own good, baby doll,” he thrust slightly, his cock brushing your cervix and you sobbed.

“ani, i’m sensitive,” you whimpered, but you pushed back against him, settling him deeper and anakin grinned.

“i know, baby, little pussy so overwhelmed by my cock,” he whispered, “just stay still and i’ll make you cum again for me, want to see you cream over my cock one more time once i’ve finished,” anakin said, pulling back slightly, his hand reaching into his bedside drawer and pulling something out. “this is gonna hurt, pretty,” he told you.

“what… ani, what are you doing?” you asked trying to twist your face to look at him but anakin gripped the back of your neck and forced your face into the pillows, holding you down.

“stay still,” anakin hissed, “you stay there and don’t fucking move,” you shuddered, biting down on the pillow as something cold and sharp traced across your back.

“ani,” you whimpered, and he snickered a sharp cold thing as he pushed harsher and you felt the bite of a blade against your heated skin. “anakin, what are you doing?” you gasped, dipping down on the bed trying to escape the knife but anakin grasped the back of your neck holding you down, swinging the knife around his fingers so that the blade was facing upwards so that he could spank you harshly on your throbbing ass.

“the fuck are you doing,” anakin seethed, “don’t want me to make you mine? don’t want me to prove that i own you, scared that someone else is gonna have you bent over and see?” he spat, and you shook your head frantically.

“no, no ani, i’m sorry” you gasp out, “no one will ever see me like this, only you, i’m just scared,” you cried out, hot tears streaming down your ruddy cheeks.

“you don’t need to be scared, baby doll, i would never hurt you,” he whispered, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “i only want to keep you safe, all i’m ever gonna do, so be a good girl and let me do what i need to do,” anakin said, biting down on your ear lobe before pulling back and pressing his knife to your lower back once again. “don’t move,” he murmured before digging the knife into your skin, it was a horrible aching burn that sank deep beneath your skin and jolted up your spine, you hissed in agony as he dragged the knife along your back, carving something into your skin. you were sobbing, biting down on the pillow to silence the screams brewing in your throat.

“doing so good for me, baby,” he told you, “just stay still, almost there,” the pain was indescribable, you could feel every drag of his knife against your back as it pierced your skin, sinking deeper into the flesh, you could feel hot blood spilling down your back dripping down your skin and onto the sheets.

“ani,” you screeched into the pillow, his grip keeping you still as you began to squirm on the sheets in agony.

“almost done, baby doll,” he crooned, moving the knife along and suddenly he was sinking it in once again, you jolted and the knife sank deeper but he didn’t stop, continuing to carve until he was done and then he pulled back admiring his work. “perfect,” he whispered.

“what,” you spluttered out, unable to move as pain radiated from your back and jolted through every nerve. “what does it say?” you asked him quietly and anakin chuckled, you heard him shuffling about, grabbing his phone and snapping a picture of your back before showing you, and there crudely etched into you back, marred by blood was his name. anakin had carved his own name into your skin deep enough that it would probably scar forever. anakin. his forever.

“let’s send this to jamie, huh?” anakin chuckled and you couldn’t stop him, not when he began to pump his hips against you once again, the delicious pressure of his cock against your cervix enough to send you spiraling into a world of pleasure and pain and you were powerless to stop him.

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this is the most outrageous thing i have ever written icl

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satosugusandwich · 4 months

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His Angel and His Brat

Part 3!! Final part!!!

Part 1! Part 2!

Hard!Dom!Geto x Brat!Gojo x Sub!Afab!Reader

(I write stuff to be racially ambiguous!)

Summary: Gojo is a mega-brat to y/n and Suguru and likes to push buttons cuz he can so Suguru decides to overstimulate Gojo until he thinks he’s broken. (Key word: thinks.) To add to Gojo’s humiliation, he ensures that the reader is getting princess treatment while watching Gojo suffer endlessly. But, of course, things don’t always go as planned with Satoru Gojo. Or for y/n. Geto and Gojo have… motives.

CW and whatnots: Overstimulation, cum-eating, vibrators, dildoes, handjobs, touch of dom satoru at the end, spit, touch of humiliation and degradation, condescending!geto, usage of the word “cock”, gojo’s boundless stamina and cocky attitude, praise, cocksucking, angel ass reader that ends up in trouble cuz gojo can’t shut his mouth, geto is actually so mean to gojo but so soft cuz he’s actually a teddy bear dw. Use of “brat, princess, angel, cockslut, and slut.” There is aftercare in this part cuz imagine leaving pathetic Satoru and reader a cum drenched mess. Poor baby. :((( Also it’s very fluffy at the end :)))

Suguru wiggled the wand around, making you instinctively twitch away. He snickered at your sensitivity, pondering how he could get the most out of you. It was impressive how long he’s gone without getting off and it’s evident by looking at his cock that it’s begging to feel something. It’s reddened now, his cock typically a lighter shade of pink blending into his own skin color. The balls are heavy and begging to be touched, he’s probably doing his best to ignore the throbbing of it to focus on his lovers. How selfless of him.

Satoru, on the other hand, is slobbering all over the big, fat cock in his mouth. He’s a messy one, spitting on it and doing all the things you both like to see. Sadly, only you have looked at him this whole time. He was determined to make Suguru look at him even if that meant he had to behave for him.

Him sucking on the plastic cock was a sight to see for you, Satoru’s deepthroating skills never seemed to disappoint you, he’s become so good at it over the years of Suguru fucking his face until cumming straight down his throat. He keeps looking at you as you thrust up into the air, your hole clenching and beckoning him over. Suguru would never allow him to give you what your needy pussy is begging for as much as Satoru wants to give it.

“Please.” You whine, your first orgasm of the night rearing its head. “Suguru, I’m gonna cum.” The words rushed out from your mouth in a hushed way, as if you didn’t want to admit it.

Suguru cocked his head to the side slightly, pursing his lips. “Already?” He wiggled the wand again, making you cry out. “Poor girl, you have a rough time ahead of you.”

“I’m cumming, Suguru!” You looked back at Suguru, your mouth agape and eyes clenching shut.

Your volume increased, making a laugh huff from your dom’s nose. “Good girl. Let’s see you make a mess.”

Your orgasm was intense, your clenched fists were clawing at the pillowcase above you, your toes buried in the sheets, your breathing practically stopped, and your cunt spasmed so strongly, Suguru almost wondered if he should stop before you end up kicking him from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Suguru! Oh my god—!” You sounded insane, babbling streams of cuss words all while you tried to calm down… but that wasn’t on the plans tonight. The second your body said no more, you instinctively tried to escape the pressure, but Suguru’s hand followed.

“No, no, no. Can’t have you escaping your punishment, can we?” He used his other arm to hold your leg down while sitting on the other one. “There, thought you mind need some help staying still.”

“Fuck! I don’t know if I can take it! It’s so much!” You still tried your best to move your hips around, finding any escape you could and you were grateful he didn’t stop you from doing that.

However, Satoru can’t help but feel a little jealous, if it were him trying to wriggle away, Suguru would tell him he can’t move or else he’d raise it a level. He babies you way too much! Regardless, he was getting to his limit, watching how Suguru looked at you so lovingly while looking nowhere in his direction. He’s tired of this boring plastic cock! It tastes like silicon and it doesn’t feel good hitting the back of his throat. Not to mention, there’s no pretty dark-haired sorcerer moaning about how good he’s doing. Instead all he gets to hear is—

“See, good girl, you can take it.” Watching as your eyes water and body twitches makes his own cock throb. And as much as he wants to ignore Satoru, the sounds of him whining around the cock and slobber pooling around the base of if is intense. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Satoru’s spit roll off onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot right beside him. You look so perfect, pulling at the sheets like you’re holding on for dear life, and if he turns to look at his other partner, his heart might fall out of his chest. Or he might cum just from watching Satoru fuck his own throat.

Each time you looked at Suguru, he was smiling with a twinge of sadism in his eye and each time you happened to look at his face his eyes would snap from your cunt to your face, to see how beautiful you look. And each time you looked at Satoru, his eyes would be on you, hungry and desperate for something else. He’d briefly look at Suguru, or really, his weeping cock, and hope he’d be blessed with the privilege of either fucking you or getting his face fucked instead.

You repeated Suguru’s name over and over with pleads spilling from your tongue. Please stop or please don’t stop, does it matter? Once that initial torture is over, you’re ready to cum again and you suppose that’s the fun part. But then you remember you’ll have to deal with that non-stop over sensitivity again. To cum or not to cum, beg for mercy or beg for more? You were at a crossroads, indeed.

“Ah, I can tell you’re getting close again, let’s just do three, hm? Your sensitive cunt is addictive, but I think for being such a good girl, I won’t torture you for too long.” Suguru leans down to kiss your stomach, vibrator pressed firmly against you.

You nodded weakly and watched him cock an eyebrow. “Yes sir, thank you sir.”

He nodded and hummed along, rubbing it in circles now. “At least one of you has manners.” He finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, looked at his cockslut of a brat to the left of him. “Satoru, why don’t you entertain me a little once she cums this second time?”

He pulls the toy out, ecstatic and grinning. “Oh, yes please!”

“Did I say stop?” Suguru warned him and Satoru quickly went back to fucking his own throat, knowing that Suguru showing him any mercy is a rarity. Bedroom or no bedroom.

“Suguru, I’m gonna—“ You brought their attention back to you.

“Yes, that’s right. I bet you love watching Satoru fuck his own throat, yeah?” He cooed.

“Mm-hm, yeah.”

“Does it turn you on to know he’s watching you get punished? I know it does. Admit it.”

You could barely focus on words, but you knew you had to answer. “I love it when he watches.”

“So cute, our pretty angel doesn’t seem so innocent now. You really wanted this, wanted it so bad. That’s so sweet. Go ahead and cum for me, angel.”

“I wanted it so bad! So bad! Thank you!” You came with a cry, not even able to finish your praises for him, just shaking and throwing your head back. You didn’t even care that your noggin hit the headboard, fuck anything else in that moment, all you could focus on is how your pretty pussy gushed and spilled for him.

“Ah-haha!” Suguru couldn’t help but laugh at the sound of your head hitting the board. “Is it that good, baby? Not even Satoru has done that!”

You couldn’t even protest before the pleasure became overwhelming again. This time, your wrists flew down to push him back against his own orders but he wasn’t mad, instead it only made him laugh more.

“Oh, angel, can you not take it?” He laughed. “Come on, please, I know you can. Here, let me show you some mercy. Count to 5.”

He lifted the vibrator off and you knew you had to count. “1…2…3…4…5.” And in that brief respite, all you could do was just count. It was immediately back on your clit and somehow it was even more overwhelming. “Oh my fucking—GOD!”

Satoru sighed beside Suguru. “I’ve should’ve warned her.”

Suguru looked to Satoru, their eyes meeting. “So, wanna talk her through it, for me. You’re just so much better at making people melt. As a reward, you can stroke my cock for me, yeah? Then once I cum on her pretty cunt, you’ll lick her clean?”

Satoru nodded and spat on his hand, moving it to Suguru’s needy wanton cock, then he looked at you.

You accepted your fate. With this level of pleasure combined with Satoru’s nasty mouth, you might die when you cum.

Satoru was more than eager to help you achieve heaven. “Look at that pretty cunt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this swollen, have you? I bet if I were to just stick one finger inside, she might scream.” Oh hell, Satoru was really gonna kill you. Letting out a chuckle, he continued. “Aw, look at her whine, it’s like she can’t hold it in, never thought that she’d break down like that.”

You clamped your eyes shut, his condescending tone sending you further into pleasure but also embarrassing you, you almost wanted to hide. He would just chase you down anyways.

“Ah ah, open your eyes, I need to see them on me. Can you cry out for me? Keep begging for me? I wanna hear you say what you want, baby.” You didn’t say anything, the words caught in the back of your throat. Then Satoru suddenly grabbed one of your hands. “It’s alright, I got you baby.” He held on tightly.

“Fuck—fuck you guys!” You didn’t know if you were serious or not but that made both of them smile.

“Sorry love,” this time Suguru spoke up in-between panting and sighing, “but I think you might pass out if you fuck us.”

Satoru harrumphed in agreement. “She can barely speak, it must feel so good.” Satoru sped up stroking Suguru, knowing that you were already getting close and Suguru was too focused on you. “Our angel seems to be getting close again, much faster than earlier, you really like it when I talk to you huh? You like it when I hold your hand while Suguru tortures that clit of yours?”

“Yes-yes-yes!” You repeated, that familiar feeling coming up again. “Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. If I get to see you squirt all over Suguru again, it’ll give me more motivation to keep on fucking you, to keep on letting Suguru punish me too. I know our pretty angel has a mean streak, she sure does, but she’s at her best when she’s begging for more. Do you want more?”

“Yes!”

“Oh you’re cumming?” Suguru mused in a breathy, desperate voice, knowing that his own high was approaching soon after yours.

“Yeah she is! She is! Cum for us baby!” Satoru encouraged you and right when you hit your peak, he could feel your nails dig into his palm, clutching onto whatever you could with the strength you have left. “Good, that’s our angel, good girl.”

“That’s right, that’s right.” Suguru echoed. “That’s my girl.” He turned off the toy and you breathed in like you’ve never breathed before.

Satoru chuckled and looked at Suguru now, who was grunting and mumbling about cumming all over you under his breath. “Please, Suguru,” Satoru’s tone changing. “Cum for me please, I wanna taste it, cum baby, please.”

And once you calmed down, you joined him, spreading your lips wider to give him a perfect shot. “Cum all over my cunt, please I wanna feel it.”

His brain was going numb with both of your praises and begs. “Gonna cum all over your cunt and Satoru is gonna lick it up like a good little brat.” He grunted through his teeth.

“Please Suguru, I wanna lick it up, feel it on my tongue!” Satoru pleaded once more and you could see Suguru’s eyes roll back as his cock exploded.

It was messy and it was a lot. Thick ropes covered your clit, your abdomen, and rolled down between your ass cheeks. Satoru’s eyes widened like he was looking at his last meal as it spilled all over you. Suguru watched as Satoru immediately lapped at your stomach and travelled down to catch all that he could. “Thank you.” Satoru snickered, smirking as his tongue gathered his cum.

You and Suguru watched him, but you were the only one who could feel his hungry tongue, somehow pressing into your cunt like he wanted to taste all of Suguru and all of you. When he finished lapping up what was left on you, he licked Suguru’s pretty cock clean, licking each drop like he’s starved. “Thank you for the meal.” You heard Satoru say, his tongue finally disconnecting.

You spoke up. “I wanna taste.” Satoru leaned back and kissed you, swapping your tastes back and forth, relishing in how you worked to match his energy despite your exhaustion.

Suguru watched his pretty babies kiss and smile into each others mouths. Once you both noticed him staring, it was instantaneous the way you both went to kiss him.

“Hey!” Satoru pushed your face back down and you bit at his finger. “Don’t bite me!”

“One at a time.” Suguru said gently. “Since you’re so needy, I’ll get Satoru first.” You didn’t actually mind it, knowing he endured the most torture today. Their kiss was passionate but gentle and when it came to be your turn, Suguru leaned down to connect with your mouth. You caught his face in your hands and shared a breathy, open-mouthed kiss and then finished with giving him a peck on the nose.

“I’m exhausted.” Satoru plopped down beside you and rolled onto his stomach with his face in the pillow.

“Me too.” You giggled, copying him.

You could practically hear Suguru roll his eyes. “Such children.” He picked up all the toys from the today, the dildo, vibes, and Satoru’s cuffs from earlier and rose from the bed. “I’ll be back.”

Satoru moaned obnoxiously. “Abandoning us, I see.”

“Imagine not immediately taking your perfect, amazing, and gorgeous subs to the bathtub and lighting like 5 candles with rose petals.” You ran your hand up Satoru’s back and he turned his head to face you, still on his stomach.

“Honestly, what kind of person doesn’t worship their subs, so weird.” Satoru joked again.

From the bathroom, Suguru shot back. “You’re a switch, Satoru.”

He pouted and whined. “But not tonight!!!!!”

Suguru reemerged from the bathroom with a wet towel and started to wipe in-between your legs, gentle enough to not stimulate you again. You rubbed your head into Satoru’s shoulder, smiling. Suguru gave Satoru the same treatment. Suguru also had another clean towel on hand to wipe your heads, paying extra attention to your sweaty ass forehead. Satoru was the first to get up, sitting on the edge of the bed and stretching. You got up and went to the bathroom to piss, looking at yourself in the mirror and splashing your face with cool water. Meanwhile you could hear Suguru strip the bed of “sex sheets” and bringing out fresh ones. Satoru also walked into the bathroom, poking you with a water bottle on your cheek.

“Yes, yes, I’ll drink.” You snatched it from the grinning man and gulped practically the whole thing down. Satoru drank the rest of what you left and kissed your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Suguru was now as the door to the bathroom.

“Naptime. I feel like nap time.” Satoru answered first.

You nodded and turned on the shower. “Shower time.”

Suguru looked content, placing a brief peck on Satoru’s cheek. “Were you okay with everything? Is there any feedback?”

You shook your head. “You didn’t go too far or anything. You were still so sweet the whole time. I really liked how you made sure me and ‘Toru both were entertained.” Checking the temperature of the water, you waited to hear anything else.

Satoru looked over to you. “Sorry if what I did was too unexpected, I just know you’re kinda scared to admit what you want sometimes. It’s pretty common with chicks.”

“No, it’s alright. It was actually really fun.” You admitted, mirroring Suguru’s kiss on his cheek. “If I wasn’t okay with it I would’ve said something.”

Suguru stretched and popped his neck. “Next time, we should talk more about what we’re doing.”

Satoru whined. “Predictability can be boring though!!!! But I guess it’ll help avoid bad things.”

“Satoru.” You both say, but you let Suguru finish talking. “We can still be spontaneous, that’s been basically our entire relationship.”

“I know.” He whined again and stepped into the shower. “I’ll be the spontaneity!”

After the three of you shower and wind down, you end up snuggled between both men, just talking the night away. You really couldn’t ask for more from them. Satoru made jokes the entire night, mostly cheesy, but all funny. Suguru started to get overly curious about what all you’re afraid to admit and you realized you’d rather be interrogated by Gojo, because at least whatever you say it’s nowhere near as freaky as Satoru’s brain.

“Hey.” Satoru poked your cheek.

“What?”

“Stop assaulting our angel.”

“Shaddup, I have an important announcement.” He rolls over and whispers in your ear. “I love you.”

Suguru puts his hand to his ear. “What was that?”

You follow suit. “Yeah, say it again.”

“I hate you both.” Satoru rolls over, now a red mess.

“Love you too.” Suguru says first, reaching his head across you to kiss Satoru one more time.

“I love you both.” You say, pulling the covers up and then attaching yourself to Satoru like a koala bear.

Satoru huffs and grabs your arm that wrapped around him. “If you didn’t we’d have a problem.” You nuzzled into the back of his neck and soon after, Suguru’s body weight shifted so that he had a hold on you. In one big triple spoon, you closed your eyes and just before you finally got to sleep. Satoru repeated himself. “I really do love you guys.”

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babygorewhore · 4 months

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I’m with you

This is a reupload of my bipolar comfort fic. I originally took it down because at the time it was too vulnerable for me. But now, I want to share it. I want you to feel less alone. And I also need to let this out.

Warnings. Angst. Heavy angst at that. Bipolar disorder depicted but not a specific type. I have type one so this is my experience. Depression and mania shown. Self inflicted bruises. Suicidal thoughts. It’s a heavy one guys. But it ends on a comforting note. Eddie would love you and accept you. And you deserve your own Eddie. I can’t wait to share more fics as the new year passes.

It started slowly.

Eddie noticed you were more tired. You started sleeping more. You didn’t want to go out as much. Your friend’s phone calls and texts went unanswered. It was getting harder for you to get dressed. You didn’t have energy to put on makeup. Anything you loved doing. You just couldn’t do it. You stopped feeling desire.

Eddie knew this was depression. Deep, dark depression. He knew of it. But in a much different way. Some weeks you couldn’t stop crying. Inconsolable and all he could do was hold you until you passed out. You had your doctor appointments online. You couldn’t leave the house. Eddie was beside himself with worry.

“I don’t want to be here.” You hugged your knees while laying on the floor. Eddie tried not to cry. He really did. But your hair was matted. Days old pajamas and your hands trembled with hysteria. A black pit in your chest. “I can’t fucking live in my head! Just make this feeling stop.”

He was terrified of leaving you. Even for a second. You laid your head on his lap, screaming about how much you wanted to die. It was heartbreaking. In his mind, you were so lively. Passionate. Loving. Kind. Funny. You had so many good qualities. He loved you so hard, he couldn’t even imagine life without his special girl.

But you didn’t see it.

You didn’t eat. He had to practically force you to drink something. Eddie was trembling with terror every time you were alone with a closed door.

But then, he came home from work, prepared to give you something to try and cheer you up. You had cleaned the entire apartment. Changed clothes. Showered and you had detangled your hair. Music was playing.

Eddie was…surprised to say the least. He had lost track of time of the deep darkness. But he would take this over the constant unbearable misery.

You were energetic. Bubbling with excitement and you didn’t even look like the same person. Eddie was so happy you seemed better. And for about a week, he thought everything had finally started getting better.

And then it somehow got even worse.

Eddie thought thankfully you were finally sleeping, at least for a few minutes. This new episode didn’t allow you to rest at all. He didn’t understand how you were still standing. You hadn’t slept. Dark circles under your eyes. It was almost a painful opposite of before. Eddie saw you do so many things at once. It was like your mind couldn’t be contained. It wouldn’t shut off. He couldn’t even keep up with you.

After he left for less than two minutes to grab something out of the car, when he came back in, all he heard was your footsteps. Stomping. He quickly came into the bedroom. You were sitting on the floor. You were wearing one of his shirts and shorts. Your hair was out of your face, exposing your clenched jaw and your eyes were glazed with something he was afraid of.

“I thought you were gonna try and sleep, babe.” He was slow to approach you. This was growing unpredictable. It wasn’t a rollercoaster. It was an inescapable storm.

“I can’t fucking sleep.” Your voice was low but biting. “I haven’t been able to sleep. I-“ You exhaled slowly, removing your hands from your lap. Eddie’s eyes widened. Massive bruises on your thighs. Fist sized.

“Baby, why did you that? You don’t deserve that,” He started and you shrugged harshly.

“Well, apparently I do. I must have done something wrong to have this fucking disorder.” You stood and Eddie went to approach you, knowing you were in pain but you shook off his attempt.

“Eddie, this is insane. I have no idea what the next day is. I don’t know if I’m going to be at the bottom of the pit or I’m going to be at the top of the clouds. There is no medium. I’m on all these pills. I go to therapy. I do everything right! But it still doesn’t matter.” You were crying without tears. The bracelet he gave you dangling from your wrist.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I can see it in your eyes. I see it now with the bruises on your legs but you aren’t-“

“God, I can’t do this anymore.” Your hands went on either side of your head. “I can’t fucking do this. I don’t want to live if it’s going to be like this. What kind of life is this? I-i feel like I’m constantly losing my mind. I never get it back. And I don’t know which is worse. I am so tired of fighting a battle no one can see.”

Now, your eyes welled. “Eddie. You don’t deserve this. All I do is probably bring you down with all these problems. You shouldn’t have to suffer because of me.”

He rushed to you, letting go of whatever held him back these past months and wrapped you in a crushing hug. His hair was tied in a bun so he could feel your skin against his face. Eddie hugged you so hard he couldn’t breathe and you stumbled.

He pulled back slightly, cupping your face and wiping away the tears with his thumbs.

“I am never going to let you go or let you deal with this alone. Ever. Baby. I’m not suffering. I have no idea what it’s like to be you. But You know what I feel?” You shook your head. Barely. “All I feel is so much love.”

“You shouldn’t-“

“Yes I should. I know you can’t see it now. And that’s okay. You don’t need to. But I see all of you. I see every thing about you. I want to be with you. No matter how dark it is.” You tried to hide that you were crying but he held you still.

“Baby. You’re not going to deal with this alone. I’ll fight for you. If you can’t right now, then I will. Im going try my fucking best to help you get through this. If that means I sit with you while you’re crying or I help you with a project you come up with. I love all versions of you.”

You finally wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hugged him again. “I love you, and I’m so glad you’re with me.” Your words were choked but Eddie was so relieved to hear them.

As worn out and upset as you were, he knew that that was exactly what you needed. And he was going to always be here with you. To help you get up again.

Tagging @xxhellfirebunnyxx @reidsbtch @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can @emsgoodthinkin @imyourdaninow @slvt4jamesmarch @ifeeltoofuckingmuch @melodymunson @onegirlmanytales

If you’re not tagged I forgot. I’m very tired and I’m going through a depressive state myself. But I hope this comforted you.

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kandisheek · 6 months

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WELL THEN. If we are doing prompts. Stony, one stupid, repeated argument they have. Gimme all the petty stable relationship feels 🤣

Squabbling Stony, coming right up!

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Clint was munching on a handful of chips, walking out of the elevator when he noticed the smell of tomato sauce wafting from the kitchen. He followed it through the living room, stopping when he saw Tony slumped over on the couch table, his head in his hands.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“I’m gonna kill him,” Tony mumbled under his breath, and Clint put the pieces together in his head.

“Are you doing the spaghetti thing?”

“The what?” Tony asked in a voice that threatened imminent violence.

“You are, aren’t you,” Clint said, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. “Fucking hell, how many times are you going to fight over this? Just let the man live.”

“It’s an insult to my heritage,” Tony said gravely, not raising his head. “And if you take his side, you can both go to hell.”

“They’re noodles, Tony,” Steve shouted from the kitchen. “They’ll end up in your stomach either way.”

“My ancestors are crying,” Tony lamented. “Nonna is turning in her grave.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “Who cares if you break them or not?”

Tony whipped around, giving him a look of utter betrayal. “Blasphemy!”

“I’m sure the spaghetti gods will forgive me,” Clint said as Steve came into the room, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Dinner will be ready in twenty,” he said, and Tony glared daggers at him.

“I’m not eating that.”

Steve sighed. “Tony, come on…”

“No. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Steve gave him an incredulous look. “Over noodles? Seriously?”

“Maybe then you’ll finally learn to respect spaghetti,” Tony said, and Clint snorted.

“Well, if you’re not supposed to break them, maybe they should just make them shorter from the get go.”

Tony pointed at him, outraged. “You take that back, you uncultured swine.”

“Or what, you gonna make me sleep on the couch too?” Clint asked, clapping Steve on the shoulder. “Movie marathon at my place, I guess.”

“If you watch Zootopia without me again, I will never forgive you,” Tony hissed, right as Natasha came in, looking between the three of them.

“Is this another spaghetti thing?”

“There is no spaghetti thing!” Tony roared, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.

“So Steve looks like a kicked puppy for some other reason?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Steve explained, a note of sadness in his voice. Clint caught the way Tony’s eye twitched at the sound. “Because of noodles.”

“Maybe you should stop breaking them,” Natasha suggested, and Tony whirled around to gesture at her with both hands, staring at Steve and Clint with wide eyes like, See?

“But they’re so inconvenient to eat,” Steve said, earning himself another huff from Tony.

“Inconvenient. I’ll show you inconvenient when I shove my fist up your ass.”

The elevator dinged, and Bruce stuck his head in.

“I smell tomato sauce.” A pause. “Are they having the spaghetti fight?”

“Nobody asked you,” Tony grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Clint didn’t miss the hopelessly fond look on Steve’s face when he looked at Tony. Christ, that boy was whipped. “I’ll order pizza instead.”

“That’s rude, Tony. Steve cooked for us,” Bruce said, and Tony gave him a betrayed look.

“Et tu, Brute?”

“We still have some uncooked spaghetti left,” Steve said, putting a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I didn’t break them yet. Do you want those?”

Tony looked at Steve’s hand, then wrinkled his nose and met his eyes. “You’re still on thin ice tonight.”

“I’ll throw in a glass of wine and some parmigiano?”

Clint saw Tony’s mouth twitch with an unwilling smile at Steve’s horrible Italian pronunciation. Then he sighed, covering Steve’s hand with his own. “Fine. But I reserve the right to judge you on your choice of wine.”

“Deal.” Steve bent down to kiss Tony, and Clint rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head.

“Great. Now that that’s over, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Good idea.” Tony let Steve pull him to his feet, walking over to the kitchen - and stopping dead in his tracks. “Steve?”

“Hm?”

“Why is there ketchup on the counter?” Tony asked in a deceptively mild tone, and Clint sighed, dropping down on the couch as Steve started stammering excuses.

“Wake me up when they’re done,” Clint said, lying down with his arms crossed behind his head. “Should only take a couple hours.”

#marvel #stony #fanfic #stony fic #steve tony #fanfic asks #snippet

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berry-loves-yandere · 2 years

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Could you do one where for 'The Black Phones' where the reader doubts the love that the boy has for them. Maybe doubt's Robin or Finney's love? Mainly Robin tho. Idk I just have never read anything like that and thought it would be cool.

👌🏻

Why not make it a poly oneshot? (using she/they pronouns for the darling/reader btw)

"𝒲𝑒 𝒹𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊."

Yandere Robin Arellano and Finney Blake with an doubting and insecure darling:

Warnings: unhealthily mindsets, unhealthy behaviours, manipulation, violence (against reader and others), murder, guilt tripping, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!

(Y/N) was in a relationship with Robin Arellano and Finney Blake.

People would give (Y/N) odd stares every time (Y/N) would kiss Robin and Finney on their cheeks.

But even though they went to the drive-in theatre together, would go on picnic dates and the boys giving them gifts, (Y/N) doubted the boys love for her.

All because of the girls in their class who would whisper about how Robin and Finney were only dating (Y/N) as a joke and that nobody would ever want to date someone like (Y/N).

“I mean look at (Y/N)! She just seems so unloveable and ugly. Why would Robin or even Finney ever date someone like (Y/N). Talk about nasty!” One girl in particular, Bethany, ‘whispered’ so (Y/N) would be able to hear.

Even boys would talk about how “she’s disgusting and just trying to date as many boys as possible” and how “they probably don’t even love her.”

Even their own mother would gossip to her friends about how “(Y/N)’s little boyfriends are probably going to do the same thing as her father”

Her mother was a bitter woman and barely cared for (Y/N) since (Y/N)’s father left them as soon as (Y/N)’s mother became pregnant at age 18.

(Y/N) began having thought spirals where they imagined Robin and Finney laughing in her face, telling her that they dated her as joke, that they’ll never be loved by anyone, that they’re a disgusting and sad excuse of a person.

Am I really unloveable? Am I gonna end up just like mom? (Y/N) wondered.

(Y/N) felt like it was best to break up with their boyfriends because she would feel less hurt this way.

(Y/N) put notes in their lockers, telling both boys to meet her at the park, under the tree where they confessed to her.

The boys thought it was going to be something sweet, like (Y/N) made them treats or wanted to carve their initials all together on the tree but they were surprised at what was really about to happen.

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“What the hell do you mean you wanna break up with us?!” Robin shouted.

“I’m sorry! I just can’t do this anymore!” (Y/N) cried, tears already falling.

“What can’t you do?! Love us?!” Robin yelled, his voice cracking as his eyes started tearing up.

“No! I just! I can’t!” (Y/N) stammered over their words before falling to their knees, sobbing, unable to find the words they needed.

Finney quickly wrapped his arms around (Y/N) and let them cry out their feelings in his arms.

Robin was still standing, fists clenched and shaking as tears began falling down his cheeks onto the ground.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” (Y/N) repeated.

Finney let go of them and gripped their shoulders.

“(Y/N). Look at me. Take some deep breaths then try to speak, okay? Ready?” Finney began trying to get (Y/N) to calm down.

Once (Y/N) had stopped crying, they stood up and explained.

“I just, I feel like you guys don’t love me. That our relationship was a joke or bet you guys made. And that you’re just gonna leave me once you’re bored.” (Y/N) explained, in-between sniffles.

Finney and Robin were shocked by this.

“Why would you ever think that? We truly love you. We would do anything for you.” Finney said, gently wiping the stray tears on (Y/N)’s face.

“I heard some people talking about it, I guess but it was mainly cause of my mom and father’s relationship. He left her. She always told me that I’d end up the same as her.” (Y/N) said

“Who was talking about it? Names please.” Robin requested, no longer sad but now angry, all tears gone from his face.

(Y/N) just shook their head, refusing to say anything.

Robin walked closer to (Y/N) and harshly squished their face.

“Who was saying these things?” He asked again.

“Bethany! Some of her friends! Moose and Finney’s old bullies!” (Y/N) squeaked.

Robin let go of (Y/N)’s face and stomped away.

Finney approached (Y/N) and gave her a hug.

(Y/N) felt at ease in Finney’s arms and placed their head on his chest.

“It’ll all be okay. Everything will be perfect.” He mumbled, stroking (Y/N)’s hair.

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After that day, Bethany was terrified to go anywhere near (Y/N), which (Y/N) found strange since Bethany had practically made it her life goal to make (Y/N) as miserable as possible by any means necessary.

Bethany never loudly ‘whispered’ about (Y/N) anymore or ‘accidentally’ dropped things on them.

(Y/N) was happy about that but concerned for Bethany when she saw a hand shaped bruises around Bethany’s wrists, which were barely covered by her long sleeved shirt.

But what was more concerning was Finney’s old bullies and Moose getting beat to a pulp by Robin in front of the school, only two days after the incident at the park.

(Y/N) was too shocked to move as everyone cheered for Robin.

Finney was standing beside (Y/N), smirking as this happened.

Finney had already dealt with Bethany and her little cronies, so it was Robin’s duty to deal with Moose and his goons.

Now, the only person they had to deal with was (Y/N)’s mother but they could save that for later.

Right now, everyone had a clear example of what happens when you try to mess with (Y/N).

Once Robin was finished beating up the other boys, he spit on them and walked away laughing.

“(Y/N). I need you to bandage my hand. Moose has some damn sharp teeth, my knuckles are all bloody.” Robin stated, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand with his own non-bloody hand.

(Y/N) nodded and followed Robin with Finney trailing behind.

Everyone clearly got the message and hopefully no one would try to meddle with the relationship of those three ever again.

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Hurt Like Hell

Warnings: oral, unprotected sexy time, dirty talk

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. I’m gonna make you feel good. Does your little pussy hurt?” JJ murmurs against the flesh of my inner thighs, kissing and sucking and biting everywhere but where I needed. I was covered in love marks from him and I loved it. I was so far gone that my pussy was throbbing.

“JJ, please.” I whined, fisting his hair and bucking my hips as I desperately tried to get any amount of friction.

“I love hearing you beg.” His hot tongue finally licks a stripe up my slit and my hips bucks on their own. JJ quickly secures my body back down with two large hands on my pelvis.

“Keep begging. Tell me what you want.” He starts to tease with his tongue, barely ghosting over my pulsing pussy.

“More, please. Please, J. Don’t stop.” The painful lust had tears springing to my eyes.

“Don’t stop what?” JJ presses, earning a sob from me as he lazily licks around my clit. I was so wet I could feel it pooling on the bed between my thighs.

“Eat my pussy, please.” I whimper, locking eyes with him as my hips start to roll. “Fuck me with your tongue. Make me cum. Please, JJ. I can’t take it.”

“All you had to do was ask, baby.” JJ dives in, earning a startled yell from me as he sucks my clit into his mouth while applying pressure in all the right places. All while continuing to hold my hips down. I was close already.

“J.” I gasp, my body starting to tremble as the room fills with obscene wet and sucking sounds. I feel him smirk against my skin before his tongue plunges inside me, fucking me like he would with his dick. I keen, fighting against the hold he had on my hips. The pleasure was too much. I needed to get away. But I was thankful he didn’t let me.

“Come on, you little slut. Cum all over my face.” We lock eyes again just as he releases one of my hips and latches onto my clit, sucking and flicking it hard. I cry out, throwing my head back into the mattress as that wave hits me. When I think it can’t get any more intense, two thick fingers shove inside me and I scream my release. My body convulses until I think I’ve blacked out, my free thigh trying to suffocate him as it quickly becomes too much.

The guilt was starting to set back in as the haze wore off. We shouldn’t be doing this. It was a one time thing. How did we even get here?

JJ must feel it too because he pulls back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand with a concerned look. He sits up and I think he’ll leave and make things easier on me but he reaches over his head and grabs his shirt, yanking it off. I gulp as I take in his perfect body.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” JJ asks in a lust filled voice that goes straight to my core. I swallow as he unbuttons his shorts and pushes them down his thighs along with his boxers. All train of thought leaves my brain as I stare at his cock.

Hard. Thick. Ready.

He’s suddenly hovering over me and his lips crash into mine. I moan as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, letting me taste myself as he consumes me.

“Tell me.” He whispers, nibbling my bottom lip. I gasp when his cock nudges my clit as he starts to rock his hips back and forth.

“We shouldn’t do this.” I whimper, kissing him over and over again as he teases me. My hand slides down to grip his ass and I dig my nails in. JJ hisses into my mouth and he grabs my tit harshly, pinching my nipple.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” JJ bares his teeth with an angry growl. The need for release was too much. There was no way either of us could stop.

“This isn’t right.” I breathe, arching my hips up and his cock catches on my entrance. Both of us stare at the other with wide eyes and I feel his body shake with restraint. The head was inside me.

“I know but goddamn.” His eyes fall closed as he savors the feeling. “You’re so wet and hot.” I reach between us and grip his shaft, stroking him as the head remains inside me. JJ moans loud. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard and my body clenches around him.

“How are you going to jerk me off while my tip is inside you?” JJ rasps, eyes hooded and lips parted as he stares at me. I lick my lips. The need to be filled with making me crazy. His cock was making me stupid.

“I-I don’t know. I didn’t think about it.” My voice is barely more than a whisper and his shoulders tremble as he shakes his head.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy.” JJ bites out, kissing me hard for a moment. “Move your hand. Let me in.” JJ murmurs against my lips. I hesitate for a moment. There was no going back after this. Once was a mistake. Twice was..

My hand falls away and he slams in, knocking the wind from my lungs as our bodies suddenly become flush.

“Fuck. Fuck!” JJs voice sounds almost pained and I want to ask him what he’s thinking but he starts to fuck me and I can’t talk anymore. I can’t form a single thought as he thrusts harder and harder. Sweat drips from his brow onto me but I don’t care. I spread my legs as far as I can, wanting him as deep as possible as my eyes roll back.

“Oh, god.” I cry, arching my neck just as his mouth finds my neck. The sound of his grunting becomes music to my ears. Tears spring to my eyes as I cum hard, biting his shoulder as the wave swallows me whole. It felt like an out of body experience.

“You’re so fucking tight.” JJ growls in my ear, his hands finding mine as he laces our fingers together on the bed. I capture his lips with mine.

“Cum for me, J. Cum inside me. Please. I need it.” JJ groans again at my filthy words as his pace becomes harder.

“Oh, baby.” I suck his tongue into my mouth and he moans louder than before, his hips snapping forward three more times before he stills. We pant for air against each others lips and I’m fairly certain his entire body weight is on top of mine but I can’t find it in me to care. I didn’t want to ruin this. Not yet.

Just a few more minutes.

“We can’t do this again.” JJ whispers. My eyes fall closed as I attempt to hide my tears. He was right. So why did it still hurt like hell?

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow

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beann-e · 2 years

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“ you look pretty like this “ his voice came out low enough to rival the drumming of your heartbeat. The whistles of the wind only adding to your anxiety in the moment.

Eyes darting anywhere but his in fear of him taking back his compliment when he saw your face. “ ‘ tsumu I’m crying my ass off right now because I fucked up dinner and we’re gonna fucking starve how in the hell do I look pretty right now “

“ we can order take out “ you pouted as he spoke a large smile on his face “ this’ll be the third night in a row “

“ and? we eat good everytime don’t we ? “ he smiled softly “ ‘eat so good we both pass out on the couch huh “

You moved away from him as he tried to pull you into his chest. The fight for you to escape a difficult one that you ultimately ended up losing. “ ‘tsuma “ you cried out into his chest in a whine

“ y/n “ he whined back hand moving to rub up and down your back as he felt his t shirt starting to get stained a small smile on his face when he finally heard you cry.

He didn’t know why but he felt that you had a harsh couple of days. You hadn’t told him anything , hadn’t done anything severely different , hadn’t screamed or talked to him in a different way he just…. Felt it.

You were his other half you completed him and when you were broken he was broken.

“ yknow baby— my spikes at practice have been off the last couple of days and me and the guys haven’t been able to explain why but “ you cried harder knowing you affected him so much “ after seeing you struggle this hard by yourself I think I finally see why”

He sighed as he rested his chin atop your head “ you can’t keep fighting your demons by yourself my love” voice going low in a whisper “ even if you talk to the stupid cat you talked me into buying — you can still vent to something ok “ he sighed “ or even someone —.

He moved to lift up your chin with his finger “ maybe me ? Next time “ forcing you to look up at him wiping the tears that fell before running his thumb over your lips he could tell you’d been biting at as a source of relief for your anxiety “ baby “

It saddened him to see how much you’d been struggling on your own and he didn’t know. Seeing how much you’d disappointed him making you only cry harder as you looked away shoving your head back into his chest “ y/n why didn’t you tell me it had gotten this bad “

“ I didn’t — “

“ yknow how much I hate it when you suffer by yourself “ he shook his head “ we’re a team remember— we’re ‘tsumu and y/n — my name doesn’t sound right without yours baby “

Your hand gripping fistfuls of his shirt “ you don’t have to tell me what it is wether it’s studying , schoolwork , a bad day at work , or even something as dumb as forgetting to put gas in the tank before I take the car in the morning “ he swallowed “ but just know I’m here for you even if you don’t want to talk “

He moved to kiss your forehead “ I’ll be your emotional support when you don’t have one “ he bent down to pick up your cat smooshing the animal in your face “ we’ll both listen “

The cat letting out a small meow at the action “ see — we promise“

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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Darling, don’t you ever grow up | Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Eddie becomes a dad. Spoilers: he’s the best dad

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I never read or write anything with babies in them, so this is a first for me. Please be nice

** should I make a part 2 where the baby is growing up?

You never doubted Eddie that would be a great parent. Naturally, he was very nervous during the pregnancy and childbirth, but you knew in your heart that he would be a fantastic father.

‘’I can’t be a dad, there’s drugs in places I don’t even remember putting them. What if she - or he - finds a bag of weed and chews on it? I’m gonna be no better than my own father,’’ Eddie rambled in panic during a mental breakdown, pacing in circles in your small apartment.

You knew this was his overactive imagination and the childhood trauma was engraved in his head speaking, but it still made your heart ache. You get that he was scared to relive his father’s mistakes, but he shouldn’t compare himself to his old man.

Unlike his father, Eddie cared for his daughter. She meant the world to him and loved her with his whole heart - even before she was born. You knew he would do things the right way.

You saw the sparks in his eyes the day Zeppelin was born - and the tears of joy in his eyes. Although she was right in front of his eyes, Eddie still couldn’t believe he was a dad.

The first time he held her - his daughter - was very emotional. She was so small barely any pajamas would fit her. Her pink knitted hat gifted by the hospital was the only clothing that didn’t look huge on her. Her hair was dark and she had a lot - just like her father. Her skin was red and fragile from being born minutes ago.

Since coming back from the hospital, your batteries shut down around 6pm. You hadn't fallen asleep at that hour since you were a kid, but becoming a mother turned out to be a lot more exhausting than you thought.

Thankfully, Eddie was very helpful. He held her so carefully and was so quick to get to her crib whenever he'd hear a slightest sound that resembled a whimper or a cry. You liked to joke that he was an overprotective parent and he would flip you off in return.

While you napped on the couch, Eddie was on baby duty. Little Zeppelin was so tiny in his arms, it was adorable. He was so gentle with her, your heart melted every time you caught them having a moment together.

Right now, he was sitting in the rocking chair, quietly speaking to his sleeping daughter. Her little hand was wrapped around his finger and her little eyelids fluttered as she was dreaming.

‘’I won't let nobody hurt you, won't let no one break your heart. You will be raised in a home filled with love and happiness. My and your mommy are never going to desert you,’’ he told baby Zeppelin while rocking her wrapped in her favorite blanket.

The first month of being parents went by in a blur. You and Eddie were both exhausted from waking up every two or three hours to feed Zeppelin. All she did was eat, sleep and fill her diaper, but god was it exhausting.

You had moved the crib to the bedroom for easier access during the night. It was taking a lot of space, but it was more practical. Your mom warned you not to do this because the baby will get used to sleeping there, but what she didn't know won't bother her, right?

Sometimes, Eddie would bring her in the bed and she would fall asleep on his chest right away, lulled by her father's breathing.

Things got better by the second month. Zeppelin was starting to stay awake for longer periods and she was all smiles with her chubby cheeks and round eyes.

She even began pulling at Eddie's hair, which always made you laugh. She surprisingly had a strong hold. Now, when he was close to her, he was more warry. While he liked when you pulled his hair, Zeppelin was just not letting go and pulling harder.

‘’Ow,’’ he hissed, trying to uncurl her little fist from his strand of hair and failing. ‘’Y/N? Can you come here for a minute? I need a little…assistance with our little princess.’’

A frown between your eyebrows, you abandoned your laundry folding and went to the bedroom where Eddie’s voice had called for you. A laugh spilled from your mouth, amused by the situation.

‘’You’re gonna have to tie your hair at some point. She’s really taken a liking to it.’’ You took Zeppelin’s little fist and carefully uncurled it from Eddie’s hair. ‘’Or, you’re gonna have to cut it-’’

‘’Not happening!’’ Eddie shook his head. ‘’Nope.’’

‘’Good. Because I like your hair long.’’

A smug smile curled on his lips. ‘’I know you do.’’

Four months went by, and you decided to make a trip to Hawkins. You were feeling more rested by then and had fully recovered from childbirth, so you had no excuse not to visit your hometown. The idea didn't enchant you nor Eddie, the place filled with unpleasant memories, but your mother and brother along with Eddie's uncle had yet to meet Zeppelin.

Not seeing your family and friends as much made you sad, but moving out of Hawkins after graduation had been the best idea for both you and Eddie. In Hawkins, you felt suffocated and observed everywhere you went just because you were in love with a boy that didn't fit the towners' standards.

Here, in Philadelphia, you got a fresh start.

Eddie was known as Eddie, the guy who repaired cars at the auto shop on second street - not the freak. He missed playing D&D with the Hellfire club - which was now in the hands of your little brother, Dustin - and having gigs with Corroded Coffins at the Hideout, but his life was here in Philadelphia now.

The second you pulled in the driveway, your mother was running out of the door and yelling at Dustin that you were here. She was practically jumping on her feet on the porch. You had never seen her so excited before.

''Dusty! Come see the baby! Your sister is here!''

You barely had time to get out of the car that your mother was hugging you tight. The last time you had seen her was at Dustin's birthday last year when you announced that you were pregnant. You hadn't planned on telling the big news on Dustin's birthday, but the ultrasound picture slipped from your purse and your mother saw it.

She pulled from the hug and tried to peek through the backseat window where Zeppelin was still seated. ''Where is my granddaughter?''

''Oh, we didn't bring her,'' you told your mom as a joke.

Claudia narrowed her eyes and glanced at Eddie on the other side of the car.

He shook his head to deny. ''Worry not, Mrs. Henderson, we didn't leave her in Philly. I can't leave my house without my little princess.''

''I told you to call me Claudia, you're part of the family now,'' your mother reminded him as she hugged him too.

''Unfortunately,'' Dustin quipped from the porch.

Eddie gave him the finger behind your mother's back, making Dustin grin. Some things never change.

Dustin wouldn't say it, but he missed Eddie a lot since you moved away. Since meeting him through Hellfire Club in his freshman year, Dustin saw Eddie like a brother. He looked up to him a lot. Funny thing is, they were now brother-in-laws.

After your mother released him, Eddie opened the backseat door and unlocked the baby car seat from its platform. Automatically, your mother pounced on the baby, cooing at Zeppelin who was soundly sleeping.

''Aw, she had your eyes, Y/N.''

You grabbed the diaper bag and swung it on your shoulder. ''Mom, she's sleeping. You can't see her eyes.''

Once inside, Dustin didn’t want to hold his niece, scared he would drop her. Lucas or Mike must’ve said that in his head as jokes, but Dustin took it seriously. These little shitheads.

‘’He is such a great father, I'm impressed. Your father didn't even want to change your diaper!’’ your mother commented as she watched Eddie kiss Zeppelin's little feet and whispering little things while he changed her.

A fond smile curled on your lips, watching the scene before you. ‘’He’s the best father.’’

‘‘I was hesitant when you and him started dating, but I see why you stuck with him. He’s a good man.’‘

You didn't stay in Hawkins for long. Three days was long enough.

During your short stay, you got enough dirty - and shocked - looks from neighbors, old classmates and nosey towners to make you not miss your hometown. Mrs. Jenkins, the pastor's wife, made a nasty comment about you going to hell while you were picking up groceries your mother forgot for dinner. All because you had a baby with a satanist.

Eddie was a lot of things, but a Satan worshiper was not one of them.

There wasn't only bad though. Dustin's friends came over to meet Zeppelin, along with Chrissy - now Auntie Chrissy. She was your best friend and the only one with whom you kept in touch after high school. She was also the first you told about your pregnancy - right after Eddie. She screamed through the phone and cried, happy for you and Eddie.

''Oh my god, Y/N, she is so cute,'' Chrissy cooed as Zeppelin smiled at her and made bubbles with her mouth, soaking the collar of her pajama. ''She is the cutest baby.''

''She really is. She gets that from her daddy,'' you said, leaning back against Eddie's shoulder.

''Me? Cute?'' Eddie shook his head, denying. ''Nah. She gets the cute part from her mommy.'' He stole a kiss from you and you smiled.

Getting pregnant at nineteen had not been part of your plans, but you couldn't be happier.

''Who's the new hot gossip now that we've bounced?'' you asked Chrissy, wanting to hear the new juicy gossips going around.

The blonde pursed her lips, thinking. ''There's not much- Oh! Did you know Jason knocked two girls up?''

Your jaw dropped. ''No way! Two?!''

Eddie barked a laugh, getting up. ''His pull out game got weak,'' he joked, snatching Zeppelin from Chrissy and lifting her in the air to make her scream and laugh.

You snorted, then glanced between Zeppelin and him. ''Do you want to talk about your pull-out game? Clearly, you it wasn't good enough.''

On the couch, Chrissy covered her mouth to keep her laugh in.

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b1as1an-souya · 2 years

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(Fluff) grade school mikey, baji, and draken x soft male reader, they all go to the park but these older kids come up and want to fight and begin the delinquents the other three are they fight and y/n stands there and watches but he sees his friends struggling and getting hurt and starts crying (like angry) and beats up the kids that wanted to fight and hurt them pretty badly, Then when everything is over y/n is crying and asking if the three were ok through sobs and then says "im a bad person" and then the three are hurt by what he said (because y/n isn't a fighter and hates hurting people even if they are mean) and comfort little y/n"

This idea is so creative so I just had to write it!

“We’re not gonna leave you!”

Baji, Mikey, and draken x male reader

Ps: this is like in 2002-2003 where everyone is in their last year of grade school so they’re 11-13(?)

[Name] didn’t like fighting or violence overall. But yet he was surrounded by people who fought and had violent tendencies! They were his best friends actually. They did everything together honestly…

“Yo [Name]! You wanna hang out at the park with us after school!” Mikey said eager to talk to his friend. “Leave him alone dumbass! We know you’re gonna force him to come!” Draken yelled at the boy hitting him on the head. “Ken-chin you’re so mean! I was not gonna force [Name]!” Mikey pouted while whining.

“Shut up Mikey!” Baji yelled at Mikey throwing a empty carton of milk at Mikeys head. “No I’m free I can hang!” [Name] yelled out in attempt to stop the three dumbasses of his friends to stop fighting. “Oh in that case lets go!” Mikey yelled rushing to the school exit. “But that means we’re skipping class!” [Name] yelled out trying to catch up with Mikey and the others.

“Doesn’t matter school is almost done!” Draken said as he ran up with Mikey. “Last one there has to buy the winner a snack!” Baji yelled out teasing [Name] who was currently in last place. “No fair!” [Name] yelled out as he started to run faster. “Oh no you don’t!” Draken said as [Name] was less than a inch behind the boy.

“I’m not gonna lose!” [Name] yelled as he past the tattooed boy. “I’m coming for you next Mikey!” [Name] yelled as the park became more visible to him. “Hell no!” [Mikey] said. “Holy shit! The two are literally at the same pace!” Baji yelled out in awe as he struggled to catch up with the two! “Prepare to loose Keisuke!” [Name] teased as he stuck his tongue out at the loosing boy.

“Damm it!” Baji said as he was the last one to reach the park marking the poor boy as the loser. “I win!” Mikey yelled out victoriously. “No you didn’t it was a tie!” [Name] yelled. “I won right Ken-chin!?” Mikey yelled while looking at Draken. “Dumbass! It was a tie!” Draken yelled at Mikey. “So that means there’s only one way to settle this right…Manjiro?” [Name] said seriously. “I guess so…[Name]!” Mikey said as he raised a fist at [Name].

“ROCK!”

“PAPER!”

“SCISSORS!”

The two yelled out. Mikey having paper while [Name] had scissors. “Hah! I win!” [Name] said with a shit eating grin. “It doesn’t even matter I’m the real loser in the end!” Baji said a bit agitated. “Don’t worry I’ll go with you Keisuke! So ya wont feel lonely!” [Name] said as he gave him a pat on the back. “As if that would make it any better!” Baji yelled. “But you could come if you want…” Baji admitted right after.

“You two wait right her right!” [Name] said to Mikey and Draken. “Bye bye!” Mikey waved. “So whatddya want?” Baji asked while looking at [Name]. “Hmmmmm…” [Name] thought while he scratched his head. “Kinako fried bread!” [Name] yelled out. “Isn’t that Mikey’s favorite food! Is it for him?” Baji asked.

“It’s also mine!” [Name] said as he gave Baji a warm smile. “You’re so childish sometimes!” Baji yelled. “Ya think i get it from Mikey?” [Name] said as he laughed. “Maybe…” Baji said as he smiled.

When the two entered the store [Name] quickly went to go get his snack and told Baji he could go on ahead. “You don’t have to pay! I have my own money!” [Name] said feeling a bit bad that Baji had to pay. “Are you sure…? If so this is just our little secret alright?” Baji said. “Im one hundred percent sure! And my mouth is closed!” [Name] said as Baji left the store.

Alright I could buy snacks for the rest of em now! [Name] thought as he went to go get Mikey, Baji, and Drakens favorite snacks. “It’s like a gift!” [Name] muttered to himself as he paid and left the store looking to see if Baji was still in sight. “Alright I’m clear to go!” [Name] whispered as he carefully walked back to the park.

A few minutes had passed since [Name] left the park with Baji and now he was here. “Finally…” [Name] whispered to himself as he opened his eyes.

When [Name] open his eyes he was shocked. His friend were getting beat up by some 3rd year middle schoolers. And they were struggling to! “What’s going on…?” [Name] said as he dropped the bag with all the snacks in it and rushed to Bajis side. “What’s happened?!” [Name] said worriedly.

“Don’t worry about it [Name] we got it!” Mikey said trying to reassure [Name]. “Yeah! We’re fine!” Draken said while giving him a thumbs up. “I think theres one more person that wants to get beat up!” One of the middle schoolers said letting go of Bajis shirt and walking towards [Name]. “Don’t touch him you son of a bitch!” Baji said as he attempted to get up but fell right down.

Now all 3 of the Middle schoolers were surrounding [Name] he was still processing what just happened to his friends. “You wanna join your little punk ass friends so bad huh?! We’ll gladly help you!” The middle schooler said as he punched [Name] in his face giving him a nosebleed right after. “[NAME]!!!” Mikey yelled as he attempted to go to his friends side.

“That’s not enough for your dumbass huh?” The middle schooler said again kicking [Name] in the stomach making him fall down. The three just continued to beat [Name] up until the leader said “I think he’s learned his lesson now lets go.”

“You guys…” [Name] said, as tears fell down his eyes. “Y-YOU GUYS ARE JUST A BUNCH OF MEANIES!!!” [Name] said again now fully crying. “[Name] It’s okay you’ve already gotten hurt!” Baji said trying to stop his friend from getting hurt even more. “He’s right You’re already beaten bloody!!” Draken said desperately.

“You three-” *sniff* “You three have a lot of nerve to hurt-” *sniff* “To hurt my f-friends!” [Name] said while wiping his tears. “You really want more huh? Fucking dumbass!” The boss of the two said while charging at [Name].

Then for a second [Name] flew in the air then there was a dull sound and the Middle schoolers were out of Mikey, Baji, and Drakens sight. Next thing you know all three of them were knocked out, and bloody. [Name] who was still crying gave one last fatal kick to the main one who hurt his friends before rushing to his friends sides.

“Baji! D-Draken! Mikey! *sob* Are you okay!” [Name] said as he helped Baji get up putting him down on the bench. Tears still falling from his eyes due to the fact his friend were that badly hurt. “I…” Was all [Name] managed to say when he helped Mikey get up. “I’m…” [Name] said again. “I’m a horrible person! A-And, I-I’m gonna loose you three because I am!” [Name] said as he finally got his words out.

When the three finally processed [Names] words they felt horrible. “You’re not a bad person at all [Name]!” Mikey said trying to reassure him. “You’re also not gonna loose us! We’re still gonna be your friend after this!” Baji said. “They’re right you actually did us a big one!” Draken said while smiling.

“Really…?” [Name] said while wiping his tears still sniffing and crying. “Really so stop crying at tell us where ya learned how to fight like that!” Mikey said while giving [Name] a light punch on his arm. “Yeah! That was so badass!” Draken yelled amazed by his friend awesome fighting skills. “I didn’t know ya had it in ya!” Baji teased while giving [Name] a smile.

“Wait! I forgot I bought snacks for you three!” [Name] said as he stopped crying. “You bought snacks for us?!” Baji yelled while pointing at [Name]. “You didn’t buy [Name] a snack?!” Mikey yelled at Baji. “He insisted and then he told me to leave!” Baji said trying to defend himself. “That doesn’t make any difference dumbass!” Draken said as he ruffled Bajis hair.

“I’m back!” [Name] said only to see the three of his friends arguing and laughing. Only to find himself laughing at them. “Huh?” The three said only to find [Name] laughing. “Our crybaby friend is back!” Mikey teased as he was about to munch down on the snack [Name] bought him.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tok rev #tokyo revengers manga #x male reader #anime #male reader #tok rev x male reader #anime / manga #tok rev fluff #baji x male reader #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #ken ryuguji #draken x male reader #draken #manjiro sano #mikey x male reader #tokyo revengers

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l0sercat · 10 months

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TW: Can you make a spider noir x goth coquette reader? And where the read struggles with a ED/paranoia and maybe SH/thoughts of it. And maybe put in there they have bpd/other mental disorders that cause the thoughts for it….that’s all I got off the top of my head but you can add other stuff if you want I just want comfort angst based off what I’m going through rn

If you need help or someone to talk to I'm here :)

Also TW!! To people who won't be able to handle topics like these don't read and if you do I'm not responsible for anything.

Spiderman Noir x goth! reader

Peter watched as you giddily put on your outfit. Your clothes were different from what he knew it that's what he loved about you. You didn't fit in the social norms and had your own sense of style. He found your outfits to be gorgeous and loved seeing you dressed up.

He planned on taking you to a nice restaurant. There was no reason he just wanted to take you somewhere nice. He wanted to see you smile. When you were finished with getting all dolled up he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you in close.

"You always look so good all dolled up" he said and eyes you up and down slowly to take in everything. You smiled and lightly shoved his shoulder "So I don't look nice when I'm not dressed up?" You teasingly said which clearly made him choke and fumble over his words. "That's not what I meant you always look nice I just love when you put on your gothic outfits" you giggle and roll your eyes and place a kiss on his cheek. "Let's for we don't wanna be late for our reservation"

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You both sat at the table and conversed in conversation. Everything was lively and light and you felt good. Then when you got your food everything crashed and spiraled for you. You felt eyes on you everywhere it felt like everyone was watching you eat. Deep down you knew it wasn't true but the thoughts clouded your mind.

You took and bite of your food and you were visibly tense and your hands were clammy. You felt like throwing up the pressure you felt was heavy. The stares felt like heavy weights on your back. You covered your mouth and nervously looked around. No one was looking at you but the stares didn't go away. Peter noticed something was up and looked at you with worry. "Are you okay?" He asked

Your head snapped at him and you nervously fidgeted. "Y-yeah I just uh" you swallowed nervously and fidgeted uncomfortably "I'm gonna use the bathroom.." you said an stood up and walked away. You brought your arms to your chest and picked up your pace. People looked at you with harsh stares and disgust. You felt like crying and you practically slammed the door to the bathroom open. You rushed into a stall and let tears slide down your cheeks.

You brought your fists to your head and started to punch your self. "Stupid stupid stupid..." You mumbled and let out a choked sob. You felt overwhelmed and you couldn't process anything. Your vision blurred and your thoughts raced. Why were you crying? You had nothing to be upset about no one was watching you. But Peter was... he probably thinks your fat. You did order a lot and compared to him your a log while he's a stick. Yeah.. he's probably judging you probably grossed out. Before you could process it your fingers were shoved down your throat, making you gag and your dinner came hurling out.

You saw the vomit sitting in the toilet and you grew disgusted with yourself. You hated yourself for doing this but at the same time it's the only way for you not the be fat. Your fingers found there way into you that again and you threw up more vomit. And you repeated it again and again until you felt like passing out. You couldn't produce anymore tears and the old ones dried up. You slowly blinked and looked down at your pathetic form. You felt sorry for yourself, your fingers wet and sticky, your throat sore and stomach aching. Your limbs felt numb and you adverted your eyes to the wrists. They were decently healed, in he past you cut and scratched yourself but Peter helped you. He was by your side and supported you and got you help. You felt like crying again just thinking about Peter. Your slowly got up and flushed the toilet. You went to the sink and washed your hands. You looked in the mirror and saw the mess that was yourself. Your makeup was ruined and running down your face and your hair was a little messed up.

You walked out walking slowly because your legs felt like the could give out any minute. Your vision was a bit blurry and it felt like everything was spinning. You made it to the table and Peter took one look at you and was worried sick. "What happened and you alright?" He asked his vice full of panic and you looked at him with a blank look. You fell in his arms "Can we leave please?" You said in a cracked voice "Yeah of course..." he mumbled and held you. He grabbed your waist and lead you out of the restaurant.

He picked you up in his arms and and whispered little words of affirmation to you. You cling to him and just closed your eyes listening to his voice. He rushed to your little shared apartment.

He placed you on the bed and laid next you. "What's wrong? Why did you cry? Are you okay?" He asked. You slowly turned towards him and curled into a ball next to him. "I- I'm having these thoughts again...I you don't think I'm fat right? You think my bodyweight is normal and-" you whispered and cut yourself before you broke down again. Peters eyes widen and he held you in his arms. "No I don't think your fat your perfect the way you are and it's okay if your having thoughts again, I'll always be by your side. I'll never leave you I promise, I'm going to take care of you" he said

You tightened your grip on his vest and buried your face in his chest. You let your tears fall free again and he felt his best getting soaked but he didn't care. He held you firm against him and whispered sweet nothings in your ear to try to comfort you. Peter rubbed your back with one hand gently and kissed the top of your head. "It's gonna be alright I promise"

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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Doing What Big Brother's Do (Hell's Paradise)

Oh look, it’s my boys 🥰🥰🥰

Heyo everyone! Guess who finally wrote her Chobe fic? This girl! Like “Hardened Criminals”, this one has been in the making for awhile now- I just never got the motivation to finish it until the anime came out ajsnnwmsmwms 🤣 I love them so much, and I hope you like it!

Summary: Toma’s starting to feel the effect of the island and questions his worth. Lucky for him, he’s got his brother Chobe there to help him out.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go find us something to eat.” Chobe’s call back was only an echo now, fading as he exited the safety of the cave. Toma would have gone with him had he not injured himself. Fighting these oversized beasts left him exhausted, and one misstep nearly sent him tumbling over an edge to his death.

Thanks to Chobe’s fast reflexes, he remained alive- the only drawback was a now strained ankle. Physically be fine- it wasn’t that severe of an injury.

Mentally…not so much.

“I’m sorry, brother.” He said to no one, burying his chin in his drawn up knees, his mind sharpening like a blade to his heart.

‘Useless’.

‘Waste.

‘Nothing but an anchor to Chobe you are.’

‘He’s gonna die because of you.’ ‘Look how much he’s given up- for you.’

It hurt. Hurt worse than the loss of their lives. It hurt worse than any pain he’s experienced before. The reality that he was only holding his brother back- that he was nothing but an extra mouth to feed and body to shield for him. He was weak and scared and so very useless.

‘I want to disappear.’ He thought bitterly. ‘I want to disappear.’

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“Hey, I’m back! Look what I found!” Chobe grinned as he entered the cave, shirt in arms filled with a variety of fruits and other edible things. Well- hopefully editable things. It was hard to tell what was safe and what wasn’t on this god forsaken island. “I know you won’t eat any monster parts- even though they really aren’t all that bad…”

When he got no answer- no cry of “Ew! No way!” or note of interest, Chobe looked around. “Toma?” He called out, laying the haul on the floor.

His brother was curled up with his face in his knees, still as a stone. For a brief, panicked moment, Chobe was scared for the worst. Then Toma’s shoulders shook and he felt his chest unwind some. “Toma? You alright?” He came over, kneeling before his brother. He couldn’t hear any sobbing- just shaky breaths. “Toma, look at me.”

“I’m a burden.” He got instead, Toma’s face still in his arms. This made Chobe nearly fall over in shock. “You don’t need to lie. I know I am.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa- back the hell up like- a hundred steps.” Chobe reached out, taking his brother’s shoulders in hand. “Toma, look at me.” He asked again. “Please?”

Finally, he did. As suspected, his face was dry, but those eyes. Those eyes cut Chobe to the core. Dark and sad, as if Toma was drowning within. “Brother-”

“Nope, shut up.” Chobe cut him off, reaching out and fisting the back of Toma’s hair. Pressing their foreheads together, he looked him dead in the eye, willing the younger boy to hear him through the ache. “You listen to me. You are not a burden. You’ve never been a burden. You’re the farthest thing from it, and if I ever hear you call yourself that again I’ll pinch you.”

“But brother-”

“I’m not done.” Chobe tugged his hair, making Toma go silent. “If it weren’t for you, I’d be stuck in that prison cell waiting for my death. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead years ago, lying in my own filth without a purpose to live.”

“You’d be fine.” Toma spoke softly, voice scarily reassured. “You’re great at change.”

“Only because I need to. Because we need to.” Chobe released his hold on Toma’s hair, letting it fall back in place. “You’re my brother- my flesh and blood, and the only person on this godforsaken earth I care about. Even if you lost all your limbs and the ability to speak, I’d bring you with me. I’d tie you to my back and take you with me everywhere I went, cause that’s what big brothers do.” He nodded, voice softening as tears rolled down Toma’s face. “I don’t need to though- I know you’d be fine too. You’re smart, you’re good with the right kinds of people, and you’re as tough as me. So no more burden thoughts, okay?”

Toma didn’t speak, lips quivering some before he flattened his mouth, taking a deep breath. When he blinked, the dark swamp in his eyes lessened. “Okay.”

“Good. Now- as your big brother, I need to fix this mess you’ve gotten yourself into.” Chobe grinned, his hands falling from Toma’s shoulders to his sides, quickly digging in and making the other squeak. “Can’t have you crying over dinner- the food won’t taste very good! Well- maybe it would add some salt…”

“Ah! Ahehahahahhaha! B-Brohohohohother! Wahhahhahait!” Toma squeaked, doubling over in giggles as he tried catching Chobe’s hands. “Thahahahhat’s not fahhahahahhair!”

“What’s not fair? I’m just doing what big brother’s do.” Chobe snickered, moving closer so he could really get all the bad spots along Toma’s ribs. He should probably feel bad- Toma couldn’t fight back- not with a sprained ankle.

Eh? Ces’t la vie.

“Coohohohoohme ohoohoohoohn! Dohoohohohn’t be mehehehhehan!” Toma cried, arms coming down in a weak effort to protect his sides, unable to block out Chobe’s investigative fingers. “I’m ihihiiihihihnjured!”

“Are you now? Did you get hurt anywhere besides your ankle?” Chobe reached down, squeezing his hip. “Here? How about here?” He pinched beneath his ribs. “Are these broken? Lemme check!”

“Brohohohoohohohther!” Toma squeaked, falling to his side in a weak attempt at escape. Chobe followed him down, one hand attacking his belly while the other dug into his armpit. “Stahhahhahap, stahhahhap, pleahhahahahse!”

“Feel better? Not gonna call yourself a burden anymore?” Chobe questioned, bringing both hands into Toma’s armpits for maximum effect. Toma all but shrieked.

“Yehheheehhehes!”

“Are you gonna start having more faith in yourself and me?”

“Yehhehehhehehhes!”

“.....are you sure?”

“CHOHOOHOHBE STAHHAHAP IT!”

“Pfft- okay okay.” Chobe cackled, falling back as he watched Toma curl into himself, gasping for breath. “Heh, still so ticklish all these years later.”

“Shuhuhuuhsh! Yoohohu’re just as bahahhahad!” Toma jabbed him in the belly, making Chobe double over with a snort-laugh. Swatting his hands away, he stood up, bringing his findings back to Toma.

“Alright, smart ass. Look; I found us food.” He grinned, presenting the apple. “Don’t worry, it’s real. I took a bite out of everything just to be sure.”

“Brother, that’s dangerous!” Toma sat up, wide eyed. Then he winced, grossed out. “And disgusting. What if it was a monster part?”

“Yeah, took a bite of one of those fish monsters. It was so-!”

“EW! Stop!”

Chobe cackled in glee, grinning like a goon. “I’m kidding! I know what’s safe and what’s not.” He pulled Toma up, passing him an orange. “Now eat. Before this stuff goes bad.”

Toma nodded, taking the orange. He looked at it briefly before meeting his brother’s eyes, a small but genuine smile on his lips. “Thanks brother.”

“Eh, don’t mention it.” Chobe grinned around an apple. “That’s what big brother’s do.”

Thanks for reading!

#hell’s paradise #tickle #tickle fic #angst with a happy ending #aza chobe #aza toma #chobe is the best big brother let’s gooo! 🥰🥰🥰

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iris-is-silly · 5 months

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To be honest I’ll never actually post anything besides this on here and it will probably be a depressing post.

I hate my life. I’m losing a good reason to wake up every time I get up. It’s to the point where waking up and staying awake is a chore and would just love to bedrot. I’ve written suicide notes on suicide notes and I’ve written one for everyone. I’ve even written a poem and some stories.

I love my friends and my cats but thats all anymore. Even then I still struggle with my friends. I hate talking or trying to start a conversation now and most of my messages feel like they are hitting brick walls.

I hate my body. God is my body disgusting. I feel like throwing up looking in the mirror. I can’t go anywhere without covering up my body. If I’m seen without a hoodie I scurry like a rat till I feel safe.

I hate the stress. I’ve been degraded my whole life. Whether it be in elementary for doing nothing and being the odd one out for being neuro-divergent, To being bullied and degraded by my own mom and dad. Im able to drive and the elementary high school bullying went to being attacked, SA’d, talked about everywhere and being hate crimed. All of these things because what.? Im different from you all.? That justifies your need to attack me and shit talk every one of my uncontrollable insecurities day by day.? Well guess what assholes you are winning.

I hate living. I’ve never had a break. No matter how hard I work. No matter how hard I try. No matter what every single break ends up being dragged into a worse and worse event. “Let’s go to the amusement park” Friend attempts suicide. “Let’s go to vegas get a break take out some anger.” Dog dies. “Im gonna go camping and unplug for a while.” Come back and boom I’m removed from their life and I’m the bad guy for wanting a break from life.

I struggle to stay happy. I miss being a kid. Clueless to the horrors of what was to come. Unable to understand why the kids would laugh or point at me. Blind to the hate. I miss the days where I could look around and take a deep breath and enjoy it.

I’ve lost hope. No coping methods work anymore. I sit on my blood stained mattress wondering why I just add to the stains without finishing the job. I try to find the good in the world or the stuff to make me happy but all I find is a fistful of cats and friends. Nothing makes my happy anymore.

My own family lets it happen. I love being in able to work because of how hard it is to focus. Everyone says “Take your meds” “If you just took your pills” “You wouldn’t fail if you were medicated.” Well guess what? I have been taking them. You pay no notice because you all spend that time berating me. Shoving more pills down my throat for what? A reason to blame me for your anger?

So I’ll leave this earth. No one who is part of my blood ever acts like they care anymore. I wake up to hear “Your rude asshole” For making breakfast and apologizing. I get beat for cooking my dad and brother a steak I saved up for so they can be happy. I get publicly shamed because I was sick and refused to eat. I am the bad guy in every situation and when Im not, Im attacked, Degraded, Left to rot.

If you want me to take them, I’ll take them all. I wish crying myself to sleep at night at-least was a good enough cry for help. Its not. They slow painful feel as my body aches dragging my almost dead limp appendages across the floor to rest just to be called to do more work. They hear me cry. They see how much pain I’m in. They know my condition.

Maybe this is a cry for help. On a day where maybe I’m not always thinking about killing myself something changes that. I wish just once that I may be free from this cycle of constant negativity, But it will always go un-answered.

When I’m gone and days quieter look for me in the fields. I will be sitting besides you although you may not know I’ll be there holding your hand.

Im sorry for wasting your time. You may hate me and this stupid rant. But its no different you just join the common mass. I left a-lot of details out to protect and so my classmates or friends don’t report me to the school. If you know me and you see this. Keep quiet.

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duc-kie · 1 year

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heeey, can I ask for a george x fem!reader fic based on that laurie x amy scene from little women (2019) ?

I honestly really enjoyed writing this which is rare cuz I usually prefer really quick one shots lmao. I also never watched little woman before sooo… I tried my best. but I might just go and watch it cuz it looks really fun haha.

george weasley x afab!reader angst?

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you and George were having a picnic. you were sitting on the soft grass eating the delicious food, talking and playing with butterflies. you were wearing a beautiful flower crown and you were making a matching one for George because he asked for it.

your fingers gently braided the flowers. George laid down in the grass and observed the blue sky above him. you just looked at him and smiled. you soon joined him and laid down yourself. you closed your eyes and deeply inhaled the fresh spring air. you turned your head and met George’s eyes. you both smiled to each other. “is the crown finished yet?” he asked. “almost. let me measure your head” you answered and gently wrapped the crown around his head. it fit perfectly so you tied it together and put it on his head. you both smiled.

your cute moment was soon interrupted by a notification on George’s phone. it was a text from Heather, George’s fiancé. the smile on your face immediately disappeared. George reached for his phone but you stopped him. “don’t marry her.” you blurted out. “what?” he asked. “don’t marry her.” you repeated looking him in the eyes. “why not?” he asked looking very confused. “you know why.” you answered. it took him only a second before he understood what you meant. “no” he said looking at you in disbelief. “yes” you looked back at him with hopeful eyes. “no, y/n” he answered. “what?” you took a step forward but he stopped you. “stop it. you’re being mean” he said. “how am I being mean?” you asked. “I have been second to Fred my whole life, in everything and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have him. I won’t do it. not when i’ve spent my entire life loving you” he answered with slightly watery eyes.

you couldn’t find any words to say anything back so you just stood there looking at him with your heart slowly breaking into pieces. he wiped a tear and walked away without saying another word. you were still standing there completely frozen. you then quietly walked to your dorm and locked the door behind you. you sat down by the fireplace and just thought about what you’ve just done. a part of you was sad and angry at George but a part understood him and felt bad for him.

a few months passed and it was George’s and Heather’s wedding day.

you were surprised when the envelope with an invite to the wedding arrived at your door. at fist you didn’t wanna go but you made yourself get up, put some makeup on and get dressed. you put on the nicest dress you owned, cuz if you were gonna watch the love of your life get married you’ll at least look good doing it.

when you arrived at the scene almost everyone was already there. from the corner of your eye you could see Fred approaching you. “hi y/n” he said smiling at you. you sighed and turned to him saying “please leave me alone Fred I’m not in the mood to talk”. he looked sad but he walked away without saying another word. you found yourself a free seat and sat down.

George peaked his head from behind the front door and signalled you to follow him. even though you didn’t want to you got up and walked over to him. “I need you to help me with something. please.” he said. you couldn’t say no so you followed him. he opened a door to the room where you were supposed to help him with rings but instead of them he found his fiancé kissing Fred (I didn’t know what to write here so pls bear with me). his face went completely white and his expression was blank. “are you fucking kidding me Heather?” he asked. his voice was breaking like he was about to cry. Heather and Fred quickly turned their head towards the door where you were standing. heather pushed Fred away and ran towards George, apologising. “and on our wedding day as well” he said angrily before taking your hand and slamming the door in her face.

he took off running and pulling you behind him. “please slow down I can’t run that fast George” you said panting. he didn’t say anything back he just slowed down a little. “where are we going?” you asked and yet again he stayed silent. he didn’t stop until you reached the top of a hill. he then sat down and dipped his head between his legs. you sat down next to him and put an arm around his shoulders, trying to comfort him. he sighed throwing his head back and closing his eyes. “I should’ve listened to you.” he said looking at the sky. you didn’t know how to reply so you just leaned your head against his shoulder. you stayed in that position for quite a while. you even watched the sunset together.

“you know I still love you right?” he all of a sudden said. you were shocked but happy to hear his words. “I tried so hard to move on I even got engaged but I just couldn’t forget you” he said looking at you. “I love you too George. so much.” you answered smiling at him. he brushed a finger on your cheek and leaned in. you closed your eyes and leaned in as well. you kissed. finally. after years of loving each other you finally got your happy ever after.

#harry potter #hp fanfic #light angst #george weasley #weasley twins #fred weasley #hp fluff #hp angst #george weasley angst

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