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jujitto · 10 months

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. . . . . 깨진 기록 ★ b r o k e n r e c o r d s

♩ ⁺ ┄ p a i r i n g s :: lee heeseung x reader

♩ ⁺ ┄ g e n r e :: angst....that's it

♩ ⁺ ┄ w a r n i n g :: not proofread

♩ ⁺ ┄ w / c :: 2.3k

It was something about the lights, the cheering, and the music that always had him hyped for every performance. He was a rockstar after all. He was all about fame, making money, making music, and especially his fans. But as much as he loved his career as a rockstar, believe there was something he loved more than that.

Lee Heeseung, a rockstar, and yet you knew him as your boyfriend, your Heeseung. You met Heeseung during his concert. It was a night you would never forget, the night you met Lee Heeseung, or as you fondly called him, Heeseung. The atmosphere was electric as you stood in the crowd, surrounded by devoted fans, all eagerly waiting for the show to begin. The lights dimmed, the crowd erupted into cheers, and the stage came alive with a burst of vibrant colors.

As the music filled the air, you found yourself swept up in the energy of the performance. Heeseung's voice echoed through the venue, captivating everyone in attendance. His talent was undeniable, but it was his passion that truly stood out. Every note he sang, every chord he played, it was as if his heart poured into the music.

Amidst the sea of adoring fans, your eyes met Heeseung's on stage, and in that moment, it felt as if time stood still. It was as if he was singing directly to you, his gaze filled with intensity and emotion. The connection was undeniable, and you couldn't tear your eyes away. There was no other way you would have wanted to meet him.

At least that's what you were telling yourself from the start. Now you couldn't even stand to be around him. You loved Heeseung, you did but with everything he had going on it was too much for you. With the constant tours, performances, and not to mention the crazy obsessed fans of his. It felt like some part of you felt broken because of the constant moves, and not getting to see your family as much, everything was just so stressful for you. But you guess it came with dating a rockstar at least that's what you kept telling yourself.

Considering him, and his rockstar life was all you have known for the past three years, and now that it was finally over you didn't know what to do as you knocked upon the familiar door. You couldn't help but wonder if you made the right choice coming back here. You hadn't been here in three almost 4 years so you didn't know what to expect. With a creak, the door opened. The elderly woman held the door with a small smile settling upon her lips at the sight of you.

At that very moment, you couldn't help but break down. Your grandmother took you into her arms, offering you comfort and support. She could feel you trembling against her as you slowly regain your composure. "Grandma, I-" you try to speak through your tears, but you don't get to finish as you begin to break down again.

Your grandmother held you close, rubbing a hand on your back. It had been some time since you last saw her, but it wasn't nearly enough. Her comforting and sweet demeanor brought you right back to when you were just a child and everything was okay. Everything seemed simpler then.

As you finally managed to calm yourself down, your grandmother led you inside and guided you to the familiar living room. It hadn't changed much since the last time you were here. The room was filled with warm memories of family gatherings, laughter, and love. The scent of freshly baked cookies lingered in the air, instantly transporting you back to your childhood.

Sitting down on the cozy couch, you took a deep breath and wiped away the remaining tears. Your grandmother sat beside you, her presence a soothing balm to your troubled heart. She reached for your hand, holding it gently in hers, offering you a comforting touch. Her voice was filled with love and concern as she spoke softly, "I don't expect you to tell me what happened, but just that I will be here for you when you do."

You couldn't help but feel tears well up again. Maybe you weren't expecting her to be as caring as she was considering the way you hadn't had any contact with her in almost 4 years. You had expected her to take you back into her arms or her home for that matter. You felt like a bad granddaughter. You looked into your grandmother's eyes, filled guilt. "I'm sorry, Grandma," you choked out, your voice wavering. "I should have reached out sooner. I should have just stayed."

Your grandmother's gaze softened, and she squeezed your hand gently. "Oh, my dear, there is no need for apologies. Life takes us on unexpected journeys, and sometimes we lose our way. But you are here now, and that's what matters."

Her words of understanding and acceptance warmed your heart, but the guilt still lingered within you. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain everything that had happened in the past few years.

"Grandma, it's just... everything became so overwhelming," you began, tears threatening to resurface. "Heeseung's life as a rockstar, the constant tours, the craziness of it all. I tried my best to support him and be there for him, but I felt like I was losing myself in the process. And so I had to leave, I just left without without much of an explanation. I didn't want to burden him with my own struggles."

Your grandmother listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy. She gave your hand a gentle squeeze, encouraging you to continue.

"But the truth is," you continued, "I couldn't handle the constant uncertainty and the lack of stability in our relationship. But that wasn't the biggest reason why I left," You paused standing from your seat and pacing around the room as you collected your thoughts.

"The biggest reason was that I was afraid," you admitted, your voice trembling. "I was afraid of everything. I was afraid of becoming nothing more than a burden for both myself and him. It made me regret not leaving sooner when I realized that my dreams would never be fulfilled if I kept following him. Grandma, I love him. I really do but I have been feeling like this for way too long to let it continue. Some part of me wishes that I would've told him instead of just leaving. He didn't deserve that."

Your grandmother listened intently, her eyes filled with understanding and compassion. She reached out a hand to you, gesturing for you to come and sit beside her on the couch again. As you settled back down, she spoke in a gentle tone.

"My dear, it's understandable that you had these fears and uncertainties," your grandmother said softly, her hand resting on your shoulder for comfort. "Relationships can be challenging, especially when both partners have such different paths in life. It's okay to feel overwhelmed and to prioritize your own well-being. You should never feel guilty for taking care of yourself. But maybe you should reach out to him and tell him how you feel."

You nodded, taking in your grandmother's words. Deep down, you knew she was right. Keeping your feelings bottled up and leaving without an explanation wasn't fair to Heeseung or yourself. You needed closure, and he deserved to hear the truth. That night as you settled into your childhood room you couldn't help but let your eyes linger on the familiar surroundings. The room was filled with memories from your past, reminders of the person you used to be before your life took unexpected turns. The posters of your favorite bands still adorned the walls, and the shelves held cherished trinkets and mementos.

Not to forget the bear Heeseung had won for you at a carnival when you were dating. You picked it up, feeling its soft fur between your fingers, and memories of that day flooded back. It had been a simple yet perfect moment, just the two of you, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

As you clutched the bear close to your chest, you couldn't help but wonder how everything had changed since then. Life had taken you on a rollercoaster of emotions, and now, you were faced with a decision that could alter the course of your future.

Taking a deep breath, you reached for your phone and dialed Heeseung's number. You could only hope he wasn't busy. Last you heard he was flying back to South Korea to visit his family. As you waited for him to pick up, your heart raced with anticipation and nervousness. After a few rings, he finally answered, his voice slightly tired and filled with concern. Something you should've expected.

"It's been weeks Y/N? Why am I now getting a call? Did you think.....I didn't deserve to know where you went? I...I thought this relationship was important to you. You never thought to let me know how you were feeling, your struggles, nothing. Instead, you just left. Left me without a clue to know where you went."

Your heart sank with guilt as you listened to Heeseung's tone, filled with hurt and disbelief. He had every right to be upset. You had left without much of an explanation, and you could hear the pain in his voice. But what about your pain? Everything you left behind to go with him. Your family, your dreams, everything you had to push aside because of his dreams. Maybe you were too blinded by love to see just how much you sacrificed only to get called a burden by his fans, constant sleepless nights, getting stressed, and the last four months of questioning if a relationship was truly even meant to be.

"What about me, Heeseung?" you finally spoke, your voice filled with a mix of pain and frustration. "I know I made a mistake by leaving without a proper explanation, and I'm sorry for that. But do you have any idea what I went through during those years? The constant tours, the crazy fans, the sacrifices I had to make for your career?"

Heeseung sighed heavily on the other end of the line, his voice softening slightly. "Y/N, I never meant for you to feel like a burden. I know it wasn't easy for you, and I should have been more attentive to your needs. But please understand that my career was demanding, and it often consumed me. I didn't realize the toll it was taking on our relationship until it was too late."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words. The pain of the past resurfaced, but you were determined to express your feelings and make him understand. "Everything that I seemed to do only accumulated to nothing. Everything I have sacrificed was because I did it out of love for you. But now it seems that my love has brought nothing but pain and being a burden," You paused taking a breath before continuing.

Some part of me knows I should've left sooner but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. And maybe that's where I messed up. Heeseung, I will always love you just not the way I used to." Your voice trembled as you spoke, your words filled with a mixture of sadness and regret.

Heeseung fell silent on the other end of the line, processing your words. The weight of your emotions hung heavy in the air, and you could almost hear his heart breaking through the phone. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke, his voice choked with emotion.

"I... I don't know what to say, Y/N," he whispered, his voice trembling. "I never wanted to bring you pain or make you feel like a burden. I thought we could conquer anything together, but I see now how blind I was to the toll it took on you."

His admission struck a chord within you, stirring a mixture of sadness and relief. It was painful to hear him acknowledge the impact his career had on your relationship, but at the same time, it validated your feelings. You had been longing for him to understand the sacrifices you had made, and now he was finally seeing it.

"I wish I could go back and change things," Heeseung continued, his voice filled with remorse. "I wish I had realized sooner how much I was losing sight of what truly mattered. You were my rock, Y/N, and I let you slip away."

Tears streamed down your face as you listened to his heartfelt words. There was a part of you that still loved him, that still yearned for the connection you once had. But you knew deep down that the decision you had made was necessary for your own well-being.

"I don't blame you, Heeseung," you replied, your voice laced with a mix of sadness and resolution. "We both made mistakes, and we both have to live with the consequences. But I can't keep living in a relationship where I feel like I'm drowning. We need to find our own paths now."

There was a long pause, and then Heeseung spoke again, his voice filled with a mixture of acceptance and pain. "I understand, Y/N. And as much as it hurts, I want you to be happy. You deserve to find your own happiness, even if it means we're not together."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of closure wash over you. It wasn't the ending you had envisioned for your relationship, but it was the one that felt right in your heart.

"Thank you, Heeseung," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you for understanding, and thank you for the memories we shared. I'll always cherish them."

As you hung up the phone, a mixture of emotions swirled within you. As you sat on your bed clutching the bear tight to your chest, you couldn't help but let the tears fall. There was that feeling. The feeling of no longer feeling like a broken record.

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glasskey · 7 months

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Lawrence & June's Mix tape Vol. 1

With the end of season 2 came the introduction of one of our favorites: the cynical and witty architect of Gilead, Commander Lawrence. Whenever a quick quip is needed, Lawrence never fails to deliver and coupled with the patented Osborne eye roll, it’s a comedy duo not to be missed. Today we've got some essential Lawrence and June tracks from Season 3.

Spunky

“Are you insane? You didn’t get in the truck” Lawrence seems bewildered and mildly inconvenienced when he comes back for June at the start of season 3. “Thoughts?” asks Lawrence scolding her for being so reckless, back at the Waterford’s Nick echoes Lawrence's sentiment, asking “What is wrong with you?” With that, it’s easy to see how Lawrence and Nick align so perfectly in later seasons.

June is an enigma to both of these men, she seems determined to meet her own end, those who help her often end up dead, and yet she’s wildly successful at conjuring their service and devotion. June state’s she CAN’T leave without Hannah, Lawrence argues she CAN, forcing her to admit that she WON’T. This won’t be the last time we see this debate occur, Lawrence and June seem to constantly explore and discuss themes of individuality and freedom of choice in the face of societal good and human decency. But as Lawrence himself admits, Gilead overlooked the element of maternal love in its conception, undermining his argument about June’s ability to choose. June’s barely met Lawrence and yet she’s fearless, he’s obviously influential enough to get someone out, morally malleable, and she now has him over a barrel.

As one of the most powerful men in Gilead Lawrence is expected to be an ardent believer in their theocracy and yet he’s just arranged the smuggling out of not only a handmaid but a child, the most valuable of their commodities. It’s an opportunity not to be missed to retrieve Hannah, but when June threatens Lawrence with the noose, he’s more intrigued than fearful. “Spunky” Lawrence mocks her, she’s obviously unhinged and despite Gilead’s rigorous disciplinary tactics she remains defiant. Has he finally met a worthy adversary? Someone decent to spar with in this boring AF hell hole? Or maybe even someone who can help tear down the horror show he thoughtlessly constructed? This scene sets the tone for the progression of June and Lawrence’s relationship throughout season 3 and beyond. When all is said and done, despite Lawrence’s bravado, he will do exactly what he’s told

The Descent of Man

Frustratingly for all who dwell in his house, Lawrence is the world’s best lie detector, his observations of those around him are surgically accurate to say the least. As an indication of how frighteningly perceptive Lawrence actually is, it takes him all of 3 seconds to clock the connection between Nick and June.

The Martha’s are constantly trying to slip one past him with absolutely no success whatsoever, but ironically there seems little need to lie; Lawrence himself encourages and in some cases demands that many of Gilead’s rules are either flaunted or broken under his roof. Aunt Lydia seems to be a bit sus on the whole ceremony thing, but Lawrence assures her that all is ship shape, and who is she to question a man of such power? June is hardly through the door and already she’s picking out a favorite plotting corner, she’s no idiot, she plans to stay alive and that means staying ahead. Lawrence seems happy for the Martha’s to conspire for their rebel operations in his household as long as it never actually makes its way to his doorstep.

June’s a wee bit overzealous about her newfound freedom, demanding she be included in the resident rebel activities, resulting in a dead Martha in the flower bed. She’s made the fatal error of insufficiently assessing her home ground, acting without proper forethought and not surprisingly Lawrence decides to put her back in her place. In a crowded room of Commanders he initially points out that June was an educated woman who edited books pre Gilead. Lawrence then demands she fetch him a copy of The Descent of Man and kneel at his feet, thereby illustrating how she has now been utterly reduced to their mere tool.

By first making a point of demonstrating June has the knowledge to give an educated opinion, and then assuming her answer to his question, he insinuates her thoughts are valueless. Lawrence tops it all off with a patronizing “good job” and sends her on her way, their laughter echoing behind her. You can see the bile rising in her throat and her hatred boil, but while the act itself is humiliating and degrading, with this single display Lawrence convinces a room full of Commanders to save the lives of other women. His point is devastatingly clear: these men can crush you, learn your place or others may die. This scene demonstrates how precarious the lives of women are in Gilead, their chances for survival reduced to whether or not they can be “fun”. While Lawrence may subscribe to the greater good philosophy, June has no intention of living under an oppressive regime that robs her and others of their dignity. By the end of season 3, Lawrence will have to learn some hard lessons of his own about power and sacrifice.

Transactional

“You seem like you’d be good at making friends, influencing people, good at intimacy” Lawrence taunts, he’s just caught June buttering Fred up and gazing adoringly at Nick, it’s pointless trying to sneak anything past him.

He scoffs at June’s attempt at her usual shenanigans, which had proved so effective with Fred, demanding she stop lying and outwit him honestly. It’s genuinely uncomfortable watching June’s attempt to unbalance Lawrence this way, his intelligence dooms any chance of success from the very beginning. June also never anticipated that Lawrence would actually love his wife, and unlike Fred, finds the idea of infidelity extremely unpalatable. It’s clear from his rant that he knows quite a bit about June and her dealings, she’s earnt herself a considerable reputation and Lawrence is intrigued as to just how she managed to reduce the Waterford’s to literal ash.

To be honest he’s not particularly impressed so far, accusing her of being “transactional” concluding that she relied solely on her feminine wiles to get what she wanted. June’s retort “men become easily distracted” articulates that male power structures are easily disassembled by the presence or absence of mere validation and approval. Lawrence’s Gilead logic concludes that June is a woman who had no worth until his new world gave it to her and she should be grateful. June believes her value is inherent and being the man who created this horrifying existence is far worse than being useless. Lawrence is determined to demonstrate to June the sacrifices that are made for a greater good and that achieving this is a thankless job.

It’s at this point that we get a glimpse of the terrifying reality Lawrence has created for himself, driving June out to the cages and demanding she chose 5 women to be Martha’s while the rest be sent off for slaughter. Their value is determined by everything contained in one file and it begs the question, how useful would June look on paper? What intrinsic purpose does she have in this world if not as a Handmaid? Would she survive her own selection?

Before I get into volume 2 of June and Lawrence or start up my Nick and Lawrence Mix, I’ll be back with the Nick and June Mix tape volume 2.

#june osborne #hulu streaming #max minghella #nick blaine #osblaine #june x nick #nick x june #elisabeth moss #bradley whitford #commander lawrence #THTplaylists&mixtapes #bruce miller #handmaid's on hulu #the handmaid's tale #handmaid's tale #hulu tv #tv series

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As someone who never watched bones, the bones blueprint???

What is the Bones blueprint? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU. So Bones is the show with one of, if not THE hetero slow burn ship of classic Fox procedural shows in the mid-2000s-early 2010s. (Pretty much every main network had at least one major procedural slow burn at a time. Fox had X-files, then Bones. ABC had Castle. CBS had NCIS and The Mentalist…you get it). So, let me set the stage with our characters:

Seeley Booth, played by David Boreanaz. Booth is an FBI Agent and former Army Ranger (with a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart and a certain amount of PTSD that he doesn’t like to discuss). Catholic. Complicated relationship with his family. More than a little repressed. Definitely needs therapy (and gets it eventually—at first when he’s required to go, and voluntarily in later seasons). Good at and devoted to his job. Single Dad who feels like he missed out on a lot of the early years of his son’s life and worries about being a good father (he asked his ex to marry him when she got pregnant, but she turned him down even though she loved him—at least early on in the series even though they aren’t together it’s discussed that they have a tendency to fall into bed not infrequently) [I swear I’m not making this up]. Anyway, you get the picture.

And behind Curtain No. 2, we have:

Temperance Brennan (Bones), played by Emily Deschanel. Brennan is a forensic anthropologist. Super smart, super scientific, doesn’t have great social skills, but definitely has the whole “perceived as cold but actually feels things very deeply” thing going on. Tragic backstory. She’s also a novelist.

So! Booth and Brennan. They work together, they’re partners, they solve murders. And, naturally, they have the whole opposites thing that works for them—she’s very book smart, he’s very street smart, she believes in facts and science and logic, he believes in intuition and gut feelings and faith, etc. etc. As is often the case with the aesthetic of the crime procedural slowburn ship, they start out sort of reluctantly working together, but eventually develop a real partnership built on trust and friendship (and love!).

Early on, she has some things in her past with her family that she asks for his help investigating so that she can get answers. There’s also a time in the second season where Brennan gets kidnapped by a serial killer and buried alive while Booth is stuck trying to find her, which in addition to still being just An Episode(™) remains one of the great, classic, early-in-the-slowburn “I almost lost you and it made me feel Some Kinda Way, but no no we’re just friends really, nothing to see here” defining arcs, especially since Brennan starts dating someone not too long after. The same serial killer returns in season four and snatches Booth that time, and then it’s Brennan’s turn to find him (with the help of Booth’s younger brother). Anyway, classic slow burn—there’s a lot of Implication that you could read into if you wanted throughout the first several seasons, but not necessarily super concrete (although they get caught under the mistletoe once), and there are several rounds of saving each other in various ways as over the years they just become closer and closer until they’re Partners(™) in every way (even when they’re dating other people).

What’s making me yell and scream today though, is: the S4 finale and S5. In the S4 finale, Booth is in a coma after having brain surgery. He has a wild coma dream where he and Brennan are married and they run a nightclub, but there still ends up being a murder—ANYWAY, irl Brennan basically spends the whole time he’s in a coma at his bedside, but then he wakes up and he has no memory of who she is. Pivot to S5, Booth remembers her again, and also feels like he might have romantic feelings for her, but (in part because of some third party commentary) questions whether they’re real or just a side-effect of the surgery. He sort of tells her anyway, but flubs it massively. Later in the season, we get Booth’s son being concerned that his dad doesn’t have a girlfriend, both Booth and Brennan separately getting relationship advice from third parties, and Brennan getting asked out by a new guy. And then! The 100th episode.

The 100th episode, which reveals the start of the series wasn’t their first case, they worked together once before and kissed and almost slept together, but hadn’t ended up going all the way. And after they’re done telling their story, Booth finally stops and kisses her and gets to give his big damn love confession, lays it all on the line, tells her he’s always known she was the one and wants to really try…and she freaks out and cries and turns him down, and he accepts it but says he has to move on. And then they both date other people before fully running away from each other for many months (Brennan on an anthropological dig, Booth back to Afghanistan for the military). (And then, when they come back, she’s ready to put on her big girl pants and give it a shot, except that he went and got a girlfriend who he seems happy with so we all get to suffer through a season of angst and pining while he proposes to someone who isn’t Brennan etc while everyone else is like “you’re still in love with her though” but they do sleep together by the end of S6 and ultimately get married and have two more kids (not in that order)).

So, yeah—the blueprint! Making me especially crazy because here we are with Buddie on a Fox procedural, 4 seasons since they really started trying it seems to make Buddie something potentially real, and Buck is heading into a coma where he's about to hallucinate another life, and the 100th episode is coming up near the beginning of next season (and I really hope Fox learned from Bones that there's such a thing as dragging out the slow burn too much and just lets them be happy after the big damn feelings reveal but XD).

#chapel talks #chenfordsblog #me: I've connected the dots #everyone: /backing away slowly

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argisthebulwark · 1 year

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Do you think Cicero asks the night mother for permission to woo/date/marry the listener? Like, clearly the listener doesn't need to ask permission to woo/date/marry anybody, inside the brotherhood or out, since they're, you know, the fucking listener, but do you think that as both the just the keeper & the guy technically at the very bottom of the totem pole Cicero feels like he's gotta "ask mom" first just to make sure she's ok with it? And yea he knows she won't answer him, so do you think he starts asking the listener little things like "Sooooooo........did the night mother mention me at all?" like, not outright telling them he asked but hoping the night mother did at least drop it into a convo with his dear, sweet listener? (I dunno if this makes any sense at all, but I think it's super cute to imagine)

I would absolutely love if he did this. After he spent so many years desperately talking to the Night Mother wishing she would speak to him or even help him find a new Listener. When he's finally found his Listener he stops speaking to the Night Mother, content with the knowledge that she speaks solely to the Listener and he is merely the Keeper. He found them without her help and for a long while feels that he has no questions left for her.

He hadn't anticipated his feelings for the Listener to be more than camaraderie. Cicero hadn't planned on his heart fluttering every time they smile at him or the nervous way his hands shake in their presence. Checking once more that they're alone he turns to the Night Mother, oils and flowers tucked safely away after completing his duties.

"Sweet matron, I know now that you will never speak to poor Cicero." He hesitates, unsure if she even listens to him. "Your Listener is so well chosen, Night Mother. You chose them so well! So well that humble Cicero feels, hm." Gathering his courage, Cicero faces the Night Mother. "Would you strike down your loyal Keeper for daring to woo the Listener? For wanting to romance them?"

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Cicero leaves the chamber unscathed and with a bounce in his step, sure that his ability to leave the room alive meant the Night Mother approved of his feelings. Every time he completes his rituals to maintain the Night Mother he finds himself humming or filling her in on how well his relationship with the Listener is going, reassuring her that his love for them will never interfere with his duties. Cicero will always remain loyal.

With his face flushed and lips a tad swollen from kissing his Listener, Cicero gazes at them. He's still unsure how he earned their affection but is willing to do anything to remain by their side. He feels his Listener take his hand, a smile in their voice when they trace constellations across the sky for him.

"Do you and the Night Mother speak?" Cicero asks, surprised by suddenly voicing the question that's been eating at him for quite a while.

"Of course. That's how I keep my job."

"Do you speak of things other than contracts?" Cicero blushes with sudden self consciousness upon feeling his Listener's curious gaze turn to him. "Does she ever mention the Keeper?"

"She told me of you asking for permission to woo me." His Listener giggles and Cicero felt his heart melting. She hadn't answered him directly but she approved of his love for the Listener. "My sweet Cicero, I love you so dearly."

He is content for a long while. He loves his Listener more with each day that passes and slowly becomes accustomed to being loved in return. His Listener flinging themself into his arms after completing a difficult contract and staying up with him on nights when sleep is out of the question. He wishes to show his Listener how deeply devoted to them he is and finds himself once again standing in front of the iron coffin.

"I must come to you for permission once again, sweet mother." Cicero begins, voice hushed. The Dawnstar Sanctuary is less private than the chamber in Falkreath but his question is just as important. "Thank you for approving of humble Cicero's love for the Listener, dear mother. Thank you for choosing them. If you'll allow, please let loyal Cicero make one more request."

"Are you asking the Night Mother's permission to romance someone else?" His Listener's voice interrupts the speech Cicero had been planning since breakfast. He cringes, face bright red and unwilling to look at them. How can he explain without spoiling the surprise?

"Never, my Listener."

"Then ask away, I'll let you know if she answers."

"Night Mother." Cicero continues, sweaty fingers clasping the ring he'd picked so carefully. "What would you say if loyal Cicero offered his hand in marriage to the Listener?"

Their silence is painful. Cicero waits impatiently for his Listener to say anything but the moment stretches far too long. He doesn't hear their approach but suddenly there's a hand on his, curious eyes peeking at the ring.

"Well?" He chokes out, desperate for an answer. His Listener grins up at him, full of mischief as always.

"I say yes." Cicero's world is flipped upside down when his Listener plucks the ring from his grasp, sliding it easily onto their finger. "I say that I accept loyal Cicero's hand in marriage."

#cicero skyrim #asks #writing #beloved mutuals #tesblr

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deepspacedukat · 9 months

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Ruination

Blah blah blah, busy days, you’ve all heard this a billion times from me. Very sorry, love you all, and I hope that the level of filth in this fic will make up for how late it is. 💖 And yes, I know I have a ton of asks and things to reply to. I am getting to those. Plz don’t hate me.

Day 22: Felching

SoC prompt list here. SoC Masterlist here. Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Valdore (ST:ENT) x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Interspecies sex, Human/Romulan sex, unprotected sex, felching, oral sex (female receiving), face-sitting, everything is consensual.

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Saved from the burning wreckage of an Earth vessel, tossed into an interrogation room, and just barely allowed the privilege of remaining alive, Admiral Valdore couldn’t help but admire her courage. Outside of the skirmish that damaged her ship and killed the rest of her crewmates, he was quite certain that she had never seen a Romulan before they’d snatched her from the jaws of death, but she never once flinched. She was clearly afraid, but she showed no sign of giving in.

Her people thought she was dead, of course. His spies had been monitoring transmissions long enough to know that there had even been a memorial service for the poor souls who’d been aboard her ship. ‘A doomed battle, courageously fought, which sadly left no survivors’ - that was how the Humans had described the vessel’s destruction.

That was, perhaps, a small mercy for the people of Earth. If they knew that the Romulans had occasionally picked up Humans for study or interrogation, they likely would have been more cautious in their maneuvers. However, never had they done so openly, and never before had they allowed their subjects to survive without being experimented on in some manner. The final say about her fate had been given to Admiral Valdore as he’d been the one to capture her in the first place.

Now, two years later, Valdore grabbed his lover’s thighs, dragging her hips to the edge of their bed as he thrust inside her. The desperate cry of his name that issued from her throat made him growl in pleasure. After all the nights they’d spent together and all the secrets they’d shared under cover of darkness, she still made the most sensual noises for him. It was almost as if their people had never been enemies to begin with.

Never in all his days had the Admiral been intimate with someone who tugged at his heart - and his loins - the way that his little ex-Starfleet officer did. What had he done to deserve such a devoted lover?

Once he’d seen how terrified she was - and how beautiful - he couldn’t simply allow her to be executed. After the interrogation, he’d entered her cell and given her a choice: she could continue to be docile and cooperative or he could give her to the Tal Shiar. Even in the face of his intimidating stature and high rank, Valdore could see her steeling herself and attempting to prove that even though afraid, she would not falter.

And she hadn’t. She’d asked what being docile and cooperative entailed, and he explained with a small smile across his lips that at that moment, it meant she would not fight them...would not attempt to escape.

He could still remember the way she raised an elegant eyebrow and spoke with such an odd mix of defeated, dry humor, and seriousness.

“Admiral, given that your people are physically much stronger than me, I highly doubt I’d get more than a few feet. I’ve cooperated, so far. Have I given you any reason to believe that I would change that behavior any time soon?”

She hadn’t, of course. Just because she didn’t have any of the information he sought didn’t mean he would start behaving monstrously. He’d given the Romulan government notice that the prisoner was under his watchful eye and installed her in a small set of quarters aboard his ship. There was nowhere safer on all of Romulus for her. He kept her under guard at all times, and slowly, over the course of a year and dozens of dangerous missions, he came to know her as more than just a captive.

“Jol-ao au,” she whimpered, and that sent Valdore over the edge. His fingers held onto her more tightly, ensuring that when his lok twitched and spurted his pleasure, he did so deep within her. The shout he let out could easily have been mistaken for pain, but she’d heard it so often that he knew she’d understand.

She had to know what she did to him after spending such a long time together.

Valdore was not naïve. He knew there was a chance that she was simply doing what she believed would keep her alive long enough to give her a window of opportunity in which to escape. He was acutely aware of that possibility, and every time he pondered it, he felt sick to his stomach.

But there was something in her eyes that made him believe that perhaps she really had fallen in love with him just as he had with her. Maybe there was a chance, however slim, that his foolish emotions weren’t as unrequited as he’d originally thought they were.

“Jol-ao au, e’lev,” the Admiral murmured as her pretty little hands skimmed down his abdomen.

It wasn’t intentional, this gradual reduction in his defenses. He hadn’t meant to befriend her...or fall for her, for that matter, but as he’d shared a story with her over dinner a little over a month after the anniversary of her residence on his vessel, he found that he couldn’t deny it any longer. She laughed - a rare, but beautiful sight - and the inescapable truth of his emotions planted itself firmly within his chest. Admiral Valdore, one of the most respected and esteemed military personnel in the entire Romulan Empire, had lost his objectivity and his heart to a Human.

The evening seemed to somehow pass both faster and slower than he wanted once that revelation had settled itself in his mind. What was he supposed to do now? The wise course would be to ignore his feelings. They were inappropriate given the circumstances and the political ramifications. Throwing them aside was the smartest thing to do.

And yet, as she stood and walked him to her door like she always did after sharing an evening together, something felt different. Her gaze was gentler than he remembered. Her demeanor was so much more relaxed than it usually was.

Or was he imagining things? He couldn’t trust his own judgment regarding his little Human guest anymore. He could be imagining all of this as a product of his own wishful thinking.

“Admiral? Are you alright?” She asked before he could even think of opening the door. For the first time in years, he had been rendered speechless.

He’d taken a horrible chance that night. Stepping into her space, Valdore grasped her hands and kissed her.

The gush of their combined fluids wetted his lips as he pulled her to sit atop his jaw. Large, strong hands kept her hips in place as he drank from her like a finely-made crystal goblet. Her delicate little fingers tugged at his hair, Valdore couldn’t stop himself from smiling against her most sensitive area.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Her voice sounded shaky and breathless, just the way Valdore liked it.

He wouldn’t deny it. He couldn’t. Romulans valued honesty, after all, and nobody deserved the truth more than she did. With a hungry hum against her clit, the Admiral resolved to keep her squirming above him until she lost her voice. Perhaps that would prove to her how much he enjoyed this.

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Finally getting around to watching CM:E

Thoughts thus far:

Rossi is sad and I remain pissed that they killed Krystal for no reason

Grey!Em is still my favorite thing

Happy to hear some swearing, the original show needed more of it

Let Rossi say fuck 2k24

“Remote Garcias” “we’re not gonna learn their names” lol Luke stays savage

“Anglophile baking club” oh come on Garcia. We all saw how shockingly queer everyone at that party is. It’s a kiki, plain and simple

Weren’t Luke and Garcia going to go on a date? Oh it’s been three years

“Take your carbs and exit sir” I love Garcia so much

“Hoo-ha” lol, burn Goop to the ground

“Korean drama” it’s a BTS anti unsub

Garcia straight up flapping I love her so much

Damn the writers for this Krystal flashback

Emily is gonna eat this Deputy Director alive

Oh thank fuck at least the rest of Dave’s family is alive

The Galvez cheek kiss *eeeee*

That little head kiss, Rossi’s such a dad/grandad

Damn Sicarius how do you have the time to dig all these holes?

Hahahahahaha I picked up on Tara and Rebecca at the same time as Emily

Waha Tara being openly queer!!!

Paget is like a proud mama that someone in the BAU finally gets to be queer

Dang this cashier girl is like literally saying exactly what I do at work

“My floof” I relate to this girl so hard

“Jagoff!” “Fuckhead!” Get his ass Rossi

Damn this therapy talk is so accurate go Garcia

Garcia and Rossi’s friendship is my Roman Empire

Man I can’t believe Sicarius actually thought that he could control obsessional killers. Dude, they aren’t going to listen to you

Sicarius you anti-retail asshole. I will dream of smashing you in the head with an axe from the hardware store where I work

Emily and Dave walking together both with grey hair look so cool now

“Is everyone but me getting laid?” “I’m not” lol ngl I appreciate the increased sexual humor

That’s my girl Garcia! I hate what it’s gonna do to your mental health to be back but I’m happy to see you

Dude if you’re gonna be a criminal psychopath with these amazing computer skills, how are you not at least making money off of it? Like, there is zero reason for you to be poor. Normally I wouldn’t say that about anyone but dude, are you seriously providing these kill kits for free?

Wait a sec he actually /took/ the dog? He didn’t just kill it? Dickhead!

“This fucking guy” yeah Rossi, read my mind about most unsubs on this show

Rebecca and Tara’s height difference is kind of killing me in this elevator scene they’re so cute

Garcia are you wearing Rocky Horror earrings? Love that

Haha fine furry friends returns

Dang y’all is Rossi the only one allowed to say fuck? It makes him sound like a teenager that just learned all the swear words. Let Garcia say fuck 2k24

I can’t believe that it’s an actual plot line that COVID prevented serial killers from killing so they had to change it up and go online. I’m sure the writers thought it sounded cool but it just sounds silly. What, did Sicarius’ first kill kits also include PPE?

Also why are these guys so willing to kill themselves for Sicarius? They seem like devoted to the cause and frankly, so many of these guys are narcissists and we’ve just seen one defy Sicarius, why are they listening to him? Seriously? No matter what he has on them, why would they consider it more important to follow his orders than their compulsions?

“You two-faced little jerk” yeah I hope he heard that

Soon we’re gonna be seeing Emily’s daydreams about killing people, not just Sicarius’.

Seriously, the idea of Sicarius having money problems is so dumb to me. He’s been shown to have immense resources and technological capability as well as ample time to use them. There is no reason why he should be financially unstable. I get that stuff like private school is expensive but dude, DUDE, you’re running a network of serial killers! It’s not THAT expensive! I feel like this whole plot point is set up to humanize him to a degree and it isn’t working well.

God whatever props guy worked on these posts for the fake forum Sicarius is using had fun. There’s a user named George_Jungle_fkr whose post consists of “I have a waifu, too!!! She lives in the jungle. I fuck in the jungle. I kill in the jungle.” With a profile picture of George of the Jungle. No shit. Pause on that screen, it’s wild. User GetHungry1893 with a post about not judging people and a profile pic of a man with bloody hands sucking on a bone. User NotSoFast with a drag racing car profile pic and with a post titled “I’m getting more guns!” That then goes on to use the phrase “waifu” and *wink wink*. User Tiredoftheblood101 with a bloodspot clipart profile pic and use of the term “OP”, asking about how to kill his MOM (capitalization his). Also in the background a user named Anonymous1232 with the anonymous logo as their profile pic.

Wait Sicarius actually has a real job? He wasn’t just bullshitting about it so he could travel all over the country? What, is running this serial killer network like a side hustle for him? Wait wait wait and he’s going on business trips that the company is actually sending him on? Like he’s following their directives? And driving a company car? This is insane. If they’re gonna characterize Sicarius the way they have been, none of this makes sense. Side note: the guy playing Sicarius is actually a good actor and after some of the previous disappointments (Scratch and the Chameleon) it’s nice to see.

This DEI discussion between Sicarius’ daughter and the redneck neighbor was not something I expected to see in Criminal Minds.

“You fucking beta cuck” yeah pretty much what I’d expect from a guy like this. But also, hysterical to hear incel language being used in real life. Damn man, you just called his daughter a bitch? He’s gonna flay you alive! I wouldn’t provoke anyone like that, even without knowing they’re the head of a serial killer network. Anyone can snap you dumbass.

“Somebody should do something about that guy.” Oh of course she says this to the serial killer. Good lord. “I’m glad you’re not that somebody.” Oh honey yes he is lol. Or he’ll send someone from the network to do it.

Ha I just realized that I carried a case exactly like the kill kit cases when I worked for the Red Cross. Contained equally suspicious things (needles, gauze, etc), if you didn’t know what company I was working for lol.

“Those who bankrolled you” then why is he having money problems god this is so dumb! “I’m not putting a gun to my head” yeah I predicted this would happen.

More hysterical users on Sicarius’ platform: User NotSoFast at it again “I miss my family. Bad aim” User Ript4u, with a muscular torso pic talking about the fruitlessness of love, calling people lemmings, “simps,” “bitchboy,” “I will dominate,” and the delightful paragraph “These bitches think they’re got it all figured out. Walking on a cloud of happy thoughts and unicorn farts.”

Haha Garcia said fan fiction! We made it to the mainstream lol.

“Honey let it go” woman he called your daughter a bitch! I’d punch him for that!

Damn Tara you’re gonna get your gf fired

“Typical bureaucratic bullshit” yes YES the old man is out! Rossi ur a king

Is Sicarius really there in person! That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Oh wow he is what a dumbass! And so close to the bomb zone too! Did you want to get blown up too?!

Yeah bringing in domestic terror was a mistake.

“Excellent. I never wanted it in the first place” also kind of misogynistic to turn to Rossi after Emily rejected you.

“Wank-weasel” Garcia ur my spirit animal

“You’re a hedge fund manager with a badge. You have never done anything” get his ass Emily! I guess after Barnes the BAU has completely lost their patience for bureaucratic dickheads

“I just wanted you to hold my hand” they are soft gfs and I love them

About time one of the unsubs turned on Sicarius

Screw the propaganda that you can just make dogs eat people when they’ve been totally docile and relaxed their whole lives

Hey Sicarius, you remembering how annoying it is to do your own cleanup now?

Who the fuck is this guy Elias is hallucinating?

Genuinely curious how he finds time to make these custom foam inserts for the briefcases

Ok why is it taking so long to identify the victims found from Sicarius? This is set in 2022, DNA is fast and common.

Can’t believe this Tyler guy looked into Garcia enough to send her the encrypted locations but not enough to figure out she literally worked for the FBI. His anger over her handing over the info makes zero sense.

I know a lot of ppl hate Will for getting in the way of Jemily but he’s a very good husband. Patient, intelligent, cute. I like him.

“I believe you, but will Mom?” This new sibling energy between Rossi and Emily is everything. Also that burgundy blazer set is amazing on her.

I think Tyler has a little crush on Garcia. He just wants a woman who will kick his ass.

“Because of you I feel safe in our home” so cute literally so romantic I love them when they’re sweet

Only tangentially related but I’d love to see an episode where a serial killer breaks into another serial killer’s house. Like would it go “whoops my bad” or “you asshole you jacked my plan!” or would they just kill each other

Garcia’s little rant is hilarious

“I’m not a problem. I’m a delight. I’m a little dramatic but wonderful” yes you are Garcia

I almost believe the deputy director truly didn’t want to be overseeing this case. My guess, without watching the episode, is that he wants to prove he has some field experience so Emily can’t use it against him anymore. Also he might have a small crush on her and be a little afraid of Rossi. This season is full of men who like dominant women and I support that. I don’t support any sort of relationship between this man and Emily but I support the concept

“Bullshit. She broke your heart.” Welcome to working with profilers sir.

Also finally figured out what Emily’s scathing inditement of the deputy director reminded me of: it’s Hotch’s profiling of his team to defend them against Strauss

Emily’s smile when she finally got one over the deputy director, so pretty

Garcia and her ‘puter like she literally did the cat meme

Ok the orange crocs are a sin I would throw a folder at him too

Not surprised Will doesn’t have cancer but pissed they even teased us with it.

Haha Garcia is gonna make that dude keep the cat lol

Oh hey Sicarius. Nice to see you. Gonna kill a senator now?

lol Sicarius is like yeah I’m not sticking around for this freaky Oedipal shit. You can bankroll me, but I’m not into voyeurism on this

I know we’re supposed to be worried but 1) using a streaming site undercuts the tension of thinking a character will die and 2) that was the sexiest wheels up ever

Hahaha wow they didn’t even try to give us a realistic justification for Sicarius taking off his shirt

#cm #cme #cm:e #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution

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jofdiamonds · 7 months

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The party was coming up.

And that meant, Aki would finally be reunited with his wife.

Airi.

The love of his life, the woman of his dreams. They said that good things came in small packages, but when it came to Airi, that wasn’t true. Whatever beauty was in this world was contained in 1.75 meters of silky skin, honey-blonde hair, full lips that remained rosy even after vampirism had stilled the blood running through their veins and eyes that made you feel as if you were wandering into an abyss, into the unknown. Oh, how his heart ached for her, even if they had been already married for two centuries, and had merely spent a few months apart. Oh, how he desired her, her company, her presence.

Something as simple as her footsteps in a different room. Her voice as she talked on the phone. The excitement of knowing he could make a turn and come across her, bump right into her, kiss her and show her his devotion in any way he deemed…

Now, distance separated them. And it was not a tangible thing, not something he could fight with claws and fangs or a sword or, even using words. He just had to wait.

And, as he waited, he composed a song.

He did that, often, when they were apart. So that his voice would reach her ears (no matter how much he changed his register, she always knew it was him) and she would feel loved. Anywhere she went. Every day that passed.

It wasn’t a matter of jealousy, of claiming property. Aki knew Airi could caress other skin, kiss other lips, and yet, she wouldn’t feel what they felt when they were together. It was otherworldly. And they had this for eternity.

The song that was all over social media right now was called Vampire Heart. In allusion to what they both were; vampires, creatures of the night (but most people listened to it thinking it was nothing but a term to define immortal love). Airi for three hundred years more than him. Age difference would have bothered him back when he had been a human. Now, time was meaningless, vampirism not a curse but a blessing, that had allowed them to be together whereas, if they had led human lives, they would have died without even knowing about each other.

He was sure he would have gone to museums. Seen her face in art. Felt a deep longing. But nothing else, nothing more.

And now, however, he could sing her beautiful words, waiting for her return…

Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed Lead you along this path in the dark Where I belong until I feel your warmth

Hold me like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me like you loved the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart

(...)

Let me weep you this poem as heaven's gates close Paint you my soul scarred and alone Waiting for your kiss to take me back home *

It was since Aki had met Airi that the word love had taken a completely different meaning.

It was since then that he had started to believe in its power, in its strength, in its significance. It was more than obvious for any empaths. They could not look at Airi and him, or at Andrómeda and Laszlo, without realizing the deep bond that they shared, the invisible string that pulled them together. And now, that was also the case for Vessel and Cassiopeia.

The way he caressed her hair, delicately, as if she could disappear from his arms any second, as if he couldn't believe that he was so lucky to have her in front of him. It was different, but perhaps, also quite similar, to the way he had contemplated Airi for an entire day after they had shared their first night together, afraid that if he would close his eyes –if only for a minute, just to rest his tired eyelids– she would vanish into thin air.

Aki didn't think too much about his mother. Not because he didn't love her; quite the opposite. It was because her memory was too painful. A prostitute, he had been raised sneaking in and out of a somewhat fancy whorehouse that claimed to have the prettiest women from all around the world. Exotic ladies brought from places that most men attending the place hadn't even heard about. Asia, India, America…

His mother was a fan favorite. One of the most gorgeous women Aki had ever seen and would ever see. Luscious, straight black hair, so long it reached her lower back, an oval face with slanted eyes. Full lips, high cheekbones. An intelligent woman, who knew her worth, even if most people didn't and liked to play mahjong as a way to pass time.

'One day you will find someone who will redefine the entire world for you. She, or he, will make you feel like your five senses were numbed for your whole life. Foods will taste better, the colors will seem brighter. Smells will be richer. You will find meanings in songs you would have never considered, you will notice feelings that were hiding in melodies. Their skin will feel like the softest fabric and the only thing to bring you comfort…' she had said, before putting him to bed, laying beside him.

He had been in his early fifties when he had finally met Airi. Fifty-seven when his mother had died, He had offered her the gift of immortality many times after turning, but she had rejected it time and time again.

There's nothing for me after this, my son. No hope for other love, no need, either; everything I ever wanted to find I found it in you. Live for me. Love for me. Spend your days and nights devoted to those that make you feel alive, even if you are part of the undead. Don't be afraid. And always carry me in your memory. He was just glad Airi had been able to meet her. It had felt like a ritual, when the wrinkled hand, full of brown patches due to old age, had closed against the pristine, intact, delicate one of his then soon-to-be wife. How his mother's dark eyes had looked into those of the blonde psychic vampire and the older woman had simply smiled and nodded, as if saying take good care of him.

#snippets of the most beautiful story written with brielle <3 #couldn't help but add the part of aki and his mum because #babies i love them #monthlyAU002 #vampy au

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did you go and make promises you can't keep? || yukari || ch4 body react

Typically, she’d wake up before him. On the off chance that Fergus was awake first, Araceli could at least count on the fact that his face would be the first she saw in the morning. When she wakes up alone in a bed now colder without his presence, a feeling of unease settles against her skin. She can ignore it for now. Even when Skull appears and nonchalantly announces that there is a body to be found. Something about how casual it seems grants her some relief. Skull would’ve told her.

So she feels no need to panic or immediately rush as she gets ready, still looking over to different parts of the room and expecting him to be there. A shadow. Some residual warmth. Just something. She can’t let herself panic. Even as she joins the group of the few who remain alive and notices that he is not part of those numbers. Araceli attaches herself to Tsuki’s side. She can at least take comfort in the fact that it’s obviously not him. Which means it could be anyone else. It could even be-

She begins to fuss with her hands, holding them together and feeling the difference between the chill morning breeze and the warmth of her wedding band. Araceli keeps her eyes down at her hands so she doesn’t have to think about who is and isn’t there. It’s funny how even if she held her own hand, it didn’t fit as perfectly as Fergus’s. It was his rough, worked through skin against hers made soft by rigorous routine to hide her own efforts. His overpowering warmth against her lack of. His larger than life presence which demanded to be heard and seen against her learned charisma contained to her smaller hand. It feels wrong for her hands to be together like this so she releases them.

When they see Man’s body, Araceli can’t help but feel a sick sense of relief. He was a nice person. Not someone she would consider a friend but she felt like she knew enough about him from what she heard through Tsuki and the others. Man had tried to offer support how he could, provide some comfort in these trying times so seeing him in such a state was… She wants to steal a glance towards Tsuki to try to be his support when the morning light reflects perfectly off of a ring she knew too well.

Araceli stares, eyes growing wide. The morning chill infected her body, digging underneath her skin as her bones and blood frozen, unmoving and stuck in place.

That was the hand that shook hers when they agreed to use each other to survive in an alliance born from their ability to make up for what the other lacked. The hand that balled itself into a trembling fist as she made him confront the insecurities she saw in him but relaxed and took her hand a second time to scorch a pact of devotion born of desperation with another handshake. That touched her shoulder with gentleness not seen before to offer his gratitude. That he offered to her as they walked away from him where he had previously drowned out his sorrow and made her come to the realization of her own feelings. Held her as she finally broke down, sobbing over what little remnants of a family she left behind. Treated her with kindness and love she didn’t know before and she kissed to show that same kindness and love back. Made vows. Talked about a future. Wanted to know more. Didn’t turn away even as she betrayed him. Forgave. Loved. Grieved.

She couldn’t deny it. That was his hand reaching out from beneath his stone grave. Maybe he did his best to fight against death as he was foolish enough to fight against everything else, including fate. She picks up her head to look towards Skull as he begins to speak and her eyes lock where his should be. There are no tears or anger. Whatever she felt she would swallow whole for now and play the game as it was intended to be.

The image of her father breaking his icy exterior to sob and mourn over her mother in a beautiful and disastrous display of devotion and love comes to mind. He shared it too openly, exposing a side of him that even she hadn’t seen until then. Though it was not his to share alone as her mother was equally as dedicated to him. So she wouldn’t cry. Her mourning would be shared with Fergus and Fergus alone. Even if it meant freezing it and denying it until the day her hand would reunite with his.

Yukari forces her body to move, slipping her cold, heavy hand into Tsuki’s and ignoring how wrong it feels. She looks at him with the same serene smile she wore when they first arrived, “I hope you don’t mind that I bother you for now.” Her tone light and well practiced as intended.

#submission #reaction #yukari #ch5

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mpmcorner · 1 year

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GYLES BRANDRETH reveals The Queen Elizabeth II last days before she died.

GYLES BRANDRETH reveals The Queen Elizabeth II last days before she died The truth about Her Majesty's final days is revealed by royal confidant GYLES BRANDRETH, including how she despised "mumbling" on television and conflicts between her dresser and ladies-in-waiting.

Highlights.

- He records Iain Greenshield's trip to Balmoral on the weekend leading up to her passing - .According to Brandreth, "Her Majesty always recognised that her time was limited." - Gyles Brandreth's next book Elizabeth: An Intimate Portrait will be released in December. Queen's final hours is revealed by Gyles Brandreth. The truth of The Queen's final hours is revealed by Gyles Brandreth. September 3 and 4, on Saturday and Sunday.

Queen elizabeth 2 last days

The Queen will die the following weekend. She is in "great shape," according to the Right Reverend Dr. Iain Greenshields, who is living with her at Balmoral. On Saturday night, they have dinner together. On Sunday morning, he preaches at Braemar and Crathie Parish Church. On Sunday afternoon, they have lunch together. They discuss the Queen's upbringing, her horses, religious matters (she is "quite up to date"), and her sorrow over the events in Ukraine. This is very standard. The Queen is skilled at being in the moment, but she frequently thinks back on the past, appreciative of the lessons it has given her. In the future, Dr. Greenshields recalled, "She was so lively and so engaging." on September 6th, Tuesday. At 10 am, the Queen calls Clive Cox, one of Her Majesty's favourite racehorse owners. She wants to talk to him about the chances of her two-year-old, Love Affairs, who will be competing at Goodwood at 2:00 p.m. We discussed the filly, how the race would turn out, how another of her horses was doing in my stable, as well as a few other topics, the man recalled. She had razor-like focus. The day is bustling. She could not have been more compassionate, encouraging, or kind, according to Boris Johnson. She also has "her trademark wit and insight." Sept. 7th, Wednesday. She does seem 96 years old and fragile. She seems awake and very much alive, despite the dark bruise on the back of her right hand. She is grinning and addressing the camera while wearing her glasses. She has a distinct twinkle of mischief in her eye. Today is just another typical day for the other royals. The day is devoted to charitable endeavours of Prince Charles in Lanarkshire. He's throwing a dinner tonight at Dumfries House in Ayrshire. But by late afternoon, rumours are rampant. My son-in-law, a former Coldstream Guards officer, called to let me know that he was at the Cavalry & Guards Club in Piccadilly, where people were meeting to discuss the specifics of Operation London Bridge, the action plan that kicks in the moment the sovereign passes away. What took place? Did she slip and fall? Did she suffer a stroke? September 8th, Thursday.

All morning, rumours were circulating.

At 12:32 p.m., Buckingham Palace released a statement stating that although the Queen was "comfortable," her doctors were worried about her health and advised that she remain under medical observation until family members were notified. At 6:48 a.m., the Queen's helicopter departed Windsor Castle to pick up Prince Charles at Dumfries House. The Princess Royal had already arrived and had remained by her mother's side throughout. The younger sons of the Queen, Andrew and Edward, as well as Sophie, Edward's wife, and Princes William and Harry, were said to be in route. There was uncertainty as to whether Meghan, Harry's wife, would accompany him to Scotland. When it became apparent that Catherine wouldn't be coming since she had to pick up her kids from school, it also became apparent that Meghan wouldn't be going. At 3:50 p.m., Andrew, Edward, Sophie, and Prince William flew into Aberdeen airport in an RAF executive jet. William then drove the four of them 45 miles to Balmoral. They showed up around 05:06. Elizabeth II had already passed away. Also read: Jamie barrow charged with murder after mum and two daughters die in flat fire. Follow us on Facebook for more updates, Read the full article

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I wish you would write a fic where... Fuyumi dyes her hair pink

Fuyumi left the Himura house so furious that she couldn’t think straight. Dry ice followed her every step and she hoped that her uncle, so devoted to their grandparents, would step on it and break a leg.

“Fuyumi, what’s wrong?”

“She is a beauty, just like her mother.”

She kept walking, too enraged to dare to look back at him because something was going to happen. Something that could land her into Tartarus if she made eye contact, because right now, she hated him. She hated her grandparents. And she hated herself.

How could she not have seen that coming?

Her grandmother, telling her to please visit, because her health wasn’t so good and seeing her granddaughter would surely make her feel better.

Only to find both her grandparents, her uncle, looking in perfectly good health while they were sitting next to her suitor, a man that was looking for a bride with the right quirk.

“She has a very strong ice quirk. Almost too strong, if that can exist.”

“If it upset you so much, why didn’t you say so?”

Because she had been too stupid to make a scene She hadn’t dared to react, to show their dirty laundry to a stranger, and now, she was running because the anger had been rising and rising and she was afraid it was either going to eat her alive or explode.

“She is such a good cook and she loves children. She is a teacher, after all.”

“You know how grandparents are! They just want you to be happy. And he is a very nice man…”

Her uncle finally caught her – her short legs be damned – and he grabbed her arm.

“She has two brothers and she took such good care of them.”

Fuyumi raised her hand to bat away her uncle’s hand and the next thing she knew, her palm was colliding with her uncle’s cheek. The noise was akin to a lightning strike, her palm started to burn but her uncle’s expression was worth it.

He looked at her like she has gone mad, like he was afraid of her. Like he was just realizing that her quirk was far stronger than his and that the Himura name is half forgotten while the Todoroki name is known through the whole country and abroad.

“Tell your parents that they don’t have a granddaughter anymore. I am done chasing a mirage. Do not call me. Do not try to contact me. And help me, if you ever tried to use contact Shouto or even Natsuo, I will burn everything you hold dear, consequences be damned.”

Whatever was on her face or in her voice, he seemed to believe her.

After that, she went straight home, just holding the rest of her anger, repressing it like she had done all her life. She could do this. Now that she had cut away all ties with her grandparents (really, she was the last one, her brothers hadn’t seen them in ten years), maybe, just maybe things would get better?

She reached her room and took a deep breath, imagining a red cloud leaving with the air she was exhaling. As she did, she felt the anger leaving.

Until her phone rang.

Grandmother was the caller ID.

From that point, things became really simple but slightly chaotic. And loud. Loud enough for someone (she wasn’t sure who) to knock on her door, then knock some more. For said door to be opened then closed in silence.

Her phone met an unfortunate end as it crashed into the wall hard enough to be thoroughly shattered. Other things followed, most of them trinkets offered by her grandmother. Then came the clothes, that needed to be ripped until nothing remained. And finally, various things needed to be frozen solid.

By the time she was done, she felt better. She tied her hair into a ponytail, cleaned her room, and when she walked out of her room, she realized that her father and her brothers probably were in the house.

Maybe they didn’t notice?

She put one foot one foot on the living room and saw the three of them avoiding eye contact. Her father was reading the newspaper, something she had never seen him do. Shouto was also reading but his manga was upside down. And Natsuo was in the kitchen, making tea.

The tea was disgusting infused for too long, but they all drank it. She mentioned that she needed a new phone and her father immediately gave her one, registered to his agency but it would do in the meantime. And Shouto talked about his life in the dorms.

No one mentioned anything about Fuyumi’s outburst.

All in all, the day ended pretty well.

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“She is a beauty, just like her mother.”

Even with her immediate family being extremely considerate (or scared of her but she was fine with both) and her grandparents’ phone numbers blocked, her grandmother’s words kept following her. Enough for her to start avoiding mirrors again, something she hadn’t done since her teenage years.

Her first impulse was to cut her hair. She had never worn it short and that seemed like enough of a drastic change.

Until she remembered what her mother looked like when she had gotten married.

Hair dye it was, then.

She went to the salon thinking black. It was proper, neutral, and a hair color she could handle.

And yet, somehow, when she came out, her hair was pink.

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“It suits you.”

Those words quickly replaced her grandmother’s words. She heard it from her family, her coworkers, and her friends. She had more of the latter those days, as she spent less time at home and learned to be more her and less the eldest Todoroki daughter that was supposed to take care of everyone.

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“You look happier.”

She didn’t feel like she was happier. She felt angrier than before. She felt more melancholic. And less patient.

But she did feel more. And smiled more.

So maybe it meant something.

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“You’re not taking that call?”

“No, I guess I’m not.”

“Good for you.”

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“Thank you. For everything you’ve done for this family. Back then, I didn’t realize it but you’re the reason we managed to fare so well.”

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“You’re incredible. I hope you know that.”

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Slowly, more words were added to the ones that were haunting her. It didn’t replace them. She doubted that they would ever disappear.

But they took more place, until it was the first thing she thought about.

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besanii · 3 years

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shattered mirrors 73

[ set after #69 ]

He’s stumbling forward before he even realises he’s moving, knocking into the low desk with his foot and almost falling over if not for Lan Wangji’s steady hand around his elbow. His limbs feel like lead and his body moves as though wading upstream against a rushing river. His ears are ringing, his vision spotting at the edges, but through all of that he sees the person before him.

“A-Xian.” A sob bubbles up inside his throat at the sound of his name in her voice. “A-Xian.”

She too is stumbling towards him, arms outstretched and tears in her eyes. He wants desperately to fall into her arms, to bury himself in her embrace and let her warmth wrap around him and wash away the horrors of the last fourteen years. Pretend as though he is still Wei Ying, the ward of Yunmeng, her brother in all but name and blood, the little boy who had grown up as her second shadow.

Instead, he sinks to his knees at her feet and presses his forehead to the floor. Lan Wangji follows him to the floor, hovering protectively around him

“Your guilty subject pays respects to Gongzhu-dianxia,” he says. “I humbly beg Dianxia’s forgiveness for failing my duty to Yunmeng Jiang.”

There. He’s said it. The words that had been eating away at him all these years, the constant shadow of guilt lingering in the corner of his mind. His family had been tasked with the protection of Yunmeng and its royal family, it had been their job to gather intelligence and wield it in their defence.

He’d failed. And Yunmeng had fallen.

A strangled noise leaves Jiang Yanli’s throat.

“A-Xian, no,” she says. “No, A-Xian, there is nothing to forgive. Please, get up—”

She reaches for his hands, tugging at them to make him stand, but he remains resolutely prostrate.

“Gongzhu-dianxia, this guilty subject does not dare.”

Her hands tighten around his almost painfully for a moment before she sighs, her whole body sagging with the movement.

“You did everything you could,” she tells him. When he goes to deny it, she squeezes his hand again. “Look at me.” He reluctantly raises his head and sees her looking back at him with a tremble in the firm line of her mouth. “A-Xian, I would be dead—or perhaps worse—if not for you. You saved me.”

He presses his lips together in a hard line, his breath heavy through his nose as he struggles to keep the tears at bay.

“I could have done more,” he whispers. “I could have—”

“You did everything you could,” she repeats firmly. “A-Xian, there was nothing more you could have done. Not under those circumstances.”

A raw, wounded noise tears itself from his throat, through his tightly closed lips.

“I should have realised the reports were false,” he argues, hands twisting in the fabric of his robes. “I should have verified them personally, I—”

She takes his face between her hands, shocking him into silence.

There are new lines on her face, around her eyes and mouth, that hadn’t been there before; she’s older, he realises, and has had to fend for herself for many years. The Jiang Yanli before him now glows with health and vigour, dressed in the thick, coarse garments of the northern border tribes rather than the silks of the capital—a far cry from the sheltered princess from Yunmeng she had been in their youth. Her hands, still so small against his cheek, are rough and callused from hard labour.

“A-Xian, you did everything you could,” she repeats firmly. “It is in the past. Do not blame yourself any longer. Alright?”

He closes his eyes with a shuddering sigh.

And then he’s falling forward into Jiang Yanli’s waiting arms with an aborted cry, clutching at the back of her heavy cloak desperately. Her scent is different—the lotus blossoms replaced by something earthier and less floral—and the arms she wraps around him are stronger, the hug firmer than what he remembers. But the way her fingers run through his hair, the warmth of her body, the way she envelopes him in her embrace despite the difference in stature—there is no mistaking it. He would know it anywhere.

“Jiejie.” He’s repeating himself, over and over again, the way he has not done since they were children and it was still allowed. This is not a dream. “Jiejie, jiejie, jiejie—”

“A-Xian.” Jiang Yanli laughs, her voice thick with tears. “Oh, A-Xian, I’m so glad you’re alive. I’ve missed you so.”

He’s missed her too. There are no words to describe how much he’s missed her. So he just holds her tighter, buries his face in her shoulder as they sink to their knees in the middle of the study floor. He’s dimly aware of movement around them—the servants, perhaps, or Lan Wangji, stepping away to give them some privacy—but he doesn’t acknowledge them, overwhelmed by the fact that Jiang Yanli is here, in his arms, safe and sound after so many years.

“Fourteen years…” She pulls away, running her hands over his hair and face as she does, drinking in the sight of him. “A-Xian, you’ve lost weight.”

He shakes his head and laughs. “I’m alright. Don’t worry about me.” He leans into the hand resting on his cheek. “You look good, Jiejie. You haven’t changed at all.”

It’s her turn to shake her head, falling so easily into their familiar banter as she admonishes him for lying.

“Nonsense. Look at me.” She sits back on her heels and raises her arms to show off the travel-worn garb beneath her heavy cloak. “I’m just a humble farmer’s wife now.”

At the word ‘wife’, Wei Wuxian is suddenly reminded they are not alone. His attention is drawn to the doorway where Jin Zixuan stands with his arm around a boy of no more than ten. Gone are the fine, embroidered silks and gilded jewels signature to the Crown Prince of Lanling. Instead, both are dressed in the same thick, northern-style robes as Jiang Yanli, both with the same broad shoulders, sun-kissed skin and matching vermilion marks between their brows. Jin Zixuan offers him a nod when their eyes meet.

“Wei Wuxian, it’s been a while.” After a moment, he hastily corrects himself and bows. “My apologies, I did not mean any disrespect. Jin Zixuan greets Hanguang-wangye, Hanguang-wangfei.”

“Taizi—Jin-gongzi.” Wei Wuxian corrects himself quickly, returning his greeting with a short bow. “There is no need for such formality. It is good to see you all well.”

He is surprised to find he means it sincerely; there was no such goodwill the last time they had crossed paths, young and foolhardy as they were. But those days are long past. Gone is the spoilt young prince who had spurned the woman he regarded as a sister, buried beneath the cold ashes of a war that took everything from them in one fell swoop. This Jin Zixuan is a husband, a father, who had done the unthinkable—renouncing his claim to the throne of Lanling to search for Jiang Yanli without knowing whether or not she was even alive—and had been rewarded for his devotion.

Jiang Cheng, ah, Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian thinks. I think even you would hold a bit of respect for him now.

Jin Zixuan’s eyes shift to Lan Wangji, standing silently behind Wei Wuxian, and offers a deeper bow, which Lan Wangji returns with an incline of his head. Jiang Yanli follows suit from where she is still on her knees with Wei Wuxian, bowing low at the waist.

“Jiang Yanli greets Hanguang-wangye, Hanguang-wangfei,” she echoes. “Thank you for taking care of A-Xian. Yunmeng owes you a great debt.”

Before either of them can react to dispute her claim, she turns to beckon the boy—her son, Wei Wuxian’s heart leaps with realisation—closer with one hand, dabbing at her eyes with the sleeve of the other. She draws the boy closer, turns him to face both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji with a warm smile and a comforting hand on his back. The boy looks up at them with something akin to awe in his eyes.

“A-Ling, come and pay respects to Wangye and Wangfei,” she tells him. “They are our family’s benefactors. Without their help, we would not be here today, so we must repay this debt however we can.”

“Yes, A-Niang.” Jin Ling steps away from his mother, squaring his little shoulders in a way that reminds Wei Wuxian of his father when they had first met, trying to put on an air of importance despite his small stature; he clasps his fingers in front of his chest and performs a textbook-perfect bow from the waist. “Jin Ling pays respects to Hanguang-wangye, Hanguang-wangfei.”

Wei Wuxian looks back at Lan Wangji, helpless in the face of their collective insistence, and sees the corner of Lan Wangji’s lips twitch. He sighs in defeat.

“Jin-xiao-gongzi,” he says, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Your mother’s family took me in when my parents passed, kept the roof over my head and the clothes on my back. Without them, I would not be here today. Whatever debt there is between us, let us wipe the slate clean now and start anew.”

He sees Lan Wangji incline his head in agreement, eyes soft as he holds out a hand to help him to his feet. His arm is warm and steady around his waist, his hand firm in his, holding him upright as he works to calm the storm of emotions warring within his chest. Finally, he gives the hand in his a brief squeeze and turns back to their guests with a bright smile.

“Now, let’s dispense with all this formality,” he says. “You must be tired from your journey—you must stay with us, here in Hanguang Manor. In fact, I insist upon it.”

Jiang Yanli exchanges a quick look with her husband.

“We do not wish to—” Wei Wuxian clears his throat pointedly, and Jiang Yanli falters mid-sentence, pauses and acquiesces with an amused sigh. “Then it would be impolite of us to decline such a generous offer.”

Translations

Gongzhu-dianxia (公主殿下) - Your Highness, the Princess

wangfei (王妃) - consort to the Duke, his legitimate wife/spouse

Notes

Approximately a billion years later!!!!

WWX called JYL jiejie as a child, before they got older and it was inappropriate to do so, after which he sometimes called her shijie in private, but mostly addressed her as Gongzhu-dianxia in public.

Any errors or inconsistencies will...be addressed at some point. It’s been a while and I need to revisit some things to remind myself what’s happened >_>

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xoxo-teddybear · 3 years

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Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Summary: it’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and Bakugou refuses to move. No matter how many times people tell him it’s time, he ignores them because he knows he’ll run into you again. And he was right all along.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

Almost 2 years. About 24 months. Around 104 weeks, 730 days, 17520 hours, or 63,072,000 seconds. And every second of everyday, you run through Bakugou’s mind.

Memories of the two of you always pass through him and he always smile at the good ones. But as time went on, he realized he really wasn’t the same person anymore. Especially not to Y/N. In the beginning, he was hopelessly devoted to you and he craved to be around you. He always wanted what was best for you until he realized in the end he grew selfish. He stopped caring about your needs, neglecting you, and just assumed you’d stay because you still loved him the same way he did you. He was wrong though, and the horrible day of your split arrived.

After you left his house that day, Bakugou remained in the same place for hours. He stood there and cried with his back facing the front door, and when his legs grew tired, he fell to the ground and continued to cry.

Everybody thought he would move on but he didn’t. He still held onto hope. So for 2 years, Bakugou worked to fix himself just for you. He went to therapy to work on his excessive anger, he stopped going out as much with his friends and worked around the house to improve his home skills to help you out when you would return, and he even went as far as to get a lil dog for himself to learn to be a little more loving and compassionate.

His name was Bomber. He was a Pomeranian.

During those 2 years..it’s like you disappeared. Bakugou, and none of your friends, saw sight or heard word of you. Some people thought you moved, some thought the worst had possibly happened. But Bakugou was still going strong. If something was wrong, he would’ve felt it in his heart, but his hope was still going strong. He knew you were out there.

And he was right. For the past 2 years you’ve lived...everywhere! You never stayed in one place for too long in fear of someone from your life may get word of you being around. You’ve lived in the beautiful islands of the Caribbean all the way to the blissful cities in Paris. You’ve been all around the world and you’ve enjoyed all the sights, but you were getting tired of not really having friends and spending so much money. You missed Japan. The food, the culture, the songs, the celebration. The people. And so you decided it was time for you to head back.

You moved back home about a month ago and you made sure none of your old friends would hear about you. You wanted to settle for a little bit before interacting with the people who were a huge part of your old life and you enjoyed the quite peaceful nature. After some time, you decided it was okay to meet up with your old friends, but instead of going out and looking for them, you waited to see what destiny brought you, and now the moment has come.

You sat in the old park you used to love being in when you lived in Japan. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were out as they covered the trail you made for yourself when you came here. In the past, you found a hidden area of the park forest that seemed...magical. There was a crystal blue lake that were filled with Lilly pads, lotuses, and koi fish. The sunlight hit perfectly on the patch of land, and dusted it with a golden honey scheme. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the place along with tall pines that reached the clouds. The cute little creatures that lived in the secluded area included bunnies, fawns, beautiful birds, and adorable foxes.

It’s been so long since you’ve been here. The last time you even stepped foot into this park was when you were with..Bakugou. But even then, the last time you went with him was about 4 months before your breakup. He was the only person you ever told about this spot and you both had so many memories here. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed him, but you didn’t know who he was now. As the 2 years past, Bakugou has gone through your mind a couple times, and you smiled towards the sky as you wondered what he’s like nowadays. If he’s any different than the last time you saw him. You really wished nothing but the best for the man you love.

Every once in awhile, Bakugou would step into the hidden sanctuary that Y/N showed him. He enjoyed going there to get away from his reality and thoughts of Y/N always came to him when he entered that special place. This time, his imagination seemed really strong because he felt like he was staring at the real deal.

He looked ahead and leaning against the tallest cherry tree was the beautiful goddess herself, Y/N L/N. She held her cool expression as she held a cute little bunny and her golden jewelry sparkled in the sunlight that hit her body perfectly. She truly did look like a goddess.

Bakugou smiled as he saw you, but he quickly shook it off as he realized there was no way it was possible. He then chose to walk to the spot, hoping that the image of you would just disappear, but he also hoped that you were real. He snuck up on you from behind but you were smarter than that. Once he got close enough you walked to the other side of the tree, out of his line of vision and went into stealth mode as you quickly used your quirk to be seated on a high branch. Bakugou saw you walk and disappear so he sighed as he “realized” you were just his imagination. However, when he finally settled and looked out beyond the valley, you jumped down to surprise him. You hopped off the branch, grabbed Bakugou and spun you both around so that you were laying against the tree and he was facing you.

“Long time no see, Bakugou,” you said with a little break in your voice as you spoke with such a “cool girl tone.” You held a sassy smile as you stared at him with all the confidence radiating off your body. Bakugou just looked at you in shock. His mouth hung open as his wide eyes traveled all around you to make sure you were real. He shook a little as he stared at you and soon his tears began to pool at his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t gotta cry, it’s okay,” you said with a concerned smile. You wiped a stray tear that fell from his ruby eyes with your thumb and you felt heat rise to his cheeks as he leaned into your palm. “....Bakugou?....Are you- woah!”

Without warning, he quickly grabbed you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a hug. He held you tight as you were shocked but you smiled against his chest and held him too. He cried on your shoulder and after some time he finally spoke.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.”

“.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.”

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“Where have you been?” He asked as you both were seated on the grass. You and Bakugou both held onto each other for awhile as Bakugou cried his heart out like a big baby. You finally settled him and you both were sitting next to each other laying against the tree as you both sat on the grass.

“I’ve been everywhere!” You laughed out, “I’ve went to the states and hung out in L.A and Hawaii, took some time in New York and hung out in Florida. I then went to the Caribbean and partied in the Dominican Republic, and I even traveled to Europe and stayed in Paris for a bit. I’ve been all over the world traveling and finding me again.”

“You seem happy about that,” Bakugou said as he looked at you with loving eyes and a small smile that only you could ever bring out.

“I am. Ever since...um...you know...I’ve been a little lost. I lost myself and I missed the old me. My trips and alone time brought out the old me again and I’ve been feeling so much more alive,” you sighed as you settled, “but I’ve missed my roots. I’ve missed Japan and the people.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.” You said with kind eyes as you smiled at him causing him to blush immensely.

You both remained silent as you guys enjoyed the sounds of spring. You felt the breeze blow in your hair as the warm sun comforted you. Soon, you felt Bakugou’s hand slowly touch yours. You knew he was scared to go and do anything else, but you openly welcomed his touch and he clearly became less tense.

“So...what have you been up to while I was away?” You calmly asked. You noticed Bakugou’s hesitation and deep breath before he spoke.

“I’ve been....I’ve been trying to better myself for you.” Your brows raised and eyes opened up a little wider. For the past 2 years, he’s been trying to better himself...just for you. “I’ve gone to therapy for my anger, stop going out as much, learned to do more around the house...even got a little dog to learn to be a little more compassionate.”

“Ouu! What kind?” You excitedly asked. He chuckled at your cute aura and answered your question.

“Cute little Pomeranian named bomber,” he admitted.

“No way! Cuteeee!” You squealed and Bakugou just laughed at you once again. How cute. As you thought about everything he said, your smile dropped a little into a little lip curl. A silence came over the two of you before you spoke again.

“You...you did all that for me?”

“Mhm. I wanna prove to you that I can change. That I have changed. ....I’m not telling you this to get you to come back to me..I want you to come on your own choice but I want you to know if you do decide to come back, that I’ve become better.” He explained.

You smiled and hummed to yourself in happiness. Your cheeks dusted with warmth as you smiled so much it hurt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you’ve changed Katsuki?” You offered.

“What?”

“Hehe, let’s start over. I don’t know if you’re still down for anything...but I’ve missed you over the past 2 years and I remember you saying that if a certain ‘goddess’ wanted to come back..you’d be waiting with open arms...” you looked at him and he gave an open smile that held more disbelief and happiness than excitement.

“Can we try again Suki?” You quietly asked, but Bakugou stood and picked you up. He pulled you up by your arms and pulled you even higher which caused you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You laughed out in excitement as he held you like that and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I should be on my hands and knees asking you that, princess.” He softly said with a broken voice but it was clear he was letting out tears of joy. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as his hold on you never faltered. He started sniffling and you pulled him out of your neck as you wiped his tears.

“Suki! Stop crying,” you giggled, “this is supposed to be a happen moment.”

“Shut up! I don’t cry!” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the side but still holding you. You raised your brow at him and he only nervously laughed as he placed you down. He stuck out his hand for you to grab onto but you placed it down and wrapped your arms around his. You pecked his cheek and leaned on him as he smiled down at you. This was the moment he’s been waiting for. His princess finally came back to him. Everyone told him to move on but he knew better. If he did, he would’ve never been here right now with you again. And this time, he would make sure you’d stay.

“Suki?”

“Yes princess?”

“.......Can we go see Bomber?”

“Heh...whatever your heart desires.”

A/N: STAWWWPPP YALL THIS WAS SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO RUSHED! IM TRYNA HURRY CUZ I HAVE ANOTHER PART 2 TO WORK ON, I HAVE TO START ON THE NEXT PART OF MY SERIES AND I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DOOOOO😭😭😭 IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF BRO THIS COULDVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHATEVER U COULD CUBS! See u next time! 😭💗🧸

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edith-moonshadow · 2 years

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Sooooo its getting closer to halloween and all the Addams family stuff I have been seeing has made me wonder, could we get a little on shot of future Debbie Steve? maybe a family dinner? Where they are in love and happy but Billy tells Gomez every once in a while he will deny Steve something to make him attempt a little violence against him, help keep the spark alive?

Hello Anon here's that one-shot sorry it took so long my brain is still recovering from Halloween but I hope you enjoy it 💜💜💜 I've included the other parts in case anyone is new and has no idea what's going on.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Ao3

Warnings: Blindfolds, Tied up, Fingering, Anal Sex, Biting, Marking, Orgasm Denial, Top Billy, Bottom Steve, Arson, Black Widow Steve, Possessive Behaviour, Possessive Billy, Minor Blood

The moonlight glinted off Steve’s ruby ring as he slowly stroked his hand down Druscilla’s back as she nudged him with her head, her purrs filling the car. Billy reached over and placed his hand on Steve’s thigh feeling it tense under his fingers, the sharp sting as Druscilla’s claws embedded themselves in the thin skin at the back of his hand. He winced but squeezed Steve’s thigh harder relishing the shudder he felt. Steve pulled Druscilla back towards his chest giving her a light kiss behind her ear.

“Looking forward to this weekend my sweet?”

“Yes, Vivienne promised to take me shopping at that antique store she got that beautiful mirror from.”

Billy squeezed a little harder.

“Do you need a new mirror my darling?”

“Are you saying I can’t get one?”

Billy smiled at him.

“No just wondering where you’re going to put it.”

A devious smirk overtook Steve’s face and Billy felt his heart rate pick up. In a few months, it would be their ninth anniversary and Billy only fell more in love every day. Steve never wanted for anything and he still got completely caught up in his passion for Billy but it was always fun to keep the spark alive with Steve’s harmless little attempts. Destruction and devotion always went hand in hand.

Billy had been relieved when Steve finally bonded with his family, they had shown him affection and acceptance and he had accepted them in return. It hadn’t been all poison in his soup and near misses with Steve’s car, he had struggled in the beginning with fully accepting Billy’s love for him. He seemed to always be waiting for him to pull away or lose interest in him but Billy had known from the first moment that he was destined to live out his remaining years with Steve even in death he wouldn’t leave his side. Over time Steve’s insecurity faded as he became a true member of the family and Billy had never believed that he would ever be this blissfully happy.

The weekend passed by in a blur for Billy, he always loved coming home to his family’s estate it was filled with so many wonderful memories, his childhood, his family and even Steve. That weekend the children were visiting also both back from college and they had asked him to show them some hexes. He had been pouring over his old texts all month trying to find the perfect hex to dazzle them. Steve was excited about going shopping with Vivienne, they had similar tastes and had bonded over the perfect places to go. Billy had a feeling that growing up Steve had been lonely and having a friend was seemed to soothe something within him. Anchored him to them.

While they had been away shopping Nick had suggested they enjoy a fine scotch while they poured over old family albums reminiscing about their childhoods. It had been a delightful afternoon when Nick lit a cigar, the familiar smell making Billy feel warm before he leaned closer.

“I just wanted to check old man, is everything between you and Steve going well.”

Billy sighed happily.

“It’s amazing, just like those stories mom used to tell, you know like Aunt Petunia and Uncle Herbert or Ophelia and Hortencia. I never thought it would happen to me but it has.”

Nick nodded.

“We just hadn’t heard about any of your houses burning down and we were worried.”

Billy laughed.

“Steve has settled enough that he seems to enjoy smaller acts of devotion these days. The secret is to only deny him once in a while. Nick if you could see the fire in his eyes…”

Nick patted him on the shoulder with a chuckle.

“Our delectable spouses, where would we be without them?”

“Miserable and alone.”

Nick raised his glass.

“I’ll drink to that.”

Just as the clink of their glasses echoed around the room Steve and Vivienne entered. Nick smiled at them and asked.

“Get anything good, darling?”

“Yes darling but Steve got an exquisite mirror.”

Steve walked over to Billy draping his arm around his neck, his fingers dancing over his skin. He leaned close.

“Do you want to see it?”

Billy reached up and wrapped his fingers around Steves and let him lead him out into the hall where there was a large antique mirror. It was so big that it would take up half a wall in any room in their house. Steve turned to him with that light in his eyes and Billy felt excitement start to build under his skin. Steve smiled at him.

“I know you said we didn’t need another mirror but don’t worry I know exactly where I’m going to put it.”

Steve turned fully towards him and Billy couldn’t resist pulling him into a passionate kiss.

Within a week they were back home and in their little world again. Steve had planned a special night where Billy cooked them a delicious meal and Steve got to dress up in the new blood-red velvet suit that he bought just for the occasion. There was a tension in the air, he could feel it on his skin, by the excited flush on Steve’s face. Yet he could detect no bitterness to his wine and Steve wasn’t interested in dessert. He got up from the table after he’d finished eating to pull Billy into a lingering kiss before he pulled him towards their room.

He carried Steve over the threshold into their room, watching as his eyes lit up in the soft candlelight from all the candles that were scattered around. He carried him over to the bed laying him down softly then stepping back to slowly peel off his clothes. Steve pushed himself up on his elbows, his eyes carefully watching his every move. Steve had always seemed to enjoy Billy slowly revealing himself to him, when it came to Billy Steve seemed to like to deny himself a little. Steve bit his lip and Billy preened with pride that he could still affect him after all this time. Once he was naked he moved forward relishing Steve’s eyes caressing over his body. When he reached him he leaned down pulling him into a ravenous kiss feeling Steve’s cool fingers stroke over his shoulders as he fully covered him with his body. He kissed his way down his body carefully opening the buttons on his velvet suit revealing his pale skin underneath. He placed stinging kisses on his cool skin basking in his little gasps that he tried to suppress only making Billy bite harder.

He undid the button on Steve’s trousers before he moved down to the foot of the bed slowly removing Steve’s Italian leather loafers, cashmere socks then pulled his trousers down and off. Then lavished his skin in kisses on his way back up his body. When he reached his thighs he dug his fingers in the quivering flesh as Steve whined before he sunk his teeth in sucking on a bruise he had left only the night before. He loved seeing Steve’s skin all purple from his mouth, a physical reminder of his passion.

“You truly are a sublime creature my darling.”

He felt Steve’s fingers carding through his hair, scratching his nails gently against his scalp in that way that made it tingle.

“Billy I have a little surprise for you.”

Billy looked up at him and Steve smiled back before he pulled a silk blindfold from behind his back.

“I thought we could try something a little different.”

He got that little devious look in his eyes and Billy knew that he’d do anything he asked of him. Steve sat up in bed and moved them around until Billy was lying flat on the bed with Steve straddling him. He looked so beautiful in the soft light but before he could take anything else in everything went dark as Steve covered his eyes with the cold silk. Then he felt Steve pull his hands away from his hips before he pressed them down on the bed and Billy felt him fasten them to the headboard with more cool silk. Steve leaned down to place soft lingering kisses across his chest and up towards his ear.

“How does it feel to be completely at my mercy?”

“I never want to be anywhere else my darling.”

He felt Steve smile against his skin before he moved away from him completely, Billy felt a chill settle on his skin. He opened his mouth the protest when Steve settled back onto his lap and he groaned feeling all his cool naked skin. He shivered as Steve covered him, his breath hot on his ear.

“Now I’m going to get myself ready for you and you have to just lie here, not able to see what I’m doing or touch me until I’m ready.”

Billy shivered when he heard a bottle snap closed then Steve moaned softly.

“Billy….I can’t wait to show you what I have planned…”

Billy could feel gooseflesh break out across his skin as his cock throbbed between his legs as Steve’s thighs tensed around his sides, his small movements as he whined Billy’s name.

“Billy...Billy…”

“Princess, please…”

He felt Steve still before he leaned forward placing his hand on Billy’s chest before he felt his fingers dancing over the back of the blindfold. Then he blinked in the light allowing his eyes to adjust when he realised that overhead he could see their reflection. Steve smirked down at him.

“I told you I’d find somewhere for it.”

He took in the long line of Steve’s back when something glinting in the candlelight behind his back caught his eyes. Steve chuckled before he brought it around to the front slowly running the tip over Billy’s skin. An ice pick.

“You discovered your surprise.”

Billy could feel his heart hammering in his chest as the cold metal scratched at his skin, Billy’s cock twitched when it ran past his lower stomach. He looked up at Steve, his teeth turning his lush bottom lip white. He ached to soothe it with his tongue.

“You were right darling, we required another mirror.”

Steve leaned forward again running the tip of the ice pick around Billy’s throat then up under his chin, Billy licked over his teeth at the look in his eyes, that familiar hunger growing. Steve captured his lips the ice pick digging into his flesh just enough to draw blood and Billy felt a little breathless. Steve leaned back then holding eye contact with Billy he slowly slid down onto his hard cock and Billy groaned his hands tensing in his bindings with the need to touch him. Steve threw his head back as he started an agonisingly slow rhythm, his eyes watching them in the mirror. Billy ached to have his full attention on him but he let Steve have his fun for a little while, this was his favourite way to be tortured. It was exquisite.

Eventually, the torment became too much he pulled at his bindings until he broke free feeling Steve flutter around him until he wrapped his hands around his waist and flipped them so that he was on top then he started a brutal rhythm relishing Steve’s cries as his body clamped down hard. Billy kissed his way up to his ear.

“Now it’s your turn to enjoy your mirror, Princess.”

Steve’s hands wrapped around his neck, his fingers cool and digging into his heated skin. The ice pick was forgotten. Billy kissed his way down his trembling throat, licking over his skin before he sank his teeth in revelling in Steve’s whimper as he made sure to grind his cock up against the spot inside that made him squirm.

“So beautiful my darling...this is how I want to spend the rest of my days...you draining me of every drop of energy in the most pleasurable way...you can have everything...everything I possess...all I need to sustain me is you…”

He felt Steve’s fingers in his hair pulling him close to his lips. He indulged him, Steve’s lips trembled against his own as he whispered against them.

“I love you.”

They had become Billy’s three favourite words and he still felt a swell in his heart and a warmth in his stomach every time they passed Steve’s lips. He kissed him in way of answer, he could never fully express how much he loved him but he knew that Steve knew. Billy told him as often as he could but he also expressed it through his actions, anything and everything to keep Steve happy. Soon he was completely lost in him savouring every sound he made, every quiver in his body and how Steve’s body got tighter until he cried out as he came between them and Billy followed soon after.

Billy wrapped himself around Steve pulling him close to his chest as Steve caught his breath. He pulled his hand close pressing soft kisses to each finger until Steve sighed softly and melted against him.

#anon ask #harringrove #my writing #minors dni #top billy hargrove #bottom steve harrington #addams family au #debbie steve

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athys-obelia · 3 years

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so why did amnesiac!claude take as much time to bring back athy as he did?

(just what i think 😳😳)

i believe this is where we find the answer:

his word choice here is integral to understanding amnesiac!claude, because we aren't dealing with claude after he's raised athy. it's practically LP!claude all over again.

and even if diana may see giving birth as an act of love, claude sees it as a choice. it's her choosing someone else over him, which is why he considers it betrayal. that's what his life has been - the emperor choosing to favour anastacius, anastasius choosing to hate claude, penelope choosing to betray him. and diana, who has literally introduced him to unconditional and reciprocated love, has just done the exact same thing. diana has made a choice, and like everyone else's, it wasn't him.

in amnesia arc, we are being reintroduced to him as a character, and it's why it's so long - it's all his thoughts since he's met athy compressed into one arc.

he deals with athy the way LP!claude would, which makes sense. he wouldn't have kept someone by his side - the way everyone claims he has athy - if he didn't love them, and if they didn't love him back. and the "proof" that someone truly does love him, to claude, is the choice. the choice that everyone else failed in making. the idea that he chose athy - diana's child, the child that for all intents and purposes he planned on killing - for fourteen years and that she chose him back is quite ridiculous to him.

but that's what she's been doing all along, right?

...choosing him for her debutante, finding her happiness in going with him and not lucas or felix or ijekiel, and many more little instances like this. she's been choosing him for fourteen years, claude sees this especially when athy mentions she doesn't need to see diana because she has him (i'm pretty sure he was awake) - which is why incidents like this stopped happening:

even during the LP!timeline, athy has not given up on her father. despite having realised he will not accept her, she knows she would've died to keep jennette, his 'happy ending' alive. athanasia has unknowingly, in both timelines, become exactly what diana had hoped she would - his constant.

the one person who chooses him, over and over and over.

and what happens in LP!timeline? the moment he lets her go, pushes her away, he has no one. that happy ending is gone. i have no doubt that felix would never have stayed after athy's execution (despite being in the flashbacks of athy's birth, the massacre of ruby palace, he isn't present in the dream where claude is dying with anastacius in the shadows). he loses it all.

but here's the thing about him - despite everything, claude craves love. after being abused by his literal family, he accepts penelope yudit into his life. he may have held some positive sentiments towards her - especially after the neglect and humiliation he faced from his family and the noble court, there must've been some comfort in her presence. and she hurts him.

years later, we see claude letting diana in.

he's given away his heart twice and he knows he'll do it again, thus that portrait of penelope in his room to warn his future self. and really, after letting go of athy who poses such a threat to his heart, amnesiac!claude should feel relieved. at ease.

he isn't, though. his most trusted friend is telling him he had found love. that for the fourteen years he cannot recall, he was happy. amnesiac!claude is restless, and that desire to be wanted, chosen, is still fresh. the dream about diana puts it all into perspective. magic is not a cause, nor the effect. it is simply an aid, a catalyst. he could not have possibly forgotten diana had there been a symbol of her, of their love, right beside him - and now, chasing athy away has become a battle against his own mind. dreams cannot simply be conjured up, they are the work of the subconscious - and to deny the truth behind his safekeeping of her paintings, the protection spell on her, the chair in his office and athy's gardens, to deny all of this would be to lie to himself. so, he puts her through a final test:

and athy chooses him again.

this time, however, it isn't over felix or diana or lucas, athy has chosen claude over herself. over her safety. despite him publically denouncing her, despite an attempt on her life, she's made her choice.

it is a gamble, a risk, claude knows this. the courage to return can only be fueled by love - athanasia mentions she doesn't want to fall into his trap as well, but where does she end up, despite this fear? she returns to him, as she always does.

she doesn't pressure him. athy checks on claude everyday, advises him to keep his health a priority, she decorates his study with what I assume are lavender flowers (which are known to symbolise purity, devotion and serenity, and are given to convey a message of healing and love - spoon often plays with the symbolic significance of flowers in her panels) and despite her insecurity, invites jennette to the lake for his comfort. she stands in silent support, showing him that she will remain 'the constant'. it makes him want to remedy their relationship, understand the happiness she had apparently been giving him for years.

and so, he chooses her:

#claude: *in the midst of a successful healing process"#anastacius: ✨no✨#stop calling amnesia arc boring pls #i'll cry #there's and difference between 'boring' and 'consistent'#it's consistent characterisation 🖐️😤#who made me a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #wmmap #sbapod #athanasia #claude de alger obelia #diana of siodonna

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ilcaeryx · 3 years

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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm. “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life.

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #jjk #jjk reader insert

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