#sobbing screaming shaking crying throwing up everywhere | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

tender-rosiey · 11 months

Text

immune — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: chapter 225 spoilers ig? + mentions of blood and death; have fun <3

your heart dropped as the scene played out in front of you.

satoru, your husband, the strongest sorcerer, had his domain broken. the shattered glass hits the ground and creates a terrifying symphony.

a symphony that ends the moment you see your husband’s neck being slashed by none other than sukuna.

you let a gut-wrenching scream, “SATORU!!”

his blood is everywhere and he has fallen to the ground. you look around, desperate for any sign that it isn’t true.

all you see, however, is tear-stained faces that have ultimately accepted their demise and the face of a man—no a curse that is grinning wickedly at the sight of your husband’s corpse.

you take a step back, and sukuna starts to approach you, kicking satoru’s head in the process, “I am sure you would like to join your dear husband, right?”

sukuna cackles at your terrified face, “’until parted by death’, huh, then I will do you a favour and reunite you both once again.”

you want to scream, run, cry, hide, anything, but you’re glued in place, trembling miserably.

a hand nears your face at a piercing speed to slash you.

“NO!”

you are jolted awake, breathing heavily. your hand flies up to your neck and face and you feel no scar.

you frantically look around—you’re in your room. you pat the spot beside you, only to find nothing.

what about satoru?

you jump off the bed and race down to the living room, “satoru, where are you?!”

“hey sweets, I was just getting a cup of water—“ his eyes finally land on you and he is silent before he speaks up again, voice much softer, “…did you have a nightmare?”

you throw yourself into his embrace and start wailing and crying loudly.

you’re holding him tightly, but even with that, he feels you shaking.

satoru feels his heart breaking as his arms wrap around your quivering figure.

he starts rubbing your back soothingly and he kisses the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to calm down.

“y-y-you—,” you try to explain, but your sobs interrupt you and you bury your face into his chest even more.

burdened with sorrow, satoru is frowning and his eyebrows are furrowed.

times like these make him wish to have had a technique of a different kind, something that will soothe you and take all these nightmares away.

but he doesn’t and the most he can do is stroke your hair and press feather-like kisses on your face.

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, with a firm but soft, “I am here.”

after a while, your sobs die down and you slowly start to steady your breathing.

satoru smiles softly, “atta girl, you’re doing great.”

you don’t speak and just hold onto his hand. he squeezes your hand lightly and you finally feel your body relax.

you feel him kiss your cheek.

“do you want to tell me about it?” he hands you a cup of your favorite warm drink.

you look at the cup and chuckle lightly, “how did you even make this?”

he shrugs with a smile and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I…” you take a deep breath, “dreamt of you…um—dying.”

he hums , thoughtfully, and rocks both of you gently, “that does sound awful, but!”

“but?”

“that’s not something you need to worry about, gorgeous,” he calmly says.

you stress, “but, satoru, you’re only human; you’re not immune to death.”

he rests his forehead on yours, “but I can avoid it more than most, plus even if I do die—which is unlikely, you will never get rid of me unless it’s old age—I will always be with you, hun.”

you sigh, knowing that there is no arguing with him, “just…take of yourself, satoru; I don’t know what I would do without you.”

he nods and kisses your shoulder, “I will do my best, sweets.”

“I am sleepy,” you yawn.

he chuckles, “I know, y/n.”

“I am tired,” you cuddle closer.

“I know—“

“I love you.”

he smiles, “I love you too.”

taglist: @magenta-cat-drawingss @scul-pted @dazaisdeathwish @requiem626k @nameless-shrimp @shinys-bsd-world-1 @sonder-paradise @ravenina14 @jessbeinme15s-notebook @todorokichills @ginneko @missrown @shrynkk @simplyxsinned @beautiful-is-boring @starlostlaiba @izukus-gf @irethepotato @thekaylahub @dazaisbloodybandages @aeanya @sweetcloudsimp @moon-catto @the-midnightskies @pianopuppygirl @fiona782 @kisakitwister @imjustasimpxd @psychopotatomeme @dreamcastgirl99 @watyousayin @doobiebochana @laylasbunbunny @hojicha-expresso

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be smacked

2K notes · View notes

kurooo-is-here · 5 months

Text

I've been loving writing the yandere stuff recently, so I'll give you guys some crumbs of what I think yandere Kieran is like. Enjoy :D

Yandere!Kieran x Reader

Warnings: Obsessive and controlling behavior, lots of death, implied memory loss

He knew about you before you even met him. I mean, how could he not? The newest Champion of Paldea, who beat Geeta and saved the region during your adventures to Area Zero-- he admires you so much.

And then... he met you. You're even prettier in person, and your voice is heavenly compared to the recordings he has. He can't stop gushing about you.

He spends every waking moment thinking of you after that. So... it turns his world upside down when Ogerpon chooses you over him. And it twists his heart when Terapagos looks at you instead of him.

It's not fair. He loves you, cherishes you above all else... so why is the world being so cruel to him? He watches helplessly as his sister befriends you and keeps secrets from him. He watches as the Pokemon that were meant to be HIS... become yours. His dreams vanish before his eyes, taken by the person he loves most.

He hates you-- well, he wants to hate you. He loves you dearly, he's known about you for so long, but all of these other miserable nobodies can befriend you like its nothing, while scorning HIM for acting a little emotional? He's wanted you for so long, and these fuckers are taunting him, he just knows they are. Enough. He's tired of feeling like his life is out of control. For once, he's going to get what he wants...

One day, you pass by the League clubroom. You notice it's oddly quiet in the halls, and even more quiet in the clubroom. Something isn't right.

As you open the clubroom door, a wave of cold dread washes over you and a sickly stench hits your nose. Blood. Lots of blood. Everywhere. There's bodies on the floor. Your vision starts to spin before you can process anything more.

Kieran is sitting in the middle of it all, crying. But when he sees you, he gets... happy? He runs up to you and embraces you, his hands caked in blood... and he just keeps repeating your name, over and over.

You're shaking. You can't stop shaking. You want to throw up, or scream-- just do something-- but you can't move. When you finally try to pull away from him, he looks confused.

"Y/N, where are you going?" His voice is calm, empty. His grip on you tightens.

"K-Kieran. I don't know why you did this, but this is wrong." You start to sob. "Let me go. Please."

Kieran just smiles at you. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll take good care of you. There's nothing to worry about."

That's the last thing you hear before your vision goes black.

...

You belong to Kieran. You always have, and you always will. He's your loving boyfriend and caretaker, and you live with him in a remote place in Kitakami. You've lived here for as long as you can remember.

Kieran treats you well. He's rarely upset, and he protects you from wild Pokemon. You don't have any Pokemon of your own, so it's only natural. He cooks for you, takes care of you-- he's everything a partner should be.

He loves you so, so much. He always will.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon kieran #pokemon kieran x reader #yandere kieran x reader #oh boy everyones dead!#good thing kieran's taking care of you now!#:)#kuro writes

229 notes · View notes

cissyenthusiast010155 · 4 months

Text

Not Without You ~Casey Novak xFem Wife!Reader (Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson)

Summary— Casey Novak angst. No more spoilers than that! Approach at your own risk!!!

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: MATURE AUDIENCES, 18+!!, death, angst, really sad shit, murder, blood, gore, multiple suicides, unhappy ending, grief character death, crying, mentioned suicidal tendencies, etc.

Enjoy (:

The precinct room was tense. Nobody was moving a muscle. Everyone frozen. You stood right under the doorway. Everyone’s eyes were on her, on Casey.

It was crazy how wrong this had gone so quickly. The perp was holding Casey in front of him with a knife to the ADA’s throat. Her eyes were bulging in fear and you could see her body shaking.

You had walked into the situation, unintentionally, showing up to surprise your wife for lunch. And you had walked in to the precinct to find everyone with their hands up and staring at Case.

Your heart was racing and your breath was bated. Your mind started to spiral, as Elliot started to try and talk the perp down.

The man’s words blurred in and out of your understanding, you were too busy relieving your entire life with Casey. It was too fleeting. It wasn’t enough. This couldn’t be it. You and her had barely had anytime together.

The perp started to get more agitated. It seemed that anything Elliot was saying was only making it worse…

Before you knew it, you heard a sudden slice followed by a squelched scream… and blood splattering across the room…

your heart dropped. Then another slice, no scream this time. Your eyes fluttered heavily, you started to feel dizzy…

Your legs collapsed on themselves and you feel tumbling to the floor. Nothing made sense. How did it all go so wrong, so quickly…?

Tears started to flow from your eyes. You looked up toward the bloody scene, your vision was blurred and hazy. EMTs were rushing to the two bodies that lies laying on the floor.

Everything began to muffle, the sounds fading into the background. You got the sudden urge to throw up, and you couldn’t stop it, vomiting across the precinct floor in front of you.

You jolted as you felt someone’s hand on your back. You looked up to your left with sobbing eyes to see Olivia trying to talk to you. But you couldn’t hear her.

She tried to pick you up and turn you away from Casey, but you fought back. You fought with your life and soul to get to Casey. Olivia’s hold tightened, not letting you move, so in desperation, you began to scream.

“No! God please no!” as you collapse to ground again and scream in agony.

She picked you up from the floor again and quickly filed you out of the main room and into a separate office. You fought and fought but you just didn’t have it in you anymore. She sat you down, sitting next to you, still trying to tell you something.

This was when you noticed how much you were shaking. You couldn’t stop it. Your breathing was shallow and you felt like you were being blocked from the air in your lungs. This realization only brought more tears. Shock and adrenaline were now in full course and running rampant in your system, and you were really starting to feel the overwhelming effect.

Your eyes started to feel heavy and it all became too much. The last thing you remember is leaning against Olivia’s shoulder before shutting your eyes indefinitely.

When you woke up, you were in Olivia’s apartment. You jolted upright with wide eyes.

Olivia was in her kitchen, but as soon as she heard your gasped breathing, she came into the living room where you laid on her couch. She immediately sat down next to you, bringing her hand behind your back.

“Hey, hey… sweetheart, it’s okay. You’re at my apartment. I didn’t think… it would be appropriate to go to yours…” Olivia explained softly.

For a moment, for a nanosecond, you felt at peace. And then it all hit you.

Her dead body, the life leaving her eyes as blood spilt everywhere, her twitching hand as she bleed out, her mouth which you swore was whispering I love you…

You started shaking again, and your breathing went shallow and spiked. Tears flowed freely and violently as you rocked back and forth on Liv’s couch.

“Oh god Oh God Oh God…” you choked out, your lip trembling as you tried to stifle your violent sobs.

“It’s okay, let it all out…” Liv comforted you.

You suddenly felt the rage in your body kick in. You swatted Liv’s hand away and stood up, filled with anger.

“Y/N?” The brunette asked.

“I… I need to go…” you mumbled, “W-where’s my stuff?”

“At the precinct still… Wait Y/N?!”

Before Liv could say another word, you were out the door.

~~~

You walked into the SVU precinct for the second time in twenty four hours that day. The first thing you saw was the blood stain straight in front of you as you walked in. You gulped.

More feelings came bubbling up but you shoved them down.

You marched into the Captain’s office and demanded your things. Cragen looked at you sympathetically and asked if you were alright.

“I’m fine…” you grumbled, “now please give me my shit back.”

Cragen obliged and you were quick your things and leave. You made it all the way home and to your apartment hallway.

But then you saw your apartment. The one you and Casey had gotten together. The one you had planned to raise kids together in.

You shakily placed a hand over your mouth before letting out more uncontrollable sobs. Your legs were threatening to give out on you, but you managed to stumble your way to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed and losing consciousness again.

You couldn’t get out of bed for the next couple of days. You were in and out of either feeling completely numb or being it with all the grief at once. You were questioning reality.

Was this even fucking real…? How could this have happened…? What the fuck were you going to do…??

Throughout those days, you heard many people knocking, coming and going. Not much on your phone anymore, because you had let its battery run out, but when it was on, everyone on the team was calling and texting.

You knew they only wanted what’s best for you and that they wanted to make sure you were okay… But you couldn’t face them. If you faced them, that would mean it was real. And you couldn’t risk that. That would break you. More than you are already, it would shatter you into the abyss.

Months had passed and you had gone from your bed to your couch. Nowadays, it was mostly the numb feeling. You’d gotten rid or moved any and all reminders of your late past wife.

You spent your days sleeping and crying. People always said it got better, but your pain when you felt it, was like the day you lost her. People were bullshit. You didn’t want anyone ever again. You didn’t want this. Didn’t want life.

On a good day, you had just enough energy to make it to the bathroom. Today, you had been in the bath for hours, already having refilled it twice. You had your head laid back as your line of sight hit a bottle of pills on your counter. Your gut tugged at you.

You could be with Casey again…

You leaned far with your arm and grabbed the pill bottle. You spun it in your hands and thought about it all.

She’s gone… never coming back… why not just skip the torture and be with her again…?

“Alex…” Olivia breathed out with a light smile as the blonde ADA strutted down the street and towards the brunette detective with her signature smirk.

Liv, Elliott, and Alex then walked the crime scene and got themselves familiarized with this new case. And when they had a second at the precinct, she pulled Liv aside.

“Hey Liv, I heard about Casey Novak, Y/N’s wife… How is Y/N…?” Alex asked with light concern.

You and Alex went to law school together. You had been really close. Until she went into Witness Protection. Since then neither of you had heard from each other.

“I… Alex…” Liv sighed, rubbing her temples, “I haven’t heard from Y/N in months…”

Alex’s jaw nearly dropped.

“What…??” She exclaimed, “Liv that’s… that’s…”

“I know, I know… I just got caught up in cases and I thought she didn’t want me there by the way it went down and—” Liv rambled.

“No Liv…! It’s— Where does she live…??” Alex said in a panicked and concerned tone.

Liv quickly gave Alex the address, Alex stopped by Cragen’s office to let him know she’d be gone for some time, before the blonde practically ran out of the precinct.

Olivia was quick to follow, having trouble keeping up with how fast Alex was going. But she got to the blonde in the parking garage, stepping in front of Lex’s car before she could drive away.

“Alex! What is happening…??” Liv exclaimed.

“Get in the car!!” Alex called out.

Liv quickly got in the passenger seat and sped away.

“Lex… talk to me please…” Liv softly spoke, interlocking her left hand with her girlfriend’s right hand.

Alex took a deep breath as she sped down the roads to your place.

“Liv… When Y/N and I were in school, she got really close to a professor, she was like a mentor to Y/N… In our last year… that professor died…” Alex breathed out.

“Oh�� I’m sorry…” Liv gently said.

“No Liv that’s not it. What’s it is what happened afterwards… Y/N started behaving oddly, becoming more reclusive and anti social… and then…” Alex gulped, and flinched a little at recalling these harsh memories, “Liv, she tried to kill herself.”

Liv’s whole demeanor changed, her eyes going wide. She felt guilt wracking her body.

How could she have been so stupid…? How could she have left you alone for so long…? What if..??

The car screeched to a halt just outside the apartment, and the two women rushed into the building. They ran up the stairs and Olivia had absolutely no hesitation in barging down the door. The women rushed into the room and looked around frantically.

Alex listened for you, and she faintly heard the sound of water running. Her eyes widened and she exclaimed,

“Bathroom, Liv, bathroom!!!!” Alex cried out.

Alex stumbled the bathroom door open and stepped into the overflowing water from the bath that was everywhere. She yelped desperately in distress. Tears started to run down Alex’s cheeks, as she placed a hand over her mouth, the other hand still on the doorknob.

Liv came rushing behind Alex and was just as horrified at the sight as Alex was.

The overflowing water… the empty pill body… your lifeless body..

“We-we need a bus…” Liv stammered into her radio, taking ahold of Alex.

Hell knows they both needed the support…

“It’s not your fault, Liv. Not your fault…” Alex whispered.

“Like hell it isn’t…” Liv breathed out.

~~~

Casey Novak Masterlist

Olivia Benson Masterlist

Alex Cabot Masterlist

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #Alex Cabot #olivia benson #cabenson #alexandra cabot #liv benson #angst #Casey Novak angst #unhappy ending #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law & order #law & order special victims unit #law & order svu #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

98 notes · View notes

whumpasaurus101 · 8 months

Text

Whumptober, day one

YAY!!! First day of @whumptober Lets see how this goes YUDJUHDDHJ

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?

Sidekick stumbled backwards as Villain advanced towards them. They could hear their own heartbeat in their ears, thumping loudly as if crying out for help.

“Give it up, kid. Tell me where Hero is and you and I can get along.”

Sidekick took a shaky breath before slowly bring up their fists, ready to fight as they got their footing back, “Not happening,” they rasped, hating themself for how weak their voice sounded, “I'm not going to stop fighting back.”

A cruel smirk cracked along Villain’s lips as they raised their fists too, “Me neither.”

This time, Sidekick lunged forwards first. They went to swing at the villain but their wrist was quickly grabbed, along with their other one before Villain drove their knee up into Sidekick’s stomach.

Sidekick cried out as they hunched over, only resulting in them being kneed in the face. They fell to the floor, not getting any break as Villain was quick to straddle their hips, delivering punch after punch.

Sidekick screamed out, letting out all their energy, grabbing both of Villain’s wrists before throwing them off of them. This time they straddled Villain’s hips. They shot out their witch blade, placing it just at Villain’s throat as they caught their breath, “You- you're going to leave me alone,” Sidekick growled, surprising themself at their own tone, “You're going…gonna leave me and Hero alone.”

Villain simply scoffed, “Oh please, you think you scare me? You're nothing but a weak link to Hero. They only hired you because they felt sorry for you.

And that was when Sidekick did something they were trained not to do. They let it sink in. Their grip on Villain loosened and they gulped. But Villain then turned Sidekick to the floor, snatching the blade from the other’s hand and drove it into Sidekick’s torso, ripping a scream from the other.

“Damn, I really thought we would get along,” Villain hummed, “Welp! See you around kid,,, or not,” Villain giggled before running off to the shadows who engulfed their figure- leaving Sidekick by themself.

Sidekick was gasping for breath, shaking hands pressing down onto their wounds as they broke down into sobs, god, they were pathetic.

Rustling from a nearby bush made Sidekick flinch, only further upsetting their wound as they whimpered. “Ple-please, Villain, I-I swear I don't kno-”

“Sidekick?”

Sidekick’s eyes blew open, “Hero?!”

The hero ran over kneeling beside their sidekick as their face contorted in guilt, “Oh, bud… I'm so sorry…” They took in their sidekick who lay on the ground, sweat coating their face and hair, skin paler than usual and blood everywhere.

“It's okay, you're gonna be okay, buddy.”

Sidekick whimpered and nodded, leaning into the gentle touch in their sweat-soaked hair, “Hu-hurts..”

“I know… I know, I’ll make it stop hurting soon, we just need to bring you back the the HQ, alright”? Sidekick nodded slowly, their eyes fluttering closed but they opened them back up at Hero’s voice, “Heyhey, don’t be falling asleep on me, it would be one boring car ride back without you talking to me.”

They both shared a laugh but Sidekick winced as their wound filled with fire. Hero gulped before they held up five of their fingers, “Hey, how many fingers am I holding up, bud?”

Sidekick squinted up as they tried to focus their vision on Hero’s hands, “Fff-fi-five?”

“Yeah! Good job! That’s how many sweets I’ll give you when we get home, got it?” Sidekick smiled and nodded, “Th’nk you..” They were going to be alright… but Villain’s words still cut deep into their heart. They were weak…

#whumptober 2023 #whumptober2023 #no.1 #beating #stabbing #sidekick whumpee #hero caretaker #villain whumper #hxv #heros and villains #stabbing tw #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #lee wrote something :o

121 notes · View notes

writing-havoc · 2 years

Text

Both

♡ Summary: You have a nightmare about Kaz. He helps a little more than you thought he would

♡ Pairing(s): Kaz Brekker x GN!Reader

♡ Fandom: Six of Crows

♡ Warning(s): Blood

♡ WC: 2.5k

Just a small moment between Kaz and the reader. It's a little rushed, written in about 45 minutes (save for grammar corrections) but I like it.

While I did edit it, please excuse any grammar and spelling errors. Hope you like it <3

∘₊✧──────────────────✧₊∘

Your heart pounds in your chest as you shoot out of bed, gun drawn as you look wildly around. Flashes of figures and people flicker in your eyes and disappear as you blink. Your hands are dripping with blood and yet there's not a single speck of red on them.

Sweat drips off your eyebrow and onto your cheek, but as you hurriedly wipe it away you realize your cheek is drenched.

With a start, you remember you had a nightmare. Adrenaline pumps through your veins, ramping up your heart and shortening your breathing. There still people in the corner of your eyes, your hands feel sticky with what you now realize is sweat and you can't stop shaking, gun clattering to the floor.

You wait for a round to fire off, but thankfully nothing happens. Thunder cracks in the distance and you hate with every fiber of your being how you jump at the sound. Who jumps at thunder?

Your eyes drool with tears, spilling them down your face faster than you can clean them. Without a notice from your brain you begin to pace, trying to think and yet /not/ think.

Sweat plasters your shirt to your body, and you peel it off- actually, damn near rip it off as the frigid air begins to cool your slick bare skin. But it's not enough because it's still too damn hot and freezing at the same time.

You try sticking your arms in the air, giving your skin room to breathe instead of crushing it together. You can hear yourself talking, feel the muscles in your jaw moving, but there's not a single coherent syllable tumbling from your lips. You want to scream and throw your nightstand through the window.

But you have to be quiet. You have to be quiet because if you start breaking shit you'll wake up Inej and Nina and Pim and-

Kaz.

It's like your heart leaps directly out of your chest when you think of him. So much so an audible sob escapes your lips and your knees nearly buckle.

That's what the dream was about. That's what you're crying over.

But he's fine, right? He's Kaz Brekker. Dirtyhands. Bastard of the Barrel. A fucking monster among men. Secret sweetheart. He's fine he's fine he's fine.

Yet you can't think of anything but the blood and the people and his body drowning in its own crimson lake. There's always so much and it just spills everywhere. Sticky and dark and metallic.

You grab your discarded shirt and wipe your body down, soaking up as much sweat and tears as you can and lunging for a clean one on the foot of your bed. Tugging it on, you had just barely the mind to check your pants and socks before opening your door.

The dream itself didn't make sense. There's no way you and Kaz would be on a mission alone without backup, surrounded by his enemies, and practically defenseless. But the feeling you got, the way everything sounded and the texture of his shirt and blood were all real, all things you've felt and heard before. And that was enough to send you hurtling over the edge.

You don't even know you're going to him until you see the light shining underneath the door to the attic.

There was no thinking as you opened the door to his office, stepping in and searching wildly for the man from your dream. There was a candle lit and a cup of his day old coffee on the corner of his desk. You shut the door behind you, jumping when you bump into his coat rack. His hat and coat were here, so he has to be home.

It didn't take long at all for him to appear with an annoyed expression on his face from the bathroom. The expression morphed, however, when he saw the state that you were in.

It took everything in you to not run up to him and just touch him. That wasn't allowed. But you wanted to. You wanted to feel the warmth in his body and the blood pumping in his veins. You wanted to feel something that would tell you he was alive.

He was upright and walking, eyes full of as much life as they could be with the job he works and his past, but looks are easy to deceive. His voice was like gravel, tickling your ears in a way that is wholeheartedly and completely familiar, but that could be faked too.

"... you doing here?" You only just registered the words coming out of his mouth, his form now closer to yours. You were both in the middle of the room, you staring tearfully at him and him looking you over while keeping a distance. It was startling to see that his hands were bare, the pale white skin of his slender fingers on display.

That definitely wasn't like Kaz at all.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, staring at his chest. It was covered by a white button up shirt with faint, thin blue stripes going vertically on the torso and horizontally on the arms. If you reached out you could touch him and check his pulse. You wringed your hands together.

Saints, what could you even say?

'Sorry I busted in your room at an unholy hour of the night. I just had a horrible nightmare of which its focal point was you dying right in front of me and I woke up inable to distinguish reality from my hallucinations and I'm genuinely not sure if you're alive right now even though you're standing right in front of me.'? He'd probably have you kicked from the Dregs for being a fucking lunatic.

So instead you just went with, "Bad dream."

He was silent as he seized looking you over, now truly noticing your glossy focused eyes and roughed up appearance. You don't doubt there was little white streaks all across your face, smudged from your shirt and newer ones tracing your rough edges.

"I'd say 'bad dream' is a bit of an understatement, dove." He looked around his room. "Considering you barged in here at a little after 3 bells and your shirt is inside out, I'd lean more towards nightmare."

You looked down. The seams were showing.

Fuck.

This was all wrong.

You nodded, shuffling on your feet. You chanced a glance up at his face and found him staring directly at you. As tired as he appeared to be, you could tell he wasn't planning to sleep anytime soon.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, explain yourself maybe, but nothing came. Its like your throat was closing in on itself. You took a step backward and began pacing, just like before. What could you even do?

Kaz was silent as he watched you. From the corner of your eye you could see him begin to retreat back to the bathroom. Bright red panic flashed in your body at the thought of him disappearing from your sight. There was too much red. Everything was red.

The rapid pattering of your feet stilled on the ground, his own turning to see what happened. Shock was evident on his face. You gripped your hand harder, etching crescent moons into the back of your hand.

Why were you being such a baby? He can handle himself. You know he can. You went over this.

But the blood.

"I'm just going to get my gloves." He stated calmly, continuing into the bathroom slowly. You moved to the left, watching him every step of the way but never moving closer. True to his word he grabbed his gloves and left the room, walking back towards you with that familiarly uneven gait.

It eased your heart a little.

He came back to a stop at just the same distance in front of you as before, his slender fingers sliding back into the confines of his gloves. He was starting to look a little more like himself.

But still.

"Are you-" You began in a whisper, clearing your throat to speak up. "Are you alive?"

"I should hope so, otherwise we'd both have a little bit of a problem on our hands."

You stared at his chest again. If you looked more closely maybe you could see his heart beating through his shirt.

Kaz shuffles on his feet, leaning towards his good leg.

"This nightmare of yours... it was about me I reckon." His tone was calm, and surprisingly soft. Not guarded and grating like usual.

There were so many mixed signals.

You nodded, looking away but keeping him well within your peripheral.

This was horrifically embarrassing. But nothing was working. Him standing in front of you was helping a little, but not enough. Nothing was enough.

You flapped your hands, trying to shake the electricity out of them. Your wrists protested at the jerking and bending, but you ignored them.

"You..." You sucked in a breath. "You died, right in front of me. And you just... you laid there and there was so much blood." Your breathing became ragged, the images flashing in your mind once again. "It was like a fucking lake and it wouldn't stop. It was on the ground on my shoes on my hands-" you them on your shirt, the sweat on them feeling much too similar, "and everybody was angry and they just killed you and they- they almost got me too but-"

A sob broke from your throat. "But you just got up and stared at me and I touched you and you were cold as ice even though you were only dead for a few seconds and your voice-" you shook your head, hands grabbing at your hair as fresh tears streamed down your face.

"It wasnt yours." You couldn't manage more than a whisper, a whine even as you just repeated it over and over. Kaz wasn't saying anything and you're not even sure if you wanted him to say anything at all. What would he even say?

You sniffled, trying to clear your throat. "And I know you can handle yourself and it wasnt real but saints Kaz it felt so real." You dried your eyes with your hands, wiping them off on your pants as you did so. "Hell, I woke up standing in the middle of my room with my gun drawn. I don't know why I'm so freaked out and I'm so sorry for just coming in here but I just needed to know you're at least here but its not enough-"

A glove was held toward you, pale skin shaking ever so slightly.

The shock of the action was enough to ground you temporarily. You looked up at him and saw his eyes looking right at yours already, like they never moved from before.

"Kaz what-"

"Put it on."

You had to have heard him wrong. You had to have.

"What do you-"

"I need you to put the glove on for this."

For... oh, fuck.

Hesitantly, you took the glove, taking care not to touch his bare hand and slipped it on. It was big, a good half inch of glove left over on the fingers. The inside felt nice, though. The material wasnt uncomfortable and definitely felt like they were made for long term use.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to feel warmth right away, or at all." You could tell he was trying to keep his tone even, teeth a little gritted, but he reached for your hand. You pulled away slightly, just out of reach.

"Kaz you don't have to do this. I know how uncomfortable you are- well, I don't know, but I know how you get. You don't have to force this on yourself if you don't want to, really. Im just being a big baby-"

He let out a sigh, but you caught the whispers of a smile on his lips. He waited for you to calm before speaking. "I know more than anyone that I don't have to. Now give me your hand. The gloved one, preferably."

Well... okay, then. You cracked a smile and stepped forward, placing your hand (the gloved one) in his. With a gentleness you hadn't seen on him before, he brought your hand forward, placing your palm directly to his chest.

Immediately you could feel his heart. It was fast, faster than a heart should be. But it was there, and that's what mattered.

Very quickly heat began to seep through the leather, flanked by Kazs hand still holding onto yours and pressing it harder onto himself.

You took a deep shakey breath in, your bubbling anxiety trickling away.

He's here. He's here and he's alive and he's okay.

The people in the corner of your mind fell away, the sticky blood runs clear, and Kaz Brekker stands before you. Warm, snarky, and alive.

You sit here for a little while, feeling his pulse continue its steady high rhythm as your own syncs to his. It was a little rushing, to feel your heart beating so fast, but it helped you feel alive and present, grounded. Because it was his you were sharing this beat with.

The shaking stopped, but you could see the way his temple flexed as he grinded his teeth, a very very fine sheen of sweat plastering on his forehead. Distantly, you wondered just how long he'd be willing to put up with this.

Eventually though, you needed to give him his space. You pulled your hand back, gently taking it out from beneath his. Your fingers dragged along his chest.

He shuddered under the touch.

It felt strange, not having the thumping against the palm of your hand, but it wasn't going to kill you.

You pulled at the fingers, sliding the glove off and handing it back to him. He would need it. And that much was clear as he gave you a grateful nod and slid his hand back into it. He flexed his hand, comfortable to have a solid barrier between him and the world once more.

"I want to apologize, again, for barging in here. I promise, or at least hope, this doesn't become a regular thing." You rubbed your thumb into the palm of your hand. "I'm more than aware you can take care of yourself-"

"Y/n."

"Yes?"

"Dont hesitate to barge in."

You swallowed the spit collecting in your throat. "You sure?"

He flicked between your brows, earning a hurt chirp from your mouth. "Im sure."

"You're gonna regret that one day." You rubbed your forehead.

"Which one?" He asked, walking to his desk. "The offer or the flick?"

"Both."

"We'll see about that." He opened the window behind his desk, dusting off the surface with his hands. "For now, I do not regret it."

You walked over as he patted the rest of the dirt away, hopping up onto the sill as he brushed his hands together. "Not even a little?"

Kaz looked at you, and smiled genuinely. "Not even a little."

"The flick? Or the offer?"

He smiled, a private smile meant only for you. "Both."

This was definitely Kaz Brekker.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker x y/n #six of crows x reader #six of crows fanfic #six of crows #shadow and bone fanfic #x reader #soc x reader #fanfic

1K notes · View notes

blueicequeen19 · 2 years

Text

Hurt Like Hell

Warnings: oral, unprotected sexy time, dirty talk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hard. Thick. Ready.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just a few more minutes.

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

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

619 notes · View notes

franken-loser · 2 months

Text

Crying sobbing screaming throwing up hitting the ground with my fists ripping my hair out hitting my head flapping my hands jumping up and down hyperventilating tears everywhere shaking my head rapidly running around in circles breathing abnormally cant breath throwing things around (i saw henry clerval)

#im normal about him #i just had to give myself a timeout and had to curl up in a ball cause i got too excited about him #i cant stop thinking about him #HELPPP MEEEEEEEE #this is a cry for help /j #frankenstein #henry clerval #henry clerval....save me henry clerval.......#henry clerval save me.......#ouugghhhh

19 notes · View notes

catoslvt · 1 year

Text

▪︎Peeta Mellark X Reader▪︎

"It's just a dream y/n its not real."

Peeta thought u only pretended to like him just so you'd win the games.

Anything written in bold is a part of your dream.

Running and running, that's all I'm doing.

"Peeta!? Peeta!?" I scream until my throat is dry and scratching, my neck suddenly sore from looking around so much and i collapse onto the floor.

"Peeta, where are you!?" I shout, and I suddenly realise where I am, I'm back in the arena, but where's peeta?

Peetas pov

I wake up in alarm, I can hear y/n shouting my name, but she sounds terrified, almost as if she's crying.

I quickly run out of my room in the train into her room and see that she's still sleeping, but she's crying and throwing her arms about everywhere.

"Y/n." I say slowly as I sit next to her and shake her shoulder.

Your pov again.

"Y/n!" I hear peeta call, and I sit up in alarm and look around, sighing a sigh of relief when I realise im not in the arena.

And suddenly, my eyes fall on peeta, and I feel my full body relaxing.

"Are you okay?" He asks, and I nod.

"I had a dream I was back in the arena." I whisper and he stares at me.

"But I couldn't find you, and then I remembered how it felt when I thought I really lost you in the arena, and I just -" I quickly say, suddenly feeling tears pouring from my cheeks again and peeta says nothing and instead hugs me.

"It's just a dream, y/n, it's not real." Peeta tells me as he rests his head on top of mine.

"I can't lose you again." I sob into his chest, and peeta just sighs.

"You're not going to, I'm not leaving you. Ever." Peeta comforts as he pulls me closer to him if that was somehow possible.

"It just felt so real."I sigh.

"I promise you it was just a dream, I get them too." Peeta then tells me, and I pull away from the hug and look at him.

"You get them too?" I ask, wiping a tear from my cheek, and peeta nods before he lays down on his side, still facing me, and I copy what he does, but I face him.

"Do you want to sleep in here tonight?" I ask peeta, seeing as I've already woke him up and drove him into here.

I watch and smile slightly as peeta begins to blush and look around awkwardly.

"Sure." He tells me, and I suddenly feel bad for everything I done in the games.

"Peeta?" I then ask, and he stops looking about and looks at me.

"Yeah?" He says.

"Everything I said and did in the games?" I continue to ask, and he slowly nods, not knowing where this conversation is going.

"I meant it all." I whisper, and he just smiles widely before grabbing my face and kissing me.

#peeta mellark #peeta x reader #i love peeta #fanfic #fiction #romance #writing #thg fanfiction

84 notes · View notes

spoilersmylove13 · 1 year

Text

Since their wedding night, prince Aegon has been complaining everywhere about how his wife and sister acted like a dead fish on their wedding night. He burps with breaths of fine wine when he does that, as queen Alicent marches toward him, demanding him to stop talking, “Aegon, think of the shame you’ll bring to your sister, your wife!” Aegon simply shrugs, walking away with a newly-filled glass of wine.

The princess, as usual, surrounds herself with insects, not sparing one more look at her husband’s direction. They have not slept in the same chamber ever since. While Aegon’s chamber is never short of whores coming and going, Helaena’s nights are usually much quieter. Until one evening, that is.

When Helaena pasts Lucerys’ chamber, she is surprised to find there are no guards in front of his door. She doesn’t think much of it, until faint noises start coming out of his chamber. The intermediate moans from her nephew, her sister’s son.

As she walks in, Lucerys’ half-bared ass is facing right to her, bucking at a pillow Luke’s been holding tightly, while her nephew is moaning wantonly, not noticing Helaena’s presence. “A-Aemond…” cried Lucerys, as he trembles so intensely while reaching his climax.

Helaena watches with her eyes widened, bit slow to piece everything together and register the obvious obsession Luke has on her little brother. Awkwardly, she clears her throat, and Luke snaps his head back to see his aunt standing in his room, looking all lost.

“Gods, I’m…I’m sorry, Helaena. I…” Luke’s voices sounds cracked, with a hint of crying tone. He fumbles to cover himself with pillows and sheets, his face looking crimson red. Helaena should probably leave, as she tells herself in her mind. Instead, she sits down by Luke’s bed.

Helaena is never one to clingy onto the carnal pleasure like her husband, who’s always seen with an armful of whores, sometimes maids, groping them under their underskirts. She seems to be against all forms touch. Her first reaction is to flinch, whenever she’s touched.

But tonight something is different. As she watched Lucerys reaching the edge of his pleasure, she becomes curious, wondering what it would be like, to be over the edge of ecstasy, the thing that’s constantly chased by her husband Aegon.

Lucerys is still shaking, partly out of pleasure and partly out of shame. “I’m sorry, aunt Hel. I was…I thought no one was coming here so I dismissed the guards and..” he looks up at her, realizing she must have heard him screaming Aemond’s name, “Please, you can’t tell a single soul…I’m…I’m a disgrace, I…”

The sobbing gets louder and louder. Helaena reaches her arm, cradling the young prince in her arms, bringing him onto her laps, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She twists her body uncomfortably, then realizes what the wetness is around her lower waist seeping through the fabric of her dressing gown.

“Oh Gods,” babbled Lucerys, “Oh Gods I’m so, so sorry…” He lifts himself up, his engorged clit exposed to her, red and swollen, glistening too. Helaena swallowed. She brushes against Lucerys’ tender bud with her finger, making him squirm and yelp at the same time, “Wait…It’s still sensitive.” Luke sounds breathy, but there’s no sign of asking her to stop.

So Helaena adds another finger, pinching the clit as Luke throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, “Fuck, yes, keep going, hmm...” Helaena’s breaths start to become heavy out of the excitement. Lucerys understands the cue, so he reaches down his own hand, slipping into Helaena’s gown, slightly rubbing her pussy lips.

Before she could manage to hold back, a tiny moan escapes Helaena’s lips. Lucerys hums in contentment, leaning onto his aunt, as he inserts one finger in her while thumbing her clit. Helaena moves her hips, grinding herself on Luke’s hand, fastening her movements on her hand as well.

Soon both of them are panting loudly, foreheads pressing together as they’re about to finish. Luke’s lips find Helaena’s neck, as he places little pecks on it, licking it every once in a while. Helaena shivers, feeling her body tense up, then released from the buildup pleasure all over her. Tears well up in her eyes. She almost cries having an orgasm.

Luke is close too. He buries his forehead in the nook of Helaena’s shoulder, one hand in her pussy, the other gripping and kneading her breasts. He let out a series of muffled cries against Helaena’s skin while she raises her arms and hugs the boy tight, waiting for him to get over his own shivering orgasm.

They cuddle together in bed, playfully kissing each other on the cheeks, noses and chins. Helaena doesn’t leave until the dawn. Little do they know, the cleaning maid catches a glimpse of princess Helaena leaving prince Lucerys’ chamber when she comes in…

————————

“Helaena? Impossible.” snorted Aegon, “Your spy is wrong, Criston. Have you fucked Helaena? Oh, you haven’t. Then let me tell you, she is no fun. Not in a million years would she shag our nephew, not to mention everyone knows he’s got his eyes on buzz-killer Aemond, Gods bless his poor soul.”

“Nevertheless, my prince. The Blacks are a bunch of shameless whores. I am merely concerned that the princess might be corrupted.” replies Ser Cole. Aegon waves his hand impatiently, “Yes, yes, they take it from their whore mother. I’ve heard hundreds of times from mother. Leave me.”

Aegon raises his hand again but stops halfway. Somehow he loses his interest in summoning his whore back in. He takes a big gulp of his wine, stumbles up and wanders to his wife’s bedchamber. Helaena sits there, by the window, looking down at the training yard where Jacaerys is practicing swords play with his brother Lucerys.

“Something fun to watch?” Helaena turns her head, giving her husband a blank look, and looks away, “Nothing, husband.” “I heard you and little Lucy had a wonderful time last night, and the nights before.” Aegon sounds colder than usual, his eyes not leaving Helaena.

Helaena turns back at him with slight surprise in her eyes. But soon enough her expression changes to her usual look of indifference. This, Aegon sees as a slap in his face. Rage rises in him and he grabs Helaena’s wrist, slamming her to the bed.

“Why aren’t you denying it? Trying to hide it? Lie to me at the very least?” He growls, silver strands of hair messily frame his face. Helaena does not reply. She tilts her head to the side, waiting for his usual way of force-entering. Aegon flips her over, making her lying belly down on the bed, and tears open her dress with his right hand.

“Not having enough fun from your Lord husband?” spits Aegon as he frees his cock from his breeches, “If getting fucked is what you want, why don’t you come to me?” Aegon thrusts mercilessly, a hand gripping his sister’s hair, “Of all these sluts I pay for in the Keep, I didn’t know you were one of them. My own wife and sister! Whoring herself to a bastard!”

Aegon bucks his hip deeper in his sister, who is still not responsive, just taking in silence. This only angers Aegon further. He takes off his small clothes hanging by his ankle and covers Helaena’s mouth, “Taste it. Sniff it. That’s your husband. Your brother. The one you should be fucking. I’m sick of you acting like a dead fish while screeching like a whore in someone else’s bed.”

He grabs Helaena’s hair and forces her to look up, “You should be grateful of your husband’s cock, Helaena, of your brother’s…” And then Aegon freezes, as he sees tears streaming down from Helaena’s face, already smothered red by his small clothes. He stops thrusting, one hand cupping his sister’s face, meeting her unfocused eyes, “Hey, hey, hey, Hel, don’t…don’t cry…”

He lowers his body, pressing the tip of his nose on Helaena’s temple, “What’s wrong? I thought you liked it rough. The whores always…Fuck what am I saying? I…I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he raised his hand to wipe her tears, only to find more and more tears dripping down. Aegon stays in her, afraid to move. Slowly, he gets his arms around her, while Helaena sobs in his arms.

“There, there.” Aegon awkwardly coos at her, “I’m holding you. Like when we were kids. You were the best sister, always quiet, not crying at all in my arms. You refused to let anybody else hold you except me. You cried so loud when mother tried to take you in her arms. You still flinch when she or grandfather touches you. But you always let me hold you.”

Helaena stops sobbing, but Aegon keeps going, “That’s the only kind of love I get. Touch. The kind of touch when mother is not slapping me.” He laughs a little, “The whores throw themselves over me. They ride me, screaming about how much they love me. Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend they were you.”

A kiss, then two, then three come down on Helaena’s cheek. Aegon turns her over, scrutinizing her face for the first time in years. He leans forward, whispering, half to himself half to her, “Why weren’t we close anymore since grandsire announced our betrothal? I miss you, Hel.”

Helaena wipes her tears, then brings her brother’s face close to her, planting a light kiss on his lips, “I miss you too, Egg.” Somehow simple words like this make Aegon’s eyes red. Slowly, he picks back up his pace, gently thrusting in and out, observing Helaena’s face. She tilts her head back, arching her back to match his thrusts.

Aegon kisses Helaena’s cheek again, “You’re alright with the pace?” Helaena nods, and puts her arms around his waist, pressing his hip down at her. Aegon does not notice he’s crying. He keeps thrusting and pounding, muttering, “I miss you, I miss you.” Helaena takes his hand, and places it over her clit, rubbing herself against it, “It’s alright Aegon. I’m here.”

And Aegon comes hard at her words, screaming into her nape, thighs trembling. Helaena’s walls tighten around him, causing a painfully sounded groan from her husband. And Helaena squirts right after that, clear fluid wetting the both of them.

Aegon collapses on top of her, catching his breaths. His lips stay close to Helaena’s face and neck, pressing deep and shallow kisses all over. He rests his head on Helaena’s chest, one hand fondling her nipples. “Well that was not too bad at all, my lady wife,” chuckled Aegon, “and next time, maybe I’ll help you fuck Lucy if our brother won’t fuck him.”

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen #helaena targaryen #aegon x helaena #helaegon #lucerys x helaena #one-sided lucemond

68 notes · View notes

lec743 · 1 year

Text

FNAF Fanfic (Bloody Flora AU)

So this is probably pretty angsty. I don’t know how angsty it really is because I feel like I padded it out with a lot of fluff, but you know, nightmares are a hard thing to swallow, especially when they’re based on a real life and death situation that you miraculously survived. @oobbbear do you think that your Y/N would have nightmares about their first meeting with Sun and Moon? I feel like they would. *******************************************************************************************

You woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. The nightmare you had was already fading from your mind, but glimpses of what you saw keep poking into you. Blood. Pooled everywhere. Your ragged breathing. Fangs so white and sharp. Hungry eyes always staring at you.

You sit up in bed and grip your pillow to your chest. You burry your face into the pillow and squeeze yourself against it as hard as you could, wanting the lingering images to go away. You look up and around your dark room. The shadows move around in your mind’s eye and makes you anxious.

Throwing the blankets off yourself, but keeping the pillow to your chest, you head for your kitchen. Once in your kitchen you blind yourself with the lights and start making yourself a glass of water. Your hands shake a bit as it holds the filling glass, and you chug the water so hard some of the water runs down your chin.

You wipe your chin off on the pillow and roughly put your cup in the sink. Gripping the counter with your free hand you take deep, almost calming breaths.

Trying not to cry, you said under your breath, “It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Taking another deep breath, you turn around to head back to your room and Sun is there. His mouth was open as he was about to speak, and you could clearly see his fangs. You weren’t expecting to see him, and you involuntarily screamed.

Sun’s ears flattened to the side of his head, and he covered them in pain as you screamed. When you were done, he uncovered his ears and asked, “I’m so sorry, Lavender. I didn’t mean to spook you. I just wanted to ask why you were up so late.”

You were shaking but you were trying to hide it as you gave your Vampire roommate a small smile.

“Y-yah. No. I’m,” your eyes start to blur, “I’m needed s-some water.”

You hope that your sudden onset of tears isn’t noticeable, and you try to scootch pass Sun while hiding your face.

“I’ll be going b-back to my room now.”

As you try to go around Sun, you accidentally trip over your own feet and fall to your knees. You immediately feel clawed hands on your shaking shoulders.

“Here, let me… Why are you crying?” Sun asked, concern heavy in his voice.

The question made you wheeze as the tears really started to come down and between your sobs you said, “I don’t know!”

The clawed hands left your shoulders and in the next second you felt wings wrap around you and half of your face was covered in black and neon orange fur. In your weeping state, the fur felt softer and more comforting than the pillow you were holding and soon you let go of it to burry your face and hands more firmly into the strangely colored fur.

Your body shook with your sobs, but you felt Sun’s clawed hands rub gentle circles into your back and his chin rested on the top of your head. Sun’s body rumbled like he was purring, and you felt him rock you lightly as your crying continued. You don’t know how long you were crying, but it was long enough that your throat felt thick with phlegm and your eyes burned.

Eventually, your sobs turned into ragged breathing and your ragged breathing then turned into sniffling. Still Sun continued to hold you close even though his furry chest was wet with your tears and snot.

“Sorry for messing up your fur,” you mumbled.

“It’s okay. Do you want me to let go of you now?”

You lean into him more and shake your head into his chest. His hold on you tightens slightly. You like the feel of his wings around you, it’s like a warm blanket.

“Do you think you know why you’re so upset now?”

You sniff a bit and hesitate. You’re a bit embarrassed to admit anything to him or to Moon but maybe it will help you to talk it out. You don’t want to be afraid of your friends.

“I,” you inhale shakily, “I think I had a nightmare where you and Moon were chasing me down… and then you two caught me and drained me dry.”

“Ah…”

“I-I know you two wouldn’t actually do that, my sleeping brain is just being stupid!”

“Shhh,” Sun said softly, “I’m just sorry we’ve hurt you like that.”

“Sun, you guys don’t have to be sorry. I already forgave you two. I know you two were just desperate.”

“It still won’t make up for the hurt we caused you.”

One of Sun’s clawed hands worked their way up to your head and started gently brushing your hair.

“You do so much for us. Moon and I couldn’t be more grateful for your kindness and for your friendship. You mean the world to us. We understand if you have nightmares about us sometimes. So please, tell us if you have another nightmare. After watching all of Jackie Chan’s movies, I’m a master at Kung Fu. I’ll beat up Nightmare Sun with my super powerful Karate Chops!”

You giggle at that.

“And I’ll bring a wiffle ball bat to the head of Nightmare Moon,” Moon announced.

Startled you pull away from Sun and look into your dark living room to see Moon squatting only a few feet away from you. His eyes reflected the light from the kitchen.

“When did you get here!?”

Sun said, “He’s been here since you started crying. I though you wouldn’t like being interrupted so I silently asked him to hang back for a bit.”

“Can I join in the hugging now,” Moon asked you.

“I would like that,” you said quietly as you rested your face back into Sun’s fuzzy and slightly damp chest.

It wasn’t long before you felt another pair of wings wrap around you. Moon’s chin rested on your shoulder, and you felt the bell of his nightcap rest against the back of your neck. Then the two Vampire Fruit Bats started telling you about all the different ways they’ll defend you from your nightmares. Through cartoon violence, or by using their vampire powers, or by calling the imaginary police. Each suggestion got a giggle out of you and eventually you were relaxed enough that you were yawning.

“Ready to go back to bed,” Moon asked.

You move to stand back up as you said, “Yah. I should get go-Woah!”

Sun had picked you up and was holding you princess style.

“Sun! I can walk!”

The neon orange and black Vampire started walking to your room as he said, “And let you walk when you’re tried. I don’t think I like the idea of letting you trip again.”

Moon turned off the kitchen lights as they left.

You huff, but you can’t help the smile that’s stretching across your face.

“Besides,” Moon piped up as he held the pillow you brough with you, “We like carrying you. It’s fun.”

“Do I weight anything to you two?”

“Nope,” Sun said as he pushed open your bedroom door.

“It’s like holding a couple of grapes with you,” Moon stated as he put your pillow back on your bed.

Sun put you into bed and Moon tucked you in.

“Thanks guys.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Moon said with a smile.

Sun then zipped his vest back over his chest.

“Wait, did you purposely unzip your vest so that I’d cry into your bare chest?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, then said, “I thought you’d like to cry into something soft.”

You chuckle at that, then said, “Goodnight, Gentlemen.”

“Goodnight, Lavender/Moonflower” they said at the same time.

As you settled into bed you heard your bedroom door close and soon you were peacefully back to sleep.

#fnaf #fanfiction #bloody flora au #oobbbear

113 notes · View notes

saintunhinged · 1 year

Note

I adore how you write Asra so much 😭 if you feel like a request, 32 or 36 would be 😩👌 either way, your stuff is awesome! So glad I found your page!

oh my god, thank you so much ❤️‍🔥 i seriously had too much fun writing this. hopefully it lives up to your expectations <33 i ended up doing both

parings: asra alnazar x reader

content warning: death , blood .. the sweet taste of angst fr

(32) is red in bold italics (36) is purple in bold italics

The sky flashed white with lightning, occasionally replaced with an eerie blood red backdrop that cast over the destruction of Vesuvia. Buildings crumbled to the ground before you. Stalls set up by merchants were split into pieces and scattered everywhere. The large cracks in the ground allowed you to see a red glow emitting from underground.

The world around you was proof that you had failed. Even with the help of your friends, you weren’t strong enough to stop the devil, and ultimately the town paid the price for it.

Nadia and Portia fought in the palace, but ever since the beginning there had been no sign of them. In the forest, Muriel was supposed to take care of the devil’s minions, and Julian insisted on going with him. But everything was quiet, and they still hadn’t returned. They were all meant to keep each other safe and you believed that they would. You had to trust that they were okay.

Asra disappeared from your side in the middle of the fight, now finding him was your first priority. “Asra!” You shouted. No response. You tried again and again, but a voice never replied. You felt fear begin to surge through your body.

You were more than exhausted from the amount of magic you used, but it didn’t stop you from trying to reach out to him. When you did, you felt it. Faint as it constantly flickered in and out, struggling to stay connected with yours, but you knew he was trying.

‘Asra hurt!’ You heard faust in your head. The panic in her voice was evident. You ran, your feet carrying you towards the pull of his magic.

You find him lying on the broken concrete. His white hair caked with dust and blood. “Oh my— Asra!” You rush to him, dropping on the ground when you’re at his side.

Faust is curled up next to his head, viciously swaying back and forth over him. ‘Help!’ she pleads.

Blood soaked through the front of his white shirt. His face his is drained of it’s natural vibrant color and his lips are void of any moisture.

Asra can hardly bring his voice louder than a whisper. “There you are.” he shakily breathes. His face contorts in a mixture of pain, and you worry it hurts when he speaks.

“Shh, I’m here, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.” You supress the urge to throw his arm around you and carry him somewhere he can be treated, but you know moving him would only bring him more pain.

“I’m so tired.” He managed to choke out. Tears ran freely from the corners of his eyes with each weary blink, leaving clear paths on his dirt stained face.

Though your eyes sting and tears of your own threaten to spill over, you keep them at bay for the both of you. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Desperate to save the one you love, you attempt a healing spell. “I-I can fix this. Just keep your eyes open please.” Your voice trembles as you carefully place your hands over his wound.

When you try to call upon your magic, nothing happens. “No,” you quietly mutter, “no no no. Why isn’t it working?!” Frustrated, your tears can no longer be contained. They fall from your face and onto his shirt.

His hand weakly falls on top of yours as he gives it the smallest squeeze. “It’s okay..” His breathing is shallow and slow. A pained smile forces its way onto his lips. “I had to see your face.. one last time... I held on..”

A sob falls past your lips as you tightly shut your eyes. Your head shakes with vigor, “No. This is-isn’t the last time.” You cry. But the silence that follows proves you wrong. It indeed was the last time, and the shattering scream that leaves your throat is inevitable.

A booming voice echoed throughout the town. “You couldn’t save him. You couldn’t save any of them.”

The world around you is suddenly dark. When your eyes fly open, you’re confused to be in the confines of your bed— in the arms of your partner.

Gentle, violet eyes are already staring at you. The warmth radiating from him easily gives you a sense of comfort and security. “Asra..?” you softly murmured. You’re quick to bury yourself closer into his embrace. He wastes no time in tightening his hold around you.

While you were sleeping, he tapped into your subconscious instead of shaking you awake. He didn’t want to take a chance in startling you more.

You feel that your eyes were wet, the tears from your dream bleeding into reality. “I know, love. It’s okay, it was just a nightmare. I’m right here.” And like many times before, he doesn’t have to say it for you to know he’s the reason your nightmare came to end.

He whispered loving affirmations in your ear, lulling you back to sleep. “I won’t let any harm come to you.” He watched you sleep, confident in knowing your dreams would only be the sweetest for the rest of the night. “I promise.”

145 notes · View notes

skygodtraumabond · 10 months

Text

<The video opens with Marny sitting in the center of a clearing. The same clearing she's been tending to for the past several days. There's an excessive amount of equipment surrounding what is currently just a barren patch of dirt. There's tarps, support structures, UV lamps, an electric heater—the soil itself even looks entirely different in that patch. Branches are scattered around everywhere, their sizes ranging from twigs to massive limbs. Despite this being the depths of the Glimwood Tangle, moonlight filters in from above.

She is hunched over the dirt, sometimes checking her phone. Sometimes screaming. Sometimes looking around in a panic. Constantly crying. At one point, she throws the phone into the brush in front of her, sinking to the ground and clawing at her hair. The crowd of Impidimp and Morgrem that have seemingly made her into a campsite crawl ever closer. They aren't aggressive, but they seem to be getting increasingly excited as she spirals.

Then, the sounds of someone stumbling through the brush can be heard, and the camera is knocked into a brief tailspin. As it recovers and the image recenters, Ray can be seen standing behind Marny, shaking violently. There are sliced vines draped over their shoulders, spores clinging to their entire body, thorns embedded in their robe, assorted debris stuck in their hair, and wisps of red aura crawling over their hands.

Despite the death grip on their machete and the heavy breathing, they seem to be holding it together. Barely.

Unlike the earlier excitement of the fairy types surrounding Marny and her misery, they all stare at Ray with abject horror. The Impidimp all take off further into the tangle. A few of the Morgrem drop into false surrender positions, but seem to think better of it, crawling backwards on all fours before stumbling to their feet and taking off after their pre-evolved counterparts. Honedge seems equally disturbed by Ray's presence, rearing up to defend Marny from their perceived wrath.

However, that wrath never arrives. They instead take a breath and holster their weapon, hurriedly brushing the vines off of their shoulders as they slowly continue their approach. They keep their hands in plain sight in an attempt to lower the sword's guard, stepping to the side of Marny as the red wisps dissipate.

They don't fully shake the Honedge's scrutiny, but they do manage to sit beside Marny. They remain there in silence for a moment before slowly putting their shaking arm around her back. This startles her back into reality, and she looks up at Ray with so many emotions on her face. Fear. Anger. Despair. Agony. Hopelessness. Yet, after only a few seconds under Ray's unsteady hand, she seems to melt completely, falling into them as she sobs into their chest.

Marny: I... I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I thought I could fix this. I thought I could do something good and—and actually do it right for once, but I just—

Ray: Marny. It's... It's alright. I know. I know you tried your best...

Marny: I... I... I just don't know what to do... I...

Marny continues to whimper and shake under Ray's grip—somehing that only seems to grow stronger the more she falls apart. They turn their head to the sky and seem to have their eyes locked on that opening in the canopy, breathing carefully as if they're conserving their only pocket of air in a sunken ship. Their expression is unreadable, their eyes hidden behind their goggles and the rest of their face only speaking to being physically winded from the sprint over. Only the shaking of their hands speaks to anything deeper.

Slowly, they help her to her feet, whispering inaudible comforts to her as they slowly help her stand. Marny leans hard into Ray, barely able to support her own weight with her misery on her shoulders. Taking one final breath towards the sky, Ray lowers their head and returns their full attention to Marny once more.

Ray: Can you walk?

Marny: Why... Why does that—?

Ray: I just want to know. Can you?

Marny thinks on that for a moment. Her sobs have subsided into quiet whimpers, her arms wrapped entirely around Ray as they trace patterns into her back. Then, she looks up at them, her eyes avoiding theirs. She seems to be silently pleading for something. Ray apparently gets the message, because they lean down and give her a gentle kiss on the lips. It lasts for a few seconds before Marny finally feels comfortable enough to pull away. Despite the new distance, they still keep their hands knitted together, Ray using their sleeve to wipe Marny's tears as she nods.

Marny: ... Yeah....I... I can walk.

Ray: Okay... Good. Then... Let's go for a walk.

Marny nods and leans into Ray's side. They lean down and give her another soft kiss on the head before looking for the path out of the Tangle. As they scan the woods for a way out, they lock eyes with the camera.

They stare for a bit too long for comfort. The video ends here.

#raytalk #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pkmn irl #the pearl of kalos #glowing in galar

9 notes · View notes

yaaay-propellerhat · 22 days

Text

Trumpet warps to Asha’s house, still in the same daze he was in when he left. His body aches with the phantom warmth and yield of cuddling his sister, needing to make it real more than anything.

The door is open. He walks into the house, croaking “Asha-”

Blood. Blood and claw marks on the floor.

Trumpet is far too smart of a child for him to not immediately understand all of the ramifications of what’s happened, and what could have happened, and what he doesn’t know and what the worst could be and what the best could be and ultimately the only things that are true.

It’s just a matter of his emotions catching up.

He falls to his knees, first. Mentally, the information is still ticking and ticking. Two plus two equals four no matter which way he adds it up. And then strange, shuddering breaths start to leak out through his nose. And then his mouth opens and the breaths start to come with noises and it’s- it’s probably crying, yeah?

Only it’s not. Trumpet is LAUGHING.

Everything all bubbles up in his lungs like carbonation, like steam shoved from an overworked engine. It’s not funny. It’s so not funny that it’s the funniest thing in the world. Of course this would happen. Of course this would happen to him. Why not? He has nothing left for this, nothing at all, nothing, nothing. He was already so far down. He didn’t know there was further to fall. So he laughs.

And then his laughs get higher and longer until he’s just shrieking, over and over, and then the tears come, so he also sobbing and then he doesn’t know if he’s laughing or screaming or sobbing as he kneels on the ground. Whatever it is, his lungs heave it out of his mouth like he’s throwing up, and whatever’s inside of him gets so big and overwhelming that he reaches up with both hands towards his elbows and digs in and scrapes long, deep, triplet gouges into his forearms and lets the rake and the sting and the throb alleviate the pressure in his chest. Only then his own blood is on the floor and there’s so much of it and there’s a profound feeling of loss and despite Asha’s love of color the floor suddenly looks Federation-white and he’s lost his sister and his shoulder hurts and then there’s terror and horror so deep inside of him that it pounds upwards like a piston into his stomach and his vision blurs…

…

Eventually he starts to exist again.

There’s new blood spatters on the floor, along with vomit. It trails to the corner of the room he finds himself huddled in, staring ahead with dead eyes. Blood still drips from his arms, lazily, like syrup.

Trumpet sniffles and sighs. With shaking hands, he pulls a health potion from his bag. He downs it and lets the cloying taste of melon and gold and wart slide down his throat. The wounds close up. The roiling blankness inside of him doesn’t go away.

Puppet-like, empty like a doll, he gets up. There’s some cleaning supplies in the corner. He cleans up his own blood and sick, moving achingly slow, careful to avoid the dark brown stains of what he knows to be Asha’s. Hers. Her.

Her scent is still everywhere. Trumpet grabs a blanket out from under the bed and smells it. Then, like he’s drinking water, he hugs it right and breathes it in deeply and feels tears start to drip down his cheeks again.

He wraps himself up tight in Asha’s blanket by one of her bloodstains and lets his mind drift away again, eyes open and blank. His finger traces the pattern of the spatter on the floor; runs lazily through the gouges she’s left.

Nothing Trumpet’s body is doing makes sense to him anymore. All he feels is a vague helplessness as it starts to cry again.

#yaoiverse #straightverse #cw child distress #roooll credits!!!#❤️❤️❤️!!!

3 notes · View notes

idkjustsupersonic · 2 years

Text

Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: You have a power to see someones dreams

Warning: Blood, Murder (Jason’s Past w Joker)

“Jay, I’m home!”

You close the door and take off your shoes, before walking towards your shared bedroom with Jason.

You could here faint whimpers and movement from the duvet, you started rushing towards the noise.

You opened the door, seeing Jason in a state you’ve seen him in before, but never this bad. You rush over to him, trying to wake him up from the nightmare.

“Jay! Jay, wake up!”

You suddenly feel him jolt awake, a scream tearing from Jason’s mouth, his hands immediately gripping onto your hands tightly. You could feel something running through you, fear, adrenaline, pain.

You suddenly couldn’t feel his hands against yours, the duvet below you.

You could feel blood everywhere on your body, the pain was unbearable, but you couldn’t scream or cry; the screams and cries were already being ripped out of you. You felt a J being wrote on your face, a face everyone knows and everyone hates in front of you.

“You like that Robin? I’ll always be there to remind you!” The voice was familiar but you didn’t want to admit who it was.

They patted your face aggressively where the J was with the flat side of the knife, then throwing the knife to the side and grabbing a crowbar off the freezing cold floor.

Your hands and legs were tied, a laugh that you could recognize from anywhere that will forever traumatize you, Jason and anyone who has encountered them who unluckily survived. From your experience, you’d rather be dead.

You wanted to cry out in pain, scream but everything was stopping you. It was just grunts coming out of your mouth, as the weapon came down on your face repeatedly. After many strong blows, all you could hear was the squelching of blood.

“Y/N, Y/N. Wake up please, I-I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to show you-“

You opened your eyes, tears were streaming down Jason’s face. His hands were caressing your face.

You were shaking, you were too stunned. Scared.

“I-It’s okay, Jay. I’m s-sorry you had to go through that…”

You wrapped your arms around his waist. You rested your face against Jason’s shoulder. Jason’s arms wrapped around you, tightly hugging you. His face dug into your neck, you could feel his sobs against your skin. You also cried, holding him tighter.

“It’s okay, Jay… it’s okay.”

#jason todd #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #batfamily #batfam imagine #batfam #the joker #joker #x reader #x you fluff #x you #x yn #fluff and angst #fluff tag #fluff headcanons #fluff fanfic #angst with a happy ending

112 notes · View notes

kimxsuho · 3 months

Text

《 Solo 》Man in the mirror

Even alone in his small (but well heated) apartment, Suho still wore a tightly closed bathrobe around himself as he got out of the bathroom, but got back inside the next minute to get his hair brush; only to come to a halt in front of the body length mirror to his left.

He could see it, at the corner of his eye, the shape of his body, but didn't turn his head to look. He was terrified of what he'd see in there if he did. But he needed to make progress... how else would he ever be able to get rid of this suffocating guilt if he couldn't even look himself in the mirror. Maybe if he could love himself, maybe then he wouldn't be so ashamed to ask God for forgiveness.

He closed his eyes, shaky breath slipping between his suddenly dry lips. Slowly, his trembling body started to turn toward the mirror. The tremors were light at first, but then it felt like an earthquake had taken over his whole being. And even now, his head still refused to turn. Like his heart was in the right place, but his mind knew better. His chin lifted up and he opened his eyes, tears falling at the corner as he swallowed a sob; only to shut his eyes once more. He was lulling between breaking down and throwing up.

Badly shaking hands finally came up to his midsection and opened the bathrobe before he let it fall to the floor. Fists balled at his sides and he stayed there for what felt like hours. Stupidly forcing himself to remain so until he could open his eyes; tricking his mind into believing that it was nothing special.

But when he did, he could only gaze into his own eyes directly. Terror and despair. That was all he found in them. A minute later of looking at his own misery and Suho gazed down finally; refusing to let the pain make him look away. A sob got out before he could stop it and tears streamed down his face profusely; making his body turn into a blurry mess, much similar to what his mind tricked him to see in the mirror.

A broken toy.

It was what he’d become; an empty shell trying to find someone to claim it; to fill that emptiness. So many scars; all associated with memories he couldn’t forget, nightmares that he couldn’t wake up from; drowning him over and over again for years.

A bruised and blood stained face; cuts everywhere; all he saw, was the pieces of a shattered body crumbling down. The past merging with the present and blurring the lines to a point that Suho couldn't tell what was real and what was just hallucination.

Suddenly, he saw a shadow come at him and held his hand up to protect himself as his back hit the wall behind him; sobbing for anyone to help as he was dragged back into the darkness of his mind. Forced again to relive the first attack on his life in prison. The top corner of his right hand pierced by a pencil as it was being pushed toward his face and he tried to hold it back and away from his eyes as blood fell onto his face. He’d never been so terrified in his life than at that precise moment. The moment when he’d understood that no one would help him… that he was alone.

So fucking alone…

Suho gasped loudly, body jerking and hands reaching around desperately as if trying to get a grasp on reality again. His eyes rolled at the back of his head for a moment while his exhausted body slid down the wall before he lost balance and fell to his sides. He grabbed the bathrobe; shoving his face into it just as a scream rippled out of his ribcage and started to wail.

He’d been so good for the past two weeks… why had he pushed himself so hard? For what really? To pretend he could be normal again? To be what he thought others around him wanted him to be. Who was he trying to impress? Fuck! He was so fucking stupid… stupid, stupid boy.

He half turned, half fell to his back then; sobbing as his whole body shook with each cry. He was so fucking tired… when would it stop hurting? When would he be able to feel like a human again? To stop choking on his own misery… to look at the man in the mirror and see himself and not just something broken that wasn’t his body; wasn’t him.

But who was he really? Just a foolish man.

Suho continued to cry, now tiredly hitting his own head. “바보 (Babo)! 바보 (Babo)! 바보 (Babo)!” He kept repeating. Fool... just a fool...

Please… help me… anyone…

#{{about #{{Lone×Florist #TW: Mental Health #TW: Body image #TW: Depressive thoughts #TW: Assault (flashback)#TW: Blood (gif)#TW: Violence (flashback)#TW: Self-harm

2 notes · View notes