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muzansfangs · 2 months

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His kink.

Starring: Nanami Kento x f!reader; Toji Fushiguro x f!reader; Sukuna Ryomen x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of pet names, handcuffing the partner, anal sex, implied size kink, praising kink, jealousy, breeding kink, mention to pregnacy, language, dirty talk, hair pulling, dom!Sukuna, dom!Toji, dom!Kento, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), overstimulation;

Plot: You would do anything for your man. Even crossing some lines, allowing him to have the full control over your body. The moment you tell him to show you his kink, you watch in awe as his face lights up in delight and your body becomes a canvas for him to paint. Are you ready for him?

PART ONE | PART TWO.

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Nanami Kento.

Creampie and breeding.

His teeth ripping the condom open made your thighs quiver, your legs spread wide opened in front of him as you stared at Kento in untainted lust. You were soaked, your clitoris throbbing in need, your hips bucking up in anticipation while he kept an intense eye-contact with you. How badly he desired you. You drove him nuts without even trying. If only you could know how desperately he wanted to breed you, to make you his completely, to mark you as his property.

Kento almost felt disgusted by his own thoughts, at times. He had such a high consideration of you. He kissed the ground you walked on, he cherished you as a rare diamond set in a emperor’s crown in a museum. You were not an object to him, you were the love of his life, the only thing worth fighting for. Yet, he could not help himself, but desire ardently to mess you up, to leave something his into you as a reminder of who you belonged to.

Rolling the condom over his length, eyebrows knitted together as a soft groan escaped his lips, Kento flicked his gaze towards your midriff. Splaying his hand over it, he gripped your hip with his other one and made sure to glide his cock down your slit. The pinkish head tapped onto your swollen clitoris, ripping a whimper out of your throat. It was too much, you needed him and you needed him now, at his worst.

Tired of not being able to experience the hedonistic feeling of raw contact, you spoke out in a desperate plea “Take off the condom”.

Your workaholic boyfriend froze solid, eyes boring into yours in pure awe, his cock twitching at the mere thought of nestling into your warm, wet cavern without any barrier to prevent his seed from spurting into you. His jaw was clenched, his head dipping down to nose your cheek reassuringly. He would have never done anything without your consent, let alone something so deranged, unhinged, so forward as asking for unprotected sex.

“Are you sure about it?” he quietly asked you, while your hand shot up to play with the base of his hair at back of his neck.

“I know what I want” you replied confidently, your tone dripping arousal and confidence. That was the last straw.

Kento raised back on his knees, a small smile creeping on his lips as he lost the last shred of self-control coursing through his veins. Unrolling the condom from his member, he loomed back over you, hands cupping your cheeks to involve you into a sloppy, passionate kiss that made your toes curl. You were his, in the most intimate and depraved way possible, you were his and his alone.

The moment you felt the head of his cock rub down your folds, you arched your back at the contact. Your juices coated his flesh, guttural groans rambling from somewhere deep into his chest, as you wrapped your legs invitingly around his waist to pull him even closer, to tell him you wanted it for real.

Flicking his gaze up to you, Kento pushed past your folds, the girthy head of his cock splitting your walls gradually apart, forcing them to adjust to the intrusion. He grunted, the feeling of your pussy clamping down onto him so delicious as you squeezed his length with every passing second. Kento almost faltered, the dim fear of not being able to last enough to please you both making him grit his teeth as he finally bottomed out.

You let out a strained moan, his pelvis squashed against yours, as you fluttered your eyes shut to enjoy the feeling and relax your muscles. As per usual, he took his sweet time in letting you getting comfortable enough to begin.

“You are so perfect” he murmured, kissing the tip of your nose as he rolled his hips slowly to earn another breathy moan from you.

You were ready, your were so ready for it as your hands glided down his muscular back, tracing the outline of his flexed muscles as you brought your lips close to his ear “Fuck me now. Fill me up, please” you whispered, lips grazing against the shell of his ear.

You were playing with fire.

Kento groaned, eyes closing, as he exhaled through his nostrils in a futile attempt to tame the ravenous beast inside him, roaring, champing at the bit of devouring you wholly to the bone.

“Don’t tempt me, love” Kento whispered, planting a chaste kiss over your parted lips. The action was paired by his suave way of pulling out of you, until just the tip was left buried into your clenching hole.

Shooting a languishing glance at him through your half-lidded eyes, your legs tightened around his waist and you opted for running your fingers leisurely through the blonde strands of his hair, tugging at them right before pronouncing the words he needed to stop fighting his own urges “Give me your seed” you calmly, soothingly said, watching in awe how your beloved man swallowed forcefully before burying his face onto the crook of your neck.

That was it.

Slamming his hips back onto yours, you whimpered, arching your back in pleasure and an ounce of pain. His hands rested at each side of your head, his knuckles turning pale as he thrusted into you with a rough, steady pace, eyes closed to focus on the squelching sound of his cock gliding into your wetness.

You moaned for him, inner walls spasmodically clenching around his length, as he pushed you closer to your climax with each stroke he gifted you with. Sweat beaded his forehead, the bed creaking under you both, as he suddenly grasped your jaw roughly to bring your face close to his one. You had never seen him this hungry for you, this feral.

“I’m going to fill you up, alright? I’ll fuck a baby into you tonight. Mine, you are all mine” he rasped out darkly, making your body shudder as you nodded your head in pure ecstasy.

Sticking up to this oath, Kento grasped your thighs, hips snapping down onto yours in urgency as he chased his own orgasm. Despite that, he still made sure you were fine, his eyes scrutinizing your face in search for any signs of discomfort, reluctance, fear. All it would have taken for him to stop and pull out of you was just a mere shadow of regret on your face. But when he found none of that, he simply captured your lips with his ones in a tender kiss, before burying himself deep into you and letting his sperm whiten your insides.

The action was so powerful that you moaned into his mouth, climaxing with him as your body enjoyed the bliss he had just introduced you to.

Panting, you stared up into his eyes, shimmering in sheer lust and love. You could read it all over his face, he was glad to have you, he was glad to love you.

Nanami Kento was glad to have finally made you his permanently.

Toji Fushiguro.

Handcuffing and overstimulation.

The clink of the shiny, metal handcuffs your boyfriend had bought yesterday being jiggled in front of your face made your cheeks heat up and you bit down onto your lower lip in anticipation. Your heart was thumping into your chest so hard you thought it was going to jump out of your chest, breaking your ribcage and running wild into a field of depravation and unknown shapes of pleasure.

Sex with Toji was unique. You had always been the adventurous and experimental type and his suggestions never failed to amaze you. Sometimes, you almost felt inexperienced compared to him, but it was all part of the game. You relationship was not a conventional one anyway. Expecting him not to lean on the freak side among the bedsheets would have been a self-evident mistake. Now, fully naked and kneeling onto his bed, you stared up at him with excitement and curiosity twinkling in your eyes.

“You’re under arrest, doll” your boyfriend jested, watching as you laid down and raised your wrists above your head, allowing him to slap the cold cuffs that would have bound you to the bedhead for only God knew how long.

You smiled up at him, quirking your eyebrows up in defiance, while he made sure you were capable of freeing yourself with a violent tug of your arms “May I know the reason behind it?” you asked him, albeit you perfectly knew what you had done to make him lose his temper. He had never really shown you his extreme kinks, not until now. But it was about time you learned not to mess up with him.

Toji’s wolfish grin was enough to make you realize how much you had screwed up this time, his tongue swiping over his lower lip to moisten it before he spoke our “Flirting with Shiu in front of me, purring in his ear like a goddamn cat in heat while I was in the back of the bar to fulfill the mission is rude, don’t you think, sweetheart?” he cooed, cocking his head to the side in a mixture of contempt and amusement.

You were in for a long, draining ride and no one was going to come to your rescue.

With your legs spread in front of him, pussy glistening under the dim light provided by the lamp on the nightstand at your right, you displayed the most innocent smile you could muster but surely not an apology “What can I say? I was bored and you were taking your sweet time in beating up that drunk shithead. I figured you needed a little push to finish the job and take me back home” you explained, watching as Toji laid flatly onto his stomach, hauling your thighs over his large shoulders.

He sighed, hot breath fanning your core, as he nuzzled his nose against your clitoris, enjoying the way your breath hitched and you instinctively tensed up, the cuffs preventing you from grabbing a fistful of his hair as you always did when he gave you oral.

“Such a little minx” he taunted you, darting his tongue out of his mouth lick a stripe down your folds. You were soaked, your walls clenching around nothing, after being edged for nearly one hour.

As you gazed down at Toji, his lips wrapping around your throbbing clitoris, sucking, nibbling, swirling his tongue around it to elicit sinful moans from you, your thighs squeezed his head unintentionally. Tears of pleasure brimmed in your eyes, chest raising and falling erratically, as he used his fingers to spread your labia.

“So wet for me, baby, huh?” Toji mockingly noted, before resuming his relentless attack on your bundle of nerves.

Electricity rushed through your body, little whimpers and whines uncontrollably rolling down your tongue and pampering his ego even more. Only Toji was capable of messing you up like that, to reduce you to a writhing mass of moans and sweat.

Your mouth hanging opened, his fingers curled into you, stimulating the spogy spot into your that made your back arch, lifting off of the mattress. He was purposefully aiming to break you, therefore you decided to push his limits as well.

“No, it’s not for you… It’s for Shiu” you taunted him, lower lip wobbling for the overstimulation he was putting you through.

You heard Toji scoff, before he plunged a third finger into you, scissoring them into you unforgivingly. Maybe you should have clamped your mouth shut, maybe you should have not agreed in letting him restrain your hands, but you were so delightfully overwhelmed in that very moment that you were debating wether or not to beg for forgiveness.

His eyes had darkened, his breath heavy as he dragged orgasm after orgasm from you. Toji did not care about the sheets getting drenched, or the fact that you were now babbling out a series of incoherent words, no, he only cared about asserting his dominance over you.

“I guess we’re done with that. But now it’s time to properly fuck some sense into you, baby. Let me fill that tight, slutty hole of yours” Toji eventually croaked out, a crooked smile adorning his scarred lips as all you could do was nodding your head and panting.

The moment his cock prodded at your leaking opening, you were ready for him once again and your desire set your heart abalze.

Safe word? Oh no, you did not need one. Defintely not.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Anal and hair pulling.

Sex with him was extrasensorial. Sometimes, he joked about how he was almost scared to crash you in the process, how he thought his cock would not fit into you, or the fact that if he was not overly careful he would have ended up splitting you in half. However, he loved the size difference between you two. You were so small compared to him and his large, calloused hands cupped your hips perfectly.

But the words he spoke frequently jarred with his actions.

Manhandling you in bed was an art he had crafted with maniacal carefulness. Possessing you, your soul, your body was his main purpose. Now, with his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging at the strands harshly to make you arch your back, you knew that what you had agreed to do was going to leave you sore for days, possibly a week. But this was how far you would go for love, for him, for satisfying his needs. Being his ‘good little girl’ was your natural predisposition. Or so he claimed.

“Damn, you’re hot like that. — he chimed, hands unceremoniously spreading your ass cheeks to check on your puckered hole — Fuck, I still can’t believe your ex did not pop that cherry” he sarcastically commented, smearing some lube over your entrance and applying some of it on his length as well.

“He asked for it. I just refused” you replied, glancing at him from above your shoulder.

His shit-eating grin made your stomach flip and you sank your foreteeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from squirming. You were excited, you really were, but his size had always been quite challenging to take. It did not matter how many times he had penetrated your pussy, or your stretched your throat, you always needed quite a bit to adjust your body to the impressive girth. The idea if that cock invading your most delicate and private area scared you a little.

“Damn, then the bastard would definitely be upset, if he found out his former chick has changed her mind for me” he proudly asserted, lining up his cock with your tight hole.

Your breath hitched and you did not get the opportunity to properly answer him, a pained, strained moan ripped from your throat as he began to gradually push the tip into you. Your knuckles whitened as you gripped the bedsheets in front of you so tightly you were ready to bet your head they were going to rip into shreds. Your eyes watered, you batted your lashes a few times to clear your vision, as he stopped and rubbed soothing circles on your hips with his thumbs.

It was so unlike him to be that caring. There was something in the way he gave you space, time to adapt to the new activity, to let yout body both enjoy the pleasing sensation and the painful stretch.

“Breathe, babe. We’re in no hurry. Relax” he tried to calm you down and you rested your forehead down onto the pillow to try and bid your body to follow his suggestion. You could do it, you really could and Sukuna had no problem in taking it slow for once.

“Fuck, you are drop dead gorgeous like that, you know? You are already doing so good for me” he praised you then, his tone dripping a confidence that made you smile through the barbed experience of the hour.

Taking a deeper breath, you hummed and glanced at him, turning your head enough to let him see you were alright “Go ahead. I can take it… I can” you reassured him, a faint but genuine smile gracing your lips as he squeezed your hips reassuringly and leaned forward to plant a kiss on the base of your neck.

“That’s my motherfucking woman” he rasped out, before proceeding in thrusting in more, grunting as he watched his member being perfectly swallowed inch by inch by you.

It took a while for the pain to subside, it being your first time playing a major role in the way things played out. He had used enough lube and he had even fingered you a little before doing the deed, yet, his size was not easy to accomodate to. Once he had began to thrust into you, moans of pleasure and whimpers began to take over. The dull pain was still there, but it was definitely worth it.

Sukuna knew what he was doing and you trusted him, holding his hand figuratively as he fucked you to oblivion. Jumping into the unknown scared you, but you had taken the leap and it was perfect.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Here we are with the first part of a project that had been haunting me for months now. The second part, which includes Suguru Geto, Hiromi Higurma and Satoru Gojo,has been posted! As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

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melminli · 3 months

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Blueberry Tartlet

pairing: young coriolanus snow x reader

summery - coriolanus hated district scum, and he hated his longing to be near one. acting on his desires may be one of the things he wanted most, but doing so would mean that he had to betray himself.

word count: 1.2k

contains: district reader living in the capitol, fluff, coryo fighting his inner demons, slightly dark themes, coryo being a simp

part II

He hated this. He hated the atmosphere. He hated the lights, the loud voices around him, and even worse, he hated the way his eyes landed on a specific figure in the room every few minutes. Don't bother. You're just here to get something in your stomach. Coriolanus said to himself, smiling kindly for a moment as two of his teachers walked past him. It vanished as quickly as they passed him, and he took another sip from the glass of Posca in his hand so he wouldn't stand idly by. And maybe to maintain your reputation, but that's it.

Right after he finished that thought, his gaze found itself back to the spot he was trying to avoid, and he inwardly cursed himself for turning his very annoying behavior into a very annoying reflex. To his slight disappointment, his blue eyes could no longer make out the figure they were looking for, and for a brief moment, Coriolanus tried to convince himself that this was for the best. This was a good chance for him to keep his gaze away from any distractions for the rest of the evening.

"Hello, Coriolanus." Your voice suddenly appeared from his right side, unintentionally surprising the boy. "Is Sejanus not here? You're rarely seen without him at your side." You asked him and leaned with your elbows against the standing table where he was at.

All it took was a few seconds for the blond student to regain his composure and accept that this was actually better than his previous reasoning. Coriolanus could try to bullshit himself, but he wasn't stupid. "Well, I'm not really sure, to be honest, but we don't hang around that much." He replied with a charming smile as he met your gaze.

You, in your neatly pressed red school uniform and well-groomed appearance. You with your pretty smile and nice character. If he didn't know any better, he could easily mistake you for a Capitol citizen.

But he knew better. He should know better. You were exactly the same kind of animal he could watch in the Hunger Games like a spectator at a circus. Well, he doubted it was likely with your family's position here at the Capitol, but it could be you. Fighting for your life in a junk arena with rats, dying only to be remembered by no one but your own family, and not even getting the chance to have a dream for the future.

But here we are. You had more money than him, more clothes, more friends, and more of...everything really. Coriolanus didn't know which he loathed more, the fact that you were so lucky in life to escape your cruel fate as district filth or the fact that he sometimes stared absently around and imagined placing a kiss on the lips of such a person.

Maybe it was both.

You laughed. "The way you said it, makes it sound like you prefer it this way. Am I right? Do you rather prefer to be on your own?" You asked him and could actually imagine that quite well if you were being honest.

"I don't mind company." He simply replied and leaned a little closer to you. "If it's pleasant, of course."

Your eyes turned away briefly to look around the huge room. "Well, who likes unpleasant company?" You asked him as your gaze fell on one particular couple in the room. "You know what? I take that back. I suppose there are a few masochists among us who...crave it." You just said, not quite able to find the right words to express the scene in front of you.

Blue eyes followed your gaze and saw the two infamous people. "They're still together?" Coriolanus asked himself, slightly surprised but didn't really find it unexpected. "Didn't he cheat on her?" He whispered to you, thinking back to what he heard. "Like three times or something? Wasn't it like one time with her sister, too?"

You shook your head. "No, it was with her cousin, actually." A few seconds of silence followed. "Well, that certainly doesn't make it better, though. I don't know, I just don't think that it can be that good, you know?" You joked only to meet his confused expression. You could see him about to ask what you meant, but you didn't really want to go there. "Anyway, we can all agree that the two of them should break up."

Coriolanus just shrugged his shoulders. I don't know, it's kind of fun to watch. "I don't think they will. She's...too much in love with him."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "Can you really overlook things, just like that, though? Because of love? I find that hard to believe..." You mumbled to yourself, not liking the thought that much.

What you said reminded Coriolanus of reality again. That's right. You were a girl from District One. It was the closest to the Capitol and yet there was a clear line between them. His eyes watched your figure from the side. Well, certainly not clear enough.

Because of the war, it was almost impossible for the remaining rich people of the Capitol to get their hands on luxury goods. That was the task of District One, and they refused to continue playing slaves just so some ass could look pretty. If he remembered correctly, your mother was the only one who helped out the Capitol by designing and producing soldiers' uniforms in her small company. Your family had betrayed your own people but had secured a golden ticket to the Capitol, where your mother's designs were in high demand. Especially now that fewer people in the Capitol have to think about survival, they can finally worry about their expensive looks again.

You were no better than that stupid Sejanus, although you were definitely prettier. He sighed to himself. He didn't like how he had to keep reminding himself of that fact, but he couldn't forget it. She's a District girl. She always will be, nothing will ever change that. He reminded himself and couldn't stop himself from looking longingly at your figure. You will never be able to marry her, she is not worthy to bear the name Snow.

Your eyes sparkled as an Avox held out his tray for you to grab a fruit tart. You thanked him. "Look, they have some with blueberries. They're the best, trust me." You said and handed him the second one you had quickly grabbed. You saw him look at it a little robotically. "Don't worry, if you don't like it, I can eat it. Just try it."

She's not worthy, but she'd look so pretty with it. Coriolanus thought to himself as he said your name along with his last name in his head. "No way, those are my favorites too." He said and took a bite.

He liked the peach ones more.

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antiyourwokehomophobia2 · 9 months

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Severance is eldritch horror. Dylan meets his son, and, in the blink of an eye, he's back to his outie self and is incapable of coming back at will. Can you imagine that? All you've know your entire life is work. All you know about yourself is what your job is. Then, suddenly, you're aware that you're a father. Your son comes into a closet---your closet, with clothes you've never worn but belong to you. You bought them. You're seeing your style and preferences for the first time. Your son is so happy to see you that he wraps you in a hug. You don't know what his name is. You don't know that you have more children. You don't remember any of them being born. You only know that this boy is your son because he calls you "daddy". And then you're gone. He's gone. You wake up in your office with absolutely no way of going back.

Helly wants to leave. She learns that she's the daughter and heiress to the man/company who is keeping her trapped. Her chance of escaping rests entirely on her outies willingness to let her go. This is never going to happen. Her power rests in the hands of a woman who is her but also not her. She is enslaved to herself. All she has to do is go outside and say "I don't want this anymore" and she will be free! The moment she steps outside, she loses every desire to do that. The person she is when she's outside does not want to do that. She watches a video of herself where she tells herself "you are not [a person]". The person she was when she sat down to record it and the person she was when she watched it are somehow entirely different and entirely the same. She tries to hang herself in order to hurt the version of herself who made that video. I'd like to take a second to talk about the eldritch horror of being an outie, too. Imagine being outie Helly. Imagine walking into work and bring perfectly okay. The next thing you know, you've hung yourself and are actively suffocating. You have no way of saving yourself. Your innie self made sure of that. You are in the process of dying and you don't remember why.

Burt retires from his job. Burt, who has just started to fall in love, is ripped away from the man he loves because of... Well, himself. His outie has decided to retire, and Burt has no choice but to follow him. He is him. Except he's not. Except he is. Except he's not because the man who has decided to retire is married. In Burt's retirement video, his outie states that he's aware that someone is making his innie very happy. He knows that it's another man. That's incredibly scary? Imagine having no memory of the last eight hours but being able to feel the effects that they have on you? Imagine going into work in whatever mood, and then leaving in an elated one and having no concrete idea as to why. Imagine being faithfully married and knowing that there's a part of your day where you don't know that you're married. You have absolutely zero control over whether you cheat on your husband. You do cheat on your husband! You are not aware of his existence while you're living as your innie. You have no clue how devastated you've left the man you're cheating on your husband with. You have no clue why he's banging on your door in the middle of the night. You don't know him. Even without your memories, you can feel how happy he makes you. Your husband is holding you while he bangs on the door.

Mark saves Helly from suicide. He's forced to leave work. If Burt is anything to go by then Mark, the outie, is suddenly extremely distressed and crying while having no idea as to why. He walked into work okay and left with tears on his cheeks. Suddenly, innie mark is at a party. He sees people who he knows but has never met before. He has no idea the woman standing in front of him is his sister. He sees a photo of a woman that all the people in the outside world believe to be dead. He works with this woman. She's alive! He has the power to change the lives of the people outside. He's gone in the flick of a switch. Outie mark doesn't remember shouting "she's alive". He doesn't know why everyone is staring at him funny. He doesn't know that his wife is not dead. He doesn't know that the person he's trying so hard to forget is his co-worker.

Irving. Poor Irving. The man he loves is taken away from him. They will never see each other again. Even if they do, they will not know each other. The man he loves gets to live the rest of his life without the knowledge that he ever even met Irving. Irving has to walk into work every day and mourn the loss of a man who will never come back. This man is not dead. He's just not himself. Except he is. Except he's not. Except he kinda is dead. Without work, your innie is effectively dead. Your innie and outie are two completely different people. Irving used to follow all the rules. Who knew that the heart of a rebel is born from the broken pieces of a good man's? Irving gets a chance to find the man he loves. He finds him embracing another man. This does not deter him. He throws his weight at the door and starts banging on it.

#Severance #Severance spoilers #I didn't intend to write so much #Just about Dylan tbh #But then I got possessed #Eldritch horror

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multific · 1 year

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All He Wanted

Assassin Predator x Reader

Warning: Smut

Part 2

Summary: Being at the wrong place at the wrong time was your speciality, however, you never imagined that a creature like him would take you.

He was a bad blood.

He killed his own kind.

Yet, he never even imagined hurting you.

His small, vulnerable human.

You were his prize. He won you after his completed mission. He not only killed the fugitive, got the weapon but also a little human.

You didn't even mean to be there.

But the huge alien got you and into a cage in a matter of seconds. You were on its ship as it started the engine and off he went.

You were terrified. This being was huge and ruthless. You could only imagine the things it would do to you.

When you arrived back at its home, it made you wear a collar. Which it showed you, it could shock you with. It was similar to the one the dog creature was wearing. You nodded, you understood what it might do if you don't follow its rules.

Why would it think you would run anyway?

You didn't know how to fly their ships. You didn't know what to do or where to go anyway.

With the collar around your neck, you stayed in its home.

The dog creature had an eye on you at all times. Even when its owner was out of the home.

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He was made to kill.

A creature born to destroy and conquer. His purpose was to carry out the missions he was sent on.

Missions no one else wanted to go on. Which meant a lot given Yautja was a fearless kind.

And yet, he had a conscious of his own. A character.

He liked his dogs, well now he only had one, he liked to hunt and he liked to eat. He liked his bed even if it was a little small for his size. And he liked you.

His little human.

He was always very curious about you. Watching you as you moved around his home. He knew if you would try anything, his dog would stop you. Not like you were strong enough to do anything to him, but the idea still made him watch out.

It made him look up humans and behaviours, he learned a lot.

And if he had to be honest, many aspects excited him to no end.

One was that he learned humans were fragile. Which he saw when he was sent to Earth. But females were said to be able to handle pain a lot better than males. This caught his attention, so perhaps, because you were a female, you handled this situation a lot better than any man could.

It made sense why you didn't do anything to him when he was sleeping or why you didn't try and escape.

Another interesting thing he learned was that when he looked at your biology and his, he could easily deduce that you could potentially carry an offspring of his. Although it was never done before, and he thought you might die due to the infant, it was something that still interested him.

Possibly an issue would be the act itself, you were so small compared to him. Another would be the child itself, it could be that your body would attack his DNA.

It was so interesting, but he didn't want to test these things without knowing it was safe for you.

Then, something that people called, making love.

In his world sex was more like a fight. Yautja males fought females to prove they were strong.

In yours, sex was more like a pleasurable thing. Something to do when you were bored even.

And he liked that. He preferred this idea over the claws.

He also learned that human females were hard to charm. He learned about gifts, and courting techniques.

If he was honest he rather fight a female to bare a child than get those chocolate things... but if that is what you liked. He can create his own version.

And he also knew that because of how he was born no Yautja female would want to carry his child. He tried courting before, but always failed.

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You had a love-hate relationship with your new life.

You liked that you weren't dead, and you got used to the huge alien's presence but you hated the fact that you were a pet.

Much like the dog you spend every night looking at, fearing it might eat you.

You were sure that if you let your guard down for a second it would attack.

You weren't sure how long you were on this planet.

You would say months, but time was different here.

The huge alien sometimes left for days, only leaving food behind.

During this time, you always ate silently in a corner. Then the dog-like creature decided one day, that he would sit down in front of you and watch you.

It didn't leave, but you slowly gave him the bones, which he appreciated.

You two started to grow closer.

---

Assassin arrived back at his home from yet another successful mission.

And the scene he found was burned into his brain.

It was you and his dog.

Sleeping.

You had your back against the wall as the dog's head was in your lap, one of your hands on its head as you both slept soundly.

This vicious killer tracker dog of his looked like your lap dog right now.

He didn't know if he should be amazed or not.

After all, the dog was to keep you in check when he wasn't around and yet, here it was, cuddling you. And in a weird way, this still counted as keeping you in check.

How did you manage to do that?

After that day, the dog became your protector. He watched as it moved with you.

Also, it didn't take long to figure out how you did it.

Food.

These creatures were easy, of course, you lulled one in with food.

But somehow, he didn't mind it.

Lately, there had been an uproar amongst the tribe against him.

Telling him how he wasn't natural, that he was made and so he doesn't deserve the Yautja title.

Others didn't like the fact that he killed another, calling him a bad blood. Even if he was only carrying out the mission he was told to.

So, he expected others to try and get into his home. Possibly to kill him or to kill the things he kept. He wasn't sure, but if the dog stayed with you, that meant at least you had some little protection if others were to come.

---

One morning, he gathered all of his things and left for another planet.

He choose a rather scary one but it was to keep the others away.

And they stayed away.

He had been there for a week, yet no one came looking for him. And he built a house, mainly staying on the ship to sleep, soon you were able to move into the new home.

This planet was different but not in a bad way.

He showed you many things to avoid, without words proving just how dangerous this planet was.

This planet had different seasons as well.

You realized it soon when after a warm day, winter hit. Or at least it was something you would call winter.

The wind was blowing and you noticed something that was like rain.

It made the home extremely cold. The fact that besides his bed everything was made out of metal didn't help your situation.

Your sleeping place, a single fur on the floor, was now wrapped around your shoulder. You were really really cold.

Freezing.

But both he and his dog were sleeping soundly while you were shivering.

You looked at him, sleeping in his warm bed and you were jealous. Extremely jealous of the furs and also for his thick skin.

He must have noticed you watching because the next thing you knew, he clicked, making you jump a little.

"I-I'm cold." you explained as you watched his eyes in the dark. He didn't move.

You started to turn away, deciding to find a corner and try to sleep. But a huge hand stopped you.

It pulled on the fur you had wrapped around yourself and made you turn back.

You locked eyes with him once more as he was now very close. He started to pull you closer until you were kneeling on the bed, the fur fell from your shoulders as he pulled you in.

He laid down and made you lay next to him.

Very awkwardly, you laid with your back against his side as his arm was under your head.

This truly made you realize just how huge this being was.

He could rip your spine out with one movement, and yet he didn't.

He just let you lay there as he placed multiple furs on you.

His body heat and the warmth of the furs soon lulled you to sleep.

Before you fell asleep you couldn't help but think just how strange he behaved.

A being as huge as him, yet he was careful and soft with you. Then he moved a little, making your head move up his arm onto his biceps, as his forearm was now resting on you, his hand grabbing at your thigh. He caged you in.

But if you were honest, never in your life have you ever sleep as well as you did on that night.

Next morning, you woke up in the same position.

You were even more scared to move. You though possibly he was in a haze last night so he pulled you in, but reality might set in now that he will wake up soon.

You didn't realize that he was awake for some time now.

He listened to your soft snores as you didn't even move an inch, you slept so well and so deep. He didn't even dare to move an inch, afraid he would wake you.

He just knew, from that day on, you would have to sleep with him always.

But he didn't communicate that, so that evening when you got ready to sleep on your usual spot, he scooped you up, as if you were a baby and put you into his bed.

This time, he slept on his stomach with an arm on your stomach. You felt like a stuffed toy.

You noticed he didn't mind you touching him. So, your fingers found his scales as you started to run random patterns on them. You enjoyed his slightly cold skin against yours.

It became a routine, you tracing his scales as he was falling asleep. He often made a noise, something that reminded you of a cat purring as he fell asleep.

How interesting was he.

A completely different species, and yet, you had a feeling he could be more human than some of the humans on Earth.

Sure, you were only a pet for him, sure he killed everything in his path as he pleased. Yet, he never hurt you.

Not even when he forced you into a cage so he could take you from Earth.

You fully expected him to hunt you or torture you, but he never. He treated you as if you were his most precious trophy he had.

The next morning, you woke up and he was missing. Something that never happened so it made you worry a little.

You got out of the bed and walked over to the door. He stood outside, this is when you noticed a ship was about to land. He growled and it made you lock yourself inside the house you got the dog and crouched in a corner.

He will deal with this. He will deal with them.

He will keep you safe.

You heard growling outside, you heard the audible sounds of fighting.

He will have to win. He was big and strong right?

He can take a couple of them at the same time, can't he?

He could, but not without injury.

He sent back word, and asked them to leave him be if they plan on living.

He hoped it would scare the others enough to not come again? He couldn't risk it.

Once inside, he noticed you were in a corner, the dog in front of you protecting you. Exactly how he was supposed to.

And once again, he was on the run.

You were a bit sad to leave that house behind. You started to get used to the layout and the surroundings pretty well.

But you understood the situation.

During the flight, he moved you to the screen.

'We go, they followed. I will make sure this time they won't find us.' it read. You nodded at him, he handed you a device. 'Translator' he said.

"Thank you. For keeping me safe."

This time he nodded.

"Eat." said the robotic voice later when he handed you a bowl. You accepted and ate without any further questions.

Finding a new planet, which was mostly not filled with dangerous creatures was difficult, he knew he would be fine, but he couldn't chance you getting hurt.

But he managed to finally find one. After weeks of looking.

A new planet a new start.

---

He spent months on this home.

He made it bigger.

Which you noticed. He added more rooms.

"Why did you add so many rooms?" you asked one late evening.

"Offsprings." the translator said, it made you freeze. Of course, he would want to take a female. You should have expected this, after all, you were only a pet for him.

He noticed the sadness in your eyes.

"Why sad?"

"I'm not. Should I cook?" he nodded.

Of course, you would be sad. You were his pet, sure but at the same time, you wanted nothing more than to be his. So, to hear him talking about offspring you were sure he wanted to take a female now.

You cooked the meal and ate in silence.

"Are you not ready for offspring?" now this made you super confused.

"Me?"

"Yes. Do you not want offspring?" you blinked a couple times before moving a little.

"What do you mean?"

"I can prove I'm worthy male for offsprings with you. I hunt, I protect."

"What do you mean?"

"I want... baby with you. Do you not?" you looked at him as if he grew a second head or something. Confusion was a light word.

He wanted a baby with you? Would it even work?

"I don't think we can."

"I checked. Our biology can be combined. You can survive birth. I checked."

"Has it been done before?"

"No."

"Then how do you know that either me or the baby won't die?"

"I checked. I played scenarios, in each, even the worst, I could save you."

"Both me and the baby?"

He nodded.

Was it truly possible?

"I gave gifts, courting gifts. Hoped to win you over." Sure he did give you a lot of bones but you thought those were... toys for his pet?

Did he not see you as a pet? Did he really see you as an equal? As a female who can bring his children into this world?

Was that even possible?

Or were you just too hopeful?

Too naive?

Was he serious?

He was, you didn't know but Yautja didn't joke.

You nodded at him.

"You won me over. But but WAIT! WHAT?! How big are you?! You wouldn't fit me!"

"I checked."

"How did you check?"

"Human biology."

"How would your... thing fit me?"

"My...thing... not fully. But it could bring you pleasure if you practice." your head was spinning. Was he really saying this. "We need to stretch you so I won't hurt you, then you can take me and we can have baby."

"Fuck it, let's do it."

After all, what did you have to lose?

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Of course, he had done his research. Every movement was calculated, and the main goal was not to hurt you.

You didn't dare to ask how he found the... stretchers.

You were no virgin but even so, as the size got bigger and bigger, you were nervous.

After a couple of tries however, you were surprised just how easily a size could fit you.

And soon, he was able to be inside you. Opening you up as you moaned in pleasure. He never made a wrong movement.

He was so gentle.

It made you feel as if you were made out of porcelain, he was so caring and kind.

He did bite your neck and back. Saying they were marks.

Not like you had others to show your mark to. But he liked to cover you in them.

Unfortunately, your baby had other ideas. While you couldn't wait to carry a little one, no baby.

You wanted to give up trying and just accept that it won't happen but your Mate had other ideas.

He blamed himself while you blamed yourself.

He thought the issue was the fact that he was created not born. But then why did all his scenarios all end with a baby?

He slammed the table, making you jump at the loud noise. He looked over at you from his screen.

You knew why he was agitated.

You knew how much he wanted a baby.

"On my planet... if a couple can't have a baby, they say it wasn't meant to be. It will happen on its own. We just have to keep trying and hope for the best." you said into the translator as he listened to your words.

"It is meant to be. I checked every scenario."

"Yes, but you didn't check the scenario in which the baby isn't ready."

"Infants don't have conscious. Can't make decisions like that."

"I'm aware, but as I said, we just have to keep trying, it will happen once. Would you be disappointed in me if I couldn't give you a child?"

"Mate can provide. Checked. You are able to provide. You cannot disappoint me."

You reached over and placed your hand on his.

"We keep trying. It will happen I know it." he nodded once.

---

Keep trying you did.

Then another wave of winter hit, and this planet was worse a lot worse than the one before. You were so incredibly cold, it ended up with you getting sick.

You couldn't hold anything in your stomach.

Your Mate had to check you with his devices and this is when he saw it.

A fetus.

Undeniably.

You looked at the screen when he froze and saw the baby yourself.

You finally did it!

You finally got pregnant!

But... why wasn't he happy?

You looked at him as his golden eyes looked back at you. He leaned over turning the screen to you. You nodded before he grabbed the translator.

"This is why you are sick."

"Yes, pregnancy tends to do that, but why are you... not happy?"

"Baby made you very sick. I don't think you can keep baby."

"What? WHY?" he didn't need a translator for that one.

"Baby makes you too weak. Both of you in danger."

"I'm NOT letting you kill my baby! I want this child, you wanted this child! You said you checked every scenario, every solution! How come you didn't know then?"

"Because in my scenarios, you were healthy, not ill."

"I just have a cold. It will go away in a couple days. Please don't... give me time, give me medicine."

"You could die."

"We tried so hard for this baby. I cannot lose them just because I'm ill."

"If it becomes too dangerous..."

"Give me a week." he nodded.

A week to get better, you cannot lose this little one. Your eyes were glued to the monitor in front of you. Admiring this little alien baby that you had inside you.

You must have gone insane.

No, you went insane when you realized that you actually had deep feelings towards an 11foot tall alien.

In a week's time, you did start to feel better.

But the Predator was surely disappointed in himself.

He was ready to get the fetus out of you the second he realized that it was making you more and more sick. Without thinking he would have done that.

He could have many children in the future, but there is only one You.

He checked you daily. He noticed you were getting better. And he also noticed that you smiled a lot more. You looked at the screen which he paused on the fetus.

No distinguishable features so far. But the little bean on screen already had you wrapped around their entire being.

Both literally and figuratively.

Your Mate kept a close eye on you. Even the dog became more protective as the baby grew.

Your small form changed a lot, he noticed. And he liked it very much. It was his greatest pride.

He always watched you on the bed, sleeping with your belly round, he felt like the proudest Yautja. He would stay up and just watch you, never once touching you, just observing as you slept. Ever so often you moved a little.

It was still winter, the harsh weather making you curl under the furs. He watched as one fell off of you, causing you to get cold as you soon woke up to get your warmth back.

You spotted him sitting in the dark. Although it wasn't unusual, you were very cold. You held your hand out to him as he stood up and walked over. laying down next to you on his side while you glued yourself to his side. You placed his arm on your belly.

He was huge, scary, murdered man and his own kind. And yet, this is what he wanted, a female and a child.

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pieroulette · 11 months

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My Little Angel

2023 | 18+ | ONESHOT | PARK SUNGHOON × READER

WARNING yandere fallen angel!sunghoon, noncon smut, pure filth. 🗿 minors don't interact but i'm not your mama that are able to supervise you, you have your own brain so consume content responsibly.

WORD COUNT 1.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE just a small practice of ehem yk, cuz i don't write smut rlly and this is my second smut story obv, since route 1 has me coughing sm. so it might be rlly bad. plus sunghoon's hair is just giving me sm feels 🗿

SUNGHOON WOULD NEVER LET YOU GO, you who were his pretty little angel. One that had brought him to complete euphoria and at the same time to his demise.

The first time he laid his eyes on you was when the priests summons spiritual angels for a holy ritual, and you were amongst the young nuns presented. Your existence took his breathe away that it cause one sinful thought arising within him.

That alone had him shaking his head in pure agony, trying to shake those thoughts away but strangely, those sinful thoughts only multiplies, slowly devouring his innocence and turning his prayers to God into prayers for you.

His mind no longer whispers the name of God but rather consumed by your name.

For a couple of months, he watches over you with his presence invisible, that the nun with a great psychic ability beside you one day asked if you were aware that you had a guardian angel remaining by your side, and that your guardian angel's energy wasn't the colour of light but rather of darkness.

That ripped your peace of mind into ashes, praying to the God for protection, answers of what has fall upon you, and so on.

Sunghoon saw it all, only remaining silent. Sure, he had fallen in love with you but he chose to stay behind the curtains, but one day when a man came into the frame—it broke him to pieces, and another type of sin arises in him; greed and desire for a human blood.

It shook you to your core when an angel who you often imagine as supreme beings with the light enveloping their magnificent wings—were soaking in crimson blood.

That was the first time he showed himself before you, voicing out a rather simple sentence. "I'll return again."

Even when you dared to break off the rules he created for you and escape through the white door that was supposed to protect you from the outside world, just like he said.

But you didn't listen to him, so now you had to pay the price because you were a bad girl—ruining his image of you being his obedient angel.

Sunghoon pushes you off to the bed with his enormous strength. As an angel, he's far more stronger than you are and now that he had fallen to the underworld, strangely he gained more power and strength—feeding on dark energies from the underworld creatures.

And the day he turned into a fallen angel with his once glowing white wings drenching in pitch black ink, was also the day he took you away from the church, stripping your right of freedom.

Locking you inside this room bathed in silk red, where behind those doors were engulfed with dark creatures you were beyond frightened to lay your eyes upon. But what you didn't knew was how they were afraid of you, who Sunghoon absolutely adores. That's why it had them at the edge of their life when your existence was nowhere to be found in the room.

Yet, it was not difficult for Sunghoon to capture you back but oh did it irritates him beyond his expectation. He expected you to be good and obedient just like when he saw you for the first time.

But this, such an atrocious act for him that he desires to give you a suitable punishment.

Your small and petite figure aroused him even more, adding the fact that you're nervous and writhing like a prey waiting to be devoured.

You knew there was no escaping, not when the windows and doors were locked, completely sealing you from any escape possible, not when this boy in front of you were much stronger than you are.

You are truly doomed.

He climbs on top of you and grips both your wrists on the mattress amidst your protests and cries, mouth trembling as the hot breathe of his mouth slides down to your neck, and licks it with his tongue.

"I've been too good to you, love. I guess it's only wise I take what's mine now," his finger slids down to your tummy, in which you immediately tighten your thighs together but he was quick to put his hand in between, using his strength to open your legs again.

And in a split moment, his hand cupped your private part making you panic along with a hint of arousal hitting your core.

"I really wanna make love with you since the first time I saw you.." Sunghoon growls, pressing his finger inside your clit making your back arched in pleasure.

You don't want this. You really don't want this.

"To feel what it's like it to be inside you.."

You pressed your lips tight, tears threatening to come out from your eyes as he pressed his body closer to yours, the warmth of him engulfing your entire body.

"Hear your sweet little sounds.."

His eyes filled with nothing but love and lust.

"Make you cum and all.."

The desire to eat you raw and stain your innocence with his hands and mouth were driving him utterly insane that his eyes and hands rattled immensely.

"Because of what I'm about to do to you, is driving me crazy right now, love." Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips brushing down your ears as he uttered another dirty words that sent shivers down your spine. "You would be so cute under me, so fucking innocent and yet so fucking dirty just because of me."

"But I was too kind, too lenient to let you do what you want. It's my fault you turn out so bratty like this.." he softly murmurs, as his fingers dig even deeper and deeper into your clothed clit.

"I should teach you now then, train you on how to be my sweet little good girl.." Sunghoon breathe out, "My little angel."

"N-no.. I'm s-sorry!" You choked on your tears, begging for this to just be a dream.

"Shh.. then show me how sorry you are while I'm fucking you raw."

He pulled your skirt down but you tried to stop it, yet he was stronger and faster and now the cold air hits your bare thighs. His hands slapped your arm away, gripping it against the mattress as he kissed your neck and licked it.

He buried his knee between your legs and his other hands cupped your breast making you let out a tiny moan — a sweet melody to his ears. His fingers made its way under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as his hand travelled to your bare tummy up to your breast, then he pinched your nipples and played with it.

You could only cry, and take what he's giving you. The more you resist, the more he gets aroused. The bed creaking, blankets wrinkling, and wet spots forming on your panties as you felt his hard and growing bulge against your core.

You were getting a weird delicious feeling under your clit and you hate it that you like it.

In a split moment, he gets rid of your shirt, exposing your breast and all. You tried to cover yourself but he growled, eyes narrowing as his hands harshly prevented you from doing so.

"So fucking cute.." he breathes against your ear, his hands forming circular patterns on your bare back.

He licks your neck with his tongue then the edge of teeth sank just below your shoulder, marking you as his as blood trickle down to your bare chest, a mixture of arousal and pain engulfed your entire body as he pushes himself deeper and closer to you.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

All you can think of was to get him to stop but the way your body reacts to his sinful touches was saying a different thing.

The clock hanging on the wall across the room were the only thing you were left to observe as he devours your body with his lips and tongue, the edges of his fingers and hands travelling it's way every edge of your skin without your consent.

1:05am

It has been nearly two hours since he was forcing himself on you, your clothes scattered around the floor with his and yet it doesn't look like it's gonna end anytime soon.

Your ears catches the sound of a belt unbuckling on its own and your tired teary eyes glanced towards the source of the noise, your breath hitched nervously as he unzipped his pants, his face were wild flushed and lips swollen with the amount of contact he forced against you and his soft hair gone into a wild mess, his toned body having bead of sweat on his neck streaming down to his torso.

He slowly puts his cock inside you making your back arched in both arousal and pain, your lower part felt so full, getting filled with wet and girth.

Then he starts to thrusts in you—loud, lewd and dirty slaps echoing through the room. The smell of sex strongly lingering in the air, beads of sweats forming on your forehead as your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his skin bound to form fresh red crescent marks that will serve as a form of achievement for him tomorrow when he sees it in the mirror.

Sunghoon's fucked up expression contorts even wilder as he shuts his eyes and his mouth hangs low and his head throws back, leaning back down again to kisses you roughly, tongue meets tongue, lewd sound forming along with it — everything was incredibly wet and dirty.

His hand gripping your left thigh up to let himself sink even deeper inside you, you could feel every part of him inside your body, it was as if you were being filled with so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Your toes curling up in the air, and you could feel wet liquid dripping down to your wet hole.

Soon you couldn't suppressed your moans even though you bit your lips, he chuckled at how cute you are under him. "Fucking cute.. my little angel."

You felt a knot forming under your stomach and he realizes you were coming, your knees weak and a burning arousal all over your body as he keeps thrusting in you, his cock hitting all the sweet spots inside you.

Then he bends down, taking your neck with his hands as he deeply kisses you as you experienced your first orgasm, knees vibrating in pleasure while his tongue plays with yours.

Hot and wet liquids trickling down to your thighs, seeing it gave him satisfaction that he was able to pleasure you and also be the first man to ever take your innocence away just like when you stripped the innocence of his mind away.

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lilacmingi · 4 months

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU INTRO

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: BTS x fem reader

Word count: 2,170

Note: This is a series from Wattpad that I wrote in 2018. All parts have been rewritten/updated. All of the imagines in this series are connected, so you have to read them all. There’s 9 parts + 7 separate endings you get to choose from. This was one of my most popular and memorable series on Wattpad, so I’m bringing it to Tumblr!

You admired the sea of red and white roses covering the lush bushes that lined the pathway as you walked through the vast garden. The faint yet fresh aroma of the delicate flowers loomed in the air, their scent pleasing to the senses.

When life got a little too overwhelming or stressful, you liked to come out to the rose garden and walk around to clear your head. The expanse of blossoms did wonders to take your mind off life or whatever was weighing on you. What brought you outside that day was the desire to leisure and enjoy the overcast sky and comfortably refreshing weather.

As you strolled along, you would pick off any dead leaves or petals you saw on the roses, wanting to keep your garden looking pristine.

Your moment of peace and quiet was interrupted by the harsh snap of a twig, your body instinctually freezing at the sudden noise. As far as you were aware, you were the only person out there... at least you thought you were.

Leaves rustled nearby, sounding as if someone was running around in the large bushes. As cowardly as you were, you chose to be brave and follow the sound, hoping to find the source of the disruptive and alarming noises.

Creeping precariously down the grassy path, you did your best to keep your footsteps silent, taking each step with the utmost caution while trying not to startle whatever or whoever was lurking in the bushes. As you made your way through the labyrinth of rose bushes, you spotted a man just as he emerged from the tall greenery.

He was dressed nicely, almost like a butler, donning a tailcoat, dark trousers, and loafers. This was a peculiar sight, not just because this stranger was in your backyard, but because no one dressed that way in your town.

His attire wasn't the only thing that stood out. Sitting on top of his head was a pair of white bunny ears.

He was a good distance away so perhaps your eyes were playing tricks on you, but something in your gut told you otherwise. Taking a few steps closer, you squinted your eyes to get a look at the strange man.

With a better vantage point, you were quick to come to the conclusion that the ears were indeed real. Your eyes moved down his backside, gaze landing on a fluffy bunny tail peeking out from the slit in his tailcoat. An involuntary gasp escaped you, causing you to cover your mouth with your hand.

The man's bunny ears twitched a little in response and he looked around, not turning towards you. Once he felt that the coast was clear, he pulled out a silver pocket watch attached to a chain. His eyes widened the second he glanced at the face of the clock.

"I'm late!" He gasped quietly to himself and took off, jogging frantically down the pathway.

You made haste and took off after him, your curiosity piqued by the strange hybrid.

He zipped through the garden of roses and out into the empty yard.

"Hey! Stop!" You shouted.

The man glanced back at you over his shoulder and let out a small, startled scream before picking up the pace. Clearly, he didn't know he was being chased.

A huff of exhaustion left you, winded from the brief pursuit. This guy was fast and you weren't sure you'd be able to catch up. However, you couldn't give up.

You pushed your legs as fast as they would go, ignoring the faint burning that became present in them.

Your efforts paid off because you managed to get just a mere foot away. He was within arms reach.

"Please stop." You begged. "I won't hurt you. I promise."

He took another glance back, seeing how close you were. In response, he started running faster to get away, but you wouldn't let him. You reached out and managed to grab onto his tailcoat.

The man released a yelp as he fell to the ground, bringing you with him. He pushed himself onto his side and rolled onto his back with a grunt. Now that you were in close proximity, you could get a good look at his face. You watched as he sat upright in a hasty manner, straightening his jacket and dusting the grass off himself. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him. This man was stunning. He pushed his lengthy, black hair away from his face, showing off more of his breathtaking features.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He questioned frantically, his large, brown eyes wide with fear.

Judging by his body language, it seemed he was ready to jump to his feet and flee at any moment.

"I'd like to know the same thing about you."

His shifty gaze scanned you up and down before he responded.

"You first."

"I'm Y/n. Now, why are you hiding in my rose garden?"

"Y/n?" He whispered under his breath, but you heard it. "So it is you."

Your brows knit together. "What? You didn't answer my question. Why are you hiding in my rose garden?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Can you at least tell me who you are?"

"I'm..." He trailed off and pulled his watch out of his coat pocket to look at it. "I'm late!"

In the blink of an eye, he jumped up off the ground and sprinted away.

"Hey! Come back here!"

Scrambling to your feet, you dashed after him, unwilling to let him slip between the cracks without answering your question.

Sitting at the bottom of a nearby hill was a rotting tree and the man was running directly towards it. Once he got over to the withered trunk, he leapt and disappeared into the ground.

What?

You came to a halt, stopping to rub your eyes. Surely you didn't just watch someone go into the earth. Without wasting any more time, you moved forward, approaching the evergreen.

When you arrived at the scraggly tree, you saw there was a sizable hole in the ground by the large roots of the decaying tree.

"When did this get here?" You asked no one.

Leaning over, you peered into the hollow cavity in the dirt. It was pitch black and appeared to be much deeper than a you thought.

"Hello? Bunny boy, are you down there?"

No answer.

"Hello? Is anybody down th—"

Your sentence was cut off when the loose ground beneath your hands broke away. With nothing to catch yourself on, you lost your balance and fell face first into the endless hole.

Your hands instinctively stretched out in front of you as you were free-falling towards uncertain death, unable to see anything in front of you. Just when you were prepared to make impact, nothing happened.

You were still falling.

Where did this tunnel lead and just exactly how deep was it? If that guy jumped down into the hole it couldn't be that bad. Could it?

Just when you thought you'd be falling for an eternity, a floor came into view. As you plummeted closer to the bottom, you were able to make out a dark red and black checkered pattern.

You wondered why there was a floor at the bottom of a rabbit hole, but that question was quickly shoved to the back of your mind as you realized you were going to hit this floor.

Your eyes widened as you came to this realization and squeezed your eyes shut, curling into a ball and braced for impact.

A few seconds later you were hit with the harsh pain of the hard tile floor colliding with your back, though you didn't hit nearly as hard as you presumed you would. Grunting, you pushed yourself into a sitting position, patting yourself down to make sure you were alright and didn't break any bones.

"I'm okay." You huffed out a laugh of relief.

You actually survived the fall.

Taking a moment to get a look at your surroundings, you found that you were in a strange circular room with doors all around. The only piece of furniture was a glass top table sitting in the middle of the floor. Getting to your feet, you approached the table to find an old-fashioned silver key sitting on top. Taking the key, you got to work trying to unlock one of the nearby doors, only to find that it didn't work. Moving on, you stuck the key into the next door, but it didn't budge.

This has to go to one of these doors. You thought.

You made your way around the room, trying door after door, but the key didn't work in any of them. Not knowing what to do or how to get out, you began to panic. Your heartbeat sped up and your breathing started to get erratic. That's when you took notice of a curtain hanging from the wall. You went to draw back the velvet curtain, revealing a tiny door that had to be no more than a foot tall. Crouching down on the patterned marble flooring, you took the key and slid it into the lock. It clicked softly in response and you pulled it open.

Past the threshold was a set of old steps made of weathered stone that led down to a pathway. Surrounding the path was an array of massive mushrooms and strange curled plants that looked unnatural and otherworldly.

Seeing that you wouldn't be able to fit through the narrow doorway, you pulled back, watching the entrance slowly close.

"Great." You huffed.

How were you supposed to get through there? There was absolutely no way you'd be able to fit. Come to think of it, neither could that bunny guy, so how did he get through?

Getting to your feet, you began pacing around in thought, your restless footsteps coming to a halt when you noticed a small glass bottle sitting on the table. Attached to the neck of the bottle was a tag that read: drink me.

You tentatively plucked the bottle from the tabletop and popped the cork. The first thing you did was sniff the mysterious liquid inside, your face twisting in disgust. It smelled awful.

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, you swirled the liquid around while weighing your options, which were practically none. It was either you drink what was in the bottle or you stay stuck in the room with no way out.

Sucking in a deep breath, you lifted the bottle to your lips and took a drink. It burned your throat like strong alcohol. You coughed at the intense and unpleasant taste.

A strange feeling became present in the pit of your stomach and you noticed you were getting farther away from the table. By the time the odd sensation passed, you realized you were on the floor, looking up through the glass top of the table. Not only that, but you left the key to the door up there.

You shrieked, stumbling back slightly.

That drink shrank you down to the size of a pencil. How was that possible? And how were you supposed to get back to normal?

You frantically searched your surroundings, finding a small glass box with a cake sitting inside. If you were at your normal size, it would fit in the palm of your hand. The cake was square with icing on the top that read: eat me.

Well, you already shrank, so what's the worst that could happen?

Opening up the box, you took a bite out of the cake, then another. Right away, that odd feeling tickled your stomach and you began to grow taller. Just when you thought you'd stop at your normal height, you kept going, getting farther away from the floor where you stood.

"Oh no, oh no." You chanted fretfully, unable the stop the stretch of your body.

The top of your head hit the ceiling, causing you to lean slightly so as not to break it. Then, the growing stopped.

Two things were certain now: the drink would make you shrink, the cake would make you grow. You reached down and knocked the key onto the floor before grabbing the glass bottle between your thumb and index finger, drinking the remaining liquid inside.

The burning was just as bad as the first time, causing you to break into a coughing fit while shrinking back down to the size you were at just moments ago. Retrieving the key off the floor, you made your way over to the tiny entrance only to stop in your tracks and turn back around to grab a chunk of cake from the glass box, bringing it with you just in case.

Upon pushing the key into the keyhole, the tiny door swung open, revealing the outdoor scene you only got a glimpse at. Taking in a deep breath, you stepped past the threshold and entered the strange world of wonder.

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VECNA'S CURSE || STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!HARGROVE!READER

REQUEST: hi can u please do an imagine based off of the ‘dear billy’ episode where the reader is billy’s biological sister? (same age as max)

A/N: I've omitted the reader being the same age as Max because I needed to do this about Steve. Hope you don't mind. 🫶🏻 english isn't my first language

Steve was anxious. He hadn't left your side since you discovered that you were cursed by Vecna. Sleeping with you, driving you around, lying on your bed while you studied. Always having an eye on you. There wasn't a moment in the day when you were alone. And now there he was, just watching you from the distance. You were sitting in front of the grave of your brother and Steve felt powerless, like he couldn't do anything for you from his car. Somehow you convinced him to drive you across the town. The convincing thing being you threatening him that if he didn't do it, you'd get a lawyer and accuse him of kidnapping. One of his hands was on the car window, his fingers tapping nervously and his other one inside the pocket of his jacket, crumpling up the letter you gave him. Steve thought about why you gave him that letter. As much as you tried to hide it, he noticed the sadness and fear in your eyes when you handed him the letter as if you were saying goodbye to him. He couldn't take it anymore.

"All right, it's been long enough." Steve opened the door of his car and got out. Dustin, Max and Lucas looking at each other. "Steve, just give her some time."

"I have, alright? I'm calling it. She wants to get a lawyer, she can." Steve walked to you, his feet moving quickly across the cemetery lawns as he approached you. You were sitting with your legs crossed, holding another letter in your hands. Your eyes scanning the text and reading it out loud. "Okay, it's been enough, y/n, we're leaving now." Steve stood behind you, being able to read from there on the paper the words 'Dear Billy'. He was sorry to interrupt this moment, but he would be even more sorry if something happened to you.

"Please, Steve." You stopped reading, annoyed. "We're leaving." He repeated, making you roll your eyes. You didn't need to turn around to know that they weren't leaving, that it'd been Steve's nerves that walked him to you. "It's not even ten minutes since we-"

"It's been long enough."

You didn't show him any sign of annoyance, your body was tense but it wasn't something he could notice, neither your eyes closed and your jaw clenched. You just wanted to finish reading the letter you wrote for your brother and you'd go back to Steve. You weren't asking for anything else. "Steve, please. I'm just sitting here. I'm not doing anything else. I'm just sitting and I can feel your eyes on me from your car. I'm sure you can spend another five minutes of your life doing that."

Steve took a deep breath. Of course he could do that, he could be watching you for the rest of his days. "You've been glued to my ass anyways for the past few days, five more minutes is nothing." Glued to your ass? That's what you thought he'd been doing? Just following you around?

"Glued to your ass?"

"Come on, you don't even leave me alone to talk to my dead brother—"

"Yeah, precisely because I don't want you to end up like him!" None of you said anything for a couple of seconds. You playing with the letter and Steve waiting for you to say something else or to just stand up and get into the car. You did none of that, thinking about what Steve just said, not upset anymore. Thinking about the day that Billy died, and the way Steve held you strongly between his arms when you saw your brother dying in front of your eyes. Your screams and cries still buzzing in his ears as you tried to escape his grip and run to Billy. He didn't let you go. Max was there that day too, the girl completely paralyzed, not being able to do anything for you as she couldn't keep her eyes off Billy. She still feels guilty. "Just give me— five minutes. It's all I'm asking for. Please." Your head was down, your fingers still holding the paper. One of Steve's hands rested on his hips while he ran the other one over his face. "Five minutes, y/n."

He went back to his car shaking his head, not knowing why he agreed. You seemed not to realize the danger you were in. He leaned against the vehicle. "Five minutes." Steve stated before Lucas, Max and Dustin could ask. Max huffed and shared a look with Steve, him showing her a grimace that let her know that he did everything he could, but you were so stubborn, they both knew that. They waited in silence, Steve's eyes moving from his watch to you and vice versa. When the watch hands read five minutes, he started walking towards you again. Max was ready to come for you if Steve would've let one more second pass. Dustin had never seen his friend like this, so paranoid. Not even when they almost died in the Russian base. And it was all because of you, Steve didn't care about himself, he cared about nobody else when it came to you.

"Okay, y/n. Five minutes. We're leaving." He got no response from you. Steve kneeled, his heart almost stopped beating.

"Y/n?" Your eyes were white, almost rolling to the back of your head, Steve shook your paralyzed body. "Hey, y/n, wake up." He called your name again, louder this time putting Max, Lucas and Dustin on alert. "Y/n, wake up!" Steve clapped his hands in front of your face in complete desperation. They ran to you when they saw Steve fall to his knees, shaking your shoulders and calling your name unstopping. They kneeled at both sides of Steve, yelling things like 'You gotta get outta there!' and "Can you hear me?" Steve twisted one of his fists in Dustin's t-shirt while he used his other hand to point at his car. "Call Nancy and Robin! Go get them! Call Nancy and Robin!" You couldn't feel Steve shaking your body and you couldn't hear his voice calling you either. You were lost and scared, you were walking backwards as Billy got closer to you every time, blood dripping from his mouth and chest. You shook your head at his words, his cold thumb stroking your cheek.

"You know, I think there's a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. That was even relieved. Happy."

"Billy, no, that's not true."

"That's why you let Harrington stop you. It's okay, you can admit it now." Billy then started reading you like a book, as if he was there at nights when you couldn't sleep thinking about him, about how he died. If you had arrived earlier at Start Court, you could've stopped him. Tears started rolling down Billy's cheeks, every step he took forwards you was filled with rage. "And why late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow me into death. That's why I'm here y/n. To end your suffering, once and for all." You kept walking backwards until you fell on your back from the platform where his grave was. When you looked over at Billy again he wasn't there anymore.

Dustin took your walkman and all your tapes that Steve had in his car and ran to where you were, falling to the ground and so the tapes in his hands. "What's her favorite song?" Dustin looked at Max and Steve whose hands were again on your cheeks. "What?! What is this?!"

"Robin said if she listens- It's too much to explain now! What's her favorite song?!" Dustin asked again.

Steve thought about it for a couple of seconds. Music was basically your life, in your room none of the four walls could be seen because of all your posters. Madonna, Blondie, David Bowie, The Beatles... He could remember you dancing around your room, taking his hands and dragging him to dance with you to the sound of...

"Take On Me! It's Take On Me by A-ha!" All of them started looking for that tape with shaking hands, Dustin being the one who found it, and immediately handed it to Max so Lucas could put it inside the walkman.

Steve placed the headphones in your ears and played your favorite song. "Come on, y/n. Come on, baby." Steve analyzed your face, looking at any sign that you were back. He cupped both of your cheeks, your eyes still white giving him goosebumps but he was far from letting you go. You needed to come back. You were running as fast as you could, trying to escape the monster your brother turned into but all of a sudden you were trapped by his long vines and almost choking as one of them wrapped strongly around your throat, your arms tied up too. Chrissy was there and Nancy's friends too.

The melody in your ears opened a gate, you could see Steve completely desperate, his hands on both sides of your face, a scared expression on Max's as she fought the urge to cry. Dustin was by his side, the same look on his face and Lucas was pacing around with his hands behind his head. Vecna could see them too.

"They can't help you, y/n." The vine around your neck tightened up, making you gasp for air. Vecna held up one of his hands, the long fingers aiming at your face. Steve, Max, Dustin, and Lucas fell backwards when your body started to levitate above their heads. Their eyes were wide open looking at you, they were frozen. Steve was the first one to react, standing on his feet and calling your name again. Lucas, Max and Dustin were quick to react after Steve. Steve's hands flew to the back of his head. It was his fault, he shouldn't have left you alone, much less there. Your eyes closed as Vecna's hands got closer to your face.

Fuck, you needed to do this for them. You remembered two years ago going trick-or-treating with your Max's new friends, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike, they were so small and their ghostbusters' costumes were so cute. Max looking so badass with the Michael Myers costume you bought for her. You remembered being in the bleachers a few days ago rooting for Lucas when he scored the deciding point. You remembered Dustin asking you and Steve to help him to get ready for the Snow Ball, you remembered Steve leaning to kiss your lips for the first time that night too, and how flustered he looked afterwards. You remembered helping Max to fix her hair for the Ball and to choose an outfit too. Billy stood behind you two for a couple of seconds as you did, a peaceful look on his face that surprised both Max and you. He never liked Max, and he liked even less that you liked her. He never understood why you were so protective of her, but you knew your brother, you knew how bad he could be. You remembered a little Max behind you as you fought your brother for treating her that way, her tiny fists squeezing your long skirt between them. Her big blue eyes looked up at you as you defended her, shouting at Billy and him shouting back at you, Max realizing for the first time that you were her sister, not just the daughter of her mom's boyfriend. She was so scared of Billy, but she grew up and learned how to face him in the best way possible, ignoring him as much as she could. You remembered Max's face when you bought for her birthday her first skate.

After Billy's death, you stayed with Max and her mom in Hawkins. Your dad couldn't stand being there without Billy and he started to drink and get into bad fights with Max's mom so he left. You thanked he didn't drag you with him because you didn't think you could've survived him without Billy.

Max, Lucas, Dustin, Steve. As much as you thought you deserved to die, you couldn't do that to them.

Vecna's long fingers were brushing your face, but you couldn't give up, not yet. You managed to free one of your hands from his vines, you grabbed a hold of the ones going up his neck and pulled them out. The monster trembling on his feet and grunting as you fell to the ground. You ran to your friends as fast as you could, avoiding the objects falling from the sky straight to you, and you were so close to the gate, so close to Steve, you could now hear his voice calling your name.

You gasped and your eyes went back to their natural color, your body falling to the cemetery ground. At first, you tried to escape the hands that tried to hold you, scared and looking around anxiously. Your breathing was shakingly, your lungs trying to take the oxygen they needed all at once and making you feel dizzy.

"It's me, y/n. It's Steve. You're okay, you're okay." You hid in his body when you could feel the warmth of his hands on you, reassuring you that it was truly him. Steve hugged you against his chest. He squeezed you against him, he needed to feel that you were alive. Your body was cold yet Steve could feel your chest going up and down at a fast pace which reassured him that you were alive. Your breathing was still heavy and fast, just like his. Steve caressed your hair trying to calm you while Dustin had one of his hands on your shoulder, to prove himself that you were okay and Lucas had his head resting on his knees, still thinking about how they almost lost you. Max rested her head on your legs, her tears finally coming out and wetting your jeans. Steve's lips kissed your temple, still mumbling words of comfort. Once again you found yourself in between his arms. Like the day that Billy died.

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beelmons · 1 year

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Not your subordinate.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (non-BAU) Word count: 1,110 Genre: Angst with a happy ending cw: hospitals, mentions of someone being shot, mentions of death, light angst. Summary: Aaron is shot in the line of duty and you're there when he wakes up, however, his agent side comes out when you less need it. A/N: this was supposed to be a drabble and got a bit too long, whoops.

Nothing quite prepares you for the feeling of seeing a loved one bedridden by a bullet to the chest. Let alone your husband, the one you believe to be your other half, the cord that keeps you tied to this earth with a willingness to appreciate beauty and life.

Your breath was caught in your throat, your hands tightly gripping the area of you chest, as if you were trying to snatch your heart and give it a comforting hug. You sobbed quietly, your lips pursed trying your best to not let the tears flow so freely.

"He's out of danger." you heard the man behind you speak up. Reid, the BAU's local genius, had been so kind to call you and escort you to the hospital so you could see your husband who had been hurt in the line of duty hours earlier.

You approached the bed and pulled a chair to be sitting to his level, your hands immediately reaching for his and squeezing it with light desperation.

"Mrs. Hotchner." Spencer remained by the door, pity written all over his face "I really need to take you to Quantico now." he stated as he signaled toward the exit.

"I'm not leaving him." your head snapped in his direction, brows furrowed in offense. You saw him tense up, and you decided to relax instead. This wasn't his fault, it was part of the job.

"The UnSub hasn't been apprehended yet, he could be targeting the hospital." he tried to explain.

"The more the reason to stay, then, don't you think?" with your final statement your sight went back to Hotch. One of your hands tangled on his hair, and you appreciated his sleeping face. On the daily, even when he slept, he always had traces of concern, but in this very second, he just looked peaceful.

Spencer wasn't able to form any rebuttal, so his head nodded slightly to indicate he understood your position. "I'll have two officers posted at the door, if you notice anything odd, or someone seems off, please call me or Agent Prentiss immediately."

You shot him an understanding and thankful smile before you agreed with your head. You watched as he turned, ready to head back into the field "Spencer." you said to interrupt his actions, and he stopped in his tracks to provide you the attention "Get the son of a bitch." you said resolutely.

Without further word, he darted out of the room. Never did you imagine four walls could suffocate you in such a way. The faint beeping of the monitor, that was both the indicator that he was still alive and the reminder that he almost died, seemed to be getting on your nerves.

Minutes later, you noticed the uniforms stand by the door, and your body could finally relax a bit more. Your head dropped to be laying on the bed instead. You weren't sure when, but you had drifted off to sleep, your hand still tightly attached to your husband's.

"Mrs. Hotchner" you heard someone call your name and you bolted up immediately. A wide smile drew itself on your face, along with a couple droplets of tears, when you realized it had been no other than Aaron himself.

His eyes were half-lidded, his voice still groggy from having just woken up. You hovered over him with excitement, doing your best to not lay your your entire weight on him as you hugged his body. "Thank God, you're awake."

His arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders. He took a second to close his eyes again, simply engulfing the feeling of your embrace. He wouldn't tell you, but when he struggled to breathe, and he felt his life escape his hands, he could only think of you. Of how thankful he was to have been loved by someone like you.

"You shouldn't be here." he finally said once you pulled back, your hands back to squeezing his.

"Saveit, Reid already tried to get me off here. Didn't work." you said, your eyes fixed on him to prove him you were dead serious.

"Honey." he said, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he had that professional glare you had gotten so used to seeing whenever he had work to do, and that you tried to hard to keep away from your household. "He's fixated on me. He could be trying to get to the hospital to finish what he started. Please, go to quantico so you can be safe." there was something different about his tone, it was pleading, sure, but you could hear the hint of a command hovering over it.

"I'm not one of your subordinates, Aaron, so check that tone with me." you stated, a bit offended as well. His expression softened immediately, the stone hitting right to his forehead, and his eyes began to redden and water along with his nose.

"I don't want to risk losing you." his voice was shaky, a weak hand reached to land on your cheek, cupping it gently.

You sighed, your own emotions beginning to flow. You sniffled to gather strength, your words were not going to be easy to say. "You always say that whenever something goes wrong." you pointed out "Does it ever cross your mind that I don't want to lose you either?"

"It's different." he tried to argue.

"It's not." you shot him a smile "Aaron, if a bad guy were to enter through that door right now, he might as well take me with you. Because if I lose you, even if I live, there won't be any of me left. Who I am today, is a scramble of what we've been through. Together." you heard him sniffle half way through your speech, his tears finally flowing down his face.

He tugged at your hand, indicating that you should jump on the bed. You did so, struggling to keep yourself up on the edge by clinging to your husband's waist. His chin rested on top of your head, and you rested yours on his chest.

"I'm kind of glad you are not on the team" he admitted jokingly in attempt to diffuse the blue atmosphere.

"Yeah, I'm not very good at doing what you tell me to, am I?" you went along.

"To be fair, they aren't either." he answered, causing the two of you to chuckle at the same time.

Many years have you spent at the side of this man, many years you prayed this would remain the same, and sure, a time might come in which you are separated, but thinking about that could wait. He is still here, in your arms, where he belongs.

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kiame-sama · 1 year

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Twin Eclipses- (Yandere!Illumi x Reader)

Warnings; yandere, mention of abuse, coercion, threats, mention of being threatened, unfair situations, female bodied reader, mention of past noncon, mention of birthing troubles,

You stood on your porch, watching your rambunctious pair of little ones run and play. It was tough being a single mom and having twins- tougher than anyone can imagine- but you loved your kids and all their wonderful quirks.

The village you currently lived in was tucked away in the mountain side and thankfully there were plenty of retired elderly folk who just adored your sons. The extra hands to help care for your boys made your life somewhat easier, allowing you to have much more freedom than you would have otherwise. You were content where you lived and you were thankful for the people who lived around you.

The two were both boys; born about 12 hours apart from one another. They were a unique pair in both personality and temper.

From their births you knew they would be special, the very celestial bodies oddly timed to the both of them. A solar eclipse occured when your first son was born, his white hair turning black and blue eyes burning a red-orange. Twelve hours later a lunar eclipse occured when your second son was born, much like his older brother going from white and blue to black and red-orange. When their individual eclipses faded, their hair and eyes returned to how they were prior as you realized both of your boys used nen moments out of the womb.

The story of your life? Well, that one was more than a little rough, and you truly wanted to forget what happened and why you had to come to this village in the first place. At least you escaped your personal hell and managed to leave before anyone caught wind of your pregnancy. It was difficult to do so due to your mangled ankle, but you had still managed despite your struggles.

As you watched your pair play, you did your best to keep the dark thoughts out of your mind and just live in the moment. You still jumped when shadows fell over you and any sudden noise made fear strike into your heart, but it seemed they would actually allow you and your boys to live freely. Returning would mean imprisonment and your boys would be taken from you, so for now you were content to hide even if you were so close to danger.

Shadows played at the edge of your vision and you caught yourself glancing around every now and again just in case your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. So when you caught a flash of white from your left side among the trees, you felt almost frantic.

"Boys! It's time to come in!"

Despite the unison whine of disappointment, your two five year olds both shuffled inside, neither taking note of your increased panic. But of course, life wasn't going to pull any punches for you. Before you could enter your home, a man that was all too familiar emerged from the trees.

His white hair and piercing blue eyes pinned you to the spot as three others emerged as well. Nothing could stop your heart from flying into a panic as you observed the four men who now silently watched you. Some level of relief filled your mind when you didn't see him join the group, but his absence only slightly lessened your fear.

There certainly would be no running, because you already knew they would easily catch you and your sons would never be able to keep up. That left you two options to choose from, first; stay where you were and allow the men to approach, or second; go to them.

A rather strong part of you argued against approaching the dangerous men, but you approaching kept your sons farther away from harm. The choice was clear, even if you didn't like it.

Closing your door, you mentally psyched yourself up for what you feared would happen, forcing your legs to begin moving. You could feel the eyes of the four men trained on you with predatory precision as you approached, only heightening your stress as you limped towards the group. When you came within ten feet of them you finally stopped, staring at each man in turn.

"(Y/n), it certainly has been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it certainly has been, sir."

"Come now, there's no need for such formality. After all, you don't work for us anymore."

"Force of habit, sir."

The first to greet you was an old and familiar face, his eyes wrinkled at the corners and his stature was quite small in comparison to his associates. You knew the man well as you had primarily worked under his command when you worked for the family.

What family, you may ask?

Why, the Zoldyck family, of course.

Maha, the eldest of the family, had been the one you worked with the most out of the rest of the family members and so, he was the one who you were most familiar with. Standing among him were his grandson Zeno, his great-grandson Silva, and your father, Gotoh. Where you would have been thrilled to see your father after so long, the reunion was bitter due to the rather unfortunate circumstances that led to you fleeing the house of Zoldyck.

"I take it you found my message?"

"Yes. Quite the clever hiding place, he would have never thought to look there."

"Does... Does he know about... Them? About me?"

"No. Illumi has not been informed and has been kept out of the loop, so to speak."

"Then why are you here?"

Dread was weighing heavily in your heart and your more accusatory words only served to deepen that dread, not at all feeling the confidence your voice held. You knew what they were capable of and you didn't want to give them a reason to be upset with you, but what choice did you have? It wasn't only you at risk now.

"I believe you already know the answer to that. Your boys, both having white hair and blue eyes, they are clearly of the Zoldyck bloodline. With Killua away from the family and having no interest in returning, the family is put at jeopardy without a potential heir to the mantle that is head of the family."

Your heart thudded with a hollow feeling in your chest, fear flooding your veins. You knew there was a possibility of them coming for your sons, but you had always hoped they would just let you and your family be. Of course they would be interested in your boys, they did hold a clear familial resemblance after all.

Despite knowing that begging would do nothing to sway them, you couldn't help the pleading tone your voice took.

"Please... They're just boys. They don't know anything about their heritage. Please don't take them from me."

"(Y/n), I know it was not your choice to have them in the first place but you must understand, the future of the family comes first."

"They aren't members of the family. They're bastards."

"A bastard is still family by blood. Even you can't deny the similarities. They are Zoldycks, the both of them. Their Nen alone proves their familial ties."

There was little more that you wanted to do other than run, taking your boys with you, even if you knew you wouldn't get very far. You had hoped that because your sons were bastards, the rest of the family wouldn't be interested in them, but clearly that was just wishful thinking.

"Please.. You- you just don't understand why I can't hand them over."

"I do understand, child. They are your sons as much as they are Illumi's and you care for them greatly."

"That's not all..."

"What is it then?"

"Illumi will kill them."

A silence fell over the clearing as Maha's eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise, clearly not expecting your words. It was then Silva spoke up, his deep voice sending terror straight down your spine.

"Illumi wouldn't lay a hand on them. He doesn't harm family."

You surprised even yourself with the humorless and dry bark of a laugh that escaped you, the fragile illusion of confidence quickly dissolving around you. Memories of those cold doll-like eyes flashed through your mind, each horrible thing done to you replaying in your head. His low hissed threats ringing in your ears and turning your blood to ice.

"Yes. Yes he will. I didn't get injured due to some freak accident like he forced me to claim... He..." You slowly pulled your lame ankle towards your other leg, "he did this to me. He said it was so I couldn't run from him anymore. He knew what he was doing to me was wrong but he didn't care. Every day, he threatened to kill any child I may have if I ever tried to run. You know as well as I that Illumi doesn't just casually threaten unless he intends to follow through. I ran, he will kill them, that's why I took such extreme measures to ensure he wouldn't find that letter."

You looked over your shoulder towards your home, two pairs of eyes glimmering from the windows. There's no way your boys could even know the danger that was before them or the fact that the four strange men who had arrived at their home were members of their family. You hadn't spoken much to your boys about their family and you honestly dreaded the conversation you would one day have to have with them.

"He can't harm them if he can't get to them."

"What do you mean?"

You looked back at the second oldest Zoldyck, Zeno, as he closed his eyes in contemplation.

"If they are protected by the family, he can't hurt them, not without extreme consequences."

"Yeah, but he's welcome to hurt me as much as he wants."

Your words held a certain level of venom to them, thinking back to the hell that was your life for the last year you worked for the family. It was hard to not be bitter, knowing that even if you had spoken up about the abuse you suffered at the hands of Illumi, no one would have believed you. It was hard to ignore evidence of that abuse now though, as there were two new lives that resulted from it.

"Child, you know I would have sided with you had you come to me about it."

"No, you wouldn't have and you damn well know it. The family comes first, right? What's the word of some expendable worker when put up against any member of the family? No one cared. Countless others heard and even saw what he did to me, no one said a word."

Maha stood in silence at your harsh reply and you already knew you were right. You didn't have to call him on his bluff to know you were right.

"You are their mother, and they clearly love you," Maha nodded towards the window of curious eyes, "so you would be protected as well."

"Someone should tell that to Illumi."

"He won't be able to get to you-"

"Oh, like he wasn't supposed to be able to rape me? Not like it happened every day- oh, wait. It did. Every day I screamed and begged for mercy, every day he told me no one cared and that I was as useful and expendable as any other fuck-toy."

"(Y/n)-"

"No. I was in labor for too long to say I didn't suffer in agonizing loneliness for the sake of my family. I gave birth to the both of them while I was alone in a freezing cabin before anyone came to help me. I cut both umbilical cords myself. I almost died because I was too exhausted and weak by the time the second one arrived to feed them before the neighbors decided to check on me. The elderly folk in this village are more family to them than any of you. I raised them to be better than the monsters you call children. You want another heir? Make one yourself! Leave my sons and I out of your robotic murderous clan!"

You were surprised at the way you actually snapped at the assassins, your pain and anger far outweighing your fear of the men. Honestly, you'd sooner die fighting than let them take a single child from you. They seemed to realize you were not in the mood or place to agree to anything, let alone give up your sons for them to train as killers.

They were smart, and they knew eventually you would be unable to keep going as you had been and would truly need them, especially with the way your ankle had been mangled. To some degree, they understood your anger and sympathized with what you went through. Though you had not been married into the family, you were still one of the most trusted of their workers and now you were the mother of the next generation. You are family.

Maha and Silva were both particularly fond of you when you worked for them, Silva even telling you how much he trusted you with his family. You practically served them your entire life before you ran, and they had failed to see what was being done to you. But, there was no doubt they truly respected you after all you went through and all you did to protect your sons despite the great toll it took on you physically and mentally.

Your now mostly silver hair was a testament to how much you had sacrificed for your children and how great the toll had been. Though your face was still youthful, the darkness around your eyes told of hardship and endless sleepless nights. They would have to tread carefully while deciding what course of action they were going to take. On top of all of that, they also needed to ensure your safety and the safety of your sons especially regarding Illumi.

It truly seemed to be out of character for him to threaten his own progeny or a member of his family. Then again, so were the deplorable actions that Illumi chose whenever he caught you alone.

The proof was there with your hidden letter, clips from security cameras in the estate, all time-stamped and compiled. Literal days worth of footage showed the depraved actions of the eldest Zoldyck son towards you. When you collected all of it, you even debated throwing it all out to save what tiny shred of dignity you clung to, but you needed the truth to be known.

Hiding the envelope and its contents so Maha would find it but Illumi would not was no easy feat to accomplish. If you were caught there would be no escape for you or the life that had already begun to grow inside of you. You left the first chance you got, but ensured to hop places several times before settling in a village on the far side of the same mountain range as the estate. The hope was that Illumi would dismiss any nearby area after his initial search, making it a safe-zone between where he searched and where he lived.

You chose to be close to danger because Illumi expected you to want to run as far as possible.

Just as the men had appeared, three of them practically vanished with hardly a trace. Only Gotoh stayed for a moment longer, his eyes full of sorrow and regret now that he finally knew your reasoning after you disappeared. He must not have been told the full story or shown the collected videos- not that he would want to see them anyway- and they must have decided that learning your fate would hurt less coming from you. Ever the emotional stone walls, not even family matters seemed to bother or surprise the Zoldycks, but you and your father were far more human.

In the end, he could find no words that would not add to the embarrassment, stress, or sorrow you had to live with. What could he say? He was so relieved to hear you were alive and relatively well, having given up hope a year after your disappearance. But to have the first meeting after so long be colored by his worst nightmares come true.

It was bitter-sweet, and you knew there were so many things that should have been said, but neither of you could voice them. He followed his masters, ever the faithful servant, away from your home and your sons. You knew it wasn't going to be your last time seeing them, you knew how they worked and how persistent they could be. They would need to back off and reassess the situation they now had on their hands.

This left you standing alone, trying to figure out what you could do to explain these events to your sons. You wouldn't put it past the Zoldycks to try and kidnap your boys, so you knew you needed to warn them to not trust anyone approaching them. Though it would be difficult for you and your two sons, it still needed to be done and you needed to keep your little family safe however you could. Even the feeling of being watched did little to deter you from returning to your boys who awaited you inside.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #hxh yandere #yandere illumi #yandere illumi zoldyck #tw mention of violence #tw mention of abuse #tw pregnancy

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theangelssing · 1 year

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Good Morning

Ben being Ben, neutral!reader, Ben and Reader are engaged, third pov, spoiler free (only mention is soldier boy’s story)

warnings: physical touch (romantic way), fluff & soft mostly, domestic fluff

a/n: this imagine doesn’t take place during The Boys’ events, I just took Soldier Boy’s story and did the imagine, only based on the tv show! I wrote that one at midnight, sorry if there’s any error, please do tell me. as always, if you want more, feel free to ask!

prompt: what if Soldier Boy was free from the Russian by you a long time ago? You and Ben living an happy romantic life.

The sun was hitting through the open windows while the curtains were moving slowly because of the wind. It was a peaceful summer morning. The light woke you up. It was still early and you were still sleepy. The body against yours didn’t move when you tried to come closer, you just heard a grunt. You kissed one of your boyfriend’s cheek. Only after that you finally felt an arm around your own body, making you giggle.

Ben and you bought a cosy house far away from the city. You always wanted to live in a cottage and he made sure your dream comes true. You spent many months working together so the house could become your little nest. You were proud of you, and at the end of the renovations Ben asked you to be his spouse and you said yes without any doubts.

As a young engaged couple, you were always watching your ring a lot. Ben chose the perfect one. This morning didn’t escape your routine. You tried to remove your arm from Ben’s and you watched the little ring shining on your finger. It made you smile. You felt and saw Ben’s hand on yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Already awake sweetheart?” he asked while kissing your forehead.

“Mmhmmh,” you muttered.

A small smile appeared on his lips and he started to slowly stroke your hand with his. You really liked the cute Ben, you always liked everything about him, except his misogyny – even though he was doing his best to actually change the way he’s acting as he doesn’t live in 1940 anymore.

“What are you thinking about?” he wondered, as you were staring at your intertwined fingers without moving.

“I wish we could make breakfast together, today,” you replied while moving your head to meet his eyes. He was looking right at you, with his usual lovely morning expression.

“Right, what d’you wanna eat?”

You were kinda surprised he accepted that fast so you didn’t answered right away. You were too lost in his glance anyway.

“Baby? What do you want for breakfast?”

“I want some pancakes! Oh and can we make some cookies too?! Not for breakfast but i really want cookies. With orange juice. Or apple juice! Wait wait, with milk, it’s better with milk.”

You heard him laughing before kissing you.

“Sweetheart, you can eat whatever you want y’know,” he said then kissed your forehead for the second time this morning.

“I know but.. It’s breakfast..”

“Well, let’s have some pancakes with milk for breakfast then we do your cookies while drinking apple and orange juices.”

Oh how you loved this man. He was always there for you whatever you needed or wanted.

“Are you sure you want to make pancakes and cookies with me?” you asked, not so sure of you though.

“Of course, as long as it makes you happy,” he replied with his eyes in yours, the green meeting something deep in your soul, you could feel it.

You muttered a thank you and before being able to understand what was going on, you were in his arms and out of bed.

“Ben!” you yelled as he was holding you on his shoulder. He sure was laughing, proud of him, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him as he was heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll land your majesty on the counter, if that’s good for your majesty.” You just nodded as an answer.

He gave you a little squeeze on your thigh before you felt the wood under you.

“What do we do first?” he asked you.

“We find the ingredients, a bowl and a frypan.”

“Don’t move, I do it.”

You contained your laugh while watching him struggling to find everything. This poor man didn’t know his own kitchen that well.

“Want some help?”

“Uh.. No. You stay on the counter,” he replied, not so sure of himself.

After some minutes Ben finally found a bowl and a frypan. But he was clueless looking in the fridge.

“Do you even know what are the ingredients?” you finally asked him as he was closing the fridge’s door.

“Well.. I never made pancakes y’know..”

“That’s what I thought,” you laughed and get down off the counter. “Let me explain.”

Ben wasn’t the best, you knew about his past, but you were both in love with each other and nothing else mattered during those soft moments. You knew he still had a lot to learn if he wanted to fit in today’s society but you always promised to be there for him. Of course you also knew Soldier Boy would always be Soldier Boy, but for you he was Ben, the man who asked you to become his only spouse. He still was making mistakes but he was so careful with you.

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Morrotober, Oct 3. Dream / Sleep. "Let me close my eyes."

[TW for insomnia, and a description of a panic attack, and loss.]

Morro was exhausted.

It was no surprise, it was nothing new. Morro could no longer remember a day he hadn't been exhausted, it was simply all he knew.

But such is the nature of exhaustion to be painfully aware of it, to have its ball and chain biting at your ankle, to have it linger just behind your eyes. Constant.

There was nothing to be done. Morro avoided thinking about it, because it wouldn't do him any good. Ghosts couldn't sleep, and that was that. This was the price he paid for being a part of the Pre-eminents plan, and though he knew it was worth it, he still cried inside for a reprieve. He cried out for a chance to relax his unfeeling body.

But it wasn't possible to relax a muscle if it was never really tensed. He couldn't escape it.

On and on the days had led, the months, the years. Moments in the Cursed Realm were never boring, something was always happening. Morro wondered how much longer he could go on. Surely, forever. His body was incapable of collapse, and some part of him hated that.

Though, every time he remembered why he was doing this, every time he heard the voice of the Pre-eminent and every time he felt her presence, he was invigorated. He would grin wildly and freely.

The apprehension and responsibility of his role was nothing short of his lifeblood.

It made him forget the spinning of exhaustion, and instead gave him purpose.

Sometimes, she'd go days without talking to him, without talking to any of the generals. Morro couldn't help but wonder what was so important as he found ways to fill his time. He'd train, he'd fight, he'd give orders and he'd sit and watch from the darkness. None of these ghosts were warriors yet, not like him. They were ordinary scum, who'd done things horrible enough in their lifetimes to end up here.

They were pathetic, and useless.

It was no wonder the Pre-eminent had chosen him. She was the only destiny that mattered now, anyways. Bigger plans than him were in motion.

And yet, she still left him in silence for weeks on end. The exhaustion would creep back up, forcing its way into the cracks of his being, blurring the edges of his vision. Planting aching into his bones. And he'd find himself sitting on the edge of his prison, trying so hard to not think about the way he couldn't feel his breaths, nor the hands he dug into his scalp, nor the way closing his eyes did nothing to dim the light.

He'd find himself remembering times from his life–in flashing memories, like on the reflection of a river– times like when Wu would tuck him into bed and he'd fall asleep slowly and carefully. With the weight of the blanket keeping him safe.

If only he'd cherished those days more, if only he'd known how much harder things would get.

Morro was driving himself insane.

He kept trying to imagine he was that child again, on the bed, so sure and so confident, and so readily falling asleep. But no matter how hard he pretended, the Cursed Realm had tainted his mind.

Closing his eyes did nothing. He could still see the murky green of the floor he sat on, wisps of grey trailing past his feet. He tensed harder, curling in on himself and clenching his jaw. Morro pressed his palms against his eyes to no avail.

It wasn't fair! He wanted nothing more truly than to be able to close his fucking eyes! Why couldn't the Pre-eminent grant him this one wish? Was he so unworthy? When would this hell pay off?

When would he be free-? He shoved the thought away as soon as it spoke, but its message lingered. He reminded himself that as long as he served his Mistress, he was freer than he had ever been with Wu. That, he knew.

Although, he could admit to himself that he would sell his soul a second time just to be able to experience the unchallenged calm of slumber.

Was he shaking? Was that possible?

He couldn't panic. He wouldn't panic. He wouldn't think of the fact that he had no way of knowing how much longer he'd have to live like this. Wouldn't think about the fact that he could be stuck in here for decades more–

He was definitely shaking. He tightened his grip on the roots of his hair, now having curled in on himself completely. Nobody could see his face, and it was a damn good thing. Because he was sure that he looked as insane as he felt.

"Let me close my eyes." The growl came out high-pitched, pained, yet desolate nonetheless. He didn't know why he let it escape. He didn't know who he was begging to. It wasn't like anybody could hear him.

Morro grit his teeth and swore, trying to gather himself back. But he couldn't seem to untangle his arms, couldn't seem to untense his tremoring limbs. He was falling apart. "Please." He whined. "Let me close my eyes. Let me close my eyes. Let me close my eyes, oh my fucking-.." The tearless sobs became more erratic as he truly comprehended that there was noone there to listen. Nor care.

Morro could still hear the endless cacophony of screeching in the cages, and he couldn't help but think that despite all his power, he was just as imprisoned as the ones in chains.

"Morro?" A haunting voice, rasped by screams. It was Bansha.

Morro jumped, falling back. He sprung back and covered his face with his hands before he could even look at her. He tried to muffle his panting.

Their silence was taut in the air.

Fuck. Bansha? Of all people? The only fucking one with enough authority to snitch on him? To really make this all for nothing?

All Morro could do was pray that the jealous bitch had enough self decency to pretend she'd never seen anything. His hands were still trembling, like a child, like a fucking child. And he could still see the ghostly green of Banshas presence reflecting off the ground, even if he wasn't facing her.

He knew he was supposed to say something. He knew he was the loud one, the cocky general, the ecstatic child, the threat. He was the arrogant one. He was supposed to talk.

But his tongue failed him, for once in his life. At the very worst time.

Even though she still stood there, he could feel the panic wash over him yet again, the lack of sleep, the hopelessness, the unsettling sense of being caged. He needed to leave this conversation, before something horrible happened.

Morro shifted so that his line of vision peeked through the fallen strands of his hair, he saw Bansha.

She was, as usual, almost entirely unreadable. The mask, and hood, and all the tattered robes that she'd been Cursed with served her well here. Her spectral eyes glinted as she narrowed them, slowly looking over Morro. Morro prepared to leap up and shove past her, but then she spoke again, in that same, crackling voice. "Are you…"

He tensed as a thousand possible endings to that sentence ran through his head. Are you crying? Are you really so weak? Are you really so pathetic?

"...okay?"

Morro felt himself freeze. He sat there for a good few seconds. Then, he looked up at her, not caring to swipe the hair out of his eyes.

They looked at eachother, and he still couldn't read her. He knew she was probably tricking him, but the initial shock was still affecting him.

Something in the air began to shift, he could've sworn that he could feel as he shrunk in his clothes, became nothing but a weeping little boy on the side of a street. As some impossibly tall, unimaginably wise adult stood over him.

He didn't like it.

Morro shot to his feet, shoving his face up to hers, forcing her to take a few paces back, as he stole them off her. "What did you just say to me?" He challenged, desperate to destroy this power imbalance that he'd imagined himself.

Her eyes didn't change, simply cautiously searched his. "Morro, please."

He was still shaking. He was still tired. Snapping at her didn't take the bite off his creeping, seeping, sickly fatigue.

Bansha must've watched the exhaustion creep back into the depths of his eyes, as he fought to keep up his violent facade. Slowly, he stood down. Her face did not change once.

Morro turned away, not daring to give away any more than he needed to. "Morro.." her wailing voice was low, like the scratching of a cat at a door. There was something familiar about it. Morro didn't know why she wasn't ridiculing him.

"I know we're not friends. I know we never will be. But I can promise you that we'll both make it out of here."

Morro was still.

He didn't understand. He wiped away some imagined itch on his face, eyes darting back and forth between Bansha and the ground.

Was she… speaking badly against the Pre-eminent? More importantly, was she trying to comfort him? Bansha? He was so aware of how his breaths passed through him. He was still shaking. He was still not asleep. But maybe… maybe she was right.

If she believed they could get out of here, maybe it was true. An opinion outside of his warped, delusional perception seemed endlessly more plausible.

Morro watched the mist hiss past him, faint wailings of agony echoed through the walls.

And he nodded. He didn't look, but he knew Bansha saw.

Even if he didn't believe it, maybe he could just cling on. Cling on to the promise that he wouldn't be condemned here forever. Maybe, deep down, he needed that reason to keep going.

Morro looked up at Bansha, feeling strangely thankful that he couldn't cry anymore. He stared up at her, where she looked right back at him. And they both understood that they had to survive a little longer.

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[Timeskip, to a revived morro au.]

Morro jolted awake, calming his breathing within seconds. He'd been dreaming, some sort of nightmare. Nothing he could recall.

He was sat on a sofa, the room in complete darkness apart from the stark, flashing lights of the television in front. Its rays seemed to bounce off every corner of the room, back and forth and back and forth. He could barely make out what was even going on.

Morro groaned, and lifted up a hand to block out the light from his eyes. That was when he realised that Lloyd was asleep, leaning his head on Morro.

Morro managed to suppress his instinct to throw the boy off, and instead made himself relax. He wouldn't be the one to wake Lloyd.

How the hell had anybody fallen asleep with this thing on, anyways? Morro grabbed a remote, carefully, and turned it off after mashing a few buttons. The darkness afterwards was so plain that it was relieving. Silence rang in his ears, but he didn't quite mind.

Morro leaned his head back against the sofa, trying to remember what nightmare had been so bad that it had woken him.

Lloyd's breathing was slow, and low. His warmth unsettled Morro.

That position couldn't be comfortable for Lloyd's neck. Morro found himself worrying– no, that was stupid– Morro found himself wondering. Wondering about whether or not Lloyd would appreciate a blanket.

Ah, fuck it. He grabbed one from the opposite side of the sofa, and draped it over Lloyd. Then stilled again.

…Bansha. She'd been there, in his dream. He was almost certain of it.

Morro didn't like to think of Bansha, for obvious reasons. She reminded him too much of far too many bad things, despite the fact that she might've been the only alright thing in the entire Cursed Realm. Sometimes.

He couldn't help himself. Morro found himself thinking back to any times they'd talked. He'd been forgetting things like that recently, and he wanted to preserve her memory. Because despite all that she did, she was the only one who comforted him— wasn't she? Even though he definitely didn't deserve it at the time, the little shit that he'd been, she was the only one who saw past his exterior and cared.

Morro weeped internally for every day that his younger self had spent in that hell. He wished he could've gotten those days back, he wished he could've spent them growing up instead.

He remembered something she'd said, a long, long time ago. She'd promised that they'd both make it out alright, no matter what.

Morro stared into the dark of the room, his mind slow, and wandering. Reminiscent. Melancholy.

Well, look at him now. Falling asleep watching shows with the chosen one he'd sworn to destroy. In a normal living room, with normal furniture around them, warm air in his lungs.

And he knew he was safe here.

It was a bittersweet thought. After all that, her promise had come half true. He'd never really believed it.

Morro wished he knew what had happened to Bansha. He wished he could help her the way that the ninja has eventually saved him. He wished he could repay the favour. It seemed unfair that he was alright, and she was lost.

Maybe that debt would never be repaid. He'd probably never know. But maybe he owed his life now to her, and she'd never even know. That thought made him smile.

And so, comforted by the mere thought of what had been but a scrap of kindness in the dark, Morro closed his eyes.

He slept for every night that he had spent painfully awake, and for every night that those he left behind would miss.

#whoaaaa HEY I MAY BE 5 MINUTES OVERTIME BUT IDC.#ninjago #lego ninjago #morro ninjago #ninjago morro #morro #my writing #ninjago fanfic #ninjago fanfiction #morrotober #morrotober 2023 #oct 3 #NO I. DID NOT BETA READ THIS WE DIE LIKE MORRO !!!#also did anyone catch the short chonny jash reference cough

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spinningwebsandtales · 11 months

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Imagine Taking Care of Drunk Peter

Peter Quill X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Drunk Peter, angst, reader keeps her feelings from Peter

Word Count: 833

(A/N:) I really didn’t think my first Peter Quill imagine was going to do so good so I wrote another! There is no greater joy when my readers really like what I write. Y’all are so amazing and I love being able to do this as it is an escape for me. And it lets me share my interest with so many others! Thank you all for reading, liking, and reblogging. It just keeps me going and I can’t wait to share more stories with you all! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

After Nebula left Peter in his room, she came straight to you asking you to go keep an eye on him. The Guardians knew how much you cared for Peter and though it was a tough request you readily agreed. Your crush on Peter was a topic that no one discussed, especially around Peter. It hurt to hear him talk about his love for Gamora and while you were happy for him to find some happiness in life, it broke your heart. You didn’t ask to feel that deeply for him, but fate could be cruel most of the time. You never wanted Peter to know that he hurt you in anyway, especially now that he was dealing with his loss in an unhealthy way. Slowly making your way to his darkened room, you made sure not to make any noise. Peter snored loudly, snuggled deep in his blankets until you turned him over on his side. While Nebula had good intentions on making him as comfortable as possible, with how drunk Peter is you didn’t want him to choke on his own vomit.

Getting comfortable for a long night, you turned on a lamp that wouldn’t bother Peter while he slept. You opened the book he had bought you awhile ago and began reading until he needed you or you fell asleep. After hours of keeping watch, Peter’s snores began to lull you into slumber and it didn’t take long until you fell asleep as well. It was early the next morning when you heard pained groans coming from the bed by the window. Shoving off the blanket you had found, you were by Peter’s bedside in an instant. He had set up with his feet on the floor but his head was in his hands. You could almost see the pressure in his temples from the hangover that was punishing him now. Quickly getting him some water and pain killers you knelt at his side, gently touching his arm. He jolted finally realizing he wasn’t alone in his room.

“How long have you been here,” he asked after downing the medicine you gave him.

“All night,” you replied going back to the sink to refill the glass. “Nebula was worried about you so she had me stay here to make sure you were alright.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Peter took the offered glass and downed the whole cup in seconds.

You sighed taking the glass and setting it down on the bedside table. “Yes I do Peter. You’re not taking care of yourself and we’re all worried about you.”

“All,” he scoffed.

“Yes Peter,” you huffed starting to get mad, “all of us actually care about you shocking right?”

“Don’t get angry my head is killing me.”

“Cause you won’t stop drinking yourself into a stupor,” you shook him causing Peter to hiss as he felt like his brain was rattling around in his skull. “We all miss Gamora and it sucks that she’s not here but do you think she would want you to treat yourself like this?”

“No.”

His reply was short and you could tell that he didn’t like you trying to peel back the layers he had taken so long to build up. But you couldn’t let him continue on like this and you weren’t about to lose him all over again.

“Please take care of yourself Peter. Gamora would want that for you,” you paused taking a deep breath. “I want that for you. I care a lot for you Peter and I can’t take seeing you hurt like this. I never said anything because of Gamora, but you deserve to know. I’m tired of keeping the lie to myself.”

Peter wordlessly grabbed you and pulled you into his arms. Clearly this had been something you had hidden from him for so long and now that you saw the pain he was dealing with, you felt the need to get rid of yours. He cared for you deeply and never wanted to hurt you in such a way. He felt like a jerk, flaunting his and Gamora’s relationship around and now talking about how much he missed her. You had to watch while he went down in flames and he could never bring himself to forgive himself for making you feel such heart break.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled fighting back tears.

“It’s okay,” you said your voice muffled by his shirt.

“No it’s not,” Peter whispered.

“It’ll get okay Pete,” you pulled away so you could smile up at him. The tears in your eyes causing it to waver but you wouldn’t let the smile drop from your face. “It takes time but it will turn out okay. Just promise me Peter that you’ll take better care of yourself from now on.”

Peter nodded, pulling you back into him. You didn’t fight or argue, just letting yourself live in this moment. Letting the air clear between you both as time would heal all wounds.

#Peter Quill X Reader #Peter Quill / Reader #Peter Quill #Guardians Of the Galaxy #Peter Quill Imagine #GOTG #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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love-kurdt · 2 months

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Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 14

word count: 490

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

September 18, 1988

Dear Will,

I contemplated going back to my last letter and adding “Love,” above the spot where I signed my name, but that would sort of feel disingenuous. Because I did it on purpose. I didn’t sign “Love, Mike” because I thought that if I didn’t sign it, I would be able to… I don’t know, manifest the idea of getting over you. I don’t even believe in manifestation or any of that hippie dippie crap, but I figured I’d at least try all available options. But that, trying to “tone it the fuck down,” obviously didn’t work. I think it actually made me feel worse, because I lied to both you and myself. I think I’ll love you until the day I die, if I’m being totally honest.

Like, seriously, I could barely make it a fucking day without feeling the urge to justify why I didn’t sign a letter to you with “Love,” when I know damn well you’ll never even read these. I’m kind of glad you won’t, because I’m making a huge fool out of myself. I can just hear my dad’s voice: “You’ve turned soft, Michael. Next thing you know, you’ll be wearing pigtails and singing along to Madonna.” As if I don’t do the latter already, hahaha.

I sometimes like to imagine a future with you, which is probably the worst thing for someone who’s trying to move on, but I digress. It helps me escape reality. I can picture us being, like, middle aged, living right on the line dividing a big city and its suburbs. I think about how we would come home from a long day at work, the both of us feeling way too tired to cook dinner, so we’d warm up some frozen egg rolls and call it a day. We’d migrate to the couch after dinner (both of us seated practically on top of each other on the same cushion, of course, because what is personal space, anyway?), and we’d have a few glasses of wine, maybe watch a movie. And when we’d turn in, we’d stand in front of the bathroom mirror together as we brushed our teeth, you’d put in your retainer and I’d take out my contacts, and then you’d pull me into our room by the hand and we’d get into bed and just… be. You’d pull me into your chest and I’d tell you how much I loved you and we’d kiss goodnight. Fuck, am I crying? I’m crying. Just a second. Fuck.

Probably not where you expected this letter to go, given my… lustful track record, but you get the picture. I love you. Forever. I’d spend the rest of my life with you in a heartbeat. Not being in love with you feels impossible. And if you eventually find out and reject me, I’ll be okay with the hurt. I just can’t lose you. Never again.

Love,

Mike

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 6: The Becoming

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1.7k Characters Featured: Dazai Osamu Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, usual Dazai suicide comment warning, lmk if I happened to miss anything please! Tag List: @decaf-nosebleed @isa-ghost @xakumi @bunchofdoodlesinspace A/N: If you want to be added to the tag list, feel free to let me know! We are finally here at the moment we've been wanting for so long.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You awoke in a room that was starting to darken with the evening sky, but part of you was relieved to realize it wasn’t recognizable. On the one hand, you immediately wondered where you were.On the other, however, you began to remember what happened before you slipped into darkness against your will. Your suspicions were confirmed when the bed you lay on resembled one you would see in a hospital. Was that where you were? The thought was quickly dispelled by the presence you missed off to your left side.

“The sleeping beauty finally rises from her slumber,” the honeyed voice makes your head spin towards the source. His chocolate eyes were latched onto you, and the little smirk on his face made you aware of his amusement at your reaction.

“Dazai, was it?” you asked after a moment, your voice laced with exhaustion. “You touched the doll, and everything stopped.”

Dazai gave a hum of approval. “I did! My nullifying ability was able to cancel out Q’s madness that spread across Yokohama thanks to Atsushi’s efforts. I saw you. You tried to keep Atsushi from dying; such selflessness.”

You sat up more in the semi-uncomfortable bed and shrugged your shoulders at his praise. The more you thought about it, you registered that you didn’t give saving Atsushi a second thought. You were willing to risk your life, but maybe that was because you weren’t sure you were initially going to survive the landing. However, it certainly didn’t feel self-sacrificial either.

“I was only doing what I thought was right, and that meant making sure Atsushi gave you that doll. It was the least I could do after he explained what was happening,” you attempted to explain.

“Were you escaping the Guild?” His eyes were watching you with such precision, and you could sense that he was trying to gather any piece of information about you that he could. It was understandable, you reasoned. You were the stranger that was previously with the enemy before you were found.

“I was never truly a part of it like the rest are. I didn’t join out of my own willingness. I’m sure Atsushi has at least told you that.”

Dazai’s smile returned, and it was the only confirmation you needed to know that Atsushi did relay the knowledge to him. “I admit it is part of the reason why we decided to bring you back to the Armed Detective Agency, besides Atsushi insisting on it.”

So that’s where you were.

“In fact, I was even willing to thank the angel that would give her life for our Atsushi’s safety. You could only imagine my surprise when I saw you instead,” he commented with a grin. It only widened when his words made you squint at him. You picked up on the flirty tone after all.

“Is that supposed to be an insult?” you quipped, hiding your surprise at how fast the words came out of your mouth. You knew better than to be rude in fear of being left to fend for yourself. You were here upon the graciousness of Dazai and Atsushi after all.

Dazai’s little giggle kept you from panicking. “No, not at all. Instead, I should be grateful. I don’t think you realize how many in your position would have never risked death and focused on saving themselves instead.”

You crinkled your nose and shook your head in disapproval. “The Guild may have crushed my sense of freedom, but I did not forget my morals and beliefs. Atsushi was willing to risk everything, so I decided I would too. I had nothing else to lose in that moment.” Your gaze caught the way his eyes shifted from studying you to properly seeing you for the first time, and you turned your head away as he spoke next.

“That’s what I thought you would say. Goodness, I may have found someone that may finally agree to a double suicide,” he sighed dreamily.

“I’m sorry, agree to a what—?!” you nearly shrieked.

The disappointment was evident on his face after your question. “Every woman I’ve ever asked has always said no. I thought you would’ve been the one after being so willing to give your own life, especially with such a pretty face.”

The urge to slap Dazai was replaced by confusion for the way your cheeks felt hot at his comment. You decided to hide in the sheets that you held up to your face, hoping you looked disappointed instead of flustered. “You do not ask every woman you encounter. I feel so sorry for them.”

“It is their loss, just like it is yours,” he huffed out and sat back further in the chair that resided by your bedside.

“I’m good, thanks,” you retorted with sarcasm dripping from your words. You showed your face again once you knew the blush from your face was gone, deciding to change the subject before he went on. “How long do I have here?”

Dazai’s eyes slid back over to you. “It would depend on how long you think you are staying.”

Your body squirmed. You got into all this mess trying to find Roberte, and you didn’t know how long it would take to finally locate him. It was never your intention to grace the ADA with your sudden presence, but it was a genuine concern to be left alone with Fitzgerald who would be hunting you down.

“I do not want to burden you. I’m sure the last thing you need is someone else to worry about, at least until I find what I came looking for,” you finally replied.

“And what is it that you are searching for in Yokohama of all places?” His curiosity was back to soaking up information from you.

“My brother had written to me. Roberte said he had found work in the Guild and to come join him, but when I arrived, he was nowhere to be found. That’s when Fitzgerald saw my ability and decided to use me for his purposes. I’m not sure Roberte’s even here at this point,” you explained, your voice more fragile now. “I want to go home, but I have to find him first.”

Dazai was quiet at your words before standing up. Your eyes watched his lanky form draw the curtains around your bed, and it was only then that you noted he had discarded the tan trench coat from earlier. Your heart fluttered as he turned towards you, and you excused it for the rising anxiety.

“Are you too exhausted to show me how your ability works?”

The question made your stomach drop, and Dazai could see how much dread was in your eyes at it. You didn’t give him a chance to reply as you took a shaky breath. “Can I ask why first? I’ve never been able to without repercussions.”

“Atsushi said that you could shapeshift into other people. I want to see how you’re able to do it. It’s something we should understand if we are to help protect you here,” he answered.

You couldn’t argue with his reasoning. Your ability was powerful and had already started to end up in the wrong hands with the Guild. You decided despite your initial discomfort, it would be best to comply.

Your eyes were now staring into his scrutinizing brown ones as you replied. “Can you give me something that has personal meaning or is commonly worn by someone? Nothing of yours, though. I’m afraid as soon as I was able to try, I wouldn’t be able to with how your ability works. It would cancel mine.”

Dazai thought quietly before holding up a finger, signaling for you to wait before stepping out of the curtains and leaving you alone. He shortly returned with something in his hand, and you examined the red sailor collar as it was given to you.

“Give me a moment, please. A new Change is more difficult,” you warned. Your eyes closed as you attempted to focus. Your fingers explored the red fabric, trying to find the connection. It took a few seconds, but you were able to latch onto something. Long, sleek black hair that went down to her hips and dark gray eyes. She was an Agency member despite still being a high school student. You opened your eyes to find Dazai’s interested eyes on you as you finished the shapeshifted appearance.

“Do you know her name?”

You searched through her mind, and with ease found the desired answer. “Naomi?” Your voice startled you, sounding nothing like yours.

“So, you are also able to be convincing once you’re connected to them,” Dazai observed.

“Only if their mind isn’t guarded. There have been people I’ve tried to imitate only to be blocked out of knowing who they are,” you informed.

Dazai was silent for a long moment before speaking again. “You can return back now.”

You sighed in relief as you shifted back to your normal appearance, offering the red collar for him to give back to Naomi. “It works with physical touch, too. It doesn’t just have to be a person’s belongings that make it unique to them.”

“Is it possible to use more than one Change, as you call it?” His hand was on his chin.

“I can have them. They do become harder to maintain in memory if I don’t use them after a certain amount of time, though, and I would have to repeat the same process,” you said.

Dazai hummed, and you determined he was someone who was difficult to read. He always kept an impressive metaphorical mask on his face besides the playful smiles and teasing that you observed earlier. You couldn’t place what he was thinking as he kept his gaze on you. Therefore, it alarmed you when he merely smiled.

“In that case, we’ll discuss everything in the morning. If you need anything, Yosano will be here overnight. I simply wouldn’t want to keep you from recovering,” he cooed as he began to exit. At the last second, he peeked his head past the curtain again. “Make sure to have sweet dreams about me.”

You scowled and raised one of your pillows to hit him with it as a threat before he disappeared with mischievous giggling. You heard the door close and sat the pillow back down once you were alone again. You decided you were going to take up Dazai’s offer and continue to rest, and maybe just once you would have a peaceful night’s sleep while being in the ADA’s safety.

You curled up underneath the covers, not noticing the small little smile on your lips as you succumbed to sleep. You didn’t dream of Dazai, but you were free from nightmares for one night.

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One More Hour Epilogue

Summary: Five years after the Clone Wars, you and Dogma live your best lives.

Pairing: Dogma x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, Unprotected sex between spouses, breeding kink?, oral (f receiving), slight angst in the beginning?, Order 66 for only a second

WC: 1.7K

A/N: Well, it's almost been a year BUT I promised a happy ending didn't I? Poor Dogma <3

TAGLIST FORM │Clone Wars Masterlist

Part 4

Five years after the Clone Wars

“Execute Order 66.” A sinister voice rings through Dogma’s head.

No, Dogma thinks, this isn’t right. This isn’t who he is. He looks up at General Skywalker, who’s eyes seemed darker, but not in color. No, in color, they’re a yellow tint now. The intention in his general’s eyes is dark, like he’s no longer himself. Like he’s something else entirely.

He thinks he’s in the Jedi temple. A place he’s never been, but would know no matter what, the ancient feeling unmistakable.

“General, I don’t understand-” Dogma looks up but he no longer sees his general. He only sees his vod shooting down the Jedi, his own blaster raised.

Out of fear and confusion, he drops his blaster. This isn’t right. This isn’t right. This isn’t-

“Dogma?” Your voice cuts through his thoughts, clear as day.

When Dogma looks up at you, all time seems to slow down. What are you doing here in the temple? Do you not see the dead Jedi around you? Why aren’t you afraid?

“Dogma?” You say again, starting to reach for him.

When he goes to reach for you, Fives and Tup hold him back.

That can’t be right… they’re both gone…

“Let go of me.” Dogma pleads with his vod as he struggles to get out of their grip, his wrists and shoulders both immediately sore.

He watches Jesse raise his blaster to you, in horror.

“Jesse, no! PLEASE!” Dogma cries out, tears running down his face. “CYARE, RUN.”

He watches in horror as Jesse’s blaster fires in your direction.

Dogma wakes with a start, his breathing heavy and ragged. He immediately remembers his dream and looks over at your sleeping form. You’re fine. You’re okay. He’s fine. He’s okay.

When he finally gets his heart rate back down, he lays next to you again, pulling you against him. As if you could sense his anxiety, you pull his hand up to your lips, kissing him softly. He can’t help but smile as he kisses your neck.

You hum softly, stirring more. “You alright?”

“Perfect.” He half lies, burying his face in your neck and breathing you in, immediately feeling soothed.

You wiggle up against him with a mischievous smirk and he groans softly, letting out a breathless chuckle.

“The kids will be up soon.” He murmurs, his voice still low and sleepy as he peppers your neck with kisses.

“I know.” You sigh.

“Guess I better be quick then, hm?” He pulls you over on your back and crushes his lips to yours, his hand sliding across your stomach to grip your hip.

Five years, two kids, one tooka, and a house later, he never imagined he could be so happy, but Dogma wouldn’t give this life up for anything.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as he moves down your body, watching him yank your sleep shorts down as he simultaneously pushes the blankets away from your bodies. The need for him takes over as you spread your legs eagerly for your husband.

“That’s right, cyare. You know just what to do, don’t you?” He grins up at you.

You nod, appreciating the praise, as he places a soft kiss on your thigh, pushing them a little further apart as he takes in the sight of your already wet warmth. The soft needy sigh that leaves your husband’s lips is enough to go straight to your core.

“Dogma, please…” You murmur, not being able to wait any longer.

While your husband had had a nightmare, you’d been having the sweetest dream that involved him and his mouth. It had been a while since you’d had a dream this intense that caused you to wake up, soaked.

“So eager. Already so wet for me.” He finally licks a stripe up your eager warmth and you let out a breathy whimper, the sound going straight to his length, making him grind against the bed.

“Was having a good dream… about you.” You sigh as he teases your folds.

“I can tell.” Dogma pushes your shirt up, revealing your stomach, always loving how soft you are… how soft your skin is…

After your second child, you had become more modest, more uneasy, about being naked around him. He had told you that he found you just as beautiful as you were before your kids, and possibly even more so. With the way that he holds you, touches you, admires you, watches you… you know he was telling the truth.

Pulling your shirt up over your breasts, he groans at the sight of you, splayed out for him. All for him.

He pulls away from your warmth and kisses your bare stomach. “Maker, you’re so fucking beautiful. Have I told you that lately?”

“Only every day.” You grin, running your fingers through his now grown out hair.

“Not enough.” He makes his way to your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth as his fingers find their way to your clit.

The gasp you let out makes his cock twitch against your leg and you reach down, wrapping your hand around it, needing to feel more of him.

“How’d I get so lucky?” He sighs softly as you grind down against his fingers. He notices right away. “Need more, cyar’ika? All you have to do is ask.”

“P-please.” You look up into his lust blown brown eyes.

He kisses you once more before making his way back down your body again, settling between your legs. Without another word, he pushes your thighs up and back, putting your pretty warmth on display for him. The lust for you takes over and his mouth latches to your pussy, unable to hold back his groan as he grips your thighs tightly. The taste of you is enough to make him cum right then and there.

“F-fuck, Dogma.” Your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly, making him hum at the feeling. “Right there, baby.”

He groans again at your directioning, pulling you even closer to his hot mouth. If you weren’t dripping before, you definitely are now as he continues fucking you with his tongue.

It’s something that Dogma never, thankfully, forgot. How to eat you out like a man starved. He was so confident in the way he tasted you, the way he brought you to tears from coming undone above him, nearly bringing you to the Maker itself. “Oh, fuck… baby, right there. P-please.” You plead as the hot feeling pools into your lower half, threatening to snap as you writhe under him.

He smirks to himself, knowing how close you are, before pulling away.

“Dogma…” You look down at him with wide eyes, about to beg him to let you finish, when he hops up on his knees, and pushes into you with no resistance, making both of you groan quietly.

“F-fuck… yes… please.” You wrap your legs around his waist as he starts thrusting into you.

“You need it that bad, huh?” He rambles, his fingers finding your clit again. “Haven’t fucked my pretty little wife in a few days. You need your riduur’s cock, don’t you, cyare?”

It’s almost rhetorical, you can barely get any words out, only pleading and begging for your husband’s cum.

“Gonna fill you up so fucking full.” He promises, falling forward, burying his face in your neck. “Wanna fill you up with my seed.”

“O-oh.” You whimper, clenching around his cock, making his hips stutter slightly.

“Tell me. Tell me you want me to fill you up.” He whispers, his voice low with need and lust.

“Dogma, please.” You wrap your arms around him, sliding your hands up his neck into his hair. “Want you… to fill me up. Need your cum. Please.”

As if that’s all he needed to hear, something inside him snaps. He almost feels bad because he wanted to make you cum first.

“Oh fuck-” You feel him empty himself into you, painting your walls with his hot cum, making you clench around him, wanting him to give you as much of himself as he can.

He pulls one of the pillows down underneath your lower back for support, and for another reason that you’re perfectly fine with, then starts fucking you harder, fucking his cum into you more.

It was how you got pregnant with your second child. The two of you had been talking about trying for a third and now seems as good a time as any.

“Maker, you’re so beautiful…” He praises you, smiling down at you as you feel yourself about to be thrown over your edge any second. “So fucking good for me… taking me so perfectly…”

You whine softly, writhing on his cock and he continues smirking down at you. You’ll never get over how perfectly Dogma fucks you.

“I know, cyare, I know… You’re doing so good. I can feel your cunt pulsing around my cock.” He continues rambling praises as the wet sounds of his cock thrusts relentlessly into you.

You start to get a little loud so Dogma takes his free hand that was just gripping your hip and covers your mouth.

“Shhh pretty girl, gotta be quiet.” He winks and you feel your whole galaxy shatter inside of you as you cum, trying to remain as quiet around his hand as possible.

The shaking around him eventually stops and he collapses over you, kissing your neck, continuing his praises, telling you how good you did, how beautiful he thinks you are, and how much he loves you.

“Shower?” He eventually offers, quietly in your ear.

You nod, sleepily, knowing that you’d eventually have to get the kids up and ready for school.

“You want a bubble bath and then I’ll get the kids ready for school?” He offers.

“Careful, I’ll cum again.” You tease, making him chuckle.

“Alright. Let me draw you a bath, mesh’la and then I’ll start the caf.” He kisses you before getting up.

“Yep. Just came.” You whisper shout to him as he disappears in the fresher.

You can hear his laughter as he starts the bathtub and you sit there thinking you’re somehow even more in love with this man than the day before and even the day before that.

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