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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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HIS HEART!

DOUMA X F!READER! X ?

Summery: after being shut out of your abusive parents house in the cold, icy weather, you thought no one could save you or help you now. Oh how you thought wrong.

Warnings: This story contains strong, hurtful language. Such as cursing, names (like slut, bitch, useless), mention of some blood. Spoilers of season 3 and 2. This story had two alternative endings, so if you don't want it to end this way, you can read the other one! Alternative n2 is you get with s1 else so! I might change this up a bit later on, so keep your eyes peeled!! (Change as in adding more detail and dome heavy manga spoilers!) Enjoy!

"Get out you useless slut! Nobody wants you here!" Your father screamed. Your mother was beside him, her brown eyes glaring down at your weak frame. They hit you, beat you, and tied you to your room wall. They even taped your mouth shut to muffle your pained screams. Your father grits his teeth as he untied you and threw you out the door and slammed the door shut.

You had some major injuries. Like a stab in your hip, arm so close to dislocating, legs in cuts and bruises, and ankles burning from the harsh ropes. But you ran and ran. You panted, finding it hard to breathe, legs wobbling. Your mind is hazy and your legs were about to fail you, your eyes started close down, as the air around you seemed suffocating.

But just as you were about to collapse and never rise again, you fell into a muscular chest, almost warm, but then again, cold. Your head slowly twitched up, and your (e/c) got lost in this mysterious rainbow one, lashes long, creamy white hair framing this mysterious person's face.

"P..p-please h-help m..me.." you barely rasped out. You haven't got water in days, and it showed. Long fingers touched your face, long claws lightly scraped your smooth face. "It's okay my dear, just close your eyes." He whispered, his voice sounded welcoming, but it almost sounded evil, and it was like your mind was telling you to run and not close your eyes, but you obeyed his wishes and closed your eyes.

Your ears rang and you heard muffled voices, and you shifted a bit and opened your eyes, blinking repeatedly. After you opened your eyes, the voices stopped, and it slightly alarmed you. This isn't your dirty ceiling, it was more of a... clean one. You propped yourself on your elbows and held your head closing your eyes in pain. ow, you sure got a massive headache. "Ah! It seems like you've woken up!" The voice started you, and you shot your eyes open. There he sat, the mysterious guy. His white, unusual pale face, rainbow eyes, red top, and black drips coming down from it. His hat seemed to have the same pattern. His beige and baggy trousers matched his outfit.

"Wh..where am I?" You mumbled, eyes scanning the room. You looked down at your body, noticing the bandages. 'Looks like I've been treated, maybe this isn't a bad place.. maybe someone from the village took me in? He doesn't look like anyone I know from the village though..' You thought.

"You are in my home! Dont be afraid my dear beauty, I don't bite! Oh, how rude of me! I didn't even introduce myself!" He said, and chucked at his silliness. He got up from his seat and started walking over to you. "My name is Douma/Doma! What's your name, my darling?~" He cooed and ran his index finger along your chin. "(N-Name) (L/N).." you softly whispered.

'Ahh! She's so adorable! Not to mention a fine beauty! Way prettier than the girl I ate yesterday, and prettier than Daki! Hm~ maybe I won't eat her just yet..' Douma/Doma thought and grinned, showing his fangs. "Well then! You are now a part of my cult my dear!" He cheered. "...cult?" You questioned, tilting your head sideways. "Mhm!" He hummed. He didn't want to make you into a demon, but if he had to, he unfortunately would.

TIMESKIP!

It's been a few months now, and you've already warmed up to Douma/Doma. And now, you think you've fallen for him. He consistently treated you well, fed you, made sure you slept well, he made sure you had the best time with him. But the only thing was that he didn't take you out in the daytime, which made you question it, but quickly shut the thought down and just thought that he was busy during the daytime.

But recently, a new woman came in and he had taken an obvious liking to her. Seemingly, according to Douma/Doma, she had previously been in an abusive relationship with her husband while she was pregnant, her name was. Kotoha Hashibira.

And honestly, she was a kind and lovely woman, but you were jealous. You fear that Douma/Doma liked her better than you, and you could see that she had taken a liking to him, and he did too. He's more around her ever since she gave birth to her baby, Inosuke. He looked so adorable, you even got to hold him. "I think he likes you!" Kotoha giggled, her smile was genuine and warm, maybe Douma did deserve her.

You closed the shoji door gently and flopped onto your futon as tears slipped from your eyes. You covered your body in your duvet and hid your face with your hands. After all the times you spent with him, he loves her now. You loved Douma and Kotoha, you did and you tried to suck it up and face reality but it hurts, it hurts seeing your saviour, the one who saved you, the one who took care of you, the one you loved being with another woman.

You sniffed before setting your plan in your head to talk to him about it. You slid the door open and walked down the hallway you'd walked down for the millionth time, only to see Kotoha running with Inosuke in her arms, her facial expression showed that she was genuinely terrified, horrified. After Kotoha ran past, a few seconds later Douma almost flew past. "Lord Douma! I need to speak with you!" You said, but he only snapped his head back at you, his gorgeous, breathtaking eyes, now have some writing in them. Uppermoon Two. Uppermoon two? What does that mean? Your eyes adverted over down to his face, around his mouth. ..human blood? That would explain the pale skin and the fangs.

But he only ran in the same direction Kotoha had run. His head makes a mental note to deal with you later. You widened your eyes. Sure, you had a few thoughts run through your head when you met him. He was pale, he had razor-sharp nails, not the kind of nails humans would, and he had fangs, it was unusual to have multiple colours in your eyes like him, but you never questioned it because, after all, he did save you.

After they both left, you went back into your room, completely speechless. You didn't comprehend what to do. You've heard stories from the town about demons.

Alternative ending n1: if you stayed.

You decided to stay, after all, your heart beats, and pounds when he's near, and your body just couldn't move an inch towards the door to escape. After all, he did 'save' you.

You heard light footsteps coming to your door, the same familiar light steps, he took. The loud knocks rang throughout the room, making you shiver. "My darling~? May I come in~?" He sang, you rasped out a somewhat affirmative and the door slid open revealing Douma himself.

He closed the door and slowly walked over to you. "Hm. I guess it's not a secret anymore huh?~" He cooed. He put his right hand under your chin and put his face closer to yours. "Say.. instead of being a weak human.. why don't you come and join me, my dear.. we can live together forever! I won't let anything happen to you. you can be my forever bride! Maybe even be an upper moon alongside me! Come with me, come with me..." He chanted. You couldn't give in. Youu couldn't.. oh who were you kidding? Of course, you were gonna give in to him, you loved him.

"I... I will come with you, Lord Douma.." you said, which made him laugh in pleasure, grinning widening his eyes, which made him long a little crazy.

He stuck his finger in your neck, pumping his blood in you. After a good portion, he put his finger out. The blood affected you, and it was obvious. The blood made you choke and hold your throat, and you passed out.

You opened your eyes, wincing at the light. But Douma quickly stuck his head in your vision, his smiling face looking down at you. "My oh my! You look more beautiful than before! Akaza is going to be so jealous! Do you know who Akaza is? He's my best friend! Even though he doesn't show it, I know he label's me as his best friend too! But I think he's just so moody because he was an upper moon before me, but I'm still ranked above him!" He ranted, and you tilted your head.

"What's an uppermoon?" You questioned, and he answered you, and you both talked all night. "Say, wanna go out for some dinner, I heard your stomach rumbling!~" He teased, which made you blush and nod.

Eventually, you flew passed all the ranks and were officially upper moon two, alongside Douma, just like he said. Muzan had liked your strength and confidence, so, he let you be upper moon two.

"Ah, it seems like you are here too, akaza-san!" You said, you and akaza were in the infinity fortress, which could only mean one thing, a uppermoon has fallen. "I guess.." akaza said, eyes trailing around the castle. You got startled when you felt something on your back, which made you glance behind you, but shook off the tense feeling when you saw Douma'a gorgeous face.

"Hello, my dear! I wonder what happened." He trailed off and nuzzled his face in your neck, and you saw from the corner of your eye to see akaza fake gagging. You saw a vase in the corner, and you almost forgot who it was when it started shaking. That was when Gyokko, uppermoon five came out, also the one who smelt like fish.

"Oi! Biwa woman! Where are Kokushibo and Lord muzan?" Akaza yelled. "I summoned Kokushibo here first, he has been listening to your conversation. And muzan will come in shortly."

During the meeting, Gyokko had mentioned something about how he knew something but wasn't sure of it, and that had scintillated you and Douma's attention, so after the meeting, you two tried to talk to him.

"Gyokko~ can you pleeaassseee tell me? I promise to treat you after~!" You poked fun at, trying to get him to take the bait. Gyokko blushed before shaking his head. "I'm not telling you (Name!)" He yelled. And that's when Douma picked his head up and asked him, which he denied.

Suddenly, Akaza came up behind Douma and hit him, causing his face to fall apart. But he regenerated in a blink of an eye and grinned. "Oi! Akaza! Hit him again and I swear to god-" "now now now (name!) Play nice! We were just playing! After all, he's just jealous!" He said and laughed, making a vein pop out of his head. "Why you-" He yelled, ready to land a good hard punch on him, but that's when Kokushibo came in.

"Akaza." He said, a place with Kokushibo is always intimidating and always has tension. You've always admired him, for his strength and his seriousness. You admit you get a small shiver down your back, and it seems like Akaza had visibly shaken.

While that was all happening, you saw Gyokko trying to slip away. "Biwa lady! Teleport me to the place with Hantengu!" "OI!" But it was too late, he had evaporated, along with the demon. And it seemed like everyone disappeared too, well, except Douma of course, he would never leave you. The strum of the Biwa had sent you back to your home with Douma, in a specific position, you were sat on his lap, making you blush violently. He brushed his hands on your thighs, trailing down further. "Say.. how about we have some alone time?" He grinned, and you agreed.

Alternative ending n2: if you escaped.

As Kotoha passed by, she managed to catch a glimpse of you and she mouthed, 'Run'. You trusted her, and you misjudged her. And so you ran back to your room before Douma caught sight of you and started packing your important stuff before running out the other door, in the other direction. You thought he was a demon, after all, you saw him feasting on a human, and you saw his eyes, which had 'Uppermoon Two' written in them. You realised that he didn't 'save' you, the only thing he saved you from was himself, he waited for the perfect time to eat you. So, you had no choice but to run, it was a good chance anyways since he'd always had an eye on you.

You ran and ran, and ran, keep running, you chanted, run run run run, and you paused for a break. You panted before looking up. You saw a man, he had white hair, he turned around, his purple eyes widening at your frame. "Oi! You there! What are you doing?!" He yelled. You ran over to him.

"I'm (Name) L/N! I have a long story but please can we go somewhere else!? A demon is going to be looking for me and eat me!" "I'll take care of him for you." "NO DON'T! HE'S AN UPPERMOON TWO!" You screamed. He was shocked. He doesn't know who you are, and you don't know who he is. You don't seem to be in the demon Slayer Corps, so how do you know what a uppermoon is? After he heard uppermoon, uppermoon two to be exact, he knew it would be dangerous, especially since he didn't prepare, and he was injured, plus, it wouldn't calm you down if he waited for the demon to come over.

"Fine, come with me." He grumbled he grabbed your hand and started sprinting. You could see that he was way faster than you since he was dragging you.

"Where are we going?" You asked. "We're going to the Demon slayer corps, but it's too far away, so we'll have to get a place to stay for the night before going again. But tomorrow we'll be there." He said sternly. He seemed to take the job seriously. You took in his appearance. His hair was all messed up, scars roamed everywhere on his body, and there was no blank place on his body where a scar can't be seen, 'he must've been a tough and brave fighter', you thought. His uniform showed his buff chest, making you blush a bit. He had white sleeves, he lifted his hand to itch his face, noticing how they were scars on his arms too. He had a white belt with trousers. But the two things that popped out for you were that he had a unique sword, and you assumed it was for a demon, and the other thing was that.... he had no eyebrows. But you didn't mind.

"Oi! Stop staring at me, it's getting creepy!" He scolded you, and you jumped and blushed. He was handsome, you had to admit. "So... um... what's your name?" You asked, you wanted to be friends with him.. possibly even more.

"Sanemi Shinazugawa." He said, he didn't even ask for yours but you said it anyways. "My name is (Name) L/N! Nice to meet you!" "Yeah I know, you said it already." He grumbled and rolled his eyes. You looked down and realised he was still holding your hand, but his hands felt warm, so you didn't complain.

"So what happened?" He asked after a few minutes of walking in the village. "I'll tell you later." You mumbled, he understood, they're were people everywhere so explaining your life story with people listening wasn't the best idea.

After you two got to the place where you two were staying, you started explaining. He was listening well, and centralized.

After you finished explaining, it was silent for a few seconds before he asked you a few more questions. He told you it's best if you bathe and prepare for the next day, so you did.

"hah?! There's only one bed?!" Sanemi yelled and you blushed. "I can sleep on the floor if you want?" "Okay" He mumbled and you smiled. You walked over to the bed and grabbed the spare pillow and blanket and lay on the floor.

"I didn't mean literally, you idiot." He mumbled, but you were that tired you didn't even hear what he said since you were fast asleep. He grumbled before putting his hands under your knees and back and lifting your body onto the futon. "Tch.. silly woman.." He mumbled to himself and fell asleep.

The sun shone brightly through the window. You yawned and opened your eyes. Another day yet again. You got up and did your usual stuff, like brushing your hair, and your teeth and changing out of your pyjamas. It seemed Sanemi still hasn't woken yet, and the earlier we are, the closer we are to safety.

"Shinazugawa! Wake up!" You said, lightly shaking him. You sighed, he must be a deep sleeper. "SHINAZUGAWA!!" You yelled and he woke up startled. "OI! WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!" "TO WAKE YOU UP FOR FUCKS SAKE??"

(You'd swear that the people next door to you is pissed and reporting you and sanemi to you to the staff.)

After that lazy ass Sanemi, got up and did what was necessary, you two hit the road again. "Hey, what age are you?" "19." (Let's pretend he is in my au 💋) "Wow! I'm 18! Our ages are so close!" You squealed and Sanemi just looked at you dumbfounded.

Finally, after you got to the Demon Slayer Corps, he dragged you over to some man called, 'Kagaya Ubuyashiki's estate.'

"Hello my dear child, welcome back. How was your journey?... It seems another presence is in the room. Who is this person, my child?" He softly questioned. Sanemi explained who you were and your story to you. Kagaya nodded his head in understanding.

"Well then, Welcome to the Demon Slayer Corps, (Name) L/N."

Timeskip!

Two years ago you were promoted as the ' Wisteria Pillar.' You helped Shinobu with her poisons and meditation for patients. You were happy with your job, as a hashira, and as a nurse.

"Oi! (Name)! Wanna go to the town?" Sanemi asked, and you nodded your head eagerly. You've taken a great liking to Sanemi, and you hoped he did too. You hid your sword under your lilac haori and tried not to scare the people in the village not far.

You and Sanemi went from market to market, but one, in particular, caught your gaze. "Hey hey hey 'Nemi! Look at this! This matches your eyes!" You squealed. It was a cute bracelet that had some shades of purple and some charms on it was white.

"'Nemi I'm gonna make you wear this!" "I'm not gonna wear that stupid band around my wrist." He said and rolled his eyes. "Please please please ~ ill get one for me too to match you!" "Tsk... fine.." He grumbled and your giggles and paid for the two bracelets. You slipped it on his wrist and wore yours too. "Ahh!! We're like twins!" "Don't be silly 🙄" "Hey! 😟😔" Then he ruffled your hair, messing it up. "C'mon, slow poke." He teased and you ran at him and clung to him.

"Oi (name) I gotta tell ya somethin." Sanemi called. "Yeah? What is it?" You smiled. You gave him the smile that made him smile. Not a crazy smile he gives demons before slaughtering them, the loving smile.

"I-... fucks sake.. um... I- UGH I LIKE YOU, DUMBASS!!!" He screamed. You wore a shocked face, totally not expecting that. "Well?! DON'T JUST GIVE ME THAT SHOCKED FACE AND ANSWER ME!" He yelled at you, again. You giggled at him. You were happy he wasn't gonna give you some corny thing and went straight to the point. It was Sanemi Shinazugawa after all.

"Oi oi oi oi, why are you laughing you punk-" "I like you too idiot!" You squealed. The tips of his ears were pink before, now his ears were red and so was his face, now he was the one who wore a shocked expression, totally not expecting that. You grabbed his hands and leaned close to his face, making him redder than Giyuu's red side of his haori. Sanemi went back into reality since he put his hand at the back of your head and pushed it, making his and your lips connect. It was like fireworks exploding in your stomach, it felt amazing. When you disconnected from him, your lips tingled. You blushed and kissed him on the cheek.

"Let's go back, yeah?" "Okie!!"

"Oi! Shinazugawa! W-wh.HAH.. where did you get your bracelet?" Tengen teased, trying to tease him through laughs. "YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT YOU FLASHY RETARD?!" Sanemi yelled and Tengen put his hands up in defence. Sanemi turned around and smiled at the memory. You were all his, and he was all yours. Maybe just maybe, if you two make it out alive, he would marry you and love you until the day you two die, and that's a promise in his heart.

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racoonpookiedepartment · 6 months

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My “Kinktober” day 3

Chris’s Accident (hands + uniform)

Chris Redfield was a soldier working for the BSAA, while he was an extremely strong soldier, he was also very angry almost all the time.

it was easy for him to quickly get frustrated, you were his assigned (Male) nurse and you saw him in every emotion there was

You've seen him when he was upset, when he was angry, when he was sad, when he was confused and mostly when he was in heat, you'd always know because of the puppy eyes he'd give you at certain positions

Besides that he would always make sly flirty comments about how he loved seeing you in your uniform and whenever you had to be handsy, he always complimented your hands. He would go on and on about how soft they were and how much he liked when you touched him.

Chris was very simple, for almost any problem he had, he would vent to you about things that upset him and even when he was angry. It was just being close friends with him. but to him it meant much more, you didn't realize it until you started to see how he was reacting recently.

he started to come in for the smallest of injuries, even coming just for "check up" you got the feeling that he did it on purpose because he knew you'd have to touch him all over to find his “injury”

he came in again for a small injury and you knew you were about to get a wild story from how he walked in, his face was already red with anger. He came into the room and closed the door behind him. You listened to him rant and you patch up some scrape he got, and after he was done you asked if he had anything else that needed to be checked. He had a bad fall and wanted you to check his thigh for a bruise.

as he stood up and you kneeled to unbuckled his pants, you glanced upwards and Chris looked away with red cheeks. you pulled down his pants and even as he was soft there was a large bulge in his boxers, you had to stay professional so you didn't comment on it

"ok this might sting" you warn, you gently rub up and down his left leg, he had no reaction. you switch over to the right side and he grunts when your hand passes over his right thigh

"fuck, be gentle would you?" he suggested,

"i did tell you it might sting" you reply, you grab some solution and take some of it into your hand

"this will be cold, but you'll feel better ok?" you warn, chris nods

"Just go slow ok?" he asks, you nod in agreement and slowly rub the sore spot on his thigh, you expected him to curse and maybe even grip onto something but, he reacted much differently. he grunted, but not the pain kind, the gratifying kind

"dont stop.. fuck" he muttered under his breath

"Feeling better already?" you ask sarcastically

"much...better" he replied breathily, you couldn't not notice but he was getting hard, you were inches away from his crotch afterall. he looked down when he noticed that you noticed his boner, he quickly put his hands over it and turned out of embarrassment

"s- sorry, i didn't mean to do that" he muttered

"its fine, not the first time that's happened" you reassured, he turned back when you said that though

"Wait really? who?" he asked, you didn't expect him to get possesive about that

"well, half the people that come through here" you reply, chris turned back around

"so.. you don't mind?" he asks

"not at all" you state, you realized you were still on your knees and changed your position

"can i ask you something then?" he questioned

"Sure, what is it?" you reply, you got seated in your chair and chris on the examining bed. a few seconds passed before he spoke again, he twiddled his fingers and took a breathe before asking

"am i.. am i the biggest?" he asked, the question caught you off guard you even choked on your drink

"I'm sorry, the biggest what?" you asked

"am i the biggest bulge you've seen?" he asked, you were thinking of how to professionally answer the question without losing your job

"Well, i can't accurately comment on your.. size, since it's only a bulge" you reply

"want to see it accurately then?" he asked with a smirk, unfortunately while on the clock you have to decline.

"i.. How about we finish helping your thigh, we can continue this conversation another time" you state firmly, Chris sighs in disappointment and stands back up. you go back to rubbing the cold solution on his thigh and him grunting at the feeling, this time you notice a wet spot growing at the height of the bulge and chris was shuddering slightly, you stopped rubbing on the solution and just looked up at chris, his eyes were wide shut like he was concentrating.

"Chris?" you called, you were thinking off a few reasons why he was shuddering and none of them were good.

"Hey.. why'd you stop?" he asked when he opened his eyes to see yours peering back his bulge jumped.

"Chris i can't continue the procedure like this- your sentence was cut off by him pleading

"no no, please don't stop, please" he begged

"i.. okay" you didn't have much to say, so you do as Chris asked and keep rubbing his thigh.

Chris's groaning got harsh and the wet spot only got worse, there was a rule that you were allowed to "take care" of a patient if their erection was in their way, so you did just that.

Chris threw his head back immediately when he felt your cold hands wrap around his thickness

"Fuck.. fu- ng FUCK" he groaned as he painted your face, you didnt expect him to shoot that hard from just rubbing his thigh.

"Sorry I didn't mean to… Cum on you like that" he apologized, you couldn't really respond with how his fluids were all over your face but you waved it off. You did open your mouth to speak but some of the fluids dropping into your mouth stopped from speaking

Chris took notice and smirked. He was getting softer but he was still dripping, you found yourself licking at every drop that would slip down to your lips and you couldn't stop

“Taste good?” chris asked with a smirk, you reluctantly nodded

“Open wide, you get the last drop” he stated, you opened up your mouth and Chris squeezed the last drop of cum out of his cock and it dripped onto your tongue. After you swallowed Chris smirked again

“We should do this more often” he offered

#chris redfield #Redfield #male reader #Chris Redfield x male reader #bad #kinktober

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modernsapphicism · 2 days

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I have made mistakes, I continue to make them

Summary: Of all the things that Janis had predicted how this little stunt of theirs would end, Regina George being hit hy a bus wasn't one of them. Suddenly, all the overwhelming feelings she had buried deep down all those years ago comes resurfacing all at once over the sight of seeing the person she once called her best friend lying on the ground, helplessly bloodied and bruised. Something that Janis didn't think she would ever witness in her lifetime. Or, Janis' experience throughout the bus incident.

Warning(s): Just a little angst

Janis didn't see it. Somehow she wish she saw so she could've done something, anything.

She was being swallowed by the crowd, too hyped up by the moment to notice the giant yellow bus that came hurdling towards Regina. The blood-curdling screams of the students made her hyperaware of the surrounding and the next thing she knew, the bus had stopped and Regina was on the ground, a few feet away from where she was last seen standing in front of Cady.

The whole school was in shock of what happened, the red-head more than the rest of the students behind her, knowing full well she was in the front-row of the accident. Cady wasn't moving, most likely from the shock. She just stared at Regina's body with tears running down her cheeks. This wasn't supposed to happen.

It all came so fast and so slow at the same time. Janis doesn't remember much details from that moment but she does remember screaming and running towards Regina. No one has moved an inch and there was a student on the ground, bleeding out. Janis was seething with anger mixed with sorrow.

Janis ran and screamed. She screamed to the crowd to get the teachers, get the principal, to just fucking get anybody while she hurriedly settles down next to Regina's body, desperately wanting to touch the blonde, to cradle her, but refused to do so in order to avoid hurting her any further.

She looked down even with tears slightly blurring her vision and sees Regina bloody and bruised and dirty from all the dust and dirt of the road. She sees red splotches mixed with dirt and debris of the road, some few gashes from the inmpact and scraped skin from the rough road. Regina's eyes were barely open and was threatening to close any minute. Janis kept talking to her.

Regina stay with me, help is coming.

Don't you fucking dare close your eyes.

Fuck, Regina. Dont' you fucking dare go.

Regina, dont go...

Regina, stay, please...

Regina, I'm sorry...

And with the last words uttered, Regina's eyes fluttered to a close and Janis was terrified.

The next thing she knew, Janis was being dragged away by a teacher. It didn't even register to her that an ambulance had came and every adult in the whole school had come out of the building and surrounded the scene.

She didn't want to leave her friend's side so the best thing Janis could do was to scream and run once again. She managed to slip out of the teacher's grasp on her arm and ran towards Regina who was being assisted by the paramedics. It didnt last long until she was caught by Mr.Rapp and Mrs. Norbury, their grip strong but not hurting.

She flailed around, kicking and screaming, doing everything she can to escape their hold on her but any attempt was useless. Her body was slowly shutting down as well. Tears are still streaming down her cheeks and she sobbed uncontrollably. Mrs. Norbury kept talking to her, saying that it wouldn't do any good for anyone if Janis kept screaming at the people trying to help Regina. Her voice was almost a whisper but somehow Janis registered the words despite the blaring sounds of the ambulance, the chattering of the people standing by, and the sobs of some students. Janis resigns all her attempts and stands limply while being supported by the teacher, Mr. Rapp now standing a few feet beside her, and Mrs. Norbury still holding Janis by the shoulder and her back, this time her grip wasn't meant to stop her, but rather to at least comfort the student.

A second later, a car pulls up on the scene, revealing Mrs. George, frantic and devastated. Janis hears her shouting at Mr. Duvall, asking questions to him, the paramedics, and the police, to whoever would answer her questions of How did you let this happen? Who's responsible? Where is my daughter? Will my daughter be okay?

This was one of the few moments she saw Mrs. George act like an actual parent. Despite her flaws, Janis knew that Mrs. George cares and loves her daughter a lot. Regina was her mother's everything. Janis' heart sank at the scene.

That was the last moment Janis could clearly recall before her mind blacked out.

Janis didn't even know how she came home that day. She was told that her mom had picked her up and drover her home. She was allowed to take a few days off of school to process what happened. The whole class was permitted to take some time off just to sort everything out.

Few hours later, the news broke out that Regina had died for fifteen seconds but was luckily revived. The surgery was successful but she was still in a coma.

Janis stayed in bed all week, barely moving and barely eating.

Damian had texted her just to check if she was doing okay. Janis didn't have the energy to respond and left him on read.

The next day, Damian came over. Janis couldn't hold it in anymore at the sight of her best friend. She blamed herself for everything and sobbed all night.

She shouldn't have started this whole revenge party. She only wanted Regina to get a taste of her own medicine, not whatever nightmare this is.

#regina george #janis 'imi'ike #rejanis #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #no beta fr we get hit by a bus like reggie #dribble drabble

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 2 years

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I just read your jeremy thirst and oh my god its so good, imagine if dion would take a liking towards them tho💀, and i hope that you're doing well and dont forget to drink water! Love u <33

i mean, knowing that dion was prone to doing anything to get under roxanne's skin as seen in the manhwa, and had even pissed jeremy off. jeremy is also shown to harbor distaste for dion, so he'd probably just take his time in toying with you and leaving behind very noticeable and burning hickies and bites, knowing damn well that it'll just only piss off his younger brother even more.

also big fat warning, bc it's fucking dion, and anyone who's read the manhwa or novel knows that anything this man does is enough to put him on the fbi's watchlist,,

dion's vision burns at the sight of you. the sight of your body trembling underneath his touch, like a little rabbit about to be devoured by a wolf. it's cute, amusing, and thrilling.

he likes toying around with you, loves taunting you with the idea of hope before crushing it with his bare hands. the faces that you make when he tugs and tugs on the chain to your collar, courtesy of jeremy, makes something in him burn. now he can understand why that brat kept you around, not even bothering to tear you apart to expose your insides to depraved eyes or let his pets have a new snack.

" ghhkー! sーstop!" you choke and heave when he finally stops tugging on the damn chain, ignoring the way his red eyes bore and burn into youーit's so fucking disgusting. drool leaks out from your mouth as if you were a rabid dog, but you've learned to not really care about that anymore. well, you do, but it's not like it matters, not right now.

"ー!" your breath chokes in your throat when movement from the corner of your eyes catches your attention. dion crouches down in front of you, one knee down as if proposingーheh, how funnyー and his big hands reach for your neck. your crushed and bruised windpipe.

" stー!" the words die in your mouth as his fingers graze the back of the collar, before the sound of metal clinking against each other. you grunt as it begins to loosen, only squeezing onceーbarely. an imprisoned breath flows from your parted lips as the collar falls to the cold floor with a loud and metallic clunk.

" aーah.." you hadn't realized how long it'd been since the collar had been removed, no thanks to jeremy and his attempts to make you look at him, perhaps to fill that void of love he could never have. but the most the damn brat could do was just push and push, frustration only growing at your defiance.

" ... " dion stays quiet, watching as you weakly squeeze and grope at your throat, heavily breathing at the lack of a constrictive hold. you don't even know why he's here in the first placeーto just kill off whatever remained of you? why, you were already on the verge of giving up anyway, so whyー?

" your neck." you jolt when his deep voice, now like death to your ears, speaks up after a prolonged silence from him. " it's healed." just that blunt statement is enough to shake your very core.

he knows, you knowーthe possessive and frequent indents left behind are gone. it's obvious why he knows, no thanks to jeremy having paraded you around like a trophy to anyone willing to spare a glance. and dion, unfortunately, had been one to have seen you.

dion pushes forward, bloody red eyes boring so deep into yours that they're beginning to feel like daggers digging and scraping inside your cranium. his face is uncomfortably close to yours, and if this were under different circumstances, a different life perhaps, you would've found him to be handsome. but he's nothing but another demon to torment and make you cry until your very being breaks.

a choked breath that's akin to a sob breaks free when dion's hands suddenly grip your wrists, holding them with such force that you're sure bruises are already forming. you can't even protest or get a word in edgeways because before you can even make a noise, dion's scorching hot breath fans across your skin, burning like a desert wind.

" stoー" those killed words feel like poison on your lips as dion's lips trace and press against your neck, and you momentarily freeze up. it ticklesーa shudder breaks through your body as you try to lean away, but to little avail. dion won't let go.

" right here." he breathes, and you feel his now open mouth begin to nibble at the dip of your collarboneーgently, like a curious first bite. but where he nibbled, he devoured.

" ghhー! mmnhh..!" biting your lip, you just clench your eyes shut tightly as dion's teeth sink into the flesh of your collarbone, digging and pressing deep enough to draw blood. it feels less like a human biting you and more like a monster savoring its meal, enjoying how its prey drowned in despair.

no matter how much you push back against him, it's utterly uselessーhe's an agriche, this sort of struggle is nothing more than a measly insect being crushed underfoot for him. but it's better than just sitting there and letting it happen. you feel like puking from the sheer pain and utter humiliation assaulting you.

your nails can't even reach far enough to lash at him, so instead, you dig them into the flat of your palm, hard enough to break and pierce the skin. but you don't care, the pain will be uncomfortable, yes, but it would be better than to focus on dion's bites across your skin.

seeming satisfied, or perhaps bored with just bites, dion begins to suck and lick at the wounds, wetly and horribly loving every inch of bruised skin.

" mmnhh...sーshit...unnhh..!" and what's worse is that it feels somewhat good, despite the horrible pain left behind by that damn bastard's teeth. it's enough to make your head spin and your cheeks growing hotter with each passing second of his mouth on your skin. " d...ion...stoー"

he doesn't, dion doesn't stop. he just keeps going, now occasionally pressing kisses in between each new hickey he makes across your skin, like paint across a canvas. it's becoming too much, too overwhelming and you feel like you're gonna pass out if he doesn't stop.

" stop struggling. just accept it." when dion finally pulls away, he's no longer stoic. he's smiling, smugly like he's just won a new trophy. but it terrifies you, and you feel like crying, but hold it in. he wants you to cry and see your puffy eyes dewy with tears as you beg for an end to his physical love.

" so just let it happen." his eyes drift down to your lips, and you feel a part of you die on the inside.

#lati thirsts #tw yandere #dion agriche x reader #manhwa x reader #yandere dion agriche

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holyklover · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering where the endeavor x childhood friend story was posted? I dont see it on here, It may just be my eyes or something but im sorry for the inconvenience 😭

Hiii! So for some reason, it's not appearing on my blog (;-;) so I'll use your ask to repost it! Thank you so much for your interest in my little story.

Ageless bios/MDNI!! tags: oral sex, vaginal fingering cw: blood

"Enji! Are you alright?" you had barked from his side. It had been a close call with the LOV before they managed to dash off before any arrests could be made. The scrap left your childhood friend Enji a mess of bruises and blood. Enji Todoroki may have been your oldest and dearest confidant but unfortunately for you, never your lover. That didn’t stop the pinning after him secretly. You couldn’t help but take glances at his musculature and rugged good looks when the opportunity presented itself, even now as he stood up from the debris and dusted himself off.

"S'fine, (hero name), but we need to regroup and get to tracking their location. Midnight, head back to base and see what you can dig up on their whereabouts." Unphased from the damage he had received, he continued to shoot off directions to various pro-heroes to either get to work or return home to recuperate in private.

It was now only you two left at the site of the wreckage. You noted the blood dripping down the side of Enji's plush lips and had to speak up.

"My place is closer Jiji, let's head to there so I can patch you up?" You offered, taking note of the look he directed at you that said he had no plans for the sort of thing. You frowned ."Please."

Enji exhaled. "Y'know, you've been doing this thing since we were kids, always over-reacting to any and everything." You knew he was just frustrated at the loss you all had taken but it didn't make the words sting less .Yet, you weren't kids anymore and you found it in yourself to speak up.

"Dammit, let me take care of you, idiot. You're not going to be the #1 hero for much longer if you loose all your blood!" Enji's head snapped back at your words and you saw something had shifted in his eyes as and he understood the truth to your words. After heavy silence he finally spoke.

"Let's go

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Enji hissed as you dabbed ointment at a scrape on his face. Being honest with yourself, sitting so close to him made your heart leap up into your throat. He was imposing from far away but up close he would be downright terrifying to the right villain.

"...And you've always been a big baby." You laughed at Enji's grimace.

"Y/N, your bedside manner needs work. A lot of it." You playfully swatted at him.

Enji looked down at the ground. You had leaned into him, the soft curvature of your breast pushing into his pec. You immediately took notice and apologized, embarrassed.

"I'm...not bothered by it."

What?

"What do you mean by that? Though your head were swirling in confusion, you suddenly felt daring. You nearly lost your life in tonight's battle and it made you realize that if you didn't grab the bull by the horns now, you may never get to the bottom of what you and Enji could be.

He looked up into your eyes and gently touched your wrist.

"I'm not bothered when you touch me." Your face grew hot. Was this really happening? Or were you misreading the situation? The answer to your question became evident with what Enji did.

He had kissed you. Full-on-tongue-in-mouth kissed you. And it felt good. His deft tongue danced with yours. He slowly trailed his hands into your locks bringing your head closer to his.

After what felt like blissful eternity the kiss was broken. Both feeling overcome with various emotions, you stared down at each other's chest, heads pressed together. You weren't concerned with speaking right now and wanted to bask in the acetalization of your biggest hope. After some time, it was you who broke the silence.

"I've been wanting to do that for the last couple of years." Enji chuckled. "Would you be up for something a little more?" He asked maneuvering a hand over your breast. Your response was swallowed up in his kiss. You could drink this man whole you swore as your found your pussy begin to throb under his expertise.

Making light of your frame he picked you up and carried you into his bedroom. He placed you on to the bed and climbed on top of you in one sweeping motion. Without breaking the kiss he managed to remove your bottom clothing and cupped his hand over your drenched core and eased a finger in.

Despite your best efforts, you could not stifle the moan that escaped your lips into his and this only spurned him on. He inched another finger into you and his ring finger's ministrations against your g-spot grew heavier.

Enji rose up to remove his clothing before folding in half over the bed. He brought you down by pulling lightly on your legs before placing his head between your dewy thighs and getting to work on tasting you. You had long ago lost the battle of composure and were audibly moaning and gasping as you twisted in his large hands

"Fuck, you taste good," he managed between suctioning your clit. Putty in his hands you begged him to keep going as you grabbed his hair and rammed him deeper into your pussy.

"You're so beautiful.' he called out from between your thighs.

You two were in heaven and stayed like that for many more hours to come.

#childhood friend! endeavor #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki smut #enji todoroki x yn #enji todoroki x y/n #endeavor smut #enji todoroki x you #holywrites

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youngpettyqueen · 11 months

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For the Hurt/Comfort Dialogue: "I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!" Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable Charleshawk, please! 💜

ALRIIIIIIGHT this one was very hard to write for some reason but I finally got something im satisfied with. I tried to go for shorter here, but I dont think that quite worked. whoops

The ground shakes as another shell strikes earth somewhere far too close. Charles very nearly pitches over onto Hawkeye, catching himself by bracing one hand against the rickety wall. Hawkeye groans painfully and Charles does his best to ease himself off quickly, relaxing the pressure he’s putting against the wound in Hawkeye’s temple but still keeping his hand in place.

“Sorry, sorry.” He bites out. These are hardly ideal circumstances for first aid; battalion aid is a night mare on a good day, but the shelling is so close it’s managing to make everything much more difficult. The walls and ceiling shake with every explosion, cascading dust on their heads and covering everything in an additional layer of dirt and dust on top of the usual grime, and it’s nearly impossible for him to keep his balance. Still, he has a job to do.

Charles eases some of the pressure off the surgical sponge he’s holding to Hawkeye’s temple, checking the damage underneath. Hawkeye’s skin is smeared red with blood, and there’s an angry bruise already forming around the still-weeping scrape in his temple. Charles carefully dabs at the fresh blood that beads there, before going back to maintaining steady pressure.

Hawkeye winces, his face screwing up in pain. Charles notices his teeth are painted red- he must’ve bitten his tongue, or the inside of his cheek. He’ll have to check later. For now, the head wound is his priority. The bleeding has slowed significantly in only a few minutes, which means he likely won’t have to do stitches, but that’s a small relief when there’s a very real possibility that Hawkeye’s skull might be fractured.

All it took was one shell that hit a bit too close. The explosion shook the entire station, threw everyone standing to the ground, left Charles with his ears ringing. He managed to wobble up on unsteady legs, shaky from the shock, only to feel his heart stop dead when he saw Hawkeye crumpled in a heap on the ground, disoriented and weak, blood weeping down his face. He pulled Hawkeye over to the nearest wall and got him braced against it, giving him easier access to administer first aid.

Charles didn’t see exactly what happened, but he can put the pieces together based on their environment. His best guess is that when Hawkeye got knocked off his feet by the explosion, he bashed his head against the operating table he was standing by. Luckily he hadn’t sliced himself open on an edge. Luckily he hadn’t broken his bloody neck.

“If I ask you questions, do you think you can answer them?” He asks.

“I’m concussed,” Hawkeye informs him bluntly, apparently seeing what he's getting at, “But… sure.” He agrees.

Charles is inclined to agree with that diagnosis. In fact, he’s hoping that’s all it is. Still, he has to check. “Right,” He says. “Do you remember what you were doing right before you hit your head?”

Hawkeye squeezes his eyes shut, focusing. “…Shell went off,” He manages to recall, “Close by. But… nothing after that,” He admits, opening his eyes again, “Goes all black.”

Charles nods. At least he remembers that much. “Do you know the date?”

“Not even on a good day.” Hawkeye replies.

“The year, then.” Charles prompts.

Hawkeye has to think about it for a moment, before he answers, “1952.”

“Correct,” Charles tells him, “How about the month?”

“Shit,” Hawkeye mutters quietly, eyes searching the ceiling like it might hold the answers, “Ah… June?”

“July,” Charles corrects him. Not the most damning answer, seeing as it's only the 2nd, but still not ideal, “Do you know where you are?” He continues.

Hawkeye looks around, squinting. “Not… the 4077,” He replies, though he sounds uncertain about it, “It’s… it’s Korea, but not… the 4077. I can’t…” He grimaces, squeezing his eyes shut again, “I can’t remember.”

“That’s alright,” Charles murmurs. He checks under the sponge again. The beading of new blood is delayed, “Can you follow this?” He brings his free hand in front of Hawkeye's face and holds up a finger, moves it slowly from side to side and watches Hawkeye try to track it with his eyes. He’s squinting painfully, and there’s a definite struggle to keep up before he shuts his eyes again, “Any dizziness, nausea? How’s your headache?” He asks.

“Yes, yes, and bad,” Hawkeye tells him, not opening his eyes, “If you make me do that again, I’m gonna throw up on you.” He warns.

“I don’t need to,” Charles assures him, “I think you were right- seems like a concussion,” He takes the sponge away from Hawkeye’s temple and tosses it aside, “I won’t be able to check for any fractures until we return to camp and I can get you x-rayed. For now, I still need to clean and dress that wound.” He explains.

Hawkeye’s eyes widen slightly. It’s probably the most alarm he’s capable of displaying at present. “You sure you can’t just let me lay here and bleed?” He asks, “I don’t… I don’t mind bleeding. ’S not so bad, really.” He tries.

Charles rummages through his bag and pulls out a small bottle of alcohol, as well as a rag, a dressing pad, and a roll of bandages. He checks for morphine, for any sort of painkiller, but he doesn’t have any. He’d used them up on the patients earlier. “I’m not letting you breed new strains of infection in that,” He tells him firmly, tone leaving no room for argument. He pops the bottle open and pours some of the alcohol into his palm, then sets aside the bottle and starts rubbing the alcohol all over his hands like he’s washing them. When he looks up and finds unmasked fear written all over Hawkeye’s face, he softens his tone and adds, “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Hawkeye watches him take the rag and douse it with the remaining alcohol. “Promise?” He asks weakly, looking like he might be sick.

“Promise,” Charles replies, swift and firm, “Now, do your best to hold still.”

It’s as painful as expected. Charles takes the rag to the wound and a strangled, animal cry rips itself out of Hawkeye the second it touches his skin. He jerks back against the wall, instinctively trying to get away, and Charles has to brace his hand against his cheek and hold him in place to keep working.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Charles murmurs, not expecting the ache of sympathy he feels as Hawkeye continues to wheeze painfully under his touch, “I’m almost finished, just a bit more…”

True to his word, Charles is done within moments. He tosses aside the rag as soon as he’s finished, then snatches up the dressing pad to tear open and press against the wound. Hawkeye groans against his teeth, hitting the ground a few times as Charles applies pressure to the wound again.

Charles gives him a moment to collect himself. Hawkeye is gasping for breath, slumped back against the wall with his eyes shut tight. “I’m going to need your hand for this next part,” He tells him quietly, “Do you think you can manage that?”

“Give… give me a second,” Hawkeye wheezes, not opening his eyes. He’s digging his fingers into the floor, his knuckles white, “Trying not to… trying not to pass out…”

That would be a mercy for him right now. Unfortunately, it’s not an option. “Here,” Charles reaches over and works his hand into Hawkeye’s, “Squeeze. Hard as you like. It’ll help.” He offers.

Hawkeye wraps his fingers around Charles’ hand and squeezes. Hard. It borders on painful, but Charles takes it without complaint. He keeps a close eye on Hawkeye, ready to catch him just in case he does pass out.

“Breathe, Pierce,” He advises, as Hawkeye’s breathing doesn’t seem to be coming any easier. He’s bordering on hyperventilating, “Slowly. In through your nose, out through your mouth,” Hawkeye manages a couple deeper breaths, and Charles rubs his thumb over the back of his knuckles, “That’s it. Keep breathing.”

Hawkeye tilts his head back against the wall. “It hurts,” He admits quietly, nearly whimpering, “God, Charles, it hurts so damn bad…”

“I know,” Charles murmurs. What he’d give for morphine right now… “I know it hurts, Hawkeye, but just hold on a little longer. You’ll be able to rest soon.” That’s a damn lie and he knows it. He hasn’t even finished properly treating him yet, he still needs to bandage the wound. Then he’ll need to drive them back to the 4077, which will be awful for both of them. And then, once they get back to the 4077, he’ll need to get Hawkeye into x-ray and treat him further from there.

“Shit,” Hawkeye’s breathless chuckle snaps him out of his thoughts, “I must be in real bad shape…” He huffs.

Charles doesn’t like the sound of that at all. “What makes you say that?” He asks.

Hawkeye opens one eye to look at him, smiling faintly. Maybe he’s delirious. “You called me Hawkeye,” He says, “You never call me Hawkeye.”

Charles keeps his relief at that admission quiet. “Is that all,” He huffs, raising a brow at him, “I’m trying to be reassuring, nothing more. Bedside manner is part of the job, after all,” He reminds him, “You’re going to be fine. You just need to wait it out a little longer.” He gives Hawkeye’s hand a small, reassuring squeeze.

Hawkeye considers him for a moment. “…Thanks,” He murmurs at last, “For, ya know… trying,” He tilts his head back again, closes his eyes, “I know it’s not… I know it isn’t easy for you. Even if it is part of the job description.”

He’s got him there. Charles isn’t great with the empathy side of the job- his word choice never seems to be right, his tone always seems to be off. But somehow, right now, it seems… easier. Maybe because this is Hawkeye, and sympathy and concern physically ache in his chest, twinging every time Hawkeye so much as winces.

He doesn’t know how to voice that, though. So he simply says, “…You’re welcome.”

Hawkeye hums his acknowledgement. A beat passes, before he asks, “Can I ask another favour?”

Charles nods. “Go ahead.” He invites.

“Would you… keep talking to me?” Hawkeye tilts his head back down, opens heavy, drooping eyes, “Tell me a story, recite a textbook, just… keep talking. It’s getting hard to keep my eyes open. I’m…” He hesitates for a moment, before dragging his eyes up to meet Charles’ “I’m scared I’ll fall asleep.” He admits.

Charles needs to bandage the wound. His arm aches from holding the dressing in place. “Alright,” He says anyways. He raises Hawkeye’s hand up to his forehead, moving slowly as he continues, “Here, let’s put your hand here… have I ever told you about my family home?” He places Hawkeye’s hand where his was, holds it there until he’s putting pressure on the dressing himself. He leans in, then, continuing on as he picks up the bandages and gets to work winding it carefully around Hawkeye’s head, “Last I was there, it was summer. My mother’s garden was in full bloom, and Honoria and I…”

He tells Hawkeye about walking through the garden, painting as vivid a picture he can of warm summer days, cobblestone paths, and vibrant flowers. He works with careful hands, knowing that he’ll have to get Hawkeye up and load him into the Jeep sooner rather than later, and pitch him headfirst back into agony to drive back to camp. He can be gentle for a moment, though. Just for a moment. Just this once.

#mash #fic bitching #hawkeye pierce #charles winchester #otp: and their sons #I think this was hard to write cause I had to make it not. identical to the Purple Heart WIP lskdjfskdjfls #because the prompt could easily slot into that #I think I got it #I hope I got it #thanks for being so patient I hope you enjoy!

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anakinniesluv · 1 year

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Awake.

Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan × fem!Omaticaya!bestfriend!reader

Warnings/tags: fluffy, neteyam getting exposed, mentions of pain/bruises, Neteyam is aged up for the purpose of veing able to choose a mate, laughing n kicking my feet rn bye

Summary: you are much more conscious than Neteyam thinks.

Context: reader got hurt the night before, neteyam layer with her as she fell asleep. Set on awa’atlu.

Notes: I FINALLY got this posted. I had this almost done and then tumblr did that annoying thingy where it deletes ur draft for no reason like r u tryna catch these hands rn. After that I just didn't have much motivation to write it and I had classes n shi. Also so so sorry to @summeroxx for this taking so long!! <33

(Also creds to random notion makers for the divider lol)

You dont know when exactly you fell asleep. You remember laying in his arms and feeling his warmth, sculpting out every detail on his face as if you were about to make a painting. Then the next thing you can think of was darkness.

Your peace is disrupted by the not-so-quiet footsteps and whispering that sounds more like an everlasting voice crack on a normal volume voice.

"Are you sure she's okay?shouldn't she be up right now?" An all too familiar voice asks.

"Leave her alone, Neteyam. Her sleeping is not in any way bad. Back off before you wake her up and she plucks your eyeballs from your head herself," the all so wonderful kiri tells him off.

Neteyam scoffs, and silence follows after. You rest in quiet for a minute, only hearing the light scrapes of Kiri grinding an herb and the pleasant clicking of animals outside. It must be early, you think.

Neteyam must have been staring, because you hear what sounds to be a light tap on skin followed by Kiri's voice. "You practically have txe'lans (hearts) bulging from your eyes, Neteyam. Spare the girl from your pining for the short while she sleeps." Kiri says, teasing Neteyam and triggering him to send a playful smack to her arm.

"Seriously bro. Either ask her out or stop grossing us out with your little romance in denial." Another voice speaks from the entry. Lo'ak.

"Shut up, skxawng! What if she's awake!?" Neteyam has a strong reaction, and it takes everything in you to not burst out laughing at the irony, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kiri.

You hear Kiri grab something, before feeling the presence of her beside you as she lifts up your bandages to check your wounds. She leans over your head, asking it appear to the others that she is simply getting a better angle to check you over.

To your surprise, she leans close to your ear and whispers, "I know you're awake. This is enough proof that your love is requited, yes?"

You nearly start choking. We're you being that obvious?

Before you even fully process her words, she gets up. "She is healing very well. She should be fully recovered in a couple days." She says. Just then, you pretend to just be waking.

"Oh! You're awake, finally." Neteyam says once he notices you supposed recent consciousness. "Wow, 'tey. Thanks for being so happy to see me." You joke.

You sit up with your legs on the ground, stretching your arms before standing up and stretching your legs. You cannot manage to pull your eyes away from Neteyam. You had really been pining over him only to find out so far in that he feels the same?

Kiri walks towards the exit, stopping to whisper to Lo'ak, before taking the shocked looking boy outside. You are now alone with Neteyam.

What are you supposed to say? Do you tell him? Do you ignore it? Your mind is filled with thousands of panicked thoughts before your trance is broken by the one that causes them.

"How do you feel?" He asks. It's a simple question, but it still has you worrying about what to answer. "I feel fine." Is all you manage to stutter out.

He looks as if he is about to speak, but you cut him off. "Neteyam, can you meet me at our tree at eclipse tonight? It's important." He looks confused, maybe even dreadful at what is to come judging by your expression.

You speed-walk out of there as soon as he nods, trying to hide your blushing face.

Exiting the marui, you find Lo'ak and Kiri guiltily staring at you, obviously spying.

"EwwwWWWwww, my brother and best friend are going to get it on tonight; in a tree! Blegh!" "Shut up Lo'ak."

It's been hours since then, and eclipse is very soon to come. You check on your appearance, feeling very paranoid about meeting neteyam. He had been out for most of the day, and when he wasn't you were avoiding him and the marui you share with him.

You begin to head to the tree you had found and marked as yours and met at many times weeks before, making sure to not catch neteyam on your way out. You sneakily make your way to the tree, being slowed down by your injuries but managing anyways.

You make it up onto the largest branch of the tree, finding Neteyam already awaiting your arrival. His head snaps in your direction and he stands up as soon as he recognizes you.

"Is everything okay? I haven't seen you all day." He asks, stepping close to you. "Yeah- everything's fine just.." you trail off, not knowing what words to say.

"Just what? What was so important that you must bring me here to tell me?" He is urging you to tell him now, he is becoming anxious.

Before he can push you any further, you say it straight up. "I wasn't sleeping in the healing marui this morning." You say. His expression almost makes you want to clamp your hands over your mouth, his shocked and embarrassed face giving you guilt.

"I.. uh." He chokes on his words, taking a step back and looking everywhere but your face. His ears fold back and he almost has the expression that he might cry, but we all know he has mastered hiding his tears.

"I'm sorry. That probably makes you so uncomfortable, that's why you were avoiding me. I don't want you to hate me-" "No, 'Tey. You don't get it. I've been waiting to hear that since I was 10 years old." You interrupt his rambling.

"You.. what?" He finally looks you in the face, confusion and slight relief displayed on his features. "You skxawng, I've been yearning for those words since I was a child! Do you not get it? I wasn't exactly disc-" before you can finish your sentence, he cut you off by kissing you.

The kiss is passionate and beautiful. It shares all of the feelings you cannot express in words. It tells the stories of how you've longed for eachother as long as you can remember. It gives the message of how entirely you have eachothers hearts, minds and souls right in grasp.

Unfortunately, you are living and have to breath. You both pull back, catching your breath and sharing lovesick smiles.

"I want you to be my mate." He utters. "I would want nobody else, Neteyam."

This time you are the one to kiss him, but this time it's different. This kiss is more needy, less cautious.

Now you are both sitting on your knees facing eachother, not breaking the kiss as you kneel. You reach your hand around his neck and lightly grasp the base of the braid that covers his tswin (braid/queue).

He breaks the kiss before reaching behind his head, grabbing the large braid and looking at you for approval. You nod and smile like a fool before grabbing your own.

You carefully inch the tendrils towards eachother before making tsaheylu, and sealing the bond. You feel every bit of love he has, not to mention other emotions. You are overwhelmed with a feeling of closeness to eachother, and it is the most extraordinary, unexplainable feeling youve ever felt.

He is your mate for life now. He is yours, you are his. 'awsiteng nìt'iluke (together forever).

Hii! I'm so happy I finished this, the ending was a bit rushed but I'm happy it's done. This was made fem!reader out of habit because it wasn't requested a certain gender, but I could for sure make it GN! if you would rather that!! Ilysm, ty for reading. Also sorry that this was short, I didn't really know how to finish it since it was a mating thing, and smut wasn't requested so like yk

(Also PLEASEEEEEEEEEE send requests I'm begging)

#fanfic #neteyam #neteyam sully #female writers #fanfiction #avatar fanfiction #avatar twow #neteyam sully x reader #neteyam fanfiction #avatar neteyam

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catcze · 3 years

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hey catte can i just send in a thought 😔😔 naur bc i feel so bad i have my childe zhongli and kaeya all triple crowned and yet their damages, although decent!! is very low compared to other players UHUHU its very silly to be slightly upset at it but i just keep unconsciously apologizing to them everytime they dont hit crit/high dmg JDJJDJDJD

but I'd like everyone to just imagine, say that ur in this same scenario, that theyre all just cheering you on as you grind their materials and artifacts for them, either modern au or in game meta kinda au. them being very huggy and sappy and a kith on ur forehead bc you've worked so hard for them (then bonk u gently because theyre all doing decent dmg, ur too hard on yourself...) akjdkdjdkdjjd sorry im very emo for them rn, this is how i cope rip JDJDBDNDNNFN

also can i be 🧶anon? or conyo anon HAHAHAHA ive sent in asks on non-anon before but sometimes with long stuff like these i become very shy KSJDJDNDN

pls omg that's literally so cute ?? ajsdnask Them being so overwhelmingly supportive and sweet, and being so thankful that you're willing to invest so much time and effort into them <33

and the soft kiss w/ the hugs and the fluff omg pls I'm gonna CRY 😭 /pos

Pls feel free to cope more in my inbox I encourage it this was so cute to read HHAHA

Lil blurb bc i got inspired <3

⠀"Childe," You call, handing him a new flower, one that had taken ages for you to get your hands on–– your body still hurts from having gone through the dragonspine domain too many times, and your eyes are practically drooping with exhaustion. "Here you go. I hope it's good, or that you can do bigger damage with it. I'm sorry I couldn't get it sooner," you sigh, unable to look him in the eye.

⠀A hand comes up to ruffle your hair though, gentle despite its weight, and annoyingly messing up your hair.

⠀"Why are you fretting, comrade?" He asks with a pearly white grin. Kaeya and Zhongli come up behind him, curious. "Though I'm grateful for the upgrade, there wasn't anything wrong with my damage before, was there?"

⠀"I– I mean, no, but––"

⠀Zhongli takes one of your hands, holding it gently and running a careful thumb over the scrapes and bruises. He tuts. "The effort you have put in to raising our talents and giving us our required materials is already more than enough. We are grateful that you've spent your highly-sought materials on us already, and our current damage is no fault of yours, nor is it a problem that requires fixing."

⠀"They're right, you know," says Kaeya, carefully taking your weapon out of your hand. You hadn’t even realized you had been close to dropping it, too tired to notice the tremble in your limb. He wraps his other arm around your shoulders, gently guiding your group in the direction of some rest. “Our current output is more than enough, to say the least. You shouldn’t trouble yourself overthinking something like this–– you’re working so hard already and practically exhausting yourself for our sake. We wouldn’t want you to collapse on us, now would we?”

⠀There is a chorus of agreement from the other two as they come to walk beside you two. With Kaeya’s warm arm wrapped around your shoulders and your face half-tucked into his feathery collar piece, the bone-deep exhaustion from hours of farming the domains rears its head and it suddenly becomes difficult to keep your eyes open.

⠀Kaeya coos from above you, and you can distantly hear Zhongli encouraging you to get some rest and that you’ve deserved it after a long day. The last thing you’re aware of before nodding off is ginger hair brushing your cheek, a soft pressure against your forehead, and wishes for sweet dreams.

#hehe ty for the inspo <3 #also yes !! You can become my anon haha <3 #Conyo anon #Kisses from Catte 🦩#ALSO DAMN you triple crowned all of them ?? Luv i applaud you thats some dedication whoaaa <33 #gonna tag this lmao why not #Childe x reader #Kaeya x reader #Zhongli x reader #Cw GN reader

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princeanxious · 3 years

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:) so. No one ordered it, but, I have an Logan Angst(w/ hurt/comfort to balance it out a little) au idea to deliver!

So you know those AU fics w/ Virgil where he hides smth unusual abt himself( Like wings, Spider limbs, Being unusually tall, ect.) Bc he’s afraid of what the others will think/do if they find out?

Take that and apply it to Logan, But he’s actually been hiding it ever since (AU)!Thomas became Obsessed with Marine Biology as a kid!(i genuinely cant remember what Thomas's real life degree was gonna be b4 he switched to YouTube but for the au's sake im going with marine biologist)

What’s he hiding, you ask? Fish scales, of course!

(Continued under the cut)

Logan used to wear long sleeves all the time, and Sherlock bit with the scarf was a cover up for when he used to wear it constantly when they were younger, not that Virgil(who has spider traits in this but never thought to hide them b4 he was accepted, and by that point there was no reason to) nor any of the other dark sides with animal traits knew about it either, but his body, especially his legs and hips, were covered in shimmery sapphire blue scales, and in patches around the gills on his neck and ribs.

Why doesn't Logan wear long sleeves now? Because the scales suddenly stopped reappearing (coincidentally right around the time Thomas gave up on marine biology to do youtube) on his arms the few times they'd accidentally been pulled off some how, be it bumps/scrapes or eventually Logan getting fed up w/ the illogicalness of it all and 'removing' the rest on his arms so that he could finally wear short sleeves and not raise more questions about his health.

The scales around the gills on his neck are more tragic, as they do regrow still, to keep his gills safe. He plucks them as close to the gills as possible, before wearing masking makeup & a high collar with a tie to ensure his gills never peak out from his shirt.

It limits his normal comfortable way of breathing, but hes been doing it so long that he doesnt remember what it feels like, and thus isn't bothered by it anymore, as his gills dont open up fully anymore unless submerged under water for a long period of time.

Why is he so insistant about thomas drinking the healthy recommended amount of water? Because if Logan didn’t, he'd suffer migraines and get sick from being dehydrated in easily less than half the time it'd take for Thomas or any of the others to reach

Why doesnt he ever go swimming with the others? Because if he did, there's no gaurantee his body would let him leave the water after refusing to so much as even soak in a bathtub for years at this point

Hell, his body might even go into shock at that point.

No idea how his reveal would go, but the idea of the others spraying him with water spray bottles when he is over-dry and resultingly irritable has been brought up as an additional idea by @this-is-ske(my lovely frien who lets me info dumb abt all my aus so we can shout abt them together) and my only thought is that Logan is spiteful and petty enough to snatch a spray bottle and spray them right back.

He often needs to spray himself with water, even if he’d had a shower not two hours ago, because his scales dry out very quickly and its sensory hell in combination with even the softest of dress pants.

But the years of neglect slowly turned his shimmery sapphire blue scales into dulled greyblue, as a result from being dried out and flakey and unhealthy for so long.

He tries not to think about it too hard when he's forced to look at them.

Remus wouldn’t hesitate to toss post-reveal(and post-recovery)! Logan full out into a fucking pool, or just hop into one and drag him in with. "Dry Fishies are irritated fishies, be like me! Get wet and feel better!" *Cue Remus eye brow waggle that reflects to the rest of his tentacle arms*

No but srsly remus and janus finding iut and going "oh HELL no" bc janus knows what its like to not take care of your scales properly and Remus knows what its like to dry out.

Imagine the additional angst when Janus finds out not only about the scales but the gills on his ribs and neck too, and feels SUPREMELY guilty bc of the crook yank he did

"Its fine, its not like I could breath out of them anymore, they just bruised a bit longer" *even more concerned and upset Janus noises*

"What do you mean you cant breath out of them anymore!"

" ..One day they just wouldn't open? Sort of like the equivalent of a stuffed nose, except that they never reopened because they'd fully dried out, I think."

"I swear to god Logan I wish I could strangle you," *cue Janus wapping Logan w/ a rolled up paper, Edna Mode style, lecturing* "One day! You'll understand! Self care! Is good! For you!"

Cue them finally bullying Logan into taking care of them but no longer hiding the scales as the ones on his arms start coming back, but still greyblue, bc at this point Logan doesnt even want to deal with the immediate headache of them learning right off the bat that they Shouldnt Look Like That. He doesnt even really believe that they'll ever change back to their once brilliant blue, thinking it just a fluke with their age or something.

It takes months.

And then one day he wakes up, having been sleeping in the imagination with Remus, having indulged in underwater sleeping as a healing therapy, made better only by the fact that Remus is a rly good cuddler, and his tentacles keep them both locked together in the water, *and* one anchors them so they don't drift away in their sleep.

Remus is staring at him, his chest to be exact, where new patches of scales had been growing to meet in the middle around the gills on his ribs. He looks down and notices theres an uneven patch of brilliant blue peaking out from the sea of comparably grey scales. Then he notes that multiple patches of scales are slowly regaining their hue. It doesn't take long for the others to put two and two together about sick fish with dull scales. It confirms Logan had been sick for Years, and was only Just healing to a beginning state of equilibrium.

For some comfort w/ all this angst, when Logan does see his blue scales for the first time? He smiles, he smiles so wide at Remus. Remus probably falls in love with the way Logan's gills flare out prettily in time with Logan's smile. Logans finally convinced to take care of himself, and the first glimpse of progress has him Beaming for Days.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #platonic dlampr #intrulogical #logan angst #luka writes #luka’s aus #platonic loceit #romantic intrulogical #ask to tag #hurt/comfort

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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Can I request a fluffy HC? SKZ comforting you while you’re rlly drunk when you get home and taking care of you. (Like you stumble and have to throw up and stuff)

i just realised that i kept on calling my headcanons for reactions?? I MEAN i dont even know at this point lmao imma call it... headcanons/reactions

ALSO new territory for me,,, im usually not much for fluff unless its really captivating or like drabbles (ahhh bf!skz is my weakness) AND SO YEAH UNDERSTAND IF ITS A BIT... lackluster.

jesus christ ive been listening to touch you for like an hour now ASHAHS save me,,, its too good

HEADCANON sKKRrrT

Warnings; skz x gn!reader; fluff (wow amazing?? cherry writes fluff?) established relationship, drinking, use of alcohol, vomiting, minor injuries, mentions of bruises.

Bangchan

worry mode; on

lets say you were out drinking

dont even think that you could make it one step outside the pub/club

babyboy would already be waiting in his car outside

the entire car ride home he would tell you to stop drinking so much

“y/n,,, why do you always do this,,, you know how bad it is for your health and im scared that you’ll hurt yourself on the way home”

meanwhile you dont understand anything, rolling in the backseat of the car.

when the two of you arrive home he immediately places you in a warm bath, rubbing your back as you almost fall asleep with your back against his chest.

worries a lot even though you’re fine

makes you breakfast in bed the day after :(((

Minho

complaining about everything ASHASH

he’s like mumbling underneath his breath, wondering why you’re so stupid and do this every time you go out drinking

much much MUCH rather prefers drinking with you alone

not only because he can control how much you’re drinking

but also because he likes seeing you tipsy?!?”!?

my brain is working rn u guys

its because he likes seeing this kinda,,, hidden flirty side of you that comes out when someone is tipsy

yk... the whole.. coming too close or laughing lazily at his jokes YK YK?

god im having such a difficult time to keep this fluffy AHSAHSH I THINK EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT I WANT TO SAY

he gets really soft with you because he knows that you probably wont remember anything SO HE CAN SHOW HIS SOFT SIDE

without you teasing him for it lol

he’d stroke your cheek with the back of his hand while your leaning against him on the couch, falling asleep in his arms.

he wraps a blanket around you and mumbles softly

“i love you y/n”

Changbin

he’d be just as drunk as you HASHHASHAH

the two of you would have to call chan because none of you can walk properly

ok but if it was only you being the drunk one then he’d know what to do

him speaking from experience that is 👀 👀 👀

removes your clothes (NOT LIKE THAT YOU FILTHY FUCK) and tucks you snuggly in bed, giving you a kiss on the forehead

might even remove your makeup if you’re wearing any

he notices a bunch of bruises on your legs, shaking his head at your clumsiness

makes a promise with himself to go with you next time

even though you would want to be with only your friends ahsahsh he doesnt give a shit about that

everything to keep you safe

doesnt want to see his precious baby hurt :((

Hyunjin

sweetheart that holds your hair/clothes back when puking :((

he pats your back gently as his face has a disgusted facial expression, loving you too much to leave you alone in the bathroom but feeling squeamish

“siri, how do you care for a drunk person?”

reads somewhere that you need to replenish water levels after puking and so he just starts bringing a whole pack of waterbottles in the bedroom

“if you need water during the night, it’s over here”

he’d try to leave the room, thinking that you’d maybe want some space when having the nausea from hell but you quietly whine which caught him off guard

“d-do you want me to stay?”

you nod and he smiles shyly, laying next to you and just looking at you sleeping??

he thinks you’re adorable :((

even if you’re a lot to handle when drunk

Jisung

ngl this mf laughing his ass off when you’re just blabbering random incoherent sentences

“who was your boyfriend now again?” “m-my squirrlll...” you reply, rubbing your face on his shoulder. “your squirrel? am i a squirrel?” you nod which makes his heart beat faster.

if you were to drink together bet your ass that he would be wrecked

probably even more drunk than you so... good luck

everytime you wanted to go out drinking with your friends he would try to persuade you to stay with him instead

“look y/n, staying and cuddling with me brings you both a cute boyfriend, take out and movies”

you shrug “doesnt bring my friends” you say putting on your shoes

“HEY! im your friend,,, your boyfriend!” he says back hugging you, dragging you to the couch, just laying down on top of you

“Jisung!! I’m gonna be late, move!”

“nope... we are cuddling tonight, remember what happened last time you went out drinking?”

you were reminded of you lying passed out infront of the apartment which scared the everliving shit out of jisung, thinking you were dead.

“noo....” you lie, smiling mischievously.

Felix

poor boy would let you sleep ahahshs

he’d tip toe around your apartment, trying to be as quieeeet as possible....

only knock down a whole fucking shelf of pans and pots

but a complete sweetheart that makes you food, knowing you’d be too tired to do it with a hangover.

do you know those jellies that can prevent hangovers??

yeah, you would find those in your bag

he wouldnt let you wear high heels because he’s scared of you falling over in them :(((

also if you go out he has to know at least one of your friends and have their phone number because NUH UH HE ISNT JUST LETTING YOU GO WITHOUT HIM KNOWING EVERYTHING

he cares,,, a lot and doesnt want to see you come home with scraped knees

because that happened,,,once?? or like maybe 10 times??

Seungmin

teasing youuuu

“weak, you barely finished a bottle”

take a bunch of pictures of you leaning against a telephone pole and then tease you for it the day after

NAH BUT WHEN YOUR REALLY DRUNK HE GETS SERIOUS

he carries you on his back, lowkey scared you’d puke on him BUT CARING NONETHELESS

you pass out on the bed, still dressed in your fancy clothes and he simply looks at you, admiring your features

if there’s anything you want, he will get it

“w-water” you groan and soon enough he returns with a glass of water

slowly sitting you up and stroking your hair, getting it out of your face.

“be more careful next time ok?”

you nod, not really understanding what he’s saying before pulling him down in bed with you, falling asleep with him in your arms.

Jeongin

he dont know what the fuck he’s doing

panic,,, sheer panic

he himself doesnt drink too much

maybe enough to feel tipsy but not DRUNK DRUNK

so when you stumble in through the door, your shoes in your hand and hair looking like a mess he gets scared HASASHAS

you fall down, scraping your knee in the hallway and he runs towards you and lifts you up, placing you down on the bed

then he’s like “....now what”

in panic calls chan that tells him to make you drink water and place a bucket nearby

he does just as he’s told but kinda scared to leave you alone in a room for too long, pulling down everything in the house to find a bucket

he removes your jacket and wraps you up in a blanket, snuggling real close to you as he slowly strokes your forehead, feeling you sweat a bit

DOESNT LEAVE YOU FOR A SECOND

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sukumen · 3 years

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Hello! i dont know if you’ve gotten this before but i would like to request hcs of a jealous sukuna like if he were to see some guy flirt with y/n how would he react and how would he handle his jealousy?

P.s i really love your writing keep up the good work!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

notes: hi angel! funnily enough, this was the second request for a similar scenario - i hope you both like it! and thank you for the love 💖

warnings: nsfw/18+ below the cut, exhibitionism, forced voyeurism, orgasm denial.

it takes a lot for sukuna to actually get jealous. between an infuriating amount of arrogance and a tendency to dismiss anything that isn’t worth his time, it just isn’t in his nature.

but, that doesn’t mean it’s impossible or that when it happens, he’s any good at dealing with it. in fact, because it’s so rare, he has little to no control over himself when it does.

someone else flirting probably doesn’t cause it. he thinks it’s hilarious when someone assumes they can approach you, so he will usually just watch it happen, grinning wide with his cheek against his fist because there’s no doubt you’re going to reject them.

what does get him going is how you react to others. you’re easy to read, particularly for him, and he keys in quickly to the things that draw emotion from you.

so, consider this: you meeting someone you admire — another sorcerer, perhaps, or a regular celebrity a la toudou — and while sukuna is only there because he has nothing else to do, there’s a schoolgirl way you have about you that gets his attention.

that’s new.

you look closer to a teenager than your actual age with the way your eyes have lit up, starry and round as they watch the other person. your hands fold delicately in front of your chest and you don’t realize it, but you’re even tipping towards them, like a plant turned towards the sun.

a sickly feeling starts to take him then, gnawing and persistent, and sukuna doesn’t even attempt to hide it. it starts with an eerie silence; he hadn’t been talking much to begin with, but now it feels that he’s not even breathing beside you. before long, there’s the razor-sharp focus of his eyes, pressure you feel all over, and when you finally turn to him, you realize something is very wrong.

but by then, it’s already too late.

from there, things could go a lot of ways. once he’s jealous, sukuna isn’t going to try to be the bigger person. he’s disgruntled, petty, and needs to reassert his presence in your life for both you and the other person.

it becomes the only thing on his mind, an all-consuming need.

at its tamest, he makes a mess of you in private, but deliberately pushes until you’re crying out for everyone to hear. or he may leave marks in every visible place he can manage - bites on your neck and shoulder, bruises around your wrists.

if he’s worked up enough, there wouldn’t be much stopping him from bending you over right then and there so that person sees who you belong to for themselves.

your head is in a fog; swimming as you try — and fail — to ground yourself. he’s been going for what feels like hours now, splitting you open until you’re near the edge, only to reel you back just as harshly.

you’d ask why he’s being so cruel (rather, more cruel than usual) but the answer isn’t far off. in fact, the answer is not even ten feet away: a sorcerer weighted by sukuna’s power so that he must watch while the king of curses takes you.

you’ve never known him to be jealous, but you imagine that there is a lot you still don’t know about him. the intimacy between you is still relatively new, and he isn’t normally an open book like you are. but tonight, he’s laying himself bare; there’s no shame in this open admission to his jealousy. in fact, he’s enjoying himself --- enjoying the thrill of fucking with an audience, of littering your skin with bites and bruises to stake his claim.

“eyes open,” sukuna breathes against the back of your neck, pinching one of your spread thighs to make you listen. “look at him.”

you hadn’t even noticed that your eyes were shut. it doesn’t surprise you, though — it’s bothersome to have to do anything but feel him after this long without relief. but, sukuna isn’t taking no for an answer, an open palm coming down against your thigh as his hips drive up in a deep thrust. “open,” he hisses, so close to your ear you can feel his teeth scrape them.

it’s a feat, but you slowly lift your heavy lids, blinking past tears to focus on the other person in the room. you’d only really known him for a few hours ; before that, he was just someone you’d heard about, a sorcerer from kyoto with a unique type of jujutsu. you admit that you may have fawned a little, but you never would have expected that would land you here: back to chest, legs held open as you face him on sukuna’s cock; senses overloaded, desperation mounting.

you’ll be embarrassed when you come down, you’re sure of it. but right now, all you can think about is the man behind you. the way he knows your body, your needs and unravels you so easily because of it. the way he clings to you now, connecting your bodies at every point to send a message to anyone who needs it: she is mine.

and the way you couldn’t belong to anyone else, even if you tried.

#sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #sukuna headcanons.#Anonymous

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onecanonlife · 3 years

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weird, weird suggestion for the ask meme: what do you think it'd look like if wilbur was revived during exile? i dont have a reason but i think it'd be interesting

okay so i had to chew on this for a little bit, because to start with, we have to deal with the question of how he'd be revived. obviously, c!dream wouldn't do it for any reason, since there's no way he'd risk giving tommy anyone who'd support him. and at this point, wilbur's very much not interested in returning to life, so he can't, say, pull a jack manifold. so, we've got to go with either a deus ex machina or phil's efforts succeeding. or maybe eret. i think it would be cool if it were eret

and to put it pretty simply, i think that if wilbur gets resurrected during exile, he tries to kill c!dream. like. we already know that in canon, he's still pretty much clueless as to what went on, since he's working off of solely what ghostbur could remember, not what he witnessed. and even still, he said he'd disembowel dream for what he did. so if c!wilbur got plopped into exile and saw what dream was doing to tommy, i really can't picture it going any other way than wilbur trying to literally murder dream lmao. and at the very least, get tommy out of there (even at the expense of himself bc, y'know, he might decide that helping tommy out of this situation is like his reason for being resurrected so why bother trying to stick around beyond that haha)

obviously, everything would be a lot more complicated than that; wilbur would still be at a point where he's still reluctant to be alive at best, we all know how tommy's doing at this point, and there would be a whole lot of things for them to work through regarding each other. so it'd be messy, for sure. there's definitely a lot of directions this could be taken

i don't have a long snippet for you, but if i were to write this, here's how i might open it:

Tommy's shirt is torn. His shirt is torn, his hair a squirrel's nest, his skin mottled with scrapes and bruises, and even from here, Wilbur can see that his eyes have gone dull, grey and blank and apathetic.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Tommy was supposed to live, and to be happy. To be happier, with the villain out of the story, with the symphony finally finished and giving way to new music. He was supposed to be happier. They all were.

So, Wilbur draws up short, stops before Tommy can notice him, and he wonders, did I do this?

#it really is an interesting concept #and one that would get very complicated very very quickly #i'm not sure i did a very good job of articulating myself in this post but i am. so tired lmao #cat answers #cat talks #cat does an ask meme #cw death mention #cw implied suicidal ideation #cw referenced abuse #cw violence mention

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 5

a/n: ong this is going to be a bit of a crack episode w a tiny dash of flirty manager

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

-Watch the boys be all dramatic when yn misses a few days of school and suddenly show up with a broken arm😭✊🏻😔

- Dunno if this is a dream or not but i think you mentioned that yn is clumsy. Just imagine her carrying those cute band aids around for when she gets hurt. But what if she uses them on the boys when they get hurt

tumblr moot:

- She is looking down at the boy who is checking her scrap on her knee, when she smiles all cutely and shit "I fell for you" And cue the boy having a heart attack because she is way to cute

im totally not running out of seijoh gifs or anything

anyways!!

lets start!!

okay as mentioned before and as read above,,

you are quite clumsy

like there is a normal level of clumsy

but you are just on another level

like in manager part 2, your mom ltr was not shocked when you said you fell up the stairs like ‘oh okay. the weathers nice today’

lmao what

and youre also the type to not even know you got hurt like youd just be scratching your arm and youd find a bruise

‘how did that get there?’

so it was common to find you with band-aids on you and bruises all over

like you entered the gym for practice and you were just doing your normal manager tingz when our meme bois saw you and zoomed towards you

‘y/n-chan!!! we missed you!!!!

makki screeched which scared you so you dropped the crate of bottles onto your feet

‘owie’

you mumbled, the pain settling in at an overwhelmingly quick pace so there were tiny tears in your eyes

the duo gasped and quickly kicked the crate to the side like they were angry at it for hurting you

uwu omg thats so cute

or the one time you were wiping the sweat from kyo’s forehead

he had a small soft smile that could only be seen by you as you got rid of the sweat

but that smile turned into a frown when he got a glimpse at the discoloration on certain parts of your arms

‘y/n’

he whispered

you blinked up and he gently grabbed your arm, fingertips ghosting over the bruises

‘how could you do this to your beautiful skin’

he mumbles and you shrugged

‘hmm,,, i didnt even know they were there’

kyo shook his head with an amused chuckle and iwa, who was drinking water at the side, noticed you two

then he noticed more at your other arm and baby boi hurriedly ran over to you

next thing you know, you got best bois fussing over you always hurting yourself and kyo gently headbutts you to tell you off while iwa flicks your nose

‘honestly, we cant trust you by yourself’

you just giggled at them which caused them to stumble and fluster

THESE BOYS ARE SO SOFT LIKE PLEASE

its quite normal for you to look like you just fell down the stairs and be so surprised whenever the boys point it out

like youd have this confused pout and tilt your head ‘hm? hello. how did you get here’

its kinda cute

and ofc you would naturally have your ointments for bruises or a first aid kit at all times bc you never really know when it happens and you need to treat it quickly

the boys always count on you for medical tape when their fingers bleed or whenever watari gets bruises all over his legs bc of too many flying dives

the bench was a common place for you to treat the others and our libero babie was sitting there at one practice

you were kneeled on the floor and gently applying ointment on the growing colors on his skin

‘hmm,,, wata-san, be careful next time, okay? your skin is really soft and pretty. its a shame to ruin it’

he wanted to scoff at the irony and the hypocritical comment but your worried and concerned eyes made him softly smile and nod

‘mhm. i will’

even though it was uneeded on reddened places, you would dig in your bag and fish out a gudetama bandaid on it

it was like a doctor’s signature for you and it makes the boys ltr fall in love with you all over again

ororororor that one time where kindaichi accidentally got a papercut during your study sessions and he was tearing up slightly at the pain

LMAO YALL REALLY OUT HERE TOUGHING OUT PAPERCUTS LIKE ITS NOTHING BUT I ACT LIKE I GOT STABBED 10 TIMES

you grinned at him to show that it was going to be okay and he let you sit on his lap so you could treat it

he still had a pout and you were giving him forehead kisses to calm him down

‘see? its going to be okay. nurse y/n-chan is the best out there and she’ll take care of you!’

he laughed slightly and you victoriously smiled

once it was all wrapped up, you placed a kiss on it

‘ya gotta kiss it to make it better’

not saying im doing a kindaichi route or anything but he may or may not tackled you with kisses with that comment

but sometimes, they would have to be the one to put that bandaid on you

like one day, you were walking down the stairs to go to the changing rooms for practice and humming softly when you caught sight of the tall volleyball player mattsun at the bottom of the stairs

he was just passing by and you noticed him, waving your hand and shouting his name

‘mattsun-san!’

you greeted and he turned and he smiled brightly at you

you excitedly increased your pace going down the stairs, not noticing that you stepped on the edge of the step and caused your foot to slip

unfortunately, mattsun was too far away for him to catch you so you tripped and scraped your knee

he flashnyoomed over to you and kneeled in front of you to examine it

ofc it hurt like hell but you put up a brave front

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

his adorable eyebrows scrunched in concern and he quickly shook his head and gently picked you up to sit 2 steps up

you watched silently as he grabbed ahold of the familiar blue first aid kit from your bag and he opened it to take out alcohol and other treatment things

his fingers worked to open the bottle and pour a little bit of alcohol before he gently reached out to grab your leg

but before that, our babie mattsun is a gentleman and looked up for a permission to help you

‘its okay, mattsun-san’

you giggled and you booped his nose

he was slowly cleaning the wound and you could still tell he was worried with how his brows were still furrowed

‘mattsun-san’

you called out and he looked up

you smiled cutely and looked down, flustered, then met his eyes again

‘i fell for you’

mattsun.exe stopped working

like deadass he blanked for a second then his brain processed what you said and when he did, he dropped the cotton ball and his face blew up red

this babie grimaced, eyes shutting tightly and head leaning on your thigh

you giggled at him and ran your hands through his hair

‘i swear, y/n, i swear’

he kept mumbling and his heartbeat quickened to the point he felt faint and he felt light-headed

you were just too cute

too damn cute for his heart

too damn cute for this world

just too cute

and thats not good

mattsun quickly regained his senses and hurriedly placed the ointment and the bandaid on to finish the job

you reached out with your hands for a hug and mattsun gladly leaned in and you clung to him like a koala which made him hold you tightly against his chest

‘hmm~~~~ thank you, mattsun-san’

you appreciated and gave him a kiss on his cheek in gratitude which made him hide his face in your neck

‘im going to get a heart attack, y/n. take responsibility’

he mumbled, nipping your neck

you chuckled and played with the hair on his neck

‘hm~ okay~ i take responsibility~’

I SWEAR MY MATTSUN SIMP IS NOW PEAKING THROUGH

that was only one of the accidents the seijoh boys went through with you and i swear those boys have superior intelligence in medical care just because you get hurt so much

until that one faithful day

you werent there

you werent at school or at practice

ofc you texted the coaches and the team that you werent going to be at school for a while and they spammed you asking what happened or if you were okay

but you didnt want to worry them so you just said that you were okay and it was just something that happened

ONG OIKAWA ACTUALLY CAME TO YOUR HOUSE BUT YOU TOLD YOUR PARENTS AND NATSU TO TELL HIM TO GO AWAY BC IF HE FINDS OUT WHAT HAPPENED, THE CHILE WILL STORM INTO YOUR ROOM AND LECTURE YOU

HE ONLY WENT AWAY WHEN YOUR DAD CAME OUT WITH A BROOM AND THREATENED TO HIT HIM IF HE CONTINUES TO BOTHER YOU

UKAI VIBES HONESTLY

IS UKAI YOUR FATHER?

CONSPIRACY THEORY?

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED COME SOLVE THIS

then you finally appeared

dear god

kunimi saw you enter the classroom and he almost shot up to saturn when he saw your cast

‘y/n!’

he shouted and kindaichi heard it from his classroom beside yours and he also usain bolted towards your classroom to your desk

the boi texted the team you were here and they all raced to your classroom

EVERYONE WAS HAVING A FIELD DAY WITH THE APPEARANCE OF THE BEAUTIFUL VOLLEYBALL TEAM LIKE THE BOYS + YOU?! GODSEND

oikawa screeched at the sight of your arm and everyone was firing questions at you but you couldnt focus on one so you just sat there sheepishly smiling

‘Y/N! WHAT DID-’

‘I SWEAR ITS LIKE WE HAVE TO-’

‘MY HEART ALMOST DIED!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED-’

thank god your professor entered the shooed them out with a large textbook but your teacher smiled at you

‘l/n, good to have you back’

at lunch, dear god there was a riot

kunimi strong man kunimi hoisted you in his arms and walked over to the hidden team stairwell where everyone was waiting

they all had narrowed eyes and crossed arms, with iwakyo tapping their foot

you did the 🥺👉👈 and their eyes softened at that sight alone

‘you see,,,, i had a,,, concert,,, in the shower,,, and slipped’

they blinked, confusion swirling over everyone’s head

‘excuse me? you said you slipped in the bath?’

‘for a concert?’

‘you sing?’

the team facepalmed at the reason you came in with a broken arm and you pouted at them

‘sorry, captain, everyone. i didnt mean to’

you mumbled but the others couldnt blame you so they pulled you to a group hug

‘i swear, y/n-chan, you will get yourself killed one day’

‘sorry’

you apologized again but oikawa flicked your nose

‘no dont apologize. we’ll just have to be there for you constantly to look out for you’

and he stuck to that word

like oikawa came over to your house early in the morning to pick you up from school and your dad thought it was just him bothering again

so he sighed, placed his newspaper down, took a sip of tea, then stood up to go to the closet for his broom

this mans took a deep breath before opening his door and shouting and waving his broom around maniacally

‘SHUT UP!!! YOURE DISTURBING THE NEIGHBORS!! I WILL BEAT YOUR LOUD CRUSTY DUSTY-’

that woke up everyone in the house and you bolted down the stairs, terrified yet chuckling at the sight

then something happened for everyone in the neighborhood-or Japan- to wake up

yanno the drill ladies and gents

oikawa screamed

a/n: sorry i disappeared for a HOT SEC but im back!! and we finally going back to the groove!!! and uwu thanks for sticking by and waiting for another update and the next one might be my first not-seijoh work in a LONG WHILE so look forward to that!!!

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I Dont remember if it Was on you're Ways to Tell ILY Prompt list but might I suggest a "I Choose you" Hournite One shot?

I didn't see you interact with the original submission I answered, so I included it here

I Choose You

All of the fuss that Beth went through to try to compile each and every piece of evidence that someone may need in order to get Rick the heck out of that place was simply... Well - it was actually exhausting, but she never realized until she was at the end of her days.

The database was always excellent and as the official Dr. Mid-Nite, she had access to even more information.

Not what she truly needed - to be able to actually speak to Rick. To assess how he was doing. To at least hold his hand, which.. she was conflicted about that one in particular. She didn't understand why that idea kept coming to her when she and Rick never actually really touched each other that way.

Casually - pats on the back or holding each other back in a fight, but nothing so intimate as hand holding. Maybe it was her renewed self confidence. She had chosen herself. And now, she was choosing Rick.

They didn't allow any of them to see him. He was currently being held at a juvenile center, assigned a caseworker and a child advocate attorney, with an ongoing investigation about his uncle and his home life. But, Beth found out the names of everyone involved in his case and she was sending them documents, school reports, and everything that she could scrape up to prove that Rick was in a dangerous household and had been abused and mistreated.

It was her hope that they would all see it was self defense and go easy on him. Courtney and Pat had tried to explain to her that Eclipso was controlling him. It wasn't self defense. It was just a terrible mind game.

Not too long ago, they were pressing her to accept murdering a bad guy… but suddenly, when it's THIS bad guy… who didn't even DIE, they were willing to accept Rick turning himself in and being put away? "It's what Rick wanted, to be held accountable.."

"He didn't DO it! It was Eclipso!" Beth had snapped at Courtney. Courtney's eyes went wide and she got quiet. Of course she knew that and she didn't deserve Beth being rude with her, either, but Beth was too frustrated to tell herself that at the moment and Rick wasn't around…

She called him anyway, as she stormed out.

"Rick!" She took a deep breath, "You don't deserve to be held responsible for something that you didn't do wrong!" She noticed Courtney in the corner of her eye and whispered, "There's nothing you need to be held accountable for and I'm working on helping you get out. Just… I hope you aren't too hard on yourself." She hung up and looked at Courtney.

"I watched him run around, hallucinating, breaking down as he was attacked by something that we couldn't see… it was like with Yolanda, only someone did get hurt. I didn't want to have to see that again and it wasn't easy to let Rick confess, but what else could we do? What would you have done differently?"

Beth wanted to say that she wouldn't have let him out of her sight, that she would have talked to him until he was back down to Earth.. but as a firm believer in herself, some part of her knew that Courtney didn't have that type of power. Beth was the one who could stop Rick in his tracks and make him think for a moment.

"What about when you see a dead 10 year old girl? Would you have been able to use your head in that moment and stop him from reacting?"

Beth sniffled and wiped her face, "If I was here, I know that I could have fixed this. I know that I could have talked him down. He listens to me. It's different with us. And with Eclipso… it's personal now."

Rick heard about an "adorable but incredibly annoying" girl who spoonfed a lot of information to his case worker and his advocate. They didn't have to describe her. He did initially automatically think Courtney, since that was who saw him last on the outside and that's who annoyed him more than any girl he knew…

But when they spoke about legal documents, school incidents and cases and studies of similar cases.. He knew that they meant Beth. A lot of her findings needed to be double checked by the proper authorities and his advocate would need to speak with a judge, but it was looking like Rick may be entitled to psychological treatment from years of abuse that resulted in him finally lashing back.

He wanted to argue with that, but in a way.. that felt like some type of hope and he couldn't say there wasn't truth in it. Whatever Beth had done, he finally felt some peace of mind, since coming here…

The court order to grant him a placement took shorter than he thought, even though it still felt super long. The Chapels weren't foster parents, but thanks to some… creative documentation on Beth's part, they were able to be listed as family friends to whom custody could be signed over.

He would be trying for emancipation, but in the meantime, he had a place to sleep and eat and stuff… and Beth was there.

"How did you manage to pull this off?" Rick wondered, more confused than grateful, but she didn't take it to heart. She smiled and tapped her goggles. "Of course…" he stared at his bags on the floor. "Did you get the full story?"

"I got Courtney and Pat's side of it. You don't have to tell me, but in your own time, if you want to, you can." She handed him some mail, "I filled out your paperwork and sent it in. You've gotten at least one response."

"My paperwork?"

She winced, "I totally trespassed into your car and home, scanning everything and looking for something to help me. I traced punched in walls, I took an inventory of the alcohol in there, you name it. I also found the forms that you had for college and financial aid. I took them with me, but also wondered what they were doing there. So I checked on cell phone records and saw that Miss Woods-" she rolled her eyes when she said her name. (She wasn't fond of how cruelly that woman had treated Rick, and she didn't mind saying so), "Had been there. I figured she was the one who gave those to you, went to pay her a visit and questioned her until she told me about what happened earlier. She had seen your uncle and he was belligerent and drinking. I told her that I would speak to your advocate in order to see if that was usable information. It was. She made for a very dependable character reference."

Rick looked stunned. He didn't know what to say, but eventually landed on, "Why am I at your house and not at Pat's? I don't even know your parents and they probably aren't pleased about what happened."

"Well, I believe that I've managed to do quite the PR campaign for you when I was making my rounds to see if anybody had recollection of witnessing your uncle be unkind to you. A lot of people have been quiet about things that they should have spoken up about… myself included.." she lowered her head, "I noticed bruises on you sometimes at lunch when we weren't friends and I guessed that they weren't from some school fight, otherwise, the school would know." She looked up at him and her eyes were brimming with tears, "All of us made choices to mind our business and just leave you to fend for yourself. Everybody's been feeling pretty guilty that it came to… that.."

She cleared her throat, "There's enough going on at Courtney's house, and Yolanda's isn't an option. I couldn't let you wind up at the group home. Artemis is there. The last time you two saw each other, you almost killed one another. I thought my home was the best choice. It's safe, there's just me here. My parents believed me when I vouched for you, so they would be acting like wardens or anything, and I just… I feel better knowing that if something happens, I'll be there."

He sat down on the guest bed and twiddled his thumbs, "That's just it. If something happens, I… I no longer have the hourglass. I won't be able to protect you fully."

"I can protect myself," she said, sitting next to him. "Just wait until you hear my Eclipso story."

"Your what?"

"He attacked me the same time that he attacked you…" Rick looked terrified as he checked her over for damages. "It's a long story, but I'm fine. It went very differently for me than it did for you." She looked sad for a moment. I think he must've known."

He was confused. Beth looked him in the eyes through her goggles, "That we protect each other. That you fight for me and I fight for you. I felt so victorious when I was able to take my goggles back from me and solidify my place on the team… the. I found out he had gotten to my Rick…"

His heart jumped in his chest and he stared at her. He reached for her goggles but she shook her head and he withdrew his hands. "It wasn't anything to do with you."

"No, but had I been there…"

"Then you could have gotten hurt or had to see me become the very kind of monster that I hate!"

She furrowed her eyebrows and she grabbed his hand, harder than she meant to, but that demanded his attention and he stared at her face, "If I had been there, you would've had the extra strength you needed to see through him. I wouldn't have let you fight. Please believe me when I say that I'm sure I could have talked some sense into you. I could have saved you from thinking that you're a monster. Because you aren't a monster, Rick. You're a kid who was in a situation that most of us can't fathom, and when you needed me, I wasn't there." He started crying and shook his head. "I'll understand if you want to stay with Mr. Dugan instead…"

"No. No.."He had told Grundy that day that he just needed someone to care about him, to be kind to him, and he could be alright. Rick was so caught up in the stress of his uncle, he hadn't thought about how he did have someone like that. He had his friends, the Dugans, and he had Beth. She had done all of this, because she felt like she'd failed him. Like she was supposed to protect him. She wasn't obligated to do that, but the fact that she wanted to, that she tried to.

Hell, she was even correct about being able to talk him down. He didn't know if she could have that night, but as much as she meant to him… he couldn't rule out that what if. He collected her hand to his heart and said extremely softly, "I choose you."

@futurewriterwannebe

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