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risuola · 27 days

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ENTRY #2 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU

As if the pleads could never be heard, You turned away the cerulean blue, And while the lines began to get blurred, I struggled to bask in the might of you.

cw: arranged marriage!au, brief mention of blood I guess — 1,2k words

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It didn’t take long until you realized that there’s something no one considered when arranging the marriage between you and the honored one. An aspect of life that got heavily overlooked, painfully ignored. When the main objective was to secure the bloodline of your clan and make sure the precious genes of the strongest won’t end with the demise of the man himself, not even one person thought of the consequences you will have to face. Maybe no one expected that to happen, maybe no one was bright enough to realize that the moment your hand was adorned with a golden band, and the vows that echoed in between the walls silenced down, all of Satoru’s enemies will automatically become your enemies.

You were a warrior – strong and fearless. A sorcerer of true blood and bones, you were proud of what you represented while entering the battlefield, proud of your abilities and power. Before you became Gojo, not much was able to surprise you. Before your name was changed, nothing ever threatened you enough to make you feel uneasy. Nothing until now.

It didn’t really surprise you anymore, it wasn’t the first time. It was logical in a way, attacking your husband was bound to be futile – infinity made him invincible, untouchable, and those characteristics you lacked severely. You were an obvious target, a person that’s closest to the real target and in times like this, when facing few curses that you were certain were special grade, you wondered if their approach would be different if they knew how little you meant to your husband. Would they retreat if they knew that attacking a mere assistant like Ijichi would cause more emotions in Satoru Gojo than the death of his own wife?

You fought, making the most out of your abilities to stand against the force whose main objective was to brutalize you as much as possible. You saw it as a chance to learn more, to develop more resistance, to grow stronger. There was a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, a thrill of excitement as the battle unraveled with an air of dread and death surrounding the desolate area. The metallic taste of blood was distinctive on your tongue once your body failed to protect you from a series of attacks. You moved despite the sharp pain that slowly but surely was making its way throughout your entire system. For a moment you felt giddy, almost euphoric as the idea of going all in settled in your mind and then you realized that it might end up bad.

Equipped in a blade that’s made fully from your own cursed energy and sharp enough to cut through the hardest of stone, you moved forward, ready to collide with the cursed spirits that caught you in the middle of nowhere. But then you stopped and your eyes closed tightly as the bright, red light blinded you. A strong arm held you around the ribcage and a large frame of a man was pressed to your back.

“Can you please fucking tell me, is running away against your beliefs?” You heard the familiar, sharp tone of your husband, a groan of annoyance and something else that you couldn’t decipher carrying his words. You tilted your head to look at his unamused face. His eyes, now unobscured, weren’t even directed at you, but his jaw was clenched and his hold on you was tight. “I’m sure you’re smart enough to tell that it’s way above your level of jujutsu.”

You couldn’t tell how much of his words was care and how much was pure insult, but either way it put you at ease to know he’s there. There was a sense of safety that you never experienced before, the calm embrace of infinity that wrapped around your frame, the subtle taste of what it’s like to be untouchable. And it lingered, crawled softly across your skin along with the foreign warmth of your husband’s body.

“If you look around you might realize that there’s literally no way to run away,” you replied with just enough of venom to mask how grateful you were for his appearance. The spiteful tone felt natural on your tongue, a default of when you spoke to him and yet, this time you had to remember to use it.

“Yeah, right, so next best thing is to face something that will fucking kill you head on.” He groaned, annoyed, nervous. You felt his fingers digging between your ribs, he kept you closer than he needed to. “Such a wise and well thought through decision.”

“I’m not as weak as you thi–“

“I know,” he cut you off, bothered and harsh. “But you are too weak for this.”

He was right and you knew that. You were far from your best shape, the job you finished just few hours prior ate most of your cursed energy and even with full power you’d most likely struggle against the threat of those curses. But then, you were not given a choice. It was rather fight or die without a fight and the decision was easy.

“Good thing my husband is so strong.”

A sharp tsk left Satoru’s lips and then, the cursed creatures vanished, seemingly aware of how much the power scale tilted to their detriment. Next time you blinked, you were at home and your husband’s touch was gone. The subtle pressure of his fingers against your ribcage now only a ghost of what it was seconds ago.

“It wasn’t the first time now, was it?” He questioned and you struggled to tell if what you heard below the detachment and coldness was care or annoyance.

“It wasn’t. But I’m usually able to deal with it myself.”

Gojo sighed. A long and deep exhale of air left his lungs and he seemed to think, to weigh his next words and actions carefully.

“You should’ve told me. I’ll take care of it,” he said finally, bluntly, matter-of-factly. “You’re not strong enough to face my enemies.”

“I held them long enough for you to come, didn’t I?”

“And what if I didn’t show up?!” He snapped and growled, loud and angry. His fingers wrapped around your jaw, forcefully tilting your head back, to look at him fully. His face was closer, your noses almost touching and the piercing blue of his eyes fixed on you, as the tone of his speech got low and quiet, almost whisper-like. ”What if I didn’t come?”

“Then I’d be dead,” you replied, surprised by how small your own voice sounded. There was no right answer you could’ve given him.

“Yeah, you’d be dead,” he nodded, panted. You watched the spectacle of emotions playing across his handsome features. His brows furrowed and the narrowed eyes seemed to look straight through your very soul. For a second or two, his jaw clenched and lips pressed together forming a line and you were stunned to realize that even his beautiful face creased when angered. And then, his lids dropped, the muscles relaxed. He breathed out, you felt it on your lips and skin, a subtle sweetness and mint of his breath. The tight hold of his fingers loosened up as he looked at you again, allowing his eyes to run down your features, to linger on your lips before they got back to stare back at you. “I don’t want you dead.”

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sojuseoltang · 2 months

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Riize when they first slide in

warnings: smut duh, afab!reader, pretty vanilla there’s nothing to worry about really, i don’t proof read anymore apparently…

Shotaro

I peg Taro as the type of person to be really thorough with foreplay so by the time he lines himself up to slide himself into you he’s so pent up (as are you) and would need it so bad that he’d fucking wholeheartedly sigh at the feeling the night had been building up to until now. There would be no time to waste either so as soon as you’d give him the okay he’d throwing himself into you so sharp and precise you’d see stars.

Eunseok

Groans but gets really embarrassed cause he’s a repressed man lowkey… so he bites his lip real hard and hopes you didn’t hear him and don’t know how weak the grip you have around him now has him. Of course you do and of course you know. However not really in the mood to egg him on right now you decide to grind your hips into his in circular motions to get him going. It works and faster than you know you’re getting fucked within and inch of your life!

Sungchan

Would genuinely moan like a slut when bottoming out and instantly search for your gaze after the initial haze has worn down. He’d hold you real close and gently run his long fingers over your skin while syncing his breathing with yours. Perhaps also the type to lay his forehead against yours ooofm.

Wonbin

The only one who would say something directly after. Wouldn’t start yapping your ear off right away don’t get me wrong- but after he’s sheathed himself inside, brows furrowing and his pretty lips slightly agape, he suddenly pulls himself up on his arms, looks deeply into your eyes and softly brushes hair that has fallen over your eyes away. He’d always murmur some slight variation of praise for how well you were taking him then leaning down to start locking your lips while gently fucking into you.

Seunghan

Also moans, but less as an involuntary exclaim and more simply to reassure you and non-verbally tell you how good you feel. The type to really wait to move until you give him a sign that you want him to start fucking you, merely feeling your naked chest heave pressed tightly against his and bask in the feeling of you clenching and unclenching around him.

Sohee

A mix of a whimper and a moan from him right as the first inch of him enters you and a strengthening grip around whatever part of you his hands find first. It’s mostly your thighs or hips but sometimes a sneaky hand travels it’s way up your body and squeezes your boobs desperately.

Anton

You’d slide down on him because you were always on top, hands situated on his broad shoulders coming up to card your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, occasionally pulling on it a bit. The feeling of finally sliding inside made Anton’s eyes water a little bit at how good it was, as he stared up at you sweetly, a sharp inhale of air accompanying his grimace. The gloss hazing over his dark eyes worried you but he was quick to soothe your mind. Large hands lied flat against your skin as his arms wrapped tightly around you and shy shy Anton nuzzled his face into the crevice of your neck, softly mumbling a “feel’ so good” quickly followed by a “love you so much” that pulled on your heart strings.

#smut #kpop smut #riize smut #riize hard hours #Wonbin smut #shotaro smut #nct smut #Sungchan smut #seunghan smut #eunseok smut #hard hours #riize x Reader

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bluejutdae · 3 months

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How boyfriend Stray Kids says I love you without saying I love you | Changbin x you

genre: romance

warning: implied fem!bodied reader

a/n: I will eventually do it for all of the members but I still don't know the order or when.

• Talks about making a family together

Changbin is a family man. And sometimes you’re laying on his bed, playing with each other’s hands and he smiles, looks at you and says something like “I hope our kids will have your nose, it’s so pretty” or “when we’re old, we’ll have matching chairs in our garden, so we can watch the sunset everyday”. The certainty in his words warms you up. He has no doubt he’ll marry you and you’ll have a family together.

• Shows you off

No matter how you’re dressed or how your hair looks, Changbin thinks you’re the most beautiful human being ever. And he tells that to everyone he talks to. You’re waiting in line for your coffee order and he smiles politely at the barista, places your order and asks them if they’ve ever seen someone as beautiful as you. At this point, you let it happen, there's no point in protesting anymore... You walk into the dorms and he starts calling out to the other boys to show them how pretty you are today, how shiny your hair, how pretty and only his you are.

• Lets his guard down

Changbin is always busy, always on top of something, always aware of cameras and fans. But when he’s with you, he can let his guard down. He doesn’t have to smile or else people think he’s pissed off, he doesn’t have to be the hyung, the pillar, the shoulder. He can relax and lay his head on your lap, almost purring, basking in the moment while you run your fingers through his hair. When he’s alone with you, disheveled hair and wrinkled shirt, nothing matters but you…

• He's silly and loud

Just like he’s comfortable enough to let his guard down with you, Changbin is extra silly and extra loud when he wants to show you how much he loves you without outright saying it. Loud giggles and tiny punches. He runs to you, moisturizing mask on his face, and tries to kiss you, chasing you when you run away. When he catches you, the whole dorm knows. Loud cries of victory, a king proclaiming that the beast has been defeated and he saved the pretty princess…

• Holds you tight

Whenever he’s particularly stressed or tired, you know, because he undress you slowly and shows every inch of your body his devotion. He holds you tight, deep inside you, whispering how perfect you are, how lucky he is, how he wants moments like this to last forever. He doesn’t let you go even when you’re done, when you’re both spent and sweaty. He holds you tight, almost afraid that if he lets you go, he won’t be able to have you with him for the rest of his life.

#skz #stray kids fanfic #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #bluejutdae #stray kids #changbin x you #changbin x reader #seo changbin #Thiana writes Changbin #changbin scenarios #changbin imagines #changbin fluff #changbin fanfic #changbin fic

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

#bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky #avengers are shit stirrers #bucky barnes smut #dom bucky barnes #reader is sunshine rainbow bitch #Bucky Is Over It #centenarian life crisis

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perlelune · 4 months

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no body, no crime | Coriolanus Snow | vi.

Your childhood friend returns from his exile in district 12, but he's not the sweet, quiet boy you once knew anymore.

Warnings: NON-CON, Plinth!Reader, Gaslighting, Drugging, Murder, Forced Marriage, Forced Pregnancy, Loss of Virginity, Somnophilia

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

An eternity seems to fly by as you wait for Coriolanus to do what you’re too terrified to do on your own. During the agonizing minutes, you picture William’s face. The confusion, the hurt. Tears skip down your cheeks as you curl over the blankets, knees against your chest.

Hopefully your reckless actions haven’t ruined what you two have. Maybe one day, you’ll even jest about it, the pre-wedding jitters that caused you to hide for a week.

It’s the meager hope you cling onto as the soft tap on the door draws you from your thoughts.

Coriolanus nudges the door open, a silver tray between his hands. A matching porcelain kettle and cup sit on the tray.

The mattress sinks as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing the steaming teapot at your bedside. Your gaze drags over the colorful roses painted on the porcelain set.

Tearful eyes rising to his face, you ask “H-How did it go?”

His long fingers drape over your cheek, wiping your tears as he smiles down at you. “Everything’s alright.” His deep soothing voice brings you comfort as it rolls over you. “Things will work out the way they’re supposed to, just like I promised you.” He collects the tea cup from the tray. The steam rising from it caresses your face.

“It’s my own personal blend of chamomile, peppermint and lavender, for your nerves.”

“I don’t need that.”

Concern sways in Coryo’s blue orbs, his thumb collecting another stray tear.

“You had an emotional day. It’ll help you sleep, trust me.”

You don’t reply, laying the side of your face against the pillow. Do you even deserve to sleep soundly after causing the people in your life so much unnecessary distress?

Maybe this is what you deserve, unending nights wrestling with your own mind while you drown in a river of your own tears. After all, if you hadn’t overindulged in alcohol that night, you wouldn’t be here. You still remember the way Coryo described it. Were you truly that desperate to bury Sejanus’ memory, to forget?

Coriolanus strokes the crown of your head.

“I just want you to get one good night of rest. You need it. Do you really want to spend the entire night torturing yourself when you’ve done nothing wrong?”

For a while, silence hangs between the two of you, Coriolanus letting you weep as he patiently cups your face. The aromatic scents of the herbs he mixed in the tea tickle your nose. You have to admit, it smells heavenly. Like peace. The thing you’re craving most at this very moment. For your thoughts and emotions to fall silent, allowing you to drift into a dreamless slumber.

So you surrender.

You sit up and graciously accept the cup Coryo offers you. As soon as the first few drops of the warm liquid coat your tongue, a heady, pleasant feeling swaddles your mind. It makes your body feel heavy, pleasant warm tingles swirling over your flesh.

“I’m starting to feel…”

Coryo’s beaming face starts blurring in your line of sight. Your grip on the cup weakens. He assists you in holding it, tipping the rim against your lips so you gulp another sip.

“Drink more. All of it.” You heed his instruction. The drowsiness grows tenfold. Your lids sag. Your body slumps over the pillows. You feel the soft brush of Coriolanus’s lips on your forehead. “Sweet dreams, princess.”

You awake from the best sleep you’ve had in literal weeks, a wide smile stretching over your lips as you unfurl from the sheets.

Unlike the nights before, you didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, screaming, crying or tossing and turning in bed.

You pivot to the sun rays spilling from between the curtains. You bask in the rejuvenating warmth kissing your skin. For a while, you stay like that, in awe that your mind isn’t crowded with anxious thoughts. Instead, you’re calm, rested, your head light as feathers. Even your grief is a faint noise when it’s usually so loud, its uproarious presence twisting your heart first thing most mornings.

It’s a newfound serenity you haven’t known in many weeks.

Even the bone-deep ache sitting in your limbs cannot cast a pale on the day. As you step in the rose-scented bath that’s been drawn for you, the soreness lingers. You grimace a little.

Perhaps you slept so heavily, your entire body is tense from it.

But as you lie back and let the hot water work its magic, the pain starts to fade. You let the strange sensation melt away, smiling once more.

You enjoy your bath. A bright, wonderful day awaits you.

When you’re done, you put on one of your favorite day dresses and hop down the stairs.

You find the entire Snow clan having breakfast in the dining room.

Coriolanus peeks from above the morning paper, his face brightening as his gaze flicks over you.

As you approach the empty chair near Grandma’am, Coriolanus rises and pulls it for you.

“Good morning,” you chime while plopping into your seat.

Tigris beams at you. “Good morning. I see someone’s feeling better.”

You tuck your hands into your lap as a maid places a scrumptious plate of eggs and meat in front of you. Your stomach growls at the sight and you pick up your fork, excited to dig into the food. You haven’t had a proper meal since you left Ma and Dad’s house.

Although, even that is a fuzzy memory, as you can’t remember the last time all of you sat down and had a proper breakfast as a family since Janus passed away.

It’s been too hard.

Shoving the fork into your mouth, you acquiesce, “Much better.” You hum as the flavors melt on your tongue.

The corner of Coriolanus’s lip quirk as he observes you. He returns to his seat and bends forward.

“I take it you’ve had a restful night, princess?”

“Yes, and I have you to thank for that. I don’t know what’s in that tea exactly but it works wonders.”

“I’ve had the opportunity to experiment with many natural remedies while working under Dr Gaul.” A glint dances in his blue eyes. “Some plants have the most…fascinating benefits.”

“I think I’ll take some with me home, if you don’t mind. Not just for me but Ma has struggled with sleep ever since…”

Your voice dwindles as an abrupt wave of sadness passes over you.

Tigris grabs your hand and squeezes it across the table.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

Coriolanus nods in agreement. “She’s right. Take it one day at a time, princess.”

You ponder what he just said. You are feeling markedly better today, but you loathe thinking about your mom and dad alone.

You swallow a wide lungful.

“Maybe I should go back home tomorrow.”

Coriolanus’ gaze narrows, his smile vanishing momentarily before sliding back into place.

“This early? Shouldn’t you rest a bit more first? It’s clear that you need it.” He studies you for a long time. “You can’t be here for others when you aren’t healed yourself.” You shudder. Sometimes the blond seems to possess the uncanny ability to peer right inside your head. He reaches over the table to place his hand over yours. “Don’t rush it. Like I told you before, our home is your home.”

You don’t find it in yourself to argue, Coriolanus’ gentle yet firm grip on your hand and his smile chasing away your doubts.

“O-Okay.”

Satisfaction glimmers in his gaze at your response.

As Coryo advises, you remain with his family a little while longer. Everyday, he finds gentle words to convince you to extend your stay. It doesn’t take much for you to believe him as you trust him fully, his caring demeanor reminding you of your brother. If Coryo thinks you need a bit more time, he must be right. He only wants what’s best for you.

So a few days turn into a week, which eventually becomes two weeks. Surprisingly, you and the Snows’ daily routines twine with ease. In the morning, you have breakfast together in the dining room. Then you tend to the roses with Grandma’am while she hums songs to herself, an endearing habit you’ve grown quite fond of.

And you usually spend the rest of the day with Tigris, chatting or playing board games, or on your own, reading most of the time. Coriolanus’ library is massive enough to rival the one you have at home. You never run out of things to do in the gigantic penthouse, even sometimes cleaning and cooking to pass the time, efforts Coriolanus never fails to praise you for.

Whenever he returns home to a spotless house or one of your delicious meals, his blue eyes light up with happiness.

And of course, at night, Coryo talks to you in your bed while you dutifully drink your tea, regaling you with stories about his apprenticeship and the University. Most of the time, you never get to learn how they end because you fall asleep.

Thanks to Coriolanus’ herbal mixture, your sleeping schedule is back to relative normalcy. The only downsides are the tea’s peculiar side effects, as near everyday you wake up sore and aching. But the slight inconvenience is minor compared to the benefits you’ve experienced.

All is good and well until one day glimpses of lost memories flash in your brain.

You’re starting to remember the night of Clemensia’s party.

It first happens as you’re gardening with Grandma’am. You’re watering one of the rose bushes when something rushes back to you, something so vivid the watering can in your hand clatters to the ground.

You stumble back, your breaths quickening. Placing a hand between your shoulder blades, Grandma’am helps you find your way to a nearby bench. You collapse atop the bench, your mind whirling.

Her wrinkled features crease in concern.

“Are you alright, sweet girl? Should we call a doctor?”

“I’m fine, grandma’am. Just got dizzy for a bit.”

You smile, hating that you just lied to the older woman. You’re not fine. You’re starting to remember things, things that don’t match up, make no sense.

Terrible things.

I knew you’d feel just perfect around me.

Chills bounce across your spine. Your fingers tighten around the edge of the bench as your breath flows back to your lungs.

You come to a decision.

You need to talk to Coriolanus.

Your brows squeeze together in frustration as the balding man checks your pulse and shines a light in your eyes again. It’s the third time tonight. Coriolanus insisted upon it.

“I told you there was no need for a physician, Coryo.”

“Grandma’am said you almost passed out,” the blonde retaliates.

You heave out a deep exhale as you glance at Tigris and Grandma’am standing nervously by the wall. They’re wearing the same concerned expression.

You wished Grandma’am hadn’t made such a big deal of your little moment in the garden. You feel fine…well, physically at least.

You flash a feeble smile at Coriolanus.

“I didn’t…it was just a dizzy spell. Nothing honestly.”

Brows knitting, he turns to the bespectacled older man at his side.

“Doctor?”

As the man nearly approaches you again, you shoot him a warning glare. You refuse to be poked and prodded once more. Lifting his hands, the man falls back.

He adjusts the stethoscope around his neck.

“I see nothing wrong,” he says. Your shoulders sag in relief. “Still, I’d recommend that your wife takes it easy, sir.”

His words make every hair on your skin stand on end.

“I’m not his wife,” you snap.

Coriolanus’ jaw ticks.

He turns to the others and instructs, “Everyone, leave us alone.”

There’s a flicker of hesitation on Tigris’ face. She lingers at your doorstep after Grandma’am and the doctor take their leave.

“Are you really sure that you’re okay?” she asks.

You purse your lips. “I’d feel better if everyone stopped fussing over me.”

She nods before leaving as well.

As soon as the door to your bedroom closes, Coriolanus sinks to one knee in front of you. He takes your hands in his, his thumbs brushing circles into your skin.

His cobalt eyes are wide and worried.

“Is something wrong?”

Your stomach knots. “Coriolanus…”

“Yes?”

You draw your hands back, placing them on your lap. His gaze tracks the tiny motion and he squints.

“That night…” You lick your lips, nerves flaring as your fingers bounce. Just these two words have Coriolanus’ attention on you sharpen in a way that turns your blood to ice. Still you gather your courage and continue, “Did I say no at any point, tried to…stop it? Did…Did you, Coryo?”

The moment your doubts are uttered aloud, you loathe yourself. It’s an awful thing to even suggest. But you can't shake the feeling that there is something Coriolanus isn’t telling you.

And maybe you always felt that way, like something isn’t quite right, but you craved so badly to have a piece of your brother near that you ignored the glaring signs.

Shock paints Coriolanus’ handsome face.

“What? I already told you everything that happened, that I was drunk, we both were.”

You peer at Coriolanus. It hurts. So goddamn much. A knife twisting in your chest, again and again. Especially that look of utter betrayal on his face. You don’t want to casually toss those kinds of accusations at your friend.

But your mind…

It’s bursting at the seams, moments you’re beginning to recall seeping through the cracks. You can’t ignore that. Not the sick echo of Coriolanus’ lustful tone. Not the terrifying glint swaying in his blue eyes. Not the way he panted and grunted above you as you told him to stop. Or at least you think you told him?

You’re not even sure. You’re torn. Coriolanus wouldn’t do that…right? Someone you trust. Someone Sejanus trusted…with you.

Tears swell in your eyes, threatening to break past the confine of your lashes.

Anger flashes in Coriolanus’ eyes. “Really?” he scoffs, bolting to his feet. “You don’t trust me?”

He blurs in your tear-stained vision, distorting to hazy colors you don’t recognize anymore.

“Coryo…” you sob.

He hunkers in front of you again. The anger vanishes, making space for disappointment and sadness.

He cradles your face, his tone softening.

“I would never hurt you,” he mumbles. “How could you even imply…after everything I’ve done for you.”

A shaky breath flutters through your lips. You search Coriolanus’ face, hoping to find something. A truth, an emotion, a lie. Anything, really. Any proof that you’re not crazy, that your mind isn’t just spinning wild stories out of thin air.

Nothing comes up. Coriolanus’ face is a perfect mask of genuine concern and sincerity, right down to his glistening gaze. Doubts even begin to creep inside you beneath his intense stare.

But the longer you look into his eyes, the more unnerved you grow.

Something is off. No one can convince you otherwise. Not anymore.

Goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“I-I think I need to go home now, Coriolanus.”

You don’t want to be here anymore, in this house you don’t know, with this man…you’re beginning to realize you don’t know either.

You want to be back home, your real home. You crave the safety of your own bed, of Ma’s warm embrace, of the familiar walls of your childhood home.

Instead of acknowledging what you just said, Coriolanus flashes you a bright grin.

“We can discuss it tomorrow.”

A sinking feeling spreads through you. You frown.

“But Coryo-”

He leans to place a tender kiss on your forehead and you freeze. Every cell in your body longs to flinch away from him but gut-gripping fear keeps you in your spot.

“Tomorrow, princess,” he whispers. He fondles your cheek. You can’t tamp down your shudder. Coriolanus’ brow pinches as he gets to his feet. “It’s getting late. You should go to bed.”

Coriolanus heads for the door.

“Sweet dreams,” he coos, smiling. But it doesn’t reach his eyes.

When the door slams shut, a sound you never heard before echoes from outside. The sound of a key slotting and turning inside a lock. The kind of sound suggesting you’re now trapped in the room.

Your gut sinks.

You find yourself wondering; will tomorrow ever come?

#dark!coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #tbosas fanfiction

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itoshiexx · 7 months

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scraps

synopsis: you give him all you have. it's time to collect the scraps before there is nothing left.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 797 | warnings: established relationship, angst

notes: do u guys remember the sae drabble i told y'all about some time ago? well, my depressive ass decided to post it now. i'm sorry in advance.

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the silence is deafening. it lingers thick and heavy in the air, nearly making you choke on nothing — or perhaps you’re choking on all the things you want to say that are stuck in your throat. you can feel your whole body trembling as the anxiety creeps further in, and you wrap your arms around yourself to try and bring some comfort.

before, it was someone else’s arms that gave you peace, but lately, it has only been torment.

it is why you’re standing in the living room of your shared apartment, staring at the teal eyes of itoshi sae while trying to hold back your own tears. it hurts. it hurts to look at him and remember the way he used one of your weaknesses against you in the argument you had minutes before, as if stabbing a wound that didn’t quite close properly, tearing the skin at the seams and turning it into a bigger, uglier, messier scar.

you feel violated.

perhaps you should have known better. maybe, if you listened to your mother, you wouldn’t have shown so much of yourself to sae, basking in a vulnerability that could only come back to bite you in the end. you gave him all the tools to hurt you where it stings most, and there was no one to blame but yourself for that.

love made you foolish. you were tired.

“i don’t think i can do this anymore, sae.” your voice is meek and hollow. only a shell of the person you used to be — the one that bled through its heart until all the life was drained.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he asks, brow arched. defensive. ready to hurt you some more in case he became slightly uncomfortable.

you breathe. in and out. in and out. rubbing your arm with your own hand, whispering to yourself under your breath that everything was going to be alright. even if it felt like nothing but that.

“you… you’re hurting me, sae,” you manage to say with the lump in your throat. “you have been for a while. and i try to be better, but i… i can’t do this alone. and you’re not even trying.”

the tears welled up in your lash line start to fall again, and at this point, you know it’s useless to try and stop them. you also know they are the only thing that keep you sane, even if it feels like you’re losing your mind at every breath you take.

sae doesn’t say anything, and you actually consider that a blessing. you don’t know how much more of his venomous words you can take before it destroys you completely from the inside out. something tells you his toxin has been spreading through your body for a while, although you only started to notice recently, when the fights got worse.

how long has he been killing you?

the weight of this question is enough to spike your anxiety once again, and you dig your nails on the skin of your arms to try to detain these overwhelming feelings, squeezing your eyes shut.

you nearly jump when you feel his strong arms circling your shoulders, bringing your head to his chest. you squirm and try to fight it — fight him —, but sae is stronger and more stubborn than you could ever be, and all you can do is cry harder and blow weak punches to his torso.

“i’m sorry,” he says. it’s not the first time. the words make your stupid heart flutter with hope, but the hurt brings you back to reality. it’s not the first time, and he has done nothing to change for the better. he never fucking listens.

“you’re so mean,” you cry, ceasing the punches due to your lack of strength. you can barely keep standing, and you’re sure that his hold is the only thing keeping you from falling. “why are you so mean to me, sae?”

he’s silent again. you keep going. “i gave you my everything. i loved you with all i had. i-i opened up to you like never before, and you… you just…”

your stomach sinks. there aren’t even words to express what you’re feeling nor what he’s doing to you — the many ways he has been destroying what you spent years trying to put back together.

you were tired.

in a final attempt to save what’s left of you, you raise your head from his chest to look deep into his aquamarine eyes. you want him to look at yours, too.

“sae,” your voice is nothing more than a hollow whisper. you take a deep breath, garning all the strength and courage you can.

and then, you plea for the last time:

“please, give back what’s left of my heart.”

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p1llow-w1llow · 4 months

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Murder Dads

Hannigram x Child!reader

(Platonic Ofc)

Summary: Y/n had a good home life, that was until they found out it was all a lie. Fortunately, they had two people who treated them well and gave them the life they wanted.

(Nah bc I acc love the idea of this sm and I am PRAYING you all love it too-)

TW! Implied/Mention of kidnapping, mention of drugging, death, description of death/dead bodies, passing out, mention of/implied murder-suicide and mention of infertility.

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A loud crash from down the hall caused you to jolt upright in your bed. The cool air seeped through the thin cloth of your shirt as you stepped out from under the covers and locked the door across from your bed.

You jumped out your skin as footsteps raced up and down the hall, the slim line of light under your door slipped into your room, the faint shadow of two sets of shoes lingered outside. Heart racing quickly, you rushed to your wardrobe and hid between the tops and trousers piled in each corner.

A loud crash echoed throughout the room, the yellow candle light from the hallway chandelier leaked into the room, letting the dressers and cast aside shoes and toys bask in the beautiful glow.

“Search the room.” A tall man in a black jacket barked at a group of soldiers, giving them orders as they raced to check every spot in the room. Under the bed, behind the curtains, beneath dressers. Anywhere and everywhere.

But fear jolted through your body as one walked over and reached for the handle on the wardrobe. The bright white light of their torch as it flashed in your eyes made you flinch.

“Found the kid.” The soldier yelled over to the man, making the man in charge race over as they pulled you out.

You kicked and squirmed to get out of the soldiers grasp but couldn’t. The man in charge looked down at you, urging you to be calm.

��My name is Agent Crawford of the FBI. You have nothing to worry about, you’re safe now.” He smiled softly, not expecting the harsh kick to the stomach you gave him.

A single gunshot echoed down the hall as well as two thuds.

“Mama?” You called out.

Enough squirming finally became useful as the soldier loosened his grip to much and you ran off. Panting like a dog, you rushed down the hall until you got to the master bedroom. You came to a halt, seeing blood cover the hard wood floor and the body of your Mama and Papa sprawled out. A knife lay in your Papa’s hand, his grip slowly loosening and his eyes briefly glancing at you before softly gazing off into the distance.

The colour drained from your face as realisation set in.

As you tried to run over, a hand caught the back of your shirt. Tears spilled out your eyes and rolled down your cheeks as you fought against whoever was holding you back. You yelped quickly as they pulled you into their embrace holding you tightly against their chest. The slow rise and fall of their breathing calmed you slightly as they held you in place, not letting go no matter how hard you struggled.

Pain stung your soul as you were dragged away from the scene, watching everyone else allowed in. Everyone was able to see them except you. Their child.

“I’m going to set you down now, can you promise to not run?” The voice hummed through your body as they kept their hold on you. Their voice was soft but rough, round yet pointy, like the sharp end of a dull pencil. An accent as well. Not one you had heard before- or ever. It was pretty though.

A small nod was all they needed to trust you.

They gently set you down with a grunt and watched as you turned to face them. He was a well-dressed man, in his mid 50’s with greying hair and nice brown eyes. You gazed up at him and saw him reach for your face. Worry set in and you reacted the only way you knew how.

Fear and acceptance.

You clamped your eyes shut and braced for him to strike you. Instead he tussled your hair, his touched moving down to hold your shoulder.

“Theres no need to worry.” He started, bending slightly to be at your level. “You’re safe with me.”

You felt tears run down your face as you opened your eyes. Staring at him, a look of happiness settled as well as a soft smile as you hugged him. You clung to his midsection, feeling his arms embrace you, one hand tangling in your hair and the other rubbing your shoulder.

Someone gently cleared their throat from behind you, causing you to begrudgingly let go and turn. Another tall man, thinner framed than the one behind you, with casual clothes on, messy brown hair and thin rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Dr. Lecter, can I speak to you over here?” He asked.

A soft hum left Dr Lecter’s lips as he stepped around you and walked away with the other man.

Curiosity got the better of you as you spotted most police and FBI agents trying to get press away from the windows, giving you the opportunity to see your mama and papa.

Quickly and quietly, you waltzed into their bedroom, under the crime scene tape. You saw the blood that rolled from your mama’s lifeless body. Gallons seemed to have drained from the wound in her chest. Her eyes were cold, desolat of any feeling or emotion. She was half covered in a black bag, yellow pieces of paper with numbers in bold surrounded the cornered off area.

The floorboards screeched under your weight as you knelt next to her, brushed the bloodied hair off of her face. A sob left your lips as you looked at her. She always said she’d never leave you, not after the deal of issues she and papa had went through to get you. She made sure you knew she wouldn’t leave your side.

She hadn’t lied fully. You were beside her. She just didn’t know.

You hadn’t realised the river of tears sinking into your shirt and the amount of sobs that echoed in the room.

Heavy boots raced to your spot, grabbing you under your shoulders and dragging you out of the taped off area. Your body began trembling. The adults surrounding you watched and began trying to help you as you shook like a leaf in the wind. All their words blurred as you fell into someone’s arms.

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Your eyes opened slowly, analysing your surroundings. The soft beeping of a heart monitor, machines huddled around the twin bed, dull walls empty of anything other than scattered motivational posters.

A hospital room.

“Good. You’re awake.”

A gasp left your jaw agape as your gaze shot over to the speaker.

“My Name is Will Graham, this is Dr. Hannibal Lecter. We both work with the FBI and wanted to speak with you about your abductors.”

“Abductors.?”

Dr. Lecter folded his jacket and placed it on a chair beside him. He stepped forward and placed a hand on the guard on the edge of the bed. “The people in this drawing.”

He placed a sheet of brightly coloured paper on your lap. A crudely scribbled sketch of a family of three stretched across a plain sheet of paper with your name on the bottom left corner. The family was your mama, your papa and you.

“The perfect, happy family.” Your papa always said.

You listened closely as they began to explain who your ‘parents’ were.

Drug smugglers. Human traffickers.

Mafia boss father and mother who dabbled in modelling. They had wanted kids with each other since they met, but found out your mama was infertile.

That’s where you came into the equation. They saw you at the park with your family and just knew the three of you would be perfect together.

So, of course, they stalked you and your family. They found out your school, when your parents went to work, when you’d be alone with a nanny. Apparently, one day your old nanny went ‘missing’ so your parents hired a new one.

Dr. Lecter suspected that you were either unconscious when your parents were killed or suppressed the memory. You couldn’t remember it if you tried your hardest.

Your face contorted as you heard your mama and papa had drugged you with each meal to keep your their little angel.

Oblivious and innocent was what they wanted.

It was what they needed.

Your heart sunk as Mr Graham spoke about how your father had lost all their money in casinos and splurging on stuff he wouldn’t need.

To save himself and his wife from their investors hunting them down and spending hours torturing them before killing them, he decided to commit to a murder-suicide plan.

Turns out that Mr Graham had been the one to shoot your papa right as he had plunged the knife deep into your mama’s chest.

Your breath hitched as you thought about how horrible that must have been. Life of both yourself and your wife’s fading in front of you as an agent drags your child away. No chance to say goodbye. No nothing.

You sobbed into your palms as you held yourself still, threatening to tremble once again.

Dr Lecter placed a palm on your back, rubbing gentle circles into your skin and assuring you that ‘Everything would be okay in the end.’

For weeks you waited for that good end.

You were cooped up in that small hospital room for what felt like years until you were finally permitted to leave under supervision.

That supervision was, of course, Dr Lecter and Mr Graham.

When you were out they would take you to cafes and restaurants you liked, as well as clothes shopping and toy shops. They gave you everything you wanted.

Dr Lecter brought you to his house at some point too. He cooked for you and let you hang around his kitchen and watch. After some time Mr Graham came to the door, surprised to see you answer.

Will threw you over his shoulder, delivering you to Dr Lecter. He gently placed you down next to him before closing the oven door.

“Could you two set up the dining table for me? I forgot to do it earlier.” He said softly, going back to chopping up vegetables.

You and Will grabbed some cutlery and began placing things down where you were kinda sure they went. Needless to say, Dr Lecter had to rearrange them all.

After a lesson on how to set a table properly, you were allowed to start eating.

Hannibal smiled as he saw you happily chewing away. He hadn’t seen you smile properly before and he thought it was adorable, especially due to the fact that it was at his cooking. Such a small creature that had been through so much yet still had a smile on its face.

Will had taken notice as he watched you guzzle down your food. His gaze focussed on you before glancing at Hannibal, as if communicating with him. Hannibal looked back and smirked softly.

You looked at them as you finished your food, seeing that had been done for a while. A gentle apology left your mouth before Hannibal swiped yours and Will’s plates away.

Will walked towards you and took your hand in his, saying he had an amazing surprise for you. He guided you upstairs and to a door with a white sign on the handle,

‘Y/n’s Room’

You looked up at him, eyes shining with wonder and he opened the door.

The door rolled open with a loud creak and stopped just before hitting the wall. Will flicked on the light and presented a room- your new room. You quickly stepped inside and began to explore but stopped at a burgundy desk pressed up against the wall below a window.

On the desk was a paper with lots and lots of writing you would never read. You heard Hannibal’s footsteps come upstairs and stop at the doorway, watching with Will as you read the title of the sheet.

‘Adoption Papers for Y/N L/N’

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Finished Sunday 14th of January 2024 3:01 AM.

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abibliophobiaa · 5 months

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sea, swallow me

i don’t know, i was feeling some type of way, because i have been struggling to write lately. might be something i continue. angst under the cut. eddie munson x g/n reader. (1k words). s4 events, such as reminders of eddie’s sleep, but he is not dead here.

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“We found him.”

Three words. Three words. That’s all it takes.

Three words and you’re spiraling, spinning, racing to grab your things and rush out the halls of the gymnasium after a limping Dustin.

Pain flares in your body. Where you landed as you leaped through that gaping hole in the trailer ceiling. The ceiling that’s ripped in two now. The same place where you tried to go back to days ago, if only to search for Eddie’s things. His mom’s records.

He would want his mom’s records.

But like him — everything was gone.

Everything is gone.

Empty. Broken. Utterly scarred by a hateful world Vecna ripped apart.

You’re in tatters too. Broken clavicle. Scratches and scrapes. Rocks embedded in your palms from grasping them too tightly, screaming and weeping into the sky when Steve had tried to pull you away from him.

Away from Eddie’s mangled body.

So much blood, all the blood from his heart seeped into the earth. The same heart that beat for you.

You still recall laying against him in his room only days before, fingers laced together as tight as they could, dreaming of a future that seemed so bright. One where he graduated, you ran away, started a new life together.

He’d leaned over and kissed you. Whispered how much he loved you as he rolled over you, holding you gently like a lover. Fingers gliding over skin, removing you of clothes, kissing every part of you he revealed. And as you lay together after, promised you a forever that seemed destined by the stars themselves.

Some might think you were both mad. Two young adults, barely out of their teenage years, craving a freedom that their present lives wouldn’t allow them.

And for a time it seemed within grasp, standing on the edges of your fingertips, a wisp of a thing that turned into ash in the wind that day.

The day that changed everything.

Steve’s house is quiet when you enter. Your keys and shoes forgotten in the doorway, Dustin glancing over his shoulder to urge you on. Urge you toward whatever stands before you as you make your way to Steve’s room.

To the figure in his bed, staring up at a white ceiling, hair a disheveled mess and yet as you remember it to be.

You remember the way it always feels between your fingertips. The curls gliding across your skin, weaving between your fingers when he’d lay against your chest, basking in the mere peace of togetherness, tickling your shoulder when he would nuzzle your neck, the way it had felt against the insides of your thighs.

Steve calls your name softly. Nancy falls away from where she sits beside the man, her fingers pressed to the inside of Eddie’s wrist, mouth a firm line. There’s a hollowness to the way Robin regards you. A tentative curl of her usually upturned lips, an uncertainty you can’t quite place a name to bubbling up within you.

Steve tries again, and it feels like a warning this time, but you’re pushing into the bedroom. Pushing into Eddie’s arms, wanting to feel him, wanting to know he’s really there.

And he is. Solid body, thumping heart, unmarked skin where there were holes in his body. So many gnarled bites, pulsing beneath your fingertips that day, each one driving him closer and closer into his grave until they took him from you all together.

It shouldn’t make sense. He shouldn’t be here. There’s some sort of magic, maybe a dark one, that has brought him back to you whole. But you’ll gladly jump into hell all over again to bring him back.

Because for a moment he’s here and all those dreams, all those wants and desires, they’re a reality once more.

One that you’ll never take for granted.

You can start all over, get out of here, do all the things you’ve wanted to.

And then.

A sentence.

A question really.

“I’m sorry…I don’t — I don’t want to be —” Eddie swallows. You feel his throat bob against your head pressed to his throat. His perfectly untarnished throat. “Who are you?”

A lance.

That’s what it feels like as his words pierce your chest over and over again. The questioning in his voice, in his eyes as you pull back. His eyes that are darker than you remember. Darker with a red rim around the edges.

Eddie’s eyes…and also not.

Eddie features almost boyish now otherwise, despite that haunted look behind those irises. Not his nearly twenty one years. His head tilts to the side, regarding your features, roving over your form as he tries to line up pieces that don’t seem to fit together anymore.

A final blow. It’s a final blow as his fingers reach for yours, but come up empty, as he offers comfort to a stranger.

Steve calls your name once more. It’s a phantom of a thing. A whisper that bounces off the insides of your mind, but all you can hear is the roaring in your ears. A tumultuous sea that you pray — no beg — swallows you whole.

“I’m sorry —” Eddie rises from the bed, but Dustin is there with a hand against his shoulder. With eyes that offer sympathy you plead that the world would grant you now too.

Not this horror. Not this reality of an existence where Eddie doesn’t remember you.

A year of memories that feel like seconds ago to you spread out like tiny stars in a sprawling galaxy, but are gone like smoke behind the eyes that once looked through your soul.

Those same eyes that grant you sadness now.

They’re all staring at you that way.

Rimmed with pity.

A pity you don’t want.

“I just — I need a moment,” you gasp.

No one stops you. As you run down the hall, down the stairs, out onto the front stop.

The winds in your ears beckon.

The waves laugh as your knees buckle and you meet grass below.

And they swallow you as you scream.

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#lunaloveseddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson fanfiction #eddie munson blurb #Spotify

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joonggphilia · 5 months

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WayV hard thought perv scale?

WayV Hard Thoughts

Ot6 Perv Scale ——————————————————————— Most

Ten is number one on the list. He has lots of pervy thoughts and isn’t afraid to speak up about them. Everyone sees his comments as a bit of comedy, but you, his beloved boyfriend, know that these thoughts were genuine. Ten loved telling you all about his fantasies, seeing you flustered really did something to him. He also loved making those fantasies come true, pushing you a little further. Ten isn’t afraid of a bit of PDA either! He likes touching you in public, working you up during a fancy dinner or riling you up during a shopping trip. This man has zero shame.

Hendery is a close second. He is a flirty perv, making small comments in your ear or sneaking glances at your body. He is a very clingy boyfriend, never leaving your side either. He likes being able to touch you whenever he feels like it, whether it be holding your hand or resting a hand on your ass. He loves being in contact with you 24/7. Because he’s around you so much he can’t help but have these wandering thoughts of you squirming at his touch. He just wants to have his way with you <3

Kun is a closeted freak. Kun is the type to observe. He doesn’t have to say anything or touch you in anyway, he just has to watch you. He loves the way your body moves and your skin glows, it’s just so enticing. He loves dancing around the house with you, basking in your glory. He’ll constantly ask to visit you when you take baths or showers, innocently insisting to wash your body. He loves his beautiful boyfriend.

XiaoJun is only a perv when the moments right. Sure he’s a flirt, but he is a sweetheart! The only time those thoughts flood his mind is after a long day of work or when you two go out for late dates. On hard days he loves to come home and feel up your body, running his hands over your perfections and imperfections. He isn’t pervy, he just loves the way you feel (lies)

WinWin isn’t a pervert, just a loving boyfriend. He likes to take you on sweet dates and cuddle you at night. He likes cheesy pick up lines, but he doesn’t like flirting. If he wants something, he’ll ask for it. If he wants to have sex then he’ll ask you, genuine innocence plastered all over his face. No perverted thoughts what so ever, just love.

YangYang has never had a perverted thought in his life! He doesn’t like to think of you like that because it makes him uncomfortable. YangYang doesn’t just see you as his boyfriend, but he also sees you as his best friend and best friends don’t have secret nasty thoughts about each other. Or at least that’s what he thinks. He loves to cuddle though! He will need physical affection constantly, no excuses, you’re his boyfriend after all.

Least——————————————————————— Thanks to @triplejracha for help and ideas with this ask <3

#aces-asks #hard thoughts #Wayv hard thoughts #male reader #ten x male reader #Hendery x male reader #Kun x male reader #Xiaojun x male reader #Winwin x male reader #Yangyang x male reader #nct x male reader #Wayv x male reader

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left-ts · 1 year

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Heyyy can you do a Gilbert Blythe x fem reader headcanon of what it would be like to date him and maybe smut please

• Dating Gilbert Blythe

masterlist

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Gilbert is a very sweet man

He caters to your every need, all the time

He really loves you, and wants to marry you on your own time

Hand kisses

Hand holding

He loves your hands

Your family found out pretty quickly that he was courting you

Your mother invited him to supper

They were so happy that you found a man like Gilbert Blythe

He walks you home everyday after school

He follows you around like a lost puppy most days, with hearts in his eyes for you

You two dance together

Normally when no one is home you start a record and grab his hand

Hours are lost as you gaze into his hypnotic eyes, thinking about spending the rest of your life with this boy

You fancy baking any cooking

Your mother granted you with the family heirloom, ✨the recipe box✨

On the days you have off you would indulge in catering

Gilbert would stop by to ‘help’ you

More like him watching you pondering on the thought of you making a meal as his wife

He had a goofy grin all day

The first time the both of you kissed was when he was walking you home

You knew it was forbidden since neither of you were of age

But that didn’t stop you

Gilbert took your hand once you were far enough from the schoolhouse

“Gilbert.”

“Yes dear.”

“I know it’s improper and all, but.. can I kiss you.”

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you

While taking both of your hand in his he whispered “you want to share your first kiss with me?” “I’d be honored, really.”

He smiled, took your chin softly and leaned down

It was a magical sensation

The kiss dragged on become more heated

His hands very wandered from your face or waist

He is a gentleman after all

Now you had a goofy grin

You struggled a bit in school, because you were always gazing at Gilbert

9/10 times he catches you, he only winks and turns back around

Which means 9/10 times you get caught by the teacher as well, you’re not that slick

He buys you flowers every week, and they always seem to match your dress

Gilbert brings you many different places, with a chaperone of course. Like the carnival, coffee shops and bakery’s.

His dream is to explore the world with you

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Once you were both of age you hung out a lot by your selfs

He always worships your body to the fullest

Leaving no skin untouched

He goes slow at first with you

Getting quicker an rougher the more you two engage

Let me explain

Gilbert would never keep is eyes or hand to himself

Every time you shared a kiss you would run his hands up and down your body

He kisses down you neck, unbuttoning your collar and nipping at the sensitive skin

Once you were ready you two took is farther

He sat you down in bed, you clad in only a silk slip

Excitement bubbling in your stomach

Gilbert positioned over you straddling your legs, with his tie loose and top shirt buttons undone

Gilbert tan his warm hands up your thigh and into your underwear

Rubbing on the most sensitive part of your body

Arching your back as we quickens the pace of his fingers

Right before your release he stopped

“Gilbert, please..”

“Just wait darling, I’ll make you feel much better.”

He began sucking on your neck and undressing himself fully

After leaving a couple purple marks he hikes up your slip and discards your undergarments

He slides the tip of his erection along the line of your arousal

This was already a beyond amazing feeling

Then without any warning he slipped in

“Ahh, ow.”

“Sorry..sorry.”

He put your hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to kiss you

He let up and asked you “are you comfortable, can I move?”

You bit your lip in attempt to stop from grinning and nodded your head

He moved his hips methodically, now THIS sensation is beyond amazing

You let out wanton moans at the new feeling

Gilbert basked in your sounds which prompted him to move faster, wanting to hear more of them

He let a few low groans out at the tight feeling surrounding him

He brought his hand back down to your heat and rubbed at the same pace as his hip

You dug your nails into his toned back and threw you head back letting out a high pitched sound

“God Gilbert, I’m gonn-.”

You came hard as Gilbert slowed his pace

He pulled out breathing heavily

“What… about you.”

He looked you in the eyes with confusion

“This was for you, for you to feel good.”

Let’s say that you’ve read a few not so innocent books, and have gained a few No so innocent skills

You slowly sat up and pushed the boy onto his back

“What are you- ohh.”

He struggled to get out as your lips came in contact with his erection

You swirled your tongue around the tip and took him into your mouth slowly as he moaned quietly

He came almost immediately, from this and the prior activities

You sat up looking him in the eyes again

He leaned in to capture your swollen lips once more

“That was perfect.”

He laid down with you in your shared bed and held you as you fell asleep

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This kinda turned into a oneshot at the end but I tried

Thanks for the request

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tatooinequeeen · 1 year

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Wherever I May Roam

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Ao3

Spotify Playlist

Triggers: fingering, consensual sex

Epilogue: Ride It Hard

True to your predictions you were late getting to Soap’s house and him and his new fiance were not at all surprised. Your hair was mussed and Ghost was wearing that sleepy satisfied grin under his mask that only you knew was there but somehow Soap could sense. After your twin declarations of love and commitment you couldn’t help but make love right there on your bedroom floor. While your sex life had been hot and heavy these past months you both felt you couldn’t get enough of one another, the electric heat that had been there from the first day had only intensified as time marched on.

Soap’s fiance whom you absolutely adore and were becoming fast besties with made a delicious meal and you were feeling over the moon kind of happy, with Ghost’s hand resting on your thigh and the conversation light and pleasant. You helped Soap with the dishes to be a courteous guest and on your way to rejoin everyone you were pulled backward into the guest bathroom by a pair of strong arms eliciting a squeak from you. “I believe you promised we could have some quick and dirty sex in Soap’s guest bathroom, love.” Ghost’s breath dances across the back of your neck, sending shivers up and down your spine. “I suppose I did say that didn’t, I?” You grind your hips back into his erection and he growls into the hair at the nape of your neck. “Naughty girl.” You keep up your assault because you know exactly what drives him wild until he can’t stand it any longer and he grabs your waist to put you up on the counter. The light in the bathroom is off so the only thing you can see is a faint silhouette of him as your eyes adjust to the dark. He runs his big hands up your thighs under the skirt of your dress to the apex of your thighs where he finds you wet and waiting. “God, how are you already this wet for me?” You preen under the praise and lean back letting him feel you. “Been thinking about this for a while, kind of thrilling knowing we could be caught at any moment, huh?” He works his fingers under your panties and into your slick folds causing you to lean your head back on a quiet moan.

“Better be quiet princess, or we’ll get caught.” He works a finger into your pussy and curls it up hitting your g-spot expertly causing your legs to spasm and you to gasp. He reaches his other hand up and covers your mouth which you’re so thankful for, you have a loud streak when it comes to Ghost and you know Soap would catch you if you were left to keep yourself quiet right now. He pumps another finger into you while rubbing his palm against your clit giving you the friction you need to detonate like a bomb on the tips of his fingers. You moan around his hand and bite down on his palm while you ride out your orgasm until you see stars on the edges of your vision. Your breath is coming hard through your nose and lean back against the mirror above the sink as your body gives in to the endorphins coursing through your system. Ghost gives you about thirty seconds to bask in the post orgasm bliss and then he’s grabbing you off the counter and bending you at the waist, ripping your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket. You open your mouth to protest but he growls in a low way that causes you to bite your lip instead.

“Hold onto the counter, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast.” His voice is low and the feeling of the mushroom head of his hard cock lining up with the entrance to your pussy has you ready to come again purely from the anticipation of having him inside of you. He rocks his hips forward and enters you, stretching you in a decadent and debauched way that has you biting your lip hard enough to draw blood from the pleasure of it. He hilts himself inside of you and you can barely breathe around the way he fills you, you fit so perfectly together but you’ll never get over how massive he feels or how you can feel every single ridge of him with how tight you are around him. He reaches forward to palm your shoulder, his other hand anchored at your hip and whispers, “Don’t forget to be quiet, baby.” You nod but he’s already pulling out and thrusting back into you, setting your mouth into a silent scream, the edge of pain from being stretched so fully and the danger of doing this in your best friend’s guest bathroom has you spiraling and he’s just getting started. True to his word, Ghost fucks you hard against Soap’s bathroom counter. His pace is absolutely perfect, you come around him once and on the second round he follows you over the edge and when you feel him climax inside you, you let out a moan that was far too loud not to be heard. Ghost lets out a chuckle and pulls out, using a washcloth to delicately clean between your legs while you hold onto the counter and try to regain control of your limbs.

A knock at the door and Soap’s unintelligible mumbling sends you both into a laughing fit and you fall into Ghost’s arms, he kisses the top of your head and you hug him tight to you.

Oops, caught red handed.

Notes from Tatooinequeen; Surprise I got a burst of inspo and got this done on the same day. Low key sad it’s over???

#call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty fluff #call of duty fanfic #cod mwii #ghost fanfiction

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elysianhades · 8 months

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When In Doubt

I wrote this as a request a while ago, but that was before I knew how to use tumblr so really it wasn't formatted well, I have one more that I'm going to post in a minute too!

Lucifer X GN!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

Content Warning! minor body dysphoria, nothing too detailed (if i missed anything let me know!)

There were a handful of times in your daily life when you wished you could get the ‘turning invisible’ spell right, but never have you wanted to more than you have at this moment. As you walked through the halls of RAD, you felt the eyes of hundreds… no thousands of demons on your back. When Diavolo came to you, asking if you could help him with the newest RAD event he was planning, you were beyond thrilled to offer assistance.

He told you he wanted to do a sort of expo on what the human culture is, so the demons who never have been to the human realm can get a taste of what it was (you swallowed a snort at his phrasing of ‘get a taste’ like the demons here never have tried to take a bite out of you). What do you know, you are well informed on this particular subject. The tiny urge to over exaggerate on some details was hard to resist, but the thought of Lucifer’s lecture was quite motivating to be honest. The halls and classrooms were decked in decorations that made the school like a college, all for a day.

You would say that overall, you’re not a picky person, your clothes don’t have to match, your hair doesn’t have to be nice, your priority is comfort. Your current clothes fix is baggy sweatpants and a sweatshirt that was three sizes too big on you. The ability to hide in the folds was what got you through the long days in a place far away from home. You aren’t picky. Under normal circumstances, what you see is what you get. Under normal circumstances though, you aren’t being forced to wear clothes that Asmo picked out for you.

Diavolo insisted that everyone wear clothes that match the style of the human world and that the two human students wear something they haven’t before. Not one to be a downer and not wanting to tell Asmo down, he really was being considerate as he picked out what he thought would look best on you and he tried to keep your comfort in mind, you thought this would be fine.

You pull the back of your shirt down, causing the front to cover more of your collarbones. You groan under your breath as you note you still have over 4 classes left today. Not only did your outfit have no hood to hide in, it was short sleeved and you were wearing tight pants. The jacket Asmo let you wear was for show and not for using, it wasn’t comfortable and didn’t cover much. You duck your head as you speed walk to your next class, willing the heat behind your ears to fade.

“Thought they would be over this whole ‘gotta eat the human’ phase by now, it’s only a little more skin.” You growl, passing by a group of lesser demons whose eyes were locked on your form.

You turn the corner fast and collide nose-first into Lucifer. His arms immediately came up to hold onto your elbows, steadying you as you reorientated yourself. The relief is instant, the stares are gone as you bask in the eldest brother's presence.

“Woah, I’m glad you could catch me.” You chuckle, eyes meeting him.

His crimson eyes are locked on your form, on your posture. You usually are more aware of your surroundings, if only to flirt with him with a cheesy pickup line about ‘falling for him’, there is no humor in your eyes. He can see the way your eyebrows are furrowed and how your eyes dart side to side.

“What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you? Say something?” His tone is rough, his eyes darkening as his magic flares. Like the idea of someone hurting you is an insult to his pride and is punishable by death. Your eyes widen and you shake your head rapidly.

“No, nonono! Nothing like that. No one has done anything. I’m just…ready for the day to be done.” You sigh, rubbing your neck sheepishly.

His eyes narrow, looking you over once again. You remember his eyes on you this morning at breakfast when you walked in after getting dressed. He looked like he wanted to say something but never got the chance, his brothers jumping all over you when they were awake enough to notice your presence.

“That’s not what you were going to say.” He raises an eyebrow, not amused. You bite the inside of your cheek in mild annoyance that he was able to read through you that easily.

“It’s nothing big Lucifer, just these clothes.” You gesture to your attire flippantly.

Lucifer quirks an eyebrow before looking you up and down briefly. You could tell he was trying to put the puzzle together in his head, but he didn’t have all the pieces. You think of a way to get what you’re trying to say across without actually saying it, you would die of embarrassment if you had to admit that you felt self-conscious in clothes you agreed to wear.

Just as Lucifer was about to scold you, about not standing up for what you need no doubt, you were saved by the bell and you took that opportunity to sneak under his arm to head to class. He watched you leave with a pensive frown, not knowing what was wrong until he caught the stares of lesser demons looking at you, and it clicked for him.

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By the time it was lunch, your shoulders were sore from hunching in as much as you were. You walk to the usual eating place you share with Lucifer (Diavolo and Barbatos would join you if they had the spare time and schedules alined), you feel his eyes on you before you see him and honestly at this point, you wanted to sink into the floor so no one could look at you for a long time.

You smile weakly at him before dropping your backpack on the floor and collapsing in the chair next to him, slouching as low as you could to avoid the hungry demon's looks from around you. He tsk’s softly before reaching over and laying his gloved hand on yours.

“If you were uncomfortable, you should have said something. No one would think negatively of you for changing clothes.” His voice is as soft as he could make it, with him needing to maintain his reputation and all.

You look away from him and frown softly, you knew that. You couldn’t count how many times Beel had to change clothes because he’s gotten food all over the ones he was wearing, or how often Asmo changed his to match the current mood he was feeling. The other’s wouldn’t care either, and what you wouldn’t give to have your baggy clothes and huge jacket with you right now.

Lucifer hums lowly and turns back to his food, letting you have your peace for the moment.

What you couldn’t see from your low advantage point was the glares that he was sending to any demon who looked at you for a second too long, or the unamused look followed by his sadistic smirk, demons knew to get out of his sight before he acted on his urges.

After you had left for class, he had taken to watching the demons around you to make sure they didn’t do anything… unsavory to you. You were his afterall, and you needed to be safe. He thought of excusing you multiple times to come to his office or to send you home to change before he lets you come back, but his pride wouldn’t let him make a scene for something that you didn’t ask specifically of him.

There were a few times he would make note of any demon who made you especially uncomfortable, so he could teach them some manners when he had the free time and he was sure you were okay.

You were slowly picking at your food at this point. You wanted this day to be over and to sleep everything off and for tomorrow to go back to normal and how it was supposed to be. You probably won't even do your homework tonight, that’s a problem for future you to deal with.

“You know that I would never let anything happen to you, correct?” His smooth voice breaks you out of your thoughts.

You turn to look at him and that’s when you see it, something that anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t know to look for. He’s worried about you, his eyes are on yours, not your shoulders or your forehead. His body is turned towards yours, he’s showing his concern in a way that he can, and that thought makes you smile, for real this time.

“Yeah, of course. I don’t ever doubt that.” The itching fear of people looking at you melted away as you felt his love. You were telling the truth, he would never let anything happen to you ever, not now that he has given you his heart and you’ve given him yours. He wasn’t the strongest Avatar for nothing.

“You know you can also tell me anything, yes? I know I’m not the most… approachable demon out there, but I do want to know if something bothers you, or entertains you, no matter how dumb or mundane you might think it is.” His eyes are soft and there’s a hint of a smile in the corner of his lips.

“I don’t know if I can say anything, considering you already know.” You shoot back playfully, shoving a forkful of food in your mouth.

“Might not hurt to get it off your chest. I seem to recall someone,” He pointedly looks at you “telling me that vocalizing what you are feeling is better than just realizing it.”

You feel the giddy feeling and the heat rush up your ears as he calls you out. Clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, you shrug and lightly pull the front of the shirt.

“Not my style. It feels like everyone is looking at me and it’s not comfortable. I can’t even look that good.”

The sound that comes out of Lucifer’s mouth is forever going to be ingrained in your memory. When you turn to look at his face, it's scrunched up and looks mildly offended. He turns to look at you and seems to dare you to say that again.

“I will have you know that no matter what you are wearing you look breathtaking, you would do well to not insult my darling, I would appreciate it.”

You can’t keep the laugh in at that. You start cracking up. Butterflies are dancing in your stomach and you feel like your face is on fire with how much you are blushing. He sounds so offended that you didn’t think you looked good.

“Ok ok, I’ll keep that in mind.” You chuckle and shake your head, trying to reign in your laughs. That soft look is in his eyes, though the stubbornness is still there, and you knew he was going to be talking about having more pride in yourself later this week.

“How do you think this event is going? Is this close to human college?”

“It’s pretty close haha, it’s a little weird being with you all but with human stuff around. I’m pretty happy with the food. I didn’t know I missed that!” You jump in your seat happily.

It was really nice for things to be more familiar to you, the decorations, the plants- I mean you didn’t have to watch out for any that want to eat you!- the food, oh the food. There’s only so many fried batwing sandwiches or bofu egg milks you could drink without missing a good old pizza.

You are proud to say that you made sure that they wouldn’t serve human-realm cafeteria food, you explicitly told Diavolo the monstrosities that come out of school’s kitchens and okay, you might have overexaggerated a bit at the point, but who is going to know? You are not going to be in the Devildom and eating nasty, rubber-like, can-bounce-off-the-floor-cheese.

“If I knew you were feeling homesick over food you normally like, I would have incorporated some in our dinners.” Lucifer’s tone is inquisitive, gently prodding.

“Oh, well, like I said, I didn’t know I missed it until I actually thought about it. If you were going to change the menu a bit though, I do have some suggestions.” You smile at him excited for the brothers to try your favorite foods, even if you are beyond positive that they have had it before.

You missed this, this comfort of him being there. You feel safe with him, you can breathe with him.

As time went by and the both of you finished your food, you were growing more anxious. Time was getting closer to where you would have to leave this safety bubble. Lucifer noticed you huddling into yourself again and he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like that he would have to leave you to be uncomfortable while you try to get through the day. He was relieved to see you laugh and joke around with him, that you finally were able to let your guard down. His fingers were twitching with the need to help, he needed to think of something and he had to do it fast.

You slowly start to put everything in your bag, trying to stall and find a reason to not go to class for the rest of the day. You felt the clothes hang uncomfortably and unfamiliarly on your body, you weren’t ready to go back to being eaten alive by the other’s eyes.

When everyone starts filing back into the halls and to their next class, you inwardly groan and stand up, swinging your backpack onto your shoulder again and get ready to follow them into the busy school. You are stopped by a gloved hand gently grabbing your wrist.

“Dove, wait a moment.” Lucifer’s grip is gentle but strong, and it grounds you. You turn to look at him, tilting your head in confusion.

Lucifer looks strained, like he wants to do something that he can’t. His other hand is clenched by his side and his eyebrows are set in determination. He looks you in the eye and seems like he is searching for something, but you don’t know what.

When he finds what he was looking for, his face very slightly relaxes by a smidge and lets go of your hand, starting to take off his jacket. You are so confused at this point, did you break him? What is he doing?

He reaches out and gently tugs the bag that's hung haphazardly on your shoulder, getting the hint, you let him take it. He gingerly puts the jacket over your shoulders. As he starts to button it up, your brain turns back on and you sputter.

“What?? What are you doing?? Don’t you need this??” Your exclamations are shushed as he holds your hands away from the jacket, preventing you from taking it off.

“You are uncomfortable in these clothes and I cannot in good conscience, let you go back out there while you are feeling like this. I can’t bring you back home to change because that would make you late for class, but I can give you this and trust me dove, no lesser demon is going to look at you while you are wearing that.”

“Wait, you knew?” Your thoughts are running too fast for your brain to catch up, but the material of the jacket is thick and comfortable, Lucifer is a tall demon so his jacket hangs on you, giving you a sense of familiarity, and there are pockets to put your hands in.

“Did you think I wouldn’t? I’m no idiot, my love. I just needed to think of a solution. Next time, I will be more prepared and make sure you pack another outfit if you are uncertain of whether you can make it through the day in an event.” With everyone else out of the cafeteria, Lucifer is able to give you the affection he couldn’t with all the eyes and witnesses around. You feel your eyes getting hot and you hug him, he gladly hugs back, holding you tight.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, and you shouldn’t wear what doesn’t feel right to you. Whether there is an event or not, we can figure something else out. Do not put yourself in uncomfortable positions because you want to make others happy or you are trying to be someone you’re not.” He whispers in your ear, rocking both your bodies back and forth. You both stay there as long as you can and you can finally breathe.

And what do you know? When you walk into your next classroom, no demon will even look at you, and when you walk through the halls, you are given a wide berth. You leave RAD smiling and joking with all your friends, you make a note to yourself to wash Lucifer’s jacket before giving it back to him.

Lucifer watches you walk home a little ahead of him with his brothers and he can’t keep the smile off his face as he sees you animatedly talk to Mammon next to you. Smiling so wide and with your shoulders relaxed. He would always be there to protect you, and for those who made you uncomfortable… well… Cerberus would be getting some new toys as soon as he was finished with them.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #lucifer x mc #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x you #lucifer x reader

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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Hi, hello, hola, and happy Stab Caesar Day! Tumblr ate my original draft because, um, I guess its hunger is horrible and insatiable? But here I am for take two. Thank you to @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, and @forabeatofadrum, who tagged me today and who continue to craft delightful things.

Updates on My Good Egg (Good morning, good night, good morning): My plan of posting Chapter 4 today ain't gonna happen. I updated the author's notes, but the next posting date is TBD. I need to focus on my health right now, and then I'll be travelling for a bit (March 24-April 7). But hey, if you've been meaning to read this one, now's a great time to catch up? 🤣

In the meanwhile, I'll share a snippet featuring several of my OCs, Baz's queer, chaotic uni friends. Behind the cut for mild spice. 🌶️

Bunce goes off with Simon so that she can pump the American bartender for information, and as soon as they’re out of earshot, Emma leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Well?”

“Well what.”

“I told Liu and Ramesh you got kidnapped,” Emma says, waving her hand dismissively, “and of course we’re all very worried and hope you’re doing okay and acclimating to regular life again, but have. You. Ridden. That.”

Baz regrets downing a few rats before they left for the pub, because it means he has enough blood in him to blush. “We’ve been figuring out this kidnapping situation,” he says coolly. “It hasn’t left much time for carnal pursuits.”

“Baz,” Liu says, aghast. “Why haven’t you fucked that nice himbo? He’s clearly gagging for it - he couldn’t stop staring at your arse in those jeans.”

“Is he a himbo?” Ramesh says. He pulls out a pen and starts to doodle a triple Venn diagram on a napkin. “He seemed like more of a twunk to me. And he’s got a great bear belly.”

“Ladies,” Emma says, her hands fluttering in mock-distress, “please don’t objectify that sweet boy before Baz gets to objectify him. Baz will eat his fill of the man-meat and then give us a report.”

(Please put in the comments/tags if you think Simon Snow is a twunk, a himbo, or something else delightful. 🤣)

Hello tags and tagbacks: @whogaveyoupermission, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission (THE EDGING CONTINUES), @raenestee, @ileadacharmedlife, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @shemakesmeforget, @theimpossibledemon, @imagineacoolusername

More about the hiatus for My Good Egg:

(Warning for some hard stuff, Big Feelings, trauma recovery. Feel free to skip and just bask in Ides of March posts instead!)

Okay, so introspective life/writing blather here... I keep meaning to write a post, at some point, about some of the best practices that I follow when I am writing about material that is heavy, like in Baker boxer teacher grief or the Rosethorn girl universe.

A lot of stuff that works for me is probably self-evident: go slow, be gentle, ground yourself, talk to safe people, have a release valve, be able to walk away, offer yourself a lot of self-care and self-compassion, take care of the soft animal of your body. And don't feel like you have to put everything in - some of what you can write can just be for you, and it can be enough to have written it, and not include it in the finished product.

I honestly didn't expect Good morning, good night, good morning to get me where I live. It is, as I've always maintained, a dumb horny rom com (that somehow developed a plot and backstory and plot TWISTS and OCs but ANYWAY). But there was a line in Chapter 3 that kept rattling around in me:

“You were a kid,” Simon says, his voice low and angry. “You were just a kid.”

This is not the first time I've been triggered by own fic (and probably won't be the last, LOL!), but this one did me a doozy. I've had to take a few steps back, and just focus on recovering from trauma that's been reactivated in my body. It is wild what the body remembers, and how it holds onto pain.

(There is, at the same time, other stuff happening with my family with grief and estrangement and just a whole mischegoss of hard feelings, so that adds another element into the mix.)

To circle back round to My Good Egg: I'm putting it to the side for now while I tend to my health and just recovering from the past few weeks. It's funny - I don't think it's a particularly angsty story or one that does a super deep dive into trauma, but I need to take some pieces off my plate right now, and this fic is one of them.

I will always keep writing - the WIP game has been a delightful brain refresher, and I have a very fun Six Sentence Sunday post that I'm already excited to share. But for now, My Good Egg is gonna have a li'l nap. When I come back to it, I think I'll switch over to writing the second draft in its entirety, and then posting the chapters weekly, whenever that happens. I'm not putting a timeline on it right now.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk making your way through this personal essay, if you've gotten this far. I am continually blown away and delighted by everyone who engages with the fic, and I am so excited to serve you up some treats in the future.

To end on a lighter note, here is an exchange with my spouse, the inestimable EarlobeGreyTea who continues to offer thoughtful and nuanced feedback on this fic, Exhibit A:

EarlobeGreyTea: Did they fuck in this chapter?

Me: No Me: And they didn't fuck in the previous chapter Me: It's the EROTIC Grope Fest. It doesn't have to have explicit sex (yet) EarlobeGreyTea: Yeah, I guess it isn't the Sloppy Fuck Fest

Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️

#WIP Wednesday #My Good Egg #good morning good night good morning #life and writing #long boi #big mood #my fic tag

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residenthughes · 1 year

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like clockwork

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 730

tags/warnings: fluff, just a touch of angst, possibly unrequited love

summary: leon's too far away for your liking but you know better than to call back for him.

notes: a result of my one too many feelings after discovering resident evil! this was really fun to do and even funnier that whilst editing, i was listening to the austin & ally soundtrack. i miss writing. hope to write more whenever that may be.enjoy :)

"i think about you a lot."

and it's a fact - you do. when he's far away, saving lives like clockwork, the leon-shaped hole in your heart is quick to indicate how intertwined your lives are together. despite your smothering platonic friendship being nothing but just that, leon's space in your life is as grand as it gets. keys to your door, his trusty aftershave tucked away in your bathroom and a bedside table littered with all the silly trinkets he brings back from lands far away.

you know better than to have let this come into being, to let this continue being. you're in love with your best friend and allowing for him to tread your boundaries freely as if they weren't landmines, was a recipe for disaster. however, when you trudge through your doorway with exhaustion aching in your bones, stomach growling, you can't help but forgo your rationality as leon greets you at the door, hanging up your coat with your favourite comfort show playing in the background as the heavenly scent of a hearty dinner lingers in the air. you feel spoiled by his affection, whatever undertone it may come with, but you know better than anyone else how it begins to rot you from within.

on nights of his absence, the silence of your apartment is loud, your heart heavy and the left side of your bed is empty. sometimes when the back of your eyes burn with crimson, doused in drowsiness but nevertheless open, you gaze out the window nearest leon's side of the bed and catch the dull gleam of stars in the sky. knowing that wherever leon may be - whether that's beside you with a light snore, regretfully awake in his own residence and thoughts, or somewhere not even remotely close to home - you two lay under the same sky. and sometimes, that blanket of reassurance is enough to lull you to sleep, but other times, that blanket is too thin to bare.

"you do?" he asks a simple question, but it really isn't.

suddenly, it's blistering cold, chills zapping down your spine like electricity. the daunting weight of your feelings hold your tongue down like cement, warning church bells ringing in your ears to the point where you feel yourself start to disconnect from your body completely. after all, wouldn't that be better than confessing your doomed love?

amidst the seemingly heavy seconds of silence, your soul manages to drift back into your body, gazing up at leon whose eyes never leave yours. the apricot saturated streetlight from above glares down on him with a tenderness you've never seen, his striking features basked in warmth and ultimately softened. it's embarrassing how quickly the sight sets an uptake in your heartbeat.

"of course," you start, glancing down at your shoes in a casual attempt to avert his line of sight. the azure blue of his eyes that you know like the back of your hand is abruptly too much to handle, your hand seeking refuge on the back of your neck. "who else would i call to fix the water pressure for free?"

he scoffs, amusement tugging at the corner of his lips as you chuckle along with the playful atmosphere that settles between the two of you. it's nice, and not so terribly domestic to the point where it feeds your misconception of your relationship. comfortable.

"that all i'm good for?" a slow and sexy smile graces his face, and you can't help but blush.

he's good for a lot of things, truthfully speaking. but where's the fun been in simply admitting that?

"afraid so, handyman." you joke, accidentally catching a glimpse of how his tricep flexes under dim lighting and has you feeling lightheaded yourself.

"your personal maintenance man, huh?" he muses, laying against his arms crossed behind his back that's supported by the large mailbox he leans against.

"more like the human sized rat who finishes all my turkey dinosaurs."

his head turns to face you. "well, wouldn't have that issue if you actually ate them, now would ya?"

his eyebrow arches in question and as you look up at him, you're sick with how even if he raids your fridge for your beloved turkey dinosaurs, keeps your apartment mini-fridge temperature or even if you go weeks without seeing him, when you're finally with him, it's worth it. even if your heart yells out in unrequited love.

#resident evil #re4r #re4r leon #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #my fics #rahhhh i haven't written in ages so this was fun #hehe

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ravencincaide · 3 months

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Sweetober 2023

Chuuya Nakahara:

Sweetober prompt 2: Ear cleaning -> A little favor

Summary: You had a particular way of talking when you wanted something from him, and usually it wasn’t something Chuuya was a fan of. This time included. Or the time you asked Chuuya to shoot you.

Sweetober prompt 9: Deep kissing -> Every little girl dreams

Summary: No one dreams of this type of wedding, let alone wants one like it, and yet that’s the only one you’re getting. Or when you and Chuuya make the decision to stick to your original plan, even if it's the opposite from perfect.

Sweetober prompt 10: Shining shoes -> Make it up to you

Summary: Chuuya fucked up. You knew it. He knew it. The question was could you recover from it? Or the time you put Chuuya between a rock and a hard place.

Sweetober prompt 11: Shopping -> This little thing

Summary: Not every woman wants their boyfriend to buy them everything they lay their eyes on. It was just excessive. Unfortunately for you, that’s something that Chuuya still struggles with. Or the time Chuuya got you one meaningful gift instead of 50 just-because ones.

Sweetober prompt 13: Playing with hair -> You pitiful little thing (Kitsune reader)

Summary: Feeling a little lonely, Chuuya gave into the temptation of saving a stray puppy hiding in a cardboard box. Unfortunately for him, the thing he thought was a puppy, was something much less innocent. OR the time a mere mortal mistook a great kitsune for an abandoned stray.

Sweetober prompt 15: Massage -> A beauty in his eyes

Summary: You were extremely self conscious about your appearance and your body, making beauty treatments, including massage, a luxury you could not afford. OR the time Chuuya asked you to join him on his massage day and you did not have the heart to tell him no.

Sweetober prompt 16: Familiar Scents -> Someone else to blame

Summary: Different people deal with grief differently. Some accept it and move on while others suppress the memories. For Chuuya however, an existence without you is simply not an option.

Sweetober prompt 17: Cooking/sharing food -> Your work has nothing on me

Summary: A fight on a stressed, hungry stomach can lead to snappy remarks which turn into something good; OR the time Chuuya forgot about your very important pre-planned date.

Sweetober prompt 20: Showering -> First Time is the Hardest (murderer!reader)

Summary: You got yourself in the biggest shit in your life and didn’t know where to go or who to turn to. Luckily Chuuya’s door was always open for you, no matter the time or the state you were in. Or the time you find out your innocent boyfriend may not be so innocent after all.

Sweetober Prompt 21: Bathing -> Blurred lines (Best friends! reader)

Summary: Having grown up together there were few lines you and Chuuya hadn’t crossed. But maybe that was a naive way of thinking OR the time your familiar banter was replaced with a ‘caring’ threat, which hid an almost carnal need.

Sweetober prompt 24: Getting dressed -> Try again tomorrow (Depressed!reader)

Summary: You could feel it was going to be a low day for you even before you opened your eyes and all you wanted to do was disappear. OR when you need it the most Chuuya can and will be be the most gentle.

Sweetober Prompt

Dazai Osamu:

Sweetober prompt 1: Handholding -> If only you'd hold my hand (Preg!reader)

Summary: A year ago you would have cried from joy seeing the positive sign on the pregnancy test, now you are torn. If only Dazai was there, holding your hands, as you were making the most important decisions of your lives.

Sweetober prompt 6: First Kiss -> Your smile, Your tears and Your fears

Summary: When an innocent kiss can have devastating consequences. OR What does it take to get Dazai to promise he’ll save you- even if it means he’ll destroy you and everything you’ve known in the process?

Sweetober prompt 14: Back scratching -> Oh sweet memory of mine (Memory degerenation!reader)

Summary: Dazai basks in your bright smile even if tomorrow you won’t remember a thing. OR a walking red flag will always be a walking red flag- even when he tries to be sweet.

Sweetober prompt 19: Brushing Teeth -> When the dead talk (Necromancer!reader)

Summary: Sometimes you wonder whether Dazai seeks you out because of your ability or if there is an obsessive element to your encounters. Either way as long as he keeps his part of the deal, you’ll make the dead talk for him. OR the real reason Dazai is always dirt poor.

Sweetober prompt

Soukoku x reader

Sweetober prompt 3: Lap pillow -> Moving is never easy (Student!reader)

Summary: You had a million things to do; put your new apartment in order, build the furniture, unpack and study. Of course Dazai and Chuuya were there as the best help and worst distraction. Or the time you got a hint at the kind of study buddies Dazai and Chuuya would be.

Sweetober prompt 4: Non sexual age play -> Live a little (coming-of-age-ceremony!reader)

Summary: Dazai and Chuuya were dead set on attending your coming of age ceremony, even if they had to drag you there personally. Or the time you were forced to play your age.

Sweetober prompt 5: Embrace -> When you assume you make an 'ass' out of me and you (preg!reader)

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant, you decide to end things over text. Too bad Chuuya and Dazai were NOT buying your poor excuses. Or the time you made them very happy.

Sweetober prompt 7: Clothes sharing -> Surprise you son of a- (Dazai x reader x (Dark Chuuya)

Summary: You acquired a stalker. A man who harmed those around you, but never touched or approached you. The plan was for you to play bait, lure him and mace him. Then Dazai would take care of the rest. Unfortunately there was just one thing you did not calculate with…

Sweetober prompt 8: Napping together -> Desperate times call for deperate measures ( New parents!)

Summary: You leave your small twins with Dazai and Chuuya and hope the two of them can manage their fatherly-duties while you take an hour of much needed ‘me time’. Scratch that, you just needed long enough to take a shower in order to feel human again before going back to being a mom.

Sweetober prompt 12: Chase kiss -> Happy Unhappy home! ( Angsty! Part two of Desperate times call for desperate measures)

Summar: Soukou think you may be suffering from postpartum depression. Something you strongly disagree with. How dare they suggest you’re an incompetent mother and a threat to your children when they haven’t been around for months! Surely, they must have a different agenda behind their accusation?

Sweetober prompt 18: Sick -> Responsibility to love (Parents!)

Summary: After witnessing a difficult birth Dazai struggles with himself and his emotions over becoming a new parent- a distant dream that his mind denied up until now OR men react differently to seeing their babies for the first time; some are natural parents while others…

#Raven Cincaide sweetober #Raven's SFW #raven cincade's works

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